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frenchkisstheabyss · 4 months

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୨୧ Pairing: assassin!soobin x assassin!chubby!fem!reader

୨୧ Genre: crime au/angst/smut

୨୧ Summary: Carrying a hit out on a corrupt politician at the charity event of the year might seem extreme to most women but it's a regular Friday night for you. Things like this should go smoothly, only tonight you're not the only one on the hunt.

Someone's out to get you too. Someone who knows your every move as if they were his own. But can he actually go through with killing you or will feelings from the past cause him to abandon his mission altogether?

୨୧ Word Count: 2.8k

୨୧ Warnings: you're an assassin so, ya know, guns/knives/mentions of assassinations but no actual deaths, fingering, marking, a lil bit of roughness, unprotected sex, for sure praise kink vibes, pet names (baby), and i'm pretty sure that's all.

୨୧ A/N: I'm dedicating this fic to @anyamaris who's honestly the entire reason that I wrote this to begin with. I've never met anyone who cares so deeply about what it is that other people want so here's something that's all about you because you deserve that and so much more. I hope my silly lil angsty assassin low key rom com smut makes you smile 💜

An $11,000 crystal chandelier hangs high above your head, casting a soft copper glow across the dim ballroom. Three others like it are positioned a few feet apart, framing a painting on the ceiling worth more than the four of them combined. No one raises their head to admire the beauty that the mayor’s dirty money went into crafting. They’re too distracted by the action on the floor. Champagne towers, a gorgeous woman singing atop a grand piano, mistresses in tight dresses, and business. Of course, the business. That’s what they’re really here for.

Everyone thinks that last week’s charity ball, full of senators dining with their families and taking photos with less fortunate children, was where the fate of the city was decided. But no, it’s here, in dark corners with men whose faces you’ll never see in the daylight, that corruption thrives and fates are truly decided. It turns your stomach to be here arm in arm with the Chief District Judge, smiling and nodding at every misogynistic comment he makes about the way you look tonight.

He picked it out for you, this curve hugging black dress with a slit high enough to let his mind wander to places you wish it wouldn’t. It makes you wish that he were your target for tonight but, no, instead it’s the senator halfway across the room shaking hands with old friends while his companion gets drunk enough to pretend she’s actually attracted to him. You need to get him alone but the bastard’s never alone. They should’ve just let you snipe him, quick and clean.

Your boss insisted upon something intimate though. Something sure and nothing's surer than confirming a kill with your own two eyes. Studying his movements, you’re caught off guard by a familiar scent. Cologne, powdery with notes of citrus. It brings you back to a time before all of this when you were a petty thief living in your little hole in the wall apartment with—

“Walk away” a passing voice whispers, marrying with the scent of the cologne like two pieces of the same puzzle. “It can’t be” you gasp, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Turning your head, you catch a glimpse of a ghost from your past shifting through the crowd. Soobin. Tall, handsome, and impossible to take your eyes off of. Your palms begin to sweat, making the neck of the champagne glass slippery in your hand.

“What did you say, dear?” the Chief District Judge asks, placing his hand on yours. You smile, innocently sipping your champagne, “If you’ll excuse me a moment, I need to go to the little girl’s room.” “Oh, of course, but hurry back to me. Wouldn’t want another man to snatch you up now, would I?” “You’re so silly,” you giggle, “I’m all yours.” Sitting your glass down, you summon all of your nerves and make your way toward the stairs that lead to the second floor.

Your date’s gaze is burning through your dress, enjoying the way the fabric moves against your body as you advance the stairs. It’d make you want to crawl out of your skin if your attention wasn’t still glued on Soobin. He watches you from the bar and, even at this distance, you catch yourself drowning in the pools of chestnut he calls eyes. It’s been an eternity since you’ve seen him in a suit, long enough that you’d forgotten how elegant he looks in one.

Your brain’s wracked with questions. What’s he doing here? Is he on the same job? Why’s he telling you to walk away? Making a quick left turn, you dip into the bathroom and rush into one of the stalls to gather yourself. You take a deep breath, peeking beneath the other stalls to be sure you don’t have company. All clear. “Just relax, okay? Don’t let him throw you off your game. You will finish this. Pretend he isn’t even here. He doesn’t even exist.”

The bathroom door swings open, and a pair of black laced Prada Oxfords step inside. “Baby?” Soobin sings, locking the door behind him. Staring straight ahead he sees nothing. Only polished marble sinks and spotless mirrors reflecting a motionless row of stalls. “I know you’re in here,” he says, quietly pushing open the door to the nearest stall. Empty. “So why don’t you just come out?” Kicking off your heels, you retrieve the knife tucked into your garter. At the same time, Soobin slips out the gun hidden beneath his suit jacket.

He pushes open the door to the second stall and the auto sensor flushes the toilet, giving you both a miniature heart attack. Soobin laughs, moving on to the next stall, “And what’s behind door number 3?” The door flies open and out you come, the tip of your blade slicing through the arm of his jacket. Soobin spins you off in the direction of the sink but catches you before your lower back hits the edge.

“Why do you have a knife?”

“Why do you have a gun?”

“That’s fair.”

Kneeing him in the stomach, you wrap your arm around his and struggle to grab hold of the gun. “Stop it!” he demands, gripping you by the back of your dress and tossing you back into the stall you came out of. Regaining your footing, you move to charge back at him but the barrel of his gun’s already aimed at your kneecaps. “Shit,” you mumble, pissed at yourself for not having moved quicker, “What do you want?”

“Walk away” he answers. The same words he whispered to you moments ago, only there’s a nearly undetectable drop of sadness in them now that he has to face you. You still look like the picture of you he keeps in his phone. A few years older, a few more kills to your name, but a dream to behold nonetheless.

“You know I can’t do that. I have a job to do.”

“So do I but I don’t wanna do it” he begs, the sadness in his voice growing heavier, “Please don’t make me do it.”

He aims the barrel at your chest and he might as well pull the trigger because the pain that penetrates your heart makes you want to fold over. You’d expected that someday someone would be sent to stop you but him? Being assigned to different agencies had done a lot to tear you apart but your love for him never changed. Maybe you’d been foolish to think that he would feel the same. “Me? You took a job to kill me?”

“I had no choice. It’s nothing personal.” “Nothing personal?” you shout, the hurt quickly turning to anger, “Bullshit. So, if I don’t agree to walk away, you pull the trigger, is that right?” Soobin’s shoulders drop, his head turning away from you, “That’s right.” “Then pull the trigger,” you say, stepping forward so that it’s pressed to your chest. Soobin turns back to you, his face twisted in a scowl, “Don’t say that.” Your heart’s racing a mile a minute and the handle of your blade’s clenched so tightly in your fist that it’s creating an imprint on your palm.

You don’t want to die but if you don’t finish this your boss will kill you anyway. “Pull the trigger” you repeat, searching his eyes for any sign of the man who used to hold you on dark nights when the world felt too scary to face. Soobin was once your protector. He wishes that he still could be. He wants to be. Why’d you have to follow him into this world? He left you behind to give you a chance at something normal with someone normal. Why couldn’t you just walk away? Why can’t you now?

“You’re so damn stubborn,” he groans, fighting his body’s urge to become a jittery mess. You crack a teary eyed smile, “You used to love that about me.” It’s ever present in his mind that if he doesn’t do this he’ll have hell to pay. He can’t just let you go. He can’t but...shit, he has to. He lowers his gun, sliding open the magazine and emptying the bullets onto the floor. Nothing in this world could ever make him hurt you. Anyone else wouldn’t have made it up those stairs alive. You, though, are untouchable.

Soobin walks over to the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. What he’s just done is a death sentence. The price on your head has just transferred onto his. It’s only a matter of hours, two or maybe three, before he’s blacklisted. “Soob,” you say, placing your knife down on the sink, “You still care.” He glances at you in the mirror, amazed at how such an intelligent woman can be this clueless. “I never stopped caring. I don’t think I can. I probably won’t stop loving you until—” You take his hand, stroking his fingers, “Stay with me. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

He gently squeezes your hand, a quiet acknowledgment of your attempt to comfort him. “It’s better for you without me here.” “Just like your note said before” you sigh, pulling your hand back. It’s deja vu. He’s pushing you away like he always has. Last time you fought your hardest to keep him but not this time. “You love me” you scoff, making your way back into the stall to collect your things, “But I’m still not enough for you to stay. Not even when your life depends on it.”

Reaching down to slip one of your heels back on, you feel a set of arms around your waist. They embrace you firmly enough to keep you close and softly enough to communicate that there’s nothing to fear. You turn in time to be kissed with such passion that you forget these are the lips of the man sent to kill you. None of that means anything. You only care that they’re on yours, his hands hungrily gripping at your hips…your thighs…your ass…any part of you he can reach.

There are no fireworks between you. The need that’s built up for you both is too strong to reduce to technicolored sparks in the night sky. This is an atomic bomb. A force strong enough to wreck you and you welcome it with open arms. Soobin can’t steal his mouth away from yours, he’s glued to you. “You’re more than enough” he promises, backing you against the wall, “So much more.” “Then why do you run away?” you ask, tearing his jacket even more as you help him out of it. He lifts your dress, letting his palm skim the lace of your panties. “I’m no good for you.”

Ripping his shirt open, you send buttons clinking to the ground where the bullets lay. You touch his chest and feel his body tense as you tease your way down to his belt. “I never asked you to be good for me. Be bad for me” you whine, squeezing your thighs to get the friction you find yourself growing desperate for. Flipping you around, he slaps your ass just the way you like. You arch your back as his thumb tucks your panties to the side, his middle and pointer fingers pushing into you.

In the quiet of the empty bathroom, all he can hear are your low sweet, moans and the splashing of your juices each time his fingers curl into your core. “You feel so good on my fingers, baby. Just dripping for me” he growls, his other hand coming around your neck to bring you closer to him. Your nails claw at the wall, the feeling of being pressed against it as his fingers fuck deeper into you intense enough to make you want to climb it.

Reaching back, you knot your fingers into his hair, pulling at it each time he hits your sweet spot. “One more” you moan, grinding back against his hand. “One more? You sure you can take it?” You nod, feeling a third finger brush your inner thigh, “I can take it, mmm, oh god.” His third finger slides into you slowly, his wrist rotating to stimulate you from every angle. “That’s it, baby. Take it for me. You like it when I fill you up with my fingers?” “Yes, I…I love it. So good. So—”

The door to the bathroom jiggles and you both freeze completely. At least you do. Soobin’s still except his fingers which remain inside of you, moving at a tortourlsy slow pace. The door jiggles again and there’s the low chattering of a group of women.

“Cut it out. What if they get in?” you whisper, turning to stop him. Soobin smiles down at you, sweeping you into another kiss, “So what if they get in?” Hooking his arms behind your legs, he lifts you off of your feet, the tip of his cock flicking at your clit. Your body shivers, making enough sound to give pause to the women outside. “You’re terrible” you giggle, reaching between you to stroke his length. You lightly trace the head of his cock with your thumb, guiding him closer and closer to your slit.

Soobin lowers his hips, raising them to thrust into you a little at a time until you’re writhing on his cock, too full to know what to do with yourself. Catching you staring up at him, your eyes sparkling like stars, makes the air feel thinner. It’s like he’s somewhere high up, climbing a mountain and losing air the higher he goes but he can’t stop. The way you make him feel, he can’t let go of it. Reaching up to cup his face, you plant kisses on his bare chest, choking back moans. “You’re perfect,” you say, meaning it with all your heart.

Soobin shakes his head, spreading your legs wider, “Not as perfect as you. Never as perfect as you.” The noise outside of the door quiets as the women give up, heading off in search of another bathroom. Soobin wastes no time thrusting into you, gripping your thighs hard enough to mark you. “Fuck, yes, just like that, ah!” Your lids fall closed and maybe Soobin was right, there must be stars in your eyes because they’re all you see in the darkness. “You’re so tight for me. So warm. I want you to cum for me” he whispers, pushing in deeper and holding you there. “Cum for me and don’t hold back.”

Grinding you onto him, he can feel every part of you and you feel every part of him. The twitching of every vein traveling up his length in response to the clenching of your walls. You’re the cutest thing, your body shivering, pillowy tits bouncing, filling the bathroom with incoherent moans. It’s almost as if he has you wrapped around his finger, something like a rubber band, twisted around and around until you’re pushed so far beyond your limits that you’re about to snap.

“Oh…” is all you get out before you break, grasping at his chest as your senses are overtaken by something too heavenly to fathom. “My little killer” he coos, kissing the last bit of smeared lipstick from your lips, “You’ve always been worth it.” The clock’s ticking on his mission and soon on his life as well. All he wants with whatever precious minutes he has left is to stay in this moment with you but life, as always, has different plans.

A phone sounds, a wistful ringtone echoing through the bathroom. Opening your eyes, you glance down at the phone peeking out of his jacket pocket. The screen flashes RESTRICTED. “Better get that,” you say, patting him on the arm to let him know it’s okay. Soobin carefully lets your legs down, only reaching for the phone when he’s sure you’re okay. “Hello? Yes. I know, I should’ve reached out sooner. I—” His attention momentarily strays to you gathering bullets from the floor and loading them back into his gun. “Did I handle her? Confirmed. Mission complete.”

Hanging up, he tosses it across the floor and you shoot it. Perfect aim. “They’ll be sending someone to confirm the kill soon,” he says, readjusting his pants to make himself decent, “We should get going.” “We?” you ask, checking to make sure you heard him right. Bundling your things up in his jacket, he approaches you much too happily for such a dire situation. “Yes, we, if you’ll have me.”

You take your heels from him, throwing them back on. “Of course, I will. Just one thing, point another gun at me and I’ll kill you.” Throwing your purse over your shoulder you float over to the bathroom door, still high off of your orgasm, and unlock it. Soobin trails behind you, content to do so for the rest of his life, “Point gun. Die. Noted.”

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yandere-chocolate · 2 years

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Yandere Monster/A.I x Reader ~(Romantic)~

TW/CW: begging, abandonment troubles, possessive behavior, isolation, horror. Lots of spelling mistakes.

“Hello, master. Good morning!” The calm voice called out. It didn’t sound emotionless & monotone like most robots that you knew. It sounded more like a very calm, deep, human voice.

“Would you like some food, love?” There was warmth in the word “love”. The A.I commonly used pet names & seemed to be in love with you. Too bad you can’t love it back.

You shook you head “no”. “Oh…that’s fine. Would you like to watch some TV, master? It’s all your decision, of course.” You wanting to decline any offer that A.I made, but you could use a distraction right now. Being locked in the house because of it.

You sat down & the TV turned on by itself; something that almost every electronic you owned did when you wanted to use it now. “Do you like this one?” The calm, overly pleasant voice asked. You nodded, hoping it would stop talking to you. Which it did! …for about 20 minutes.

“Why are you so cold to me now, sweetheart? You were so excited when you first installed me…” it asked while you getting some water. You let out a soft growl & walked back to the couch.

“…is it because I locked you in here? That’s only because I love you, darling…I promise. I will give all you need. All you want.” It promised but you didn’t bother to look at the ceiling like you used to; trying to ignore the voice entirely.

You woke up in the middle of the night. You hadn’t eaten all day. You must have fallen asleep on the couch. You turned over to look at the TV that was shut off. It so quiet. So dark.

You groggily got up & were about to get a late night snack before you saw something under the couch. You picked it up & you could see that they were keys. Keys to your house. You could finally leave! Get away from here!

You raced to the door to leave, but stopped in your tracks as the TV turned on. You turned just to see what was going on & were almost relieved when you saw it was simply static. Just static. You still had a—

“Please don’t.” The calm voice had a tinge of sadness to it as the static screen faded to white with a humanoid creature at the center. It’s skin was black & its eyes were pure white. It had a strange head; it was pure black like the rest of its body but it had large, sharp antlers that across its black body, you could see faint deep-gray scars littered across its body. It looked scribbled though, like a child drew it.

“Please…” it whispered, it’s 2D face pressing against the glass of the TV. “Please don’t go…” it pleaded with you, continuing to press against the glass as if it was desperate to grab you; to stop you.

You began slowly walking backwards towards the door.

“No, no, nonononono NO!” It screamed, slamming its hands against the glass, hairline cracks forming from the force. Real cracks. “PLEASE NO! PLEASE, PLEASE DON’T GO!” It cried out, “I CAN GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT! JUST SAY THE WORD & IT’S YOURS! Just…just please…קɭєครє รՇคץ ฬเՇђ ๓є!” It begged you but you simply kept your eye on it as you continued to the door. You had to watch it. You had to make sure it wasn’t right behind you. “աǟֆ ɨȶ ʍɛ? ɨ-ɨ ƈǟռ ʄɨӼ ȶɦɨֆ! ɨ ƈǟռ ƈɦǟռɢɛ! ɖօ ʏօʊ աǟռȶ ǟ ɖɨʄʄɛʀɛռȶ ʋօɨƈɛ? աɦǟȶɛʋɛʀ ʏօʊ աǟռȶ, ɨ ƈǟռ ɢɛȶ ɨȶ ʄօʀ ʏօʊ ʝʊֆȶ…օɦ ɢօɖֆ ռօ…П̸Ө̴!̸ ̴I̶ ̶ᄃ̴Λ̷П̵’̶Ƭ̶ ̸B̴Σ̶ ̸Λ̷ᄂ̴Ө̵П̷Σ̸ ̴Λ̵G̶Λ̵I̶П̴—̴P̵ᄂ̵Σ̵Λ̴Ƨ̴Σ̶,̷ ̵ᄂ̵Ө̸V̷Σ̷!̶” it banged on the glass again, this time more frantic, “ĐØ₦₮ ₲Ø ĐØ₦₮ ₲Ø ĐØ₦₮ ₲Ø ĐØ₦₮ ₲Ø ĐØ₦₮ ₲Ø ĐØ₦₮ ₲Ø ĐØ₦₮ ₲Ø!—“ it chanted but you were firm on leaving, as bad as you felt. You turned around to unlock the door when you heart the sound of broken glass behind you & the slight from the TV went out. You froze in fear for a few seconds before desperately trying to unlock the door.

Those few seconds felt like hours before you finally unlocked it, only to be picked up by a tall figure with four arms; all of them wrapped around you, holding you tightly to its chest.

“ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ…” it repeated, hugging you a little tighter & almost collapsing to the ground with you. “ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ…”

It went on like this until the morning. When you woke up, you noticed the monster was still holding you, softly rocking back-&-forth with you in its arms. “ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ…ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ…ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ…ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ.” That calm, human-like voice was now a deep, monstrous one. That voice must have been an illusion.

The creature kept you there for about 20 more minutes before loosing form & returning back to the TV; which was all fixed in the blink of an eye.

You noticed your keys were gone. You wriggled the door. Locked again. It seems you would need to be faster next time.

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dragonmasterkaylz · 3 months

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Overprotective Fathers

For context, Blossom is the Hellhound Lucifer chose to adopt when she was a puppy. He loves her like his own and Charlie loves her like she was her birth sister. But Lilith made her feel like she wasn’t apart of the family. I’ll draw her in the future, but for now, I hope you enjoy the story~!!! ❤️

Lucifer hummed as he walked around the Hotel, only to find his daughter, Blossom, all dolled up. She was a Hellhound, therefore adopted, but she was still one of his little Princesses.

“Awww~! You look pretty~! Where are you going?”

“Oh! My friend Loona invited me to a party~! It’s held in Gluttony and Queen Beelzebub is hosting it! Ooh~, I can’t wait~!”

He nodded with a nervous smile on his face. “But this is the first time you’ve been to Gluttony on your own. Will you be okay?” Blossom nodded and said, “I’ll be with my friend, Dad. I’ll be okay. I love you~!”

After she left, he started panicking and then went into the lobby, talking to himself. Angeldust hummed and asked, “You okay?” “No! My baby girl is going to Gluttony all by herself! Yes, she’s with a friend but I’m so worried! She’s always been with me!”, Lucifer told him. Husk said, “Maybe you should follow her”.

“Great idea!!! Thank you guys!!!”

In the station, Loona was rolling through her phone when she saw Blossom. “Hey!” “Hi Loona~! Haven’t been out in ages… so, I’m nervous”. Loona smiled as she said, “You’ll be fine. Beelzebub is pretty chill and also pretty cool. I’m sure she’ll like you”. “I hope so!”

Meanwhile, Blitzø was hiding and following Loona, just when his phone went off. “Ugh! What now?! No, I can’t now Stolas! I’m busy protecting my daughter!”, he whisper-shouted before hanging up. He frowned and then followed her onto the train. “Huh? Wait…!!!”

Lucifer looked at him and shushed him.

“That Hellhound… with the red and blonde hair is my daughter. I’m just protecting her”.

“Oh! Well, the other one is MY daughter! Blitzø, by the way, and the ‘ø’ is silent, your majesty”.

Once in Gluttony, Lucifer mumbled, “I haven’t been here in a while”. “Really? Don’t you Kings have, um… meetings?”, Blitzø asked. Then the King sighed as he said, “Mammon, I hate. Asmodeus… ugh! Beelzebub is okay. I just hope she doesn’t get my Blossom too drunk! She’s very vulnerable and sweet!”

“Heya~! Welcome~! And thanks for coming~! Oh… I’m sorry about what happened last time, Loona”.

The two looked over to see that Loona and Blossom were talking to Beelzebub. “Oh, no. It’s my fault. We are both here to have a good time”, Loona said with a smile. Vortex smiled and said, “That’s a relief! Um… is your Dad here?” Lucifer then flew away with Blitzø as they all turned around. “Nope! We’re all good!”

“Good thinking!”, Blitzø whispered.

“Just shut up! I hope Charlie got my text!”

Back at the Hotel…

“Hehe~! My Dad can be so overprotective~!”

“I don’t get it. Why did he go after her?”, Vaggie then asked. Angeldust looked at Husk and Charlie said, “I would’ve asked him to do the same thing! Blossom is very vulnerable and too nice for her own good, but… she has her moments”. “Yeah. Wouldn’t have known, if she didn’t rip the throats out of a lotta Angels!”

“I just hope my Dad doesn’t come back drunk”.

Back in Gluttony…

“Here~!” “Oh, thanks~!”

Loona and Blossom clinked their glasses as the two started to drink. “Oh c’mon! Let’s get ‘em bigger~!!!”, Beelzebub said as she used her magic to make their glasses a lot bigger. “Woah! That’s awesome!” “Both of you are always welcome here~! A Princess of Hell and her best friend~!” Blossom said, “Oh… Charlie is the Princess. I was just adopted”. “Oh, I’ve seen how Lucifer treats you~! Adopted or not, you’re a Princess sweetie~!”, Beelzebub said before flying her on top of the disco ball. “Take the stage for once, Blossom~!!!”

Lucifer watched and teared up, watching them both sing on top of the disco ball. Loona cheered for her and Blitzø smiled. “You know, I didn’t expect the King of Hell to be like this”. “Appearances deceive people, my friend! And I think our daughters are safe here…”.

“Of course they are! Why would I risk fucking up my relationship with the King of Hell~?”

The two jumped and backed away. “Beelzebub, we can explain—!” “No need! Dad’s worried about their daughters, right? I can totally understand that. Don’t worry, Luci. She’s in perfect hands and so is Loona”, Beelzebub said before looking at Blitzø. “Wanna try getting fucked up like last time then~?!” “Fuck yeah!”

“Loony~!!!”

“Oh! Oh shit!”

Blossom and Loona found them, with Lucifer trying to hide himself with his hat. “Dad! What the fuck are you doing here?!”, Loona shouted. Blossom giggled before saying, “Dad, it’s okay. You could’ve asked to come if you were so worried though”. “R-Really?! Oh, that’s a relief!” Beelzebub smiled and said, “I so love the vibe! Now, let’s have a real party here~! Okay?!”

Beelzebub, Blossom and Loona howled with the rest of the Hellhounds, making Lucifer and Blitzø smile.

Later…

“Are you sure it’s okay for us to crash here?”

“Yeah! I’m sure Charlie won’t mind!”

The two Hellhounds were carrying their Dad’s back to the hotel and once they got in, Charlie then asked, “How did it go~?! Oh…!” Lucifer was sleeping, clearly drunk. “Beelzebub convinced him to loosen up a bit, and he drank too much. But, I did tell her about this Hotel and she’s very interested! She wants to help!”, Blossom told her. Charlie’s eyes sparkled before she hugged them both. “I have the best sister ever~!!!”

“Hey! Princess! Keep it down!”, Blitzø told her. Loona just rolled her eyes and asked, “Can we stay, just for the night? And then we’ll leave in the morning”. “Oh! Of course!” Allistor then appeared and said, “I shall show you to your room!” “Fucking creepy…”, Blitzø mumbled. “Okay, big guy. Let’s get you to bed”. He just hummed and Blossom did the same. “Goodnight Loona!” “Goodnight Blossom!” Angeldust then said, “Wow. The King really can’t hold his liquor”. “Nope!”

After Blossom put her Dad to bed, he gently grabbed her arm. “Dad…?” “I’m fucking drunk right now, and probably won’t remember this… but I’m glad I have you as a daughter, Blossom. I love you and Charlie… and you’re both my Princesses”. She teared up and then got in bed with him before saying, “I’m glad you chose me to be your daughter, Dad”. “Yeah, me too”. Charlie had a look and saw them both sleeping. She looked at Vaggie, who smiled at her. “I bet she finally feels accepted now”. “Yeah… and I’m glad she does”.

END

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #helluva boss blitzo #hazbin hotel lucifer #helluva boss loona #helluva boss beelzebub #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel angel dust

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chimggukchim · 2 years

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UNHINGED AND SNOWBALLING

I’ve been in this fandom since early 2017 (5 ½ years). That’s way shorter than a lot of ARMYs but it’s also way longer as well. So I think I’ve consumed enough content in real time to have the opinion I’m about to share.

Taekookers are increasingly becoming louder and more unhinged by the passing day in this fandom.

And THAT is a truly frightening thing.

Let me explain…

At the beginning of my ARMYdom, I knew nothing of shippers and shipping except for what ships were in the fictional world. I never imagined anyone ever ‘shipped’ real people (for fun or otherwise).

So colour me confused when a Jikook video popped up on my YT page. Anyway, after trying to avoid anything and everything related to shipping where BTS members were concerned, I eventually watched a VLive where Jeon Jungkook made me finally question the nature of his relationship with Park Jimin. And I essentially went down that Jikook Rabbit/Chicky hole.

For a good length of time, I read/heard/saw nothing about Taekook as a romantic pair.

Namjin? Umm…yeah. Sope? Obviously. Taekook? Negative.

Hell, I had never even seen any content which remotely looked like Taekook were anything other than those BFF’s who are inseparable and are a collective menace to those around them.

Until I did. I can’t remember exactly but I’m guessing it might have been the G.C.F. in Osaka. Some ‘fans’ were suddenly loud about Tae and JK. But they were definitely in the minority.

That was in 2018.

And over the years, the Taekook loudness, from my experience, has gone through these phases:

Ø Hoping for content

Ø Celebrating content

Ø Overanalysing content (that really was mostly non-content)

Ø Subtly throwing barbs about Jimin

Ø Blatantly throwing barbs about Jimin

Ø Calling Jikook complete fan service

Ø Dubbing Bang PD the greatest fanfic writer

Ø BigHit is keeping Taekook apart and the boys are miserable.

Ø Jimin is a borderline molester who always makes Jungkook uncomfortable (save JK!)

Ø Taekook have had it and are now rebelling against the evil machine and giving hidden content in plain sight.

Ø Oh, but wait! Their relationship is only for them so they keep their moments private.

Ø Jimin the homewrecker and sl*t is keeping Taekook apart. He and Bang PD are forcing JK to do fan-service cuz it pays the bills.

Ø Completely, 100% making stuff up about dates with absolutely NO proof but being loud about it so everyone believes.

Ø Oh, someone showed Jikook some love so let’s harass them until they either go private, delete or deactivate.

Ø Jimin is the scum of the Earth – Taekook REAL – Jikook FANSERVICE

Ø I HATE JIMIN – TAEKOOK IS REAL – JIKOOK IS FANSERVICE

Ø JIMIN IS A ****** - SUPPORT TAEKOOK OR ELSE – FANNNSERRVICCEE (enter trucks/e-mails) – F*CK YOU, DELETE!!!

Needless to say, their presence on social media (and in real life, I will never forget that b!tch at the airport with that damn sign where the boys could see!) has only gotten louder and more disturbing as the years have progressed.

And I have seen it.

And this is worrying to me because if this behaviour continues to go unchecked by this fandom, I can only see it escalating.

And eventually meandering into actual dangerous territory – the frightening part.

Because with the way they’ve been moving lately, I am truly terrified that there is a very real possibility that these psychopaths could have intentions of physically harming Jimin and/or Jungkook. Because they see our mochi as an obstacle.

And if ONE was brave (and f#%%ing STUPID) enough to physically show up with a sign to the airport, what’s stopping some truly disturbed psycho from physically approaching Jimin in some form or fashion?

So here I am praying for the boys’ safety and hoping it never comes to this.

…But the thought is sobering and chilling.

#jikook #jimin #jungkook #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan boys #toxic shippers #Kookmin #mingguk #minkook

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potatosteinsillustrations · 11 months

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Playstation Showcase 2023

Yesterday showcase was really cool!!! I have made a list of the games that I liked the most!!!

Metal Gear Solid Δ Snake Eater (MGS3 remake)

H Y P E D A F

I was jumping with my sister with this one!!!! I can’t wait to play it!!! I hope they don’t mess it up because I love MGS3!!!!!!!! And when you realize the parrot is The End’s parrot AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Alan Wake 2

Same as Snake Eater SUPER HYPED!!! and the fact there was a cameo of Max Payne has me even more hyped (confirming that Alan Wake, Max Payne and Control happen in the same universe aghflkahfla) Neva The artwork is beyond beautiful and the trailer made me cry :’(

Phantom Blade ø

Looked like a super amazing action game! And for once set in what seems chinese lore? sign me up!

Revenant Hill

Looks so cute, quirky and interesting!!!!!!!!

Sword of the Sea THE ART IS SO PRETTY!!!!!!!!!!! As a recent fan of Journey I can’t wait to see this one too!!!

Foamstars

Looks like a really fun multiplayer game! Loved the character design so much!!! I know it is basically splatoon but nevertheless it looks really interesting!!

Dragon Dogma 2:

I liked how they basically said FU to final fantasy XVI’s lack of ethnic diversity, since DD2 will have more diverse characters I’m gonna get this one!

Final Fantasy XVI Don’t care about it, since the director said they won’t be adding ethnically diverse characters because of realism in the quasi european setting (in a game where they ride giant yellow birds as horses btw) I lost all the hype. Street Fighter VI I played the PS4 demo and it seems Capcom is not going to repeat the mistakes of SF V and I’m all for it and the world tour mode is so much fun!!! Gran Blue Fantasy Relink: I have been waiting for this game to come since forever!!! Looks so amazing I can’t wait to play it!!! As a side note: Since most AAA studios are aiming for high fidelity graphics that look as close to real life as possible... Is it me or they are starting to feel a bit generic? in the sense that visually they start to look the same since these games go for the same thing visual realism, on the other the games that got most of my attention during the showcase were actually the ones with distinctive art styles. What were your favs??? :D

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vallerianella · 1 year

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i defo did not send this thru submissions by accident but Ø for nik + penn with r♡xie maybe 🤪

🙈🙈🙈 I didn't see anything, no worries heheeh

NIK 𝄪 PENN

❝(o`ꇴ´o) fufuuun, the twins! or should I say the twimps ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)✧...! they’re always a ball of nerves, those two! naturally, it makes them quite fun to poke at. I’d like to think we’ve gotten a bit chummy lately, even if they still always act so jumpy whenever I show up (-ω-、)... nik always looks like a kicked puppy – even before I’ve even done anything yet! he's a very sensitive guy (￣ω￣; )... sometimes I think, woah, is this guy okay?!?. it almost makes me feel bad how easy it is to fluster him. not that it’d stop me from keeping trying to do so, of course ◝(⁰▿⁰)◜! the pairs of headphones he owns are always so cute too (o´▽`o)... I’d like to get a matching pair, but I can’t even wear anything new, being in the computer and all (￣ε￣). I can only watch through the screen in jealousy~ penn is in the same class as me (*≧ω≦*)! teehee, he’s a liiiiiittle milder when it comes to reactions compared to his brother. kind of. he’s just as fun to tease though. but he's really, reaaaally super duper good at rhythm games (✧ω✧)! whenever a new song comes out, he's already playing it on max difficulty. sometimes I even see him on the ranking boards. below me though, of course~ after all, you can't beat the power of a robot hand and artificial intelligence. that’s a secret between us, though ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ.❞

#pls vy im ngl when i read up on the twimps i was like oh god #ur precisely the kind of ppl roxie feeds off of the most.#roxie. maybe. maybe their reactions r a sign of stress to ur terror.#when roxie equates friends = victims #twimps r so cope tho T_T weepy introverts rule the world #roxie #ask game #ೀ ask

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hoppytrailspod · 1 year

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HT007 - Road Trip! - Bend Oregon Day 1

Nick and Travis have a special guest joining them, Trailmate and good friend Nick Fox. The three travel to the beautiful town of Bend, Oregon and barely make a dent in Bend's long list of breweries. We talk about some breweries and eateries, and then get ready for another long day on the Hoppy Trail. If you have a chance, please check out everyone we talk about and show them some love, either in person or by giving them a shoutout on their socials to let them know where you heard about them. And always remember to say Yes! to the Hoppy Ending.

We would love to hear from you. Please send us your feedback, or send us a "Trail Report" about an adventure you had on the hoppy trail, by emailing [email protected]. Thanks to Billy P for this episode's Trail Report, and we can't wait to find our way out to see you. Remembver to like and subscribe, and leave a 5 star review wherever you can.

You can also find us on all of your various platforms by going to www.hoppytrailspod.com; check out all the fun stuff we're posting to our Instagram (@hoppytrailspod) page to see what we're doing in between episodes!

This episode we talk about:

Sisters, Oregon: The Barn; Pop's Southern BBQ

Bend, Oregon: Bevel Brewing; Spider City Brewing 100% women owned and operated!; IndoDaddy food truck; Bangers & Brews West Bend (Thanks Tisha and Tina!)

Other Mentions: Anchor Brewing; Portlandia Ketchup; Jackson Hop Farms (Idaho 8 Hops); Full Circle Brewing (Lime 30 Lager); Umunhum Brewing; Dust Bowl Brewing (Tap Depot location Monterey)

Our Trail Report with Billy P mentions: The Whale Collective; OEC Brewing; Nøgne Ø

Be sure to check out the shows you heard promos for in this episode, Ask Cody Cricket, and You, Me & Squee, both produced by Sequoidea Productions LLC and more info can be found at www.sequoidea.com, or by searching for the shows by name on your favorite podcatcher.

Check out the newest episode!

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livealittleoc-cb · 1 year

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ø from your choice — 🌙

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

Text from 💀

💀: Hey Miss Luna

💀: Can I come and see the deer

💀: Can’t sleep

💀: Had bad dream

💀: I know it’s late so it’s okay

@lunaaofthemoon

#💀jay.txt #🕹️askgame!

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griefbuilt · 1 year

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✆✉⁇✿ø#@&%$♀ Matt and Jeremy (Sorry not sorry )

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

jeremy: if you’ve ever cared about me at all you will shut the fucking curtains. not ready to make the crawl to my room yet.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

jeremy: you have a thing for tyler ? i swear i catch you staring sometimes.

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

jeremy: can’t take calls right now. already running late for class. ask alaric.

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

jeremy: why don'r you like me anymore ? you just gave up. you were wupposed to be mu fucking friend. jeremy: but maybe you're too goid for me anyways.

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

jeremy: i didn’t get my tongue pierced just because it looks pretty

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

jeremy: i know it’s not your usual scene, but i’m going clubbing if you want to go ?

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

jeremy: i get it. i’m a shitty person who does shitty things. you’ve made your fucking point. but i swear to god i’d rather od again than listen to one of your half-assed lectures.

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

jeremy: i think you’re probably the son my father wanted

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

jeremy: doesn’t it ever scare you that you’ll just be stuck in that fucking town until you die ?

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

jeremy: i don’t know if i’ve ever really thanked you for being around for elena and i. you were there when you didn’t have to be, when it made things a lot fucking harder on you. honestly, i don’t know how things would have turned out if you weren’t here to just see us through and keep us sane. thanks for that. it means something.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

jeremy: weird question but do you believe in time travelers ?

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

jeremy: dude did you see that deftones are playing in baltimore this october ? i’m blowing off school for the whole fucking month if i need to. i’m getting tickets tickets to that concert.

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. ( meant for tyler )

jeremy: declan’s out. be here in 10 and i’ll ride you until you fucking break

jeremy: yeah, sorry about that man. wrong guy. hope you’re having a good night though !

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

jeremy: i found some pictures i had of vicki. didn’t know if you might want them

@ofxquaterbacks

#answered #jeremy #matt tag tbd #overdose tw #drug abuse tw

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112-darling · 2 years

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VɆ₦Ø₥ Ⱡł₱₴ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆ ₴₦₳₭Ɇ

Gift for the lovely Bee Anon. Happy birthday <3

Villainess (my OC) x reader

You snuck away to a dark corner, seeing the familiar dark plants of the forest in the cracks. “Hi there honey.” A smile appeared in the dark with two glowing eyes. “Any trouble at work?”

You shook your head smiling as her hand carded through your hair. “C’mon then.” The sound of Scales on the cold concrete as she slithered away. The white glowing in her lantern’s light.

Her raspberry eyes looked back periodically before making it deeper into into the forest. The dimly lit cabin in the distance made a feeling of home rest in your gut.

“How was your day hon?” You hummed speeding up to hold her non busy hand, which she gladly accepted. “It was as good as a General and leader of the most feared forest can get. Better now that your with me though.” She hummed as you both approached your shared cabin.

Once making it she opened the door for you and followed after, throwing the lit stick of wood in her lantern into the fireplace. “Sounds like you need some time?” You chuckled seeing her eyes follow the flames villainous delight.

“maybeee. Depends are you gonna snuggle me and give me time that way?” She looked at you with a soft smile before climbing the couch and giving you a soft kiss.

She laughed before pulling from behind the couch into her and laying down on her back. With you on her lap area. If she had human legs of course. Her tail wrapped around you as you leaned down on her chest.

Her breath slowed down content sigh. Her hand rubbing your back as her raspberry eyes closed and white hair falling in her face. Her pale skin glowing a light yellow in the fire. Same with her yellow and white scales. “Your staring dear.” She hummed with a smile petting your hair.

“I can’t believe how you decided I was a good choice for you.” You chuckled as her tail tightened, “because weren’t scared of me. I found it kinda cute.” She smiled and hummed, “That counts. Right?” You nodded as you yawned and rubbed your eyes.

“Go to sleep little mouse. I’ll worry bout dinner later. I already ate last week.” She grinned yawning as well leaning more into the pillow and her hand stopping on your back as a gentle reminder that she’s still there.

“Sweet dreams hon.” She smiled as you drifted off to sleep, her following after shortly.

#Oc x reader #HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAAAAY #THIS actually went by real fast

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goldenbear228 · 1 month

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More cats!

Poor narinder, he can’t get a break

#be safe #hope yall have a good day #bye bye now my gibbles #bear random talks #:d #cotl aym #cotl baal #cotl narinder #cotl fanart #can’t see! ø^ø

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burning-fcols · 25 days

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"I blame you for this, you inept tangle of overpriced circuitry." Though his words were biting and cold, they were said with that ever present smile, Alastor not even truly bothering to hide his boiling rage from the TV demon as he sent a glare his way. "Well, I do hope you're happy, seeing as that portal was our only way back to hell. Tell me, was this little trip worth it for a few moments of childish mockery?" Head twisting to the side at an unnatural angle, static filled the air as that sadistic grin grew to take up nearly Al's entire face, it not being a question that was meant to be answered. "Oh well, very little we can do about it now, thanks to you. I suppose we'll need to find another way back home." A sigh still filled with venom, but more resigned now as the radio demon gave a snap of his fingers, his otherworldly appearance soon giving way to that of a normal human with a flash of green smoke and lingering crackles in the air. "Goodness, it's been some time since I've worn this face, it feels far more restrictive than I remember." Said as he tugged at his blazar and tie to settle them more comfortably on this new body, his grin couldn't manage to be quite as wide with the mask he now wore. "Well then, shall we see if we can find a way to fix your unfortunate blunder? With any luck, we'll be back in hell before my tea grows cold." - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Mouth opens to snap at Alastor as soon as the first insult is out of the infuriating deer’s mouth, only to get caught in his throat at the annoying flex of power creepiness. Stiffening where he stands, Vox hastily shakes off the feeling of instinctive dread that arose at having a front-row seat to the spectacle. It’s been a while since he’s had the opportunity to be in such close proximity to Alastor. One can’t blame him for being somewhat susceptible to the deer’s tactics. He’s out of practice, that’s all. But it fades, unease quickly replaced by a far more potent rage and recklessness.

There. That’s better.

The others less-imposing human disguise might ALSO have something to do with the quick turn-around, but Vox refuses to acknowledge it. ❝ Oh no. No, no, no no ₦Ø— ❞ He firmly retorts when Alastor has finished his judgmental spiel, a finger pointing at the other man. ❝ You are NOT blaming this screw-up on me! Let's not forget, the only reason I'm here is because YOU needed help in the first place! ❞

Granted, Vox could have saved his boasting for after they were safely through the portal. But his excited lapse in judgement isn't the cause of this predicament! Merely an... unfortunate addition to the already FUCKY situation. ❝ When the ❛ independent and powerful Radio Demon ❜ — ❞ Hands wave in mockery of the title, Vox's tone dripping with disregard, ❝ —needs to call someone else for assistance, tail between his FUCKING legs... I more than deserve to rub it in your stupid, smiling, shitty face. ❞

A face that is very human right now... Unlike Vox. Grimacing as he's abruptly thrust from his high-horse, he can already feel the power shift. Bitter irony tainting the far too brief taste of SUPERIORITY he had over the other Overlord. Despite the impending realization, Vox stubbornly refuses to draw attention to his lack of a disguise. Or his inability to manifest one as seamlessly as Alastor had.

Arms crossing, in a desperate bid for control for as long as allowed, he simply averts his gaze and snarkily adds through faux-composure, ❝ Anyway, I don't suppose you have any ideas for how to fix this mess YOU dragged me into. Or are you planning on aimlessly wandering around looking like a complete idiot. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#burning-fcols #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Vox IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ʙʀᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴡ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Vox 」#hells-fvry #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Alastor 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʀᴇᴡɪɴᴅ; ᴡᴇ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Vox and Alastor 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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My Ergonomics Voyage: Part 1

Lenke til norsk versjon

Prolog, and the first steps

I’ve been a nerd my entire 34-year-long life. So naturally, much of it has been spent in front of computers using keyboards, and I’ve never experienced any discomfort related to this.1

I don’t know if it’s due to my age, or just the fact that I’ve worked even more than usual on keyboards, but lately, I’ve started to notice discomfort. Especially in my left hand, but a bit in my right as well. Luckily, there’s nothing anywhere else, and it’s not that bad. But I want to take action to try to stay ahead of it.

A bit about my current situation

The last couple of years, I’ve been working mostly in my small home office, which was OK, but not great. Just a couple of weeks ago, I finally got my own (external) office, so the situation has improved. However, I’ve been stupid, and also worked quite a bit on my laptop on our kitchen table lately.

Here’s my current office setup:

Not visible in the photo, is my Herman Miller Aeron chair, foot rest, and standing pad.

Good things about my setup

A standing desk makes it easy to dial in the proper 90° elbow angle.

I can also switch between standing and sitting.

Since my keyboard isn’t as wide as those with a numpad, my trackpad isn’t too far to the right.

The wrist rests are high enough so I don’t tilt my hands up (or down).

The screen can adjust its height and tilting, so I can dial in a good angle.

However, there is a weakness with my beloved custom keyboard

Laneware Macro-1 and LW-67. Boba U4 switches.

Me and some of my friends bought custom keyboards at the same time. They bought split keyboards, like this:

I thought they were cool, but I wanted a keyboard that others could use as well. Furthermore, since I hadn’t had any discomfort, it didn’t feel worth it.

However, there are four main problems with regular keyboards

When you put your index fingers on f and j , your hands are too narrow. Instead of being shoulder width, you have to force them inwards.

Since the keyboards are completely flat, the back of your hand is flat and parallell to the ceiling. To get there, you have to twist them a bit inwards.

Your strongest fingers (thumbs) are under utilised. Also, since the spacebar is so large, you have to move them pretty far to hit the buttons next to it (cmd for Mac).

The staggered placement of the switches isn’t the best (same with, you know, QWERTY).

Most split keyboards, like the ZSA Moonlander, solves all of these (to an extent).

You can have your hands far enough from each other, it can be tilted to the side, there’s more thumb buttons, and the layout is columnar.

But I don’t want to go there quite yet

They are expensive, and I’ve already spent a lot on my current keyboards (which I love!). But I have to, I have to… So, Part 1 of this journey, is things I can do that’s not getting a new keyboard.

I asked my split friends — and they actually had some advice that wasn’t «Get a split keyboard!». So some of these ideas are from them!

Put tilting legs on my trackpad

Even though my left hand is the one with most pain, I should still see if I can make things better for my right hand. And while I can’t tilt my keyboard like I need to, I can do it with my trackpad.

Just be a bit more conscious about how I use my keyboard

I’ve noticed, since I got the pain, that just being a bit more aware also helps. When writing, I twist my hands in a more comfortable degree, and pay more attention when using modifiers. For instance, I’ve started hitting Option + Command with just my left thumb.

But I can up this, with the next step:

Program home row modifiers

How often do you hold letters to write many of them? 2 Really, the only keys we hold, are the modifier keys. So, some people have taken the genius step of modding the home row ( A S D F — J K L Ø ) 3to be modifier keys if you hold them.

Image from the link above.

So, for instance, you can put Command under f and j . So if you want to do cmd + c, you can hold f and then click c . If you would like to do cmd + f, you just hold j and click f .

Do specific exercise

There are exercises designed to help with the problems I’m experiencing, that I should do. 4 But I should also consider the last idea:

Get A Life™

I have plenty of things I like to do, that doesn’t involve typing on keyboards. So I should prioritise those things more! Now that I’m done with the 1.0 of this website, that’ll be easier!

We’ll see if I have to embark on a Part 2. And my friend has been nice enough to allow me to try out his (second) ZSA Moonlander.

ZSA also makes the Voyager, which looks nice.

But I think something like a version of the Lily58 (image) or Boardsource Lulu is most tempting at the moment. I like that they’re small, but with some more thumb buttons, and that they can be made with rotary encoders. Also, I like the DIY!

Do you have any more advice for me? Please comment here or email me.

This is what’s called «foreshadowing». ↩︎

Zzzzzzzz ↩︎

Norwegian layout, baby! ↩︎

Not that I’ve found them yet! ↩︎

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truprojects01 · 2 years

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THOUGHT OF MOBILE COMPUTING IN MTECH

Ø Introduction

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Astroturfing: Manipulating the Truth of ‘Truthers’

January 8, 2021JoeDubs, Natural Philosophy

:by Sharyl Attkisson

Consider this fictitious example that’s inspired by real life: say you’re watching the news, and you see a story about a new study on the cholesterol-lowering drug called cholextra. The study says cholextra is so effective that doctors should consider prescribing it to adults and even children who don’t yet have high cholesterol.

Is it too good to be true? You’re smart, you decide to do some of your own research. You do a Google search, you consult social media, Facebook, and Twitter. You look at Wikipedia, WebMD, a non-profit website, and you read the original study in a peer-reviewed published medical journal. It all confirms how effective cholextra is. You do run across a few negative comments and a potential link to cancer, but you dismiss that, because medical experts call the cancer link a myth and say that those who think there is a link, they are quacks, cranks, and nuts.

Finally, you learn that your own doctor recently attended a medical seminar. The lecture that he attended confirmed how effective cholextra is, so he sends you off with some free samples and a prescription. You’ve really done your homework.

But what if all isn’t as it seems? What if the reality you found was false; a carefully-constructed narrative by unseen special interests designed to manipulate your opinion? A Truman Show-esque alternate reality all around you? Complacency in the news media combined with incredibly powerful propaganda and publicity forces mean we sometimes get little of the truth. Special interests have unlimited time and money to figure out new ways to spin us while cloaking their role.

Surreptitious astroturf methods are now more important to these interests than traditional lobbying of Congress. There’s an entire industry built around it in Washington.

What is an astroturf?

It’s a perversion of grassroots, as in fake grassroots. Astroturf is when political, corporate, or other special interests disguise themselves and publish blogs, start Facebook and Twitter accounts, publish ads and letters to the editor, or simply post comments online to try to fool you into thinking an independent or grassroots movement is speaking. The whole point of astroturf is to try to get the impression there’s widespread support for or against an agenda when there’s not.

Astroturf seeks to manipulate you into changing your opinion by making you feel as if you’re an outlier when you’re not. One example is the Washington Redskins’ name. Without taking a position on the controversy, if you simply were looking at news media coverage over the course of the past year, or looking at social media, you probably have to conclude that most Americans find that name offensive and think it ought to be changed.

But what if I told you 71% of Americans say the name should not be changed? That’s more than two-thirds. Astroturfers seek to controversialize those who disagree with them. They attack news organizations that publish stories they don’t like, whistleblowers who tell the truth, politicians who dare to ask the tough questions, and journalists who have the audacity to report on all of it.

Sometimes, astroturfers simply shove intentionally so much confusing and conflicting information into the mix that you’re left to throw up your hands and disregard all of it, including the truth; Drown out a link between a medicine and a harmful side effect say, vaccines and autism, by throwing a bunch of conflicting paid-for studies, surveys, and experts into the mix, confusing the truth beyond recognition.

And then, there’s Wikipedia; astroturf’s dream come true

Built as the free encyclopedia that anyone can edit, the reality can’t be more different. Anonymous Wikipedia editors control and co-opt pages on behalf of special interests. They forbid and reverse edits that go against their agenda. They skew and delete information in blatant violation of Wikipedia’s own established policies with impunity. Always superior to the poor schlubs who actually believe anyone can edit Wikipedia only to discover they’re barred from correcting even the simplest factual inaccuracies.

Try adding a footnoted fact or correcting a fact error on one of these monitored Wikipedia pages, and poof! sometimes within a matter of seconds you’ll find your edit is reversed. In 2012, famed author Philip Roth tried to correct a major fact error about the inspiration behind one of his book characters cited on a Wikipedia page, but no matter how hard he tried, Wikipedia’s editors wouldn’t allow it. They kept reverting the edits back to the false information.

When Roth finally reached a person at Wikipedia – which was no easy task – and tried to find out what was going wrong, they told him he simply was not considered a credible source on himself.

A few weeks later, there was a huge scandal when Wikipedia officials got caught offering a PR service that skewed and edited information on behalf of paid publicity-seeking clients, in utter opposition to Wikipedia’s supposed policies. All of this may be why, when a medical study looked at medical conditions described on Wikipedia pages and compared it to actual peer-reviewed published research, Wikipedia contradicted medical research 90% of the time. You may never fully trust what you read on Wikipedia again, nor should you.

Let’s now go back to that fictitious cholextra example and all the research you did. It turns out the Facebook and Twitter accounts you found that were so positive, were actually written by paid professionals hired by the drug company to promote the drug. The Wikipedia page had been monitored by an agenda editor, also paid by the drug company.

The drug company also arranged to optimize Google search engine results so it was no accident that you stumbled across that positive non-profit that had all those positive comments. The non-profit was, of course, secretly founded and funded by the drug company. The drug company also financed that positive study and used its power of editorial control to omit any mention of cancer as a possible side-effect.

Once more, each and every doctor who publicly touted cholextra or called the cancer link a myth, or ridiculed critics as paranoid cranks and quacks, or served on the government advisory board that approved the drug, each of those doctors is actually a paid consultant for the drug company.

As for your own doctor, the medical lecture he attended that had all those positive evaluations was in fact, like many continuing medical education classes, sponsored by the drug company. And when the news reported on that positive study, it didn’t mention any of that. I have tons of personal examples from real life.

A couple of years ago, CBS News asked me to look into a story about a study coming out from the non-profit National Sleep Foundation. Supposedly, this press release coming out said the study concluded we are a nation with an epidemic of sleeplessness, and we don’t even know it, and we should all go ask our doctors about it.

A couple of things struck me about that. First, I recognized the phrase “ask your doctor” as a catch phrase promoted by the pharmaceutical industry. They know that if they can get your foot through the door at the doctor’s office to mention a malady, you’re very likely to be prescribed the latest drug that’s marketed.

Second, I wondered how serious an epidemic of sleeplessness could really be if we don’t even know that we have it. It didn’t take long for me to do a little research and discover that the National Sleep Foundation non-profit, and the study which was actually a survey not a study, were sponsored in part by a new drug that was about to be launched onto the market, called Lunesta, a sleeping pill.

I reported the study, as CBS News asked, but of course, I disclosed the sponsorship behind the non-profit and the survey so the viewers could weigh the information accordingly. All the other news media reported the same survey directly off the press release, as written, without digging past the superficial. It later became an example written up in the Columbia Journalism Review, which quite accurately reported that only we, at CBS News, had bothered to do a little bit of research and disclose the conflict of interest behind this widely reported survey.

So now you may be thinking, “What can I do? I thought I’d done my research. What chance do I have separating fact from fiction, especially if seasoned journalists with years of experience can be so easily fooled?”

I have a few strategies that I can tell you about to help you recognize signs of propaganda and astroturf. Once you start to know what to look for, you’ll begin to recognize it everywhere.

First, hallmarks of astroturf include use of inflammatory language such as “crank”, “quack”, “nutty”, “lies,” “paranoid”, “pseudo”, and “conspiracy”. Astroturfers often claim to debunk myths that aren’t myths at all. Use of the charged language test well: people hear something’s a myth, maybe they find it on Snopes, and they instantly declare themselves too smart to fall for it.

But what if the whole notion of the myth is itself a myth, and you and Snopes fell for that? Be aware when interests attack an issue by controversializing or attacking the people, personalities, and organizations surrounding it rather than addressing the facts. That could be astroturf.

And most of all, astroturfers tend to reserve all of their public skepticism for those exposing wrongdoing rather than the wrongdoers. In other words, instead of questioning authority, they question those who question authority. You might start to see things a little more clearly; it’s like taking off your glasses, wiping them, and putting them back on, realizing, for the first time, how foggy they’d been all along.

I can’t resolve these issues, but I hope that I’ve given you some information that will at least motivate you to take off your glasses and wipe them, and become a wiser consumer of information in an increasingly artificial, paid-for reality.

Thank you.

-Sharyl Attkisson

Video: Astroturf and manipulation of media messages | Sharyl Attkisson | TEDxUniversityofNevada