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you called me cerebral - i didn’t know what you meant
now i do, would it have killed you to call me pretty,
instead?
brando - lucy dacus
#i thought this one was more user friendly T^T#i’m gonna keep one on my main n one on my side n see how they do :3#still made on shuffles just sized down!#lucy dacus#lucy dacus lyrics#boy genius#boygenius#brando lucy dacus#brando lyrics#indie lyrics#lyrics
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Ways to Live in Direct Opposition to Capitalism
I am by no means an expert in any of these things I’m gonna talk about, so keep that in mind! I am just making a compilation of things I know of that we can do to lessen the stranglehold the capitalist lifestyle has on us while enriching our lives, our surroundings, and the lives of others. Please add anything I miss or correct anything I may be getting wrong! Anyway here goes!
Use what you have, fix what’s you can, make what you can, accept from others, thrift what you can, and finally purchase as a last resort.
This is advice I have seen float around here a couple of times that can apply to a lot of things including clothing, furniture, food, and more besides. It’s meant to be done roughly in that order as it applies to what you’re wanting/needing/doing. It’s about preventing waste, promoting self-capability, having a heightened reliance on your community, and consciously rejecting the ingrained habit many of us have to just purchase things or services.
Here’s where you can read about growing an indoor garden!
Here’s where you can read about sewing things yourself!
Here’s an online site for giving and receiving items for free!
Here is where you can find a local Mutual Aid to get things from, learn skills from, give do, volunteer for, etc. (in the U.S.)
Be politically active! (from a U.S. perspective)
Vote for every election. Know your representatives and those who will be competing in the next election. Vote without ignorance and without falling for unfounded claims. While operating within the system that actively oppresses us will not bring about the future we want, it can serve as damage control (preventing worse candidates from taking office) and it can potentially create a national atmosphere more open to change.
Here’s a good article about getting more involved in the U.S. political process.
Here’s a site that will show you how to register to vote, when and where elections are held, and more!
Here’s good advice on finding protests in your city!
Here’s some readings on unionizing! It’s your legal right to unionize!
Here’s a more user friendly site for learning about unions!
Be active within your community!
Developing strong, motivated, capable, knowledgeable, and inclusive communities is the ultimate way to combat the relentless and bleak present and future. When you’ve worked on the things above and have gotten good at it (or even if you haven’t gotten good at it yet), start spreading what you know and what you can do with others!
Give your neighbors, coworkers, and friends some of the vegetables you’ve grown.
Invite your community members to volunteer events.
Talk to folks about how to vote, when you’re doing it, etc.
Take part in Mutual Aids to teach what you’ve learned or whatever you may be an expert in! Invite neighbors, friends, and coworkers when you take part in the Mutual Aid!
Accept your community. Take them for who and what they are. Discrimination is the enemy of cooperation. You have much more in common with everyone in your community than a single billionaire or corporation. We’re all passengers on this spaceship earth.
Do it one step at a time!
Obviously we can’t do all of these things at once. Do what you can when you can, and you’ll start to notice real change in your life!
Our online communities where we talk about our visions and hopes are fantastic, but they have little impact if we don’t actually get up and do the real work that change requires.
Want to be better, and keep hope for the future!
Harbor and nourish that desire to be a better person and to be the change you want to see in the world. You need to be hungry for a better future if you plan to make it through the rough times when everything feels pointless and without hope. Reach out to others when you’re down, and be someone others can lean on when their lives get hard.
That’s it! Please interact with this, spread it to others, and add your own thoughts and ideas! It’s important that we do the real work to get the change we crave!
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actor!armin who always plays innocent, helpful characters on screen but is a manipulative menace in real life.
when press conferences and interviews come around, he knows how to put on an act; sweet smiles, careful attention to younger children and their fumbled words, barely any contact when it comes to female colleagues. when fans catch him outside of the studio, he’s friendly and never shuns admirers away. actor!armin knows he has the whole thing down to a T and has never had to worry about his exposure of behind the scenes behaviour.
but when it comes to you, his most trusted fan site runner, actor!armin doesnt know what draws him to you.
you’re fucking crazy, he thinks — follow his press tour routes, know most of his family and friends on a personal level. hell, sometimes you post updates on schedules even he hasn’t found out yet
actor!armin wants to get rid of you; really and truly, because you make him feel a way about himself that no one else does. you seem to glorify him on a level he’d hate to attain. yes, actor!armin wants people to worship the ground he walks on, but you seem to worship his very being.
“don’t you have any family to fucking attend to? friends? a life?”
actor!armins cornered you around the block wall of the studio although hes due up on stage in 15 for the press release of his latest action film. all he wanted to do was take a quick smoke break, have a breather! but he couldn’t even have that as you too seem to be round the back too.
with a snort, you dont even mind the way he heaves a wad of spit near your foot. did he think that was going to push you away??
“what, you think i do this for free?” a sweet giggle leaves your mouth along with the wad of smoke you puff into his face. “your pa pays me too handsomely for me to walk away because simply because you told me to.”
actor!armin wheres a confused look on his face because actually yes, he did think you did this for free. now that he thinks about it, the fact you were being paid for this makes sense, but he just never thought that was the case. as you watch his face, you realise that too.
“you didnt know?! fuck, you’re more pathetic than i imagined.”
actor!armin doesnt know why but he feels his straight trousers grow slightly uncomfortable at your words. and of course you notice that too because as his mouth gaps for lack of answer, you’re raising your knee between his crotch — the ghosting sensation causing him to slip out an unsolicited moan.
“just think…” your free hand comes down to palm at his trousers in replacement of your knee, your other hand letting you take another drag of your cigarette.
“imagine if people knew just how nasty you were. if all your fans were aware about what the sick type of fuck you were — mighty and worshipped armin arlert getting off to user arminofficialupdates at the back of a conference building, gets hard off of an insult. fucking lame.”
actor!armin starts to let out watery whimpers as he hears you talk down at him. he didnt even realise your hand had slipped past his trousers or boxer briefs until he feels the icy cold air of your hands invading from outside.
actor!armin had his head dipped just over your shoulder whilst his hand stayed on the brick wall by your head for support. your hand dryly ran up and down his cock. the shick, shick of his handjob over powered by actor!armin’s pathetic whines. you continue to finish your cigarette, throwing the stub to the ground once it burnt to the filter. all throughout, your face was unbothered as you continued to degrade the blonde in spouts of annoyance — the occasional “good boy” added in for affect.
actor!armin messily finished over your clenched fist and the light grey of his suit jacket — the material now blotched dark.
the blonde pants for his breath, still stood in the same position. however, you duck under his arm to escape his grasp, but not before wiping the semen that was on your hand onto the back of his jacket. actor!armin whips round as soon as you do it but you dont stay long enough to face the brunt of his reaction. you only smugly walk back into the building through the side door, the fire exit shutting with a grinded halt.
actor!armin lets out a loud “fuck” as he angrily shrugs off his suit jacket — the item soiled. his pa was so gonna kill him.
#armin aot#armin x you#armin arlet#armin x reader#armin headcanons#armin smut#armin x y/n#snk armin#shingeki no kyoujin#aot#attack on titan#attack on titan armin#armin x black reader
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When She Was Just-
(More fanfic of @zal-cryptid's Misfits in Toyland comic. Contains size stuff, so reader beware.)
“So you just sit on down, get yourself comfy, and I’ll be right back to start our playdate!”
Easier said than done, Beau thought to herself, squirming on the spot for a decent position on the couch as Dolly flop-skipped out the room, singing a tuneless babble. If Toyland had one notable disadvantage - once you exhausted the obvious grievances with losing your old life and existing as a plaything for probably all eternity - it was the lack of halfway decent furniture. Chairs and beds made to fit a doll weren’t exactly designed with human comforts in mind. Little give to their rigid wood and plastic frames, cushioning a sliver-thin strip of foam at best, too often ever so slightly disproportionate for all except one user. Beau herself could hardly roll half a turn either way in her own bed without risking falling out, let alone find a non-cramped spot on Dolly’s ratty wool sofa.
Granted, Beau took issue with her proportions in nearly all matters. A porcelain-figurine of a shepherdess, she towered over most other folk in Toyland. The Barbie doll down the lane claimed she felt no perspective different at twelve inches from her 5’6” human height; Beau, once 4’11”, felt quite the substantial difference at eighteen. That Barbie girl barely measured to the bottom of Beau’s chest. Her life as a vanishing slip ended the day she kicked her way from her arrival box and felt the dimensions of her new form , a figurine sculpted for detail over function, garbed in a needlessly voluminous lace gown triple her natural width. Actions major and minor all the day came with overbearing reminder she was, all told, huge.
Waking in the morning? Bumps and bonks reaffirming her playset of a home was hastily retro-fitted to just barely accommodate her bulk. Passing other toys in the public square? Snickers about her heavy trod and long shadow. Chatting with friends after a day in the fields? Oh God, how her voice so easily overwhelms the group.
One such chat started her path to this damnably undersized couch, why oh why won’t her dress gather without bunching and bulging in the small of her back? “You seem real tense lately, Beau.” “You spend too much time tending your flock, Beau.” “I didn’t know you could micromanage sheep.” They had a point, she did feel wound up, and without any mechanism to blame. Absolutely nothing to do with her work, they simply didn’t understand how much it meant to her, but a point on the mark is a point on the mark. Even so, she felt reticent about visiting Dolly when the subject inspired some… less than altogether pure remarks. “Oh, a playdate with Dolly is just what you need, big girl!” “Yeah, I hear she’s got the magic touch, pushes all your buttons if you got ‘em.” “I dunnow, seems more adventurous than Beau’s used to.”
She sulked in her home for some hours after, twiddling the too-small business card in her spindly fingers, torn between offense at their implications and genuine curiosity. The language Dolly used in advertising her services left anyone a smidgen past pure childhood innocence little room to ignore the barely-hidden meaning. Chance was right, she generally wouldn’t entertain those sorta transactions. On the other hand (flicking the card from one to the other), despite the crude jokes around “playing with Dolly,” the ragdoll seemed plenty friendly whenever Beau had occasion for brief exchanges to and from work, and those who did partake never so much as hinted at anything untoward. Just the surface-level meaning any halfway literate could take from the text.
Which posed some trouble when Beau hoped the rumors were true. Knew her frustrations ran deeper than simply too much time in the Arctic sun standing over sheep who, strictly speaking, needed no herding. Wanted to come right out and ask for the weirdest sort of help resolving her deepest set issue with life in Toyland. Yet if she guessed wrong, if Dolly’s play sessions were half so wholesome as suspected, there’d be zero chance of looking her straight in the button eye for a long time coming. Beau felt flushed, but her skin remained its neutral painted shade as she fiddled and twiddled, thinking long into the night.
After a week’s protracted thought, Beau had worked a free afternoon into her schedule, left a note on Dolly’s doorstep announcing her visit and available hours, spent a sleepless night cursing the inventor of packing foam, and squeezed into Dolly’s residence at the appointed time. The way she figured, best to play it cool, wend her way to the point roundabout as she can manage, and hope against hope Dolly gets the idea, and moreover, approves. If not… well, running away isn’t exactly difficult at her size. Though she may crack a doorframe or two in the rush.
So she sat, or rather shifted and bounced in vain with sitting a fleeting incidental matter, trying to distract herself from a welling panic in her breast by focusing on the details of Dolly’s foyer. No need to run if she busied her eyes studying the cardboard cutout of a flame in the fireplace, crayon scribblings of yellows and oranges subtly shifting in a dance implying warmth she could not feel. Why question her purpose in coming here when she could examine the conversation pieces on the coffee table, seemingly alphabet blocks with notably peeling paint and assorted accessories from mismatched doll lines chipped in odd places? Oh God, this was a bad idea, but don’t think about that, think about the imitation-wood wallpaper, or the paper-printout throw rug in the corner, or the approaching sound of rags on smoothed balsa wood!
Beau templed her hands over her face, pinching her nose so hard she risked shattering it and index fingers alike. You can do this, she thought, screwing her eyes shut. Just ask like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“Alrighty! I’m… ready! How ‘bout… you?”
She blinked, turned, and looked down. Dolly shuffled backwards through the entryway, dragging a gallon-size ziplock full to bursting with cotton balls in her wake. “Sorry I took my time! Had to think’ve… something we could use for… sheep!” she beamed. “Didn’t… phew… didn’t want to ask yours to come in! Gotta keep things private, y’know!”
Funny the things you notice when forcing your thoughts away from undesired conclusions. As Beau sat ramrod stiff, hands still hovering before her mouth, her gaze darted all over Dolly, taking in aspects of her person as substitute for the chant oh, Oh no, oh no no no, she really does just want to play at counting sheep, this is bad, get out, abort, abort! The polished button eyes which twisted about and pressed on her face ever so slightly to distort the surrounding area into expressions. The rosy patch circles on her cheeks Beau swore sometimes grew and shrank in size with Dolly’s mood. The faded candystripe pattern of her burlap dress - shorter than her usual outfit, or just Beau’s imagination? The… well, the slightness. Dolly stood somewhat taller than most humanoid toyfolk (if still a few inches shy of Beau’s height), but being a cotton-stuffed ragdoll made her seem so insubstantial. Hardly any klumphing from her step, a wavering quality to her gestures, so light that the occasional jostle when passing her could knock her several body lengths away. Not a rigid or heavy thing about her.
“Sooooo…?”
Beau flinched. She should probably say something.
“I’m… sure they wouldn’t mind, if you asked…”
“Naaaah, don’t be silly!” Dolly waved off the notion, wrist bouncing every which way. “I see you in the fields, acting all Miss Bossy Lady with ‘em, hardly having any fun! All they’d do is get you doing that again! Sure, if you wanna invite, I won’t say no, but as Toyland’s first ‘n’ best professional playmate, I gotta say you’re better off with THESE sheep today!”
She hefted an armful of cotton balls, cradling them back and forth while bleating, “Baaa! Baaa!”
Beau coughed. “Well, you know, I… it’s the right way of doing things. A shepherd, well… she tends her flock and… makes sure they go where they need to…”
“Plus!” Dolly scampered over and tugged at Beau’s voluminous dress folds, encouraging her to come over to the “flock.” “Plus, I’ve heard you talkin’ all the time! Who could miss it? You’re usually SUPER confident and forward. Don’t give anyone a turn until you’re done! Being all ‘uh’ and ‘err’ and ‘well..’ ain’t like you! Trust me, if you’re here and being Miss Hem Haw instead of Miss Bossy Lady, you NEED this!”
For her stature and composition, Dolly pulled surprisingly hard, prompting Beau to rise and at least begin hesitantly stepping towards the cotton pile, lest her dress tear under enthusiastic hands. “Right, but the thing is… I don’t exactly w-”
“So!” Dolly plopped herself down on the floor, busied beyond hearing with her ideas for the next few hours. “We got your sheep here, right? And you’ve got your you, and since you’re the shepherdess, you’re gonna do shepherdess things for them! EXCEPT! We aren’t gonna do your boring herding stuff, we’re gonna have fun! Name the sheep, get to know them, let ‘em scamper around, jump some fences, do some counting, maybe a nap in the middle if it makes us sleepy!”
“Dolly…”
“That’s all for later, though! What’d you think THIS little sheepie’s name should be?”
“Dolly, may I please say something before we start?”
She wished she still had a tongue to bite. The request wasn’t meant to come out quite so impatient, barking. If Dolly minded the sudden shot of aggression, it only evidenced through her face going neutral for a moment or two before breaking back into a wide smile. “Sure thing! Whatcha got?” And then her head lolled to the side, resting angled cross her shoulder in a way Beau always found offputting. No matter how much she knew this as Dolly’s I’m Listening I’m Hearing Honest pose, the limp stillness in her manner creeped a body out.
With a heavy sigh, Beau gathered her skirts and lowered herself cross-legged to the floor, intent on getting this right. Steady and honest, she reminded herself, tucking and checking the fabric for comfort. Wend your way in, give the full picture, keep your head, hope for the best. Right. Here goes.
“I am sure you have heard me tell how I came to the island, or at least heard from another who has,” she began, voice low and level as manageable. “Short, skinny little Beau used to flying under everyone’s notice, suddenly so big a toy she’s practically eight feet tall compared to all the rest. I am not stupid, I took one look at myself and figured a good rough version of why I came here - and a bit of talking to my neighbors cemented it. All those years dodging attention, dodging responsibility, shirking duties for increasingly ephemeral reasons until I wasn’t taking proper care of my own health, let alone the people I might have helped if I took a tiny bit of interest in my life? And now I’m a shepherd in Toyland with a flock waiting? The message was pretty clear: shape up, adopt this duty, learn some discipline and make some proper commitments for once.”
A pause, to glance at Dolly for response. Absolutely none, as expected, blank-eyed and still. When she listens, she does literally nothing else.
“So I did what was expected. And it helped, it really has, I like being shepherd for the sheep. I do not know if they’re toyfolk themselves or just extensions for my punishment, but I get up, I tend them however long they need tending, and then I go home. That is my life, and I think it a good life. I live on a clock where I let hours slip, I’m assertive where I let others step on me, I’m a responsible person with a point to her life instead of a slacker doormat of no worth or use. All to say… I just do not think playing cotton ball sheep is what I need here. My job is playing the person I’m supposed to be, so there is no need to replicate it. Right?
Expecting Dolly’s continued silence and mentally readying a third leg to her spiel, Beau jolted hard when the ragdoll’s head shot up and said, “Okay! We don’t gotta play sheep! What do you wanna play, then?”
With a shudder, Beau steered towards her main point. “Right. The reason I came here today… the REASON I came here today is because I have felt one.. one major problem the entire time I have lived here.” Good Lord, could her speech be more stilted? “Not something you would expect most to complain about, probably too silly for consideration, I should just g…” She promised herself. No running until outright rejection. Say it. “I do not like… I want… well…”
“Your clothes? Do you wanna play dress-up? I’ve got some-”
There go the floodgates.
“I hate being so much taller than everyone! It’s not just bumping my head and knocking people over and never finding anything in my size, that all sucks but I’m sick of being so BIG overall! I woke up in my box and I looked around and I thought oh my God, it finally happened! Because I was always short, right, and I had a THING for it and wanted to be even smaller, smaller than possible, and here I was under two feet and telling myself well, you’re not a person anymore, but you’ve got your dream, that’s something at least. And then I wander into town and what do you know, they’re all shrimps compared to me, I’m practically a living colossus compared to everyone, and I have to learn how to be responsible and punctual and outward while living in THIS body? THIS gigantic freak of a thing? I’m the runt I always fantasized about and I can’t even feel it and it’s just too much and I want.. I want… I…”
Beau could not remotely account how, lacking lungs and all, she winded herself spilling her secret in one prolonged babble. Regardless mechanics, she sat there on the floor, huffing for breath, fully aware she looked an enormous fool in figurative and literal terms. Somewhere in her rant, Dolly’s head had lolled to the side again, which gave Beau the impression she could, perhaps, sneak out without further embarrassment. The other toys sometimes said Dolly’s true self fugued away years ago; maybe if she made the door before Dolly straightened out, she wouldn’t be mis-
“Oh! Ohhhhhhh! I get it now! You wanna play Big Girl/Little Girl!”
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“You be the little girl and I be the big girl, right?”
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“I can do that easy! You shoulda said when we came in, we coulda been at it ages by now! C’mon, up, up, just gotta use your imagination for this one!”
-sed. Through mentally sibilating, Beau let Dolly’s mitten-like hands grasp her overlarge yet slender digits and guide the towering shepherdess to her feet, passively swaying on the spot. From where she stood, she could not possibly imagine how Dolly meant to fulfill the roles as proposed. Half due to still whirling through panic at her shame being so readily accepted, half due to standing some six inches higher than the doll’s crown. Gazing through doubled vision at the knots and kinks of black yarn hair, Beau tried to picture Dolly as the taller of the two, and failed as her mind blanked.
“It’s alright!” Dolly piped up, rags still grasping porcelain. “This is to help you relax, but you gotta do that at least a little to get going!” She stood there, neck considerably craned and mouth brightly curved until Beau adjusted her stance, an honest effort at playing willing participant rather than shellshocked statue. “Great! Now, I’m just gonna…” Dolly shuffled herself back and forth, producing a light scuffing whenever she bumped Beau’s dress. “...and a bit of…” Her head bounced about, hair bobs threatening to shake from their bows. “...aaaaaaand!”
A rag foot went lightly fwuph upon the floor. “Hi there, little girl!” she giggled, looking down. “I’m big girl!”
The air in the room hung still as seconds tip-toed by. Beau measured her options. Responding as Dolly clearly expected didn’t feel right. Walking out ran the risk of Dolly telling someone later. Screaming felt undignified. She settled, somewhat reticently, on polite suggestion.
“Uh, Dolly? I am not entirely sure if you have noticed but… I am… I’m up here? Would it help if I laid down? You might look pretty tall then…”
“Huh!” Dolly kept her eyes fixed firm on the floor between them. “That’s weird! I definitely see little girl Beau down there! She’s sooo tiny! Hi there, lil’ Beau!” Her hand waved carelessly about for a few pendulations, until her forehead wrinkled, her arm slowed, and she asked, “Wait… you’ve never played like this before, have you?”
“Well, I might have roleplayed online some in college, but… look, are you sure I should be standing for this? I don’t want to tell you how to do your job or anything, but if we’re being open and honest about this, you could try uh… stepping on me to get the point across?”
“Nahhhh, that’s Dommy Mommy, we don’t need to make pretend for that! I mean like… really played! Like when you’re a kid. Tried and tried and tried until you actually believed for a little bit! Here, look, close your eyes and think, ‘I’m real real real real little right now, and Dolly’s suuuuper big,’ and then when I stomp, look up! Give it a try!”
Features blank and uncomprehending, Beau did as she was told anyhow. It felt stupid: if she looked up, she might see the poorly painted roof to Dolly’s foyer a few inches from her face, lit by a weak heat lamp behind a fake cardboard fire, standing on cheap balsa wood, but not Dolly. She was down there, Beau was up here. At the least, she could humor her host. So she leaned her head back and set a mental intonation. I’m small. I have been small since I got here. I am like… like a minifig. Everyone look like mountains. I need friends to carry me everywhere. I can’t tend the sheep because they’re practically mattress warehouses compared to me. That’s me, a pipsqueak, a speck, the smallest girl in Toyland. And I like it this way.
“Okay!” One more, Dolly’s foot went fwuph, signaling Beau to open her eyes. Only this time, several factors shifted radically.
The ceiling, seconds ago so close she might reach to scrape away the peeling paint, now seemed a mile off, details lost in the distance. A steady crackle sung from the fireplace, which flooded the room with a warmth before sorely lacking. Those flimsy strips of balsa felt firm and sturdy as proper oaken hardwood.
And Dolly’s stomp made the whole house shake.
Beau stumbled off her feet and hit the ground hard, yet kept staring upward, mouth agape, verbal expression utterly useless to capture the sight before her eyes. Impossible though it ought’ve been, she now splayed before a great black mound, dust particles still settling round its base. Another, twin to the first, lay some distance to her right, and from both jutted pillars of pure brown fabric, stitchings the length of Beau’s entire body at quick estimate running along the sides of each into… void. No, not a void, merely deep shadow; scootching herself back some, Beau noted a ring of alternating off-whites and dulled-reds, which in turn coalesced into candy cane striping drawing her higher, higher, higher. Past trunklike arms, past a flowered ruff that could drown her home, up to a familiar mouth quirked into a smile, cheek patches glowing more intensely than she’d ever known, button eyes wide, magnified beyond all reason, and trained directly on her.
“There you are, little girl! Told ya you were down there! Hee hee!”
Shrank me. She actually shrank me, Beau thought. Inching back further for a better view, however, she found her understanding of the situation very quickly challenged via her back striking something. What, she couldn’t tell, for when she twisted herself about to check she found only the open expanse of the floor, her frame so small as to readily slide under the couch. Yet, from the scratchy coarseness against her back, tangible even through her considerable layers, Beau knew for a fact she was now pressed firm into Dolly’s sofa.
A deafening coo from above forced her eyes Dollyward again. “Hey, hey, don’t worry! Gonna seem a bit weird, but it’s all part of playing pretend! Long as you and me both think you’re tiny, you actually are, sorta! Big Beau’s still here, she didn’t go anywhere. It’s just you’re ALSO Little Beau now, which means I can do-”
Scrabbling for comprehension, Beau experienced two wholly contradictory sensations at once. In the back of her mind, she dimly perceived Dolly crouching down, scooping both arms underneath Beau, and hefting her up with considerably less difficulty than she handled the far-lighter bag of cotton balls. In active sight, though, clear as day and solid as anything, she watched helpless as Dolly crouched, gently slid a single mitt towards her, brushed her aboard with the other, and tenderly rose back to her full stature. The rush of air nearly knocked Beau flat once more, but she held her ground best she could, no matter how much said ground felt like ever-shifting cotton stuffing just beneath a layer of old cloth. Maybe the existence of proper flooring in top-side reality helped her stay balanced?
Only, no, Dolly didn’t have proper flooring, she lived in a bargain bin dollhouse! That stuff practically bounced under every step on the way in!
But, if Beau was still standing on flimsy balsa wood, how did she keep her footing s-
No, wrong, she wasn’t even standing, she was in Dolly’s arms. On Dolly’s palm. In Dolly’s house, which Dolly now vastly outsized. Only it wasn’t Dolly who was big; Beau was just very, very small. Except…
“-THIS!” Dolly triumphed, shaking Beau from her reverie.
“I think I’m gonna throw up,” she murmured to herself, irrespective her lack of stomach.
“Well if you WANT to while playing pretend, you can! Though I wouldn’t like it very much, so please don’t unless you REALLY need to!”
“Okay… okay, okay, alright, so…” Beau did her best to gather her thoughts. Dolly made this somewhat difficult as her enormous hand hovered nearby, gently prodding the miniature shepherdess to and fro (or at least tapping her regular-sized face for similar effect), though Beau found no will to ask Dolly stop. With every bump and subsequent stumble, it became marginally easier to tune out what was really happening, stop thinking of it in such terms. While she could still see and feel the awkward weight lifting job necessary to simulate her palm-bound station, the sink of her feet into the hidden fluff seemed softer, the slight must inherent to ragdolls of Dolly’s vintage permeated deeper, the boom of Dolly’s giggles and the warmth in the room and the sense of having dwindled next to nothing inching towards total believability as her only reality.
“Tiny. Tiny like I always wanted.”
“Yep!”
“On your hand. Like some kind of bug.”
“Uh-huh!”
“Except n-” No, actually. Beau bit back the words, acceptance and embrace seeming easier than interrogating denial. If she pushed too hard, the perceptive spell might break, and she might not find the will to go back. Instead, she shuffled on the spot until Dolly asked a question of her own.
“How do you like it?”
The answer came far easier than expected. “I- I think it’s wonderful. Can all the toyfolk do this?”
“Oh yeah, all the time! For sleeping and eating and washing and all sorts of stuff! But fun stuff like this, you do need two making believe together at least! It can’t do stuff like make you hhhhmmmmmmmmnnngngn, but you can see and feel and do all sorts of things! It’s really really neato!”
Beau opted against asking about the sudden mushmouthing, and instead asked, “And… do you like it? Me like this and you like that?”
Dolly tossed her head in a prideful swish, enough yarn to smother the town square flouncing in reply. “As Toyland’s first and best professional playmate, I like anything my guests wanna do!” Then she leaned in close, so close Beau almost scented something like candy-sweet breath, and added in whisper, “But also you’re SUPER cute like this! Hee!”
With those words, whatever reticence Beau felt melted entirely. She pulled herself to her feet, rushed forward, slammed herself into Dolly’s cheek, and spread her arms to squeeze them against the ragdoll’s cushy face wide and tight as she could manage. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you so much I love it I should have come here months ago!” Mid-nuzzle with a stitch broader than her torso, she caught herself, realizing what must have happened topside with her sudden movement, and coughed, “Oh, uh… sorry if I, you know… bulldozed you there.”
“Don’t worry! I put you down while we were talking! You’re just standing there, still ‘n’ sturdy! Didn’t move an inch! Not that you can unless I want you to~.”
Beau blinked. She achieved total immersion and hadn’t realized. A broad smile lit her face. “Oh, this is going to be so much-”
“FUN!!!”
Dolly’s exclamation sent Beau tumbling backward head over heels. And so - with the quick establishment of safe words and signals - they were off.
As show of gratitude, Beau let Dolly take first point with whatever sorts of games she’d normally prefer. To no surprise, her instincts trended towards childish games, though the sheer size disparity made these more engaging and enjoyable for Beau than had they tried beforehand. Marveling at the seemingly overlarge ragdoll’s deftness as they played patty-cake, bulk slab hands gently bumping against her own and clapping just softly enough to only produce a minor sonic boom. Now and then, Dolly timed her claps to close around Beau, enveloping her playmate in muffling dark and snickering as Beau squirmed within, doing her level best to keep the rhythm while ensnared.
Jumping rope wouldn’t work quite so well under normal circumstances - Beau had no chance of clearing Dolly’s skips, and the idea of Dolly registering Beau’s twirls was laughable. Instead, she placed her mite of a partner in her hair, and told Beau to hang on while she tried at besting her record. At first, Beau found the rapid swish of corded rope overhead and the wild tangle of Dolly’s hair a little frightening, but after the first fifty skips she came to appreciate the experience as a kind of thrill ride. With the right wriggling, she could tuck herself between a few yarn strands, ensure a secure position, and appreciate the doll’s talent for speed step and criss-cross.
All the same, she asked for a game more accommodating her size next, inspiring Dolly to a round of hide ‘n’ seek. This suited Beau quite nicely, though not because she proved a particularly adept hider. She found her options severely limited by where Dolly placed her and how far she could scurry within even a deliberately molasses countdown, which made her discovery inside a minute practically inevitable. Rather, it made a delightful opportunity for exploring the room from her miniaturized vantage point, breath taken away by the cavernous space under the couch, the monolithic quality of knick-knacks on the mantle, the all-swallowing dark of an otherwise light shadow in the connecting hallway, all of it so incredibly convincing through new eyes. If she woke up here with no further context, there wouldn’t pass a second she thought it anything other than a full-scale home.
(One round did go in her favor. She tip-toed her way under the slight heel rise in Dolly’s shoe, and spent several minutes shuffling along with its tread while snickering to herself, grateful Dolly found the act of pretending so natural she never once thought to nudge Beau’s actual body for a hint.)
I Spy proved mainly an excuse for Dolly to walk about the room humming and erring to herself in mock consternation over what to choose, her path always hewing within relative inches of catching Beau underfoot, then spinning about in “sudden” inspiration with, “I spy a cutie pie!” Obviously Beau could not replicate the same effect, especially not while blushing from the compliment (actually, properly blushing, she realized, real heat from her cheeks gone flush); she instead alternated between playing legit and spying “the biggest doll ever.” Either way, Dolly knew her home and herself too well to fail a guess.
They did find time for a brief round of play sheep tending at Dolly’s suggestion, a transitory game to ease Beau into control of their activities. True to her word, Dolly made sure Beau kept from her usual controlling, overly-mannered habits, prodding verbally and physically if she showed signs of slipping. Really, it only took a few of these before Beau conceded entirely and the game turned into one of plonking into cotton balls thrice her height for warmth while Dolly shuffled the others about, generating heat and bleating to herself.
Maybe I should just relax with the sheep from time to time, Beau pondered, her face sinking another half-step into the fluff. If their wool feels half so cozy as I’m imagining, it might do us all some good…
The task of calling time suddenly fell to Beau, alongside Dolly’s head when she slumped face-first into the cotton pile, having put herself to sleep counting cotton ball sheep. A gentle smile on her face despite the sudden jar, Beau pattered on over to shove at Dolly’s cheeks in hopes of rousing the giant. No good, alas. Rule of play made counting sheep dangerous business if one believed in its narcoleptic sway, and nobody on the island adhered to its tenets firmer. Girl was plain out like a light.
Beau contemplated her options. She COULD will her perspective back to normal and wake Dolly in her full-sized body. Or…
She had a much, much better idea. Scuttling at top speed, Beau made a beeline for Dolly’s thigh, half-exposed beneath the folds of her dress. Fortunately the doll’s awkward pose compressed her dimensions somewhat, else Beau would have quite the long run before her. As it were, a mere minute’s running brought her before her destination, a great unmoving wall. The sight could take her breath away, were she not already winded from the sprint over - voluminous dresses did not make good exercise gear. After affording herself a moment’s awe at the sheer expanse of something she thought remarkably slender and floppy just this morning (and to catch her breath), Beau cracked her fingers best she could without breakage, and set to dancing them across Dolly’s rags in a tickle.
At first, no result. Not shocking, for even imagining Dolly’s leg as smooth warm flesh rather than sewn cloths, Beau could only stimulate so much surface area. Movement was necessary, which meant sidling her way inwards, towards hopefully more sensitive patches. Gliding her arms up, down, and in circles on her approach, the hem of Dolly’s dress passing by overhead and necessitating a small adjust in step underfoot, Beau half-hoped Dolly would wake before she pressed too much further… then mentally slapped herself for such idiocy.
“Just snooze long as you like…” she grinned, sliding one step further in, and then another, and another, and another, closer and closer and closer to…
Exactly how deep she went, Beau could not say. When Dolly finally registered the caressing strokes, the lack of unfiltered light and those enormous pillars kicking all about conspired into complete disorientation as Beau was mercilessly thrown about, eventually tumbling out the dress between Dolly’s feet. In spite of the indignity of her situation, Beau found herself laughing alongside the giantess, pounding the floor some at the thought of what she just did until Dolly scooped her back up, and kept on for some time after at that.
“Guess.. hahaha… I guess there goes any formality about my taking point!” she chirped, spreading out on her back and gazing up at Dolly’s staring face.
“Hee, yeah! Being spontaneous can be just as fun as planning things out!”
“...Dolly, did you put yourself to sleep on purpose to see what I’d do on my own?”
“Won’t tell! But it felt good anyways!”
Beau stuck out her tongue, marveled at the fact she could, then stretched and heaved a long sigh. “Do you know, since we went there, I have wondered something about this whole imagination distorting reality thing since we started.”
“Oh?”
“We can make me smaller after a fashion by making believe, but… can we also make you bigger? If both of us pretend really, really hard, like you said?”
Hardly a moment after she posed the question, Beau got her answer, as Dolly simply expanded outward. Attention still fixed on the mini-toy in her hand, smile unwavering as ever, the ragdoll became, unceasingly, more and more. All in their imagination, of course, but Beau’s shrinking happened instantly and involved no changes beyond herself; this was Dolly’s legs crowding her furniture against the wall, Dolly’s back blocking the entryway and sliding along the ceiling as she hunched over, Dolly’s free hand covering and smothering the fireplace in a groping quest for free space. The fact of a process Beau could stand and witness in real time made the already impressive growth near-overwhelming.
As she kept on, the room groaned and the foundations creaked. Beau distantly recalled her observation about Dolly’s weight as insubstantial, realized her contribution to this particular bit of make-believe rendered the ragdoll just so heavy as her size implied, and felt her higher functions black out. From feeling like a mite to a veritable dust speck, she rode out the change, reveling a little every time Dolly shifted on the spot to gain more room or produced a worrying crack at her feet. Whatever this looked like in proper reality, Beau couldn’t give two spits. This was glorious, and that was enough.
If Dolly wasn’t quite human-sized within a minute, she certainly challenged the room’s maximum mass capacity as she tapered off, grunting some in mild discomfort from awkward positioning. Surprising for her composition, yet Beau supposed someone so bendy and soft must too have their limits. Or rather, she would suppose, were her eyes not lit with the delighted sparkling of an entire night’s sky.
“Oh my God, you can, you can actually get bigger, cripes, no, wait, this changes everything, I was expecting you to say no, oh my fffff… Dolly, Dolly how much bigger can you get? Let’s do it, let’s keep going, I want to see it, I wanna climb in your collar and watch you burst this stupid house and go stomping around the island, give everyone the shock of their lives, bigger shock than coming here ever was. Oh, oh, hey, if we get more toys to see you like this does that make it realer? Can we make it more real than your actual body, can we make this permanent? Get you like, fifty feet tall, or whatever that would be proportionate to us? First and best and BIGGEST playmate, can you imagine it? Oh my God oh my God oH MY GOD!!!”
Hyperventilating, Beau let her thoughts run wild in a way she hadn’t entertained since college. She woke up this morning expecting humiliation and disappointment, and now THIS door opened wide just for her? Heaven from straight out hell!
Tragedy, alas, came crashing about her head when Dolly spoke, alongside serious earache from the raw volume of her voice.
“I can, actually! Although, even if it is all pretend, there’s still enough really happening to be uh… a little bit worried? I’m trying super hard to not crush my couch right now. And if I keep growing, I might just sorta appear outside without any damage, or I might break my roof. So… can, but prooooobably shouldn’t?”
Beau sat there, contemplating. She came dangerously close to suggesting all caution go stuff itself in the wind, consumed by overwhelming desire to glut on her deepest fantasies and see this place smashed to splinters as revenge for their inhuman state. Thankfully, a new life of self-discipline paid dividends beyond dragging herself out from bed in the morning, and cooler-headed reasoning prevailed. To face the entity responsible for repairing any beyond-the-pale damage and explain WHY Dolly’s house had a great big Dolly-sized hole in would prove too too much.
“Mmnnnnngh, alright, fine! No ragdoll rampage unless we start another one of these playdates outside. Just… can I have a uh… a kiss before you shrink back d-”
“SURE!”
Escape velocity g-force didn’t compare with the pressure pinning Beau to the spot as Dolly pressed hand to face. Any chance to account why she asked for a kiss when she knew perfectly well Dolly’s mouth was a pasted-on detail with no depth or lips vanished the instant she smashed directly against the red semi-circle. Mwah!’s of thunderous amplitude boomed from every direction, Dolly indulging the request many times over, giving Beau the space necessary to conjure something other than fabric around her person. Same basic principles as all other forms of play, of course, just a matter of picuting what you want to see and feel…
With some effort, the rags morphed. Warmth crept into their fibers, their flat surface splitting and expanding into new volume, a texture like the finest gloss spread over naturally smooth flesh. Beau imagined the twitch of tiny facial muscles pursing and puckering, stretching across micrometers that may so well be miles at her scale, to catch her in the cleft and pull her vacuum tight with the slightest suction. A pop louder than any sound in history as she’s released, only for the phantom process to repeat again, and again, and again.
She leaned into it, thrilling at the tangible contrast between present and imaginary, the hints of plain stitching on those lips and the taste of proper breath intermingling with cotton. Some small (VERY small, all told) part of her wondered again how far she could push this, whether imagining Dolly sucking an infinitesimal bit harder to trap the shepherdess in her mouth would actually transport Beau inside the doll’s head, to mingle with nonexistent teeth and tongue and saliva, the threat of swallowing looming ever closer. And then to properly go through with it - impossible when this wasn’t her real body, but if it WERE, lost in Dolly’s stuffing, forgotten and insignificant as any other piece of debris.
Eaten by a ragdoll. Wouldn’t that plain beat all?
Fortunately, Dolly had her fill of mock-smooching a practically empty palm before Beau could make serious headway on imagining an unaware vore scenario. Or seemingly unaware, as it were. With their minds modestly intermingled for the game’s sake, Dolly sensed Beau’s intentions, and figured it best they move on before she took any rash actions requiring surgical intervention.
“While you recover down there,” she said, voice returning to mere deafening rumbles as she imagined herself back to a sensible size, “we can do something a little like me being big big big BIG girl! Only gotta go the other way round!”
For her part, Beau was less recovering than indulging a passing sulk. Can’t watch Dolly wreck the town, can’t feed herself to Dolly, and now the colossal palm upon which she laid shrank back to mere enormity. S’not fair, this was supposed to be the part where she got to do whatever she liked. If they had to obey rationality and precaution, where was the f- f- ffffffff-
Beau’s mind once again stumbled on drawn-out consonants as she noticed the spatial distortion of her immediate environment reversing polarity. Dolly resumed her usual size, yet her hand, which had seemingly collapsed in on itself, now stretched away from Beau’s central location, at rapid speed and seemingly more gigantic than before. She was shrinking again, in moments as tall to her first shrunken height as it stood against Dolly, and then the same for her second tier, down down down…
“WE CAN GO A LOT MORE EXTREME LIKE THIS, I THINK!”
Porcelain chipped from Beau’s face, the statement slammed her so hard. Yeah. Yeah, that’d do as compensation.
To her mind, she lost days wandering the now-continent of Dolly. Because none of this was strictly happening, her waves and foot-taps for attention were always met with an obliging pinch ride, her requests for another location heard and fulfilled without trouble; but even so, on deposit at her new destination, Beau let time slough clean away. Those candycane stripes represented plains a dozen miles wide and countless miles along, ideal for thoughtless wandering as Dolly lay upon her back. The simple curve of black leather on her shoes became ascent up a slope worthy any seasoned mountaineer, magnificently challenging for a size-obsessive like Beau. She walked the shadow of a single stitch, her hand run along its rim to enjoy the microscopic imperfections bumping through her fingers; she had Dolly bend the flowery ruff round her neck to transform it into the ultimate downhill zip-ride a few too many times over; she closed her eyes, let Dolly select a random patch of rags within the dress, challenged herself to figure where she stood, and blushed quite ferociously when the answer coalesced.
(She figured it only proper to not ask after the meaning behind the massive “S” on a field of red. Breast tats are a private matter, after all.)
The head alone offered endless possibilities. Eyes like a frozen sea on a moonless night, so dark they swallowed all ambient light, so slick Beau practically glid over their surface, the thread holes chasms into an underworld. The forest of yarn-hair at her old size now an endless Amazonian expanse, the weave’s logic lost to miniscule chaos of discarded fuzz and imperceptible shifts, like the environment malforming itself into a maze just to challenge Beau. Bows of a silky softness approaching angelic, tempting sleep everlasting in their flamingo tuck and fold. Cheek patches, radiating mid-summer desert heat, near-intolerable at this size past a single minute, yet how delightful and special a thing to roast in the glow of another’s affection. As to the mouth… well, Dolly wouldn’t let Beau near the mouth again.
A thousand locales upon a doll scarcely over a foot high, so many seemingly identical, yet all stirring in their own unique ways. Between major hot spots, Beau simply stood, immersed, let herself be. By the loose reckoning of time in her head, she must have spent so long upon Dolly that her host got up to attend other matters, looked after her own feeding, sleep, other clients, whole daily cycles interrupted every so often by her adorable germ asking for a new location. Sense dictated Beau should detect Dolly moving about while curled in the crook of her knee, feel gravity shift as the doll changed positions. To think elsewise would render Dolly more than a mere continent - an entire world unto herself, population Beau and no other. Clung to a thin cloth skin, needing and knowing nothing save her new home. Such thoughts flitted through her hollow head, then vanished into wordless euphoria.
As with all things, it soon came to an end. Happily, this ending announced itself via a pleasing rumble.
“HEY, CUTIE! HATE TO SAY WHEN YOU’RE SO COZY, BUT WE ARE ALMOST AT YOUR THREE HOUR LIMIT. YOUR NOTE SAID YOU NEED TO CHECK ON YOUR SHEEP AFTER THAT, SO WE’VE GOTTA GROW YOU BACK. SORRY!”
Though too at peace for the words to seriously disturb her, Beau felt minor confusion at the reminder. “Drat, you’re right, I did set a limit. Except, wow, has it really only been three hours?”
“CLOCK SAYS TEN MINUTES TO GO. I JUST THOUGHT YOU’D NEED SOME TIME TO ADJUST BACK INTO BIG BEAU.”
“Feels as though I spent a lifetime down here…”
“Aw, that’s just how playing pretend gets!” Already Dolly’s voice softened to near-intolerable levels, in tandem with Beau regaining her starting shrunken size. “So, if you close your eyes and picture it real hard, we’ll bring you back up to full size, and then-”
“W-wait!” Beau cried, flailing her arms in a desperate bid for reprieve. “Ten minutes can be practically forever in playtime, right? We have enough left for one last thing!”
Dolly tapped her chin in consideration. “Oh yeah! When you thought we were playing Dommy Mommy, you asked me to step on you! I can do that, hang on!”
“ACTUALLY!” She coughed, shuffling on the spot, eyes cast downward, goading herself into asking plain ‘n’ direct. “It is… it’s a little more than that. Would you mind… if it’s not too much… I mean…” Beau gestured uselessly towards the couch, then groaned. “Dolly, can you sit on me?”
The smile that followed could turn deepest midnight to a midday blaze. “I thought you’d never ask~!”
Imagination served Beau’s reactions well. Breath caught in her chest as Dolly carried her to the couch. Skin ran with prickling goosebumps as Dolly set her down perfect center. Nerves screamed in anticipation as Dolly turned about. Sweat pricked her forehead at the sight of Dolly gathering her dress to draw it tight about her backside. An entire nonexistent system of biological impulses and reactions took in the sight of a perfectly flat, rectangular spread of cotton-stuffed fabric leaning back over her position, compared it against the expected list of sexually exciting imagery, ruminated for the briefest of instants, and ran back a report: “Yeah, no, this is still stupid fucking hot to us too.”
Beau squeaked.
WUMPH.
All shape and sense fell away. No chance she’d ever think Dolly slight after this. The only sensation Beau processed was unrelenting weight - Dolly’s complete nothing of a frame crushing her into a flat surface whose wool texture vanished beneath the fact of a single pound turned poundage uncountable by a simple difference in scale. Some part of her wanted to believe Dolly shifted herself back and forth some, rubbing in her position of dominance, but in the moment, the difference between supposition and reality was practically nil. Dolly might do anything up there, and all Beau would know is compression, and paralysis, and weight.
A particularly eager voice in the back of her head had demanded she repeat something like her trick during the earlier kiss, summon up the sensation of a proper person’s rear to enhance the sensation. Run it through a dozen dozen body types to smother herself beneath every manner of human Dolly she could imagine. Completely impossible, now, stupid to have assumed any choice. She was undoubtedly underneath a doll, at the mercy of as sexless a humanoid thing as you please, impressions of curved flesh totally denied by hand-sewn, unendowed textiles. And God help her if the alienation from anything like the human form didn’t make this ten times better, just by mere association with Dolly.
She tried to squirm. She tried to struggle. No use. If Dolly fell inanimate right now, they’d blow clean past her stopping time, perhaps leave her trapped by this wonderfully unbearable pressure all day, all night, however long until someone thought to check on the ragdoll. And if they did check, rouse her or pull her from the couch, would they care to notice the speck she ground into its seating? Could they notice? Beau wanted to shudder at the thought, but could not. She did not kick, nor flail, nor much of anything else. She took the weight, for there was nothing else to do.
(Except, briefly, ponder whether that Barbie doll and her bendy girlfriend might like to try this. Hard plastic held an appeal all its own…)
And then it was over. Light and sound flooded from above as Dolly hoped from her spot, leaving Beau to reel back into normal consciousness. “Alright, we’re inching pretty close here, so we really gotta finish off! Your sheepies are gonna get lonely if you don’t head out soon!”
Denied the ability so thoroughly for so long, Beau fidgeted on the spot. “I mean… you did say I work myself and them alike too hard. Who’s to say staying longer won’t help?”
“Naaaaaah. Besides, I got me-things to do still! Can’t give Little Beau my attention all day!”
“Little Beau can just sit in your collar while you work! Or get put on your shelf and abandoned until…”
“Hey.” Dolly knelt down by the couch, positioning her face on even level with the shrunken shepherdess. “I get it. You wanna play all the time, never stop being Little Beau. And I do too! It’s lots and lots and lots of fun being the first and best professional playmate in Toyland! But you gotta stop sometime, right? Do what you gotta do outside playtime.”
Beau stood, turned her back, crossed her arms, huffed. “But we agreed being Big Beau is bad for me. I haven’t felt this happy and relaxed since I came to Toyland! Why should I go back to acting stuck-up and high-strung all the time?” To her surprise, the last part came out with a slight whine round the edge.
Her ears heard the rough scrape of fabric on fabric as Dolly rubbed her chin in contemplation. “Maybe you’re only like that as Big Beau because you never take the time to be Little Beau. Maybe you spent so much time doing what you think you need to do, you don’t turn off and be what you want. So Big Beau is bossy and stiff, and Little Beau overdoes it and doesn’t wanna stop. Maybe you just gotta find the right balance!”
Beau sniffled, reluctant to turn about.
Arms scooped around her, both miniaturized self and true self, the latter invisible to her eye yet right next to her on the couch. The vertigo of existing across two perspectives clouded her head again as Dolly hefted her high for one last hug. “You can always come by again whenever you got time in your schedule, yeah?” She gave a gentle squeeze, warming Beau to her core. “Little Beau ain’t going away; she’s sleeping so Big Beau can have her turn. They’re not different people! Just, y’know… sides!”
Beau did her best to hug back, simultaneously too small and too big to do so properly. Although she suspected Dolly did not quite take her own advice… “You are right, Dolly. I will keep an eye open for when I have time. And cherish what we have done already. Thank you, so very, very much.”
“No problem!”
The spell broke.
Dolly’s legs wobbled. Without the power of play rendering Beau’s body lighter than a feather, her cotton-stuffed limbs were not equipped to hold a doll half her height over and thrice her weight so high aloft. The pair teetered for a moment, then went crashing to the floor.
“...is there any chance you are into being sat on yourself?” Beau joked.
“Not really! Can you pretty please get up?”
“Fair.” Uncrumpling her dress and unsnagging strands of hair from the floor, she rose back up, steadying against the suddenly unfamiliar yet already normalizing vantage point of her normal toy self. “Do I owe you anything for the service? I know most toyfolk avoid financial exchange unless they have a fondness for Monopoly money, but I figure it best to ask in case…”
“Lemme hang out with your flock sometime and we’re evens Stevens!”
***
Later in the evening, Beau lay awake in bed, echoes of the day’s experiences ringing in her head.
For the remainder of the afternoon, she'd done as she’d planned: stand over her flock, moving them from one end of the pasture to another and back again. Absent the ordinary pressures and obligations of tending livestock, she spent years engaged in this on the daily out of obligation, obligation and belief fastidious attendance might purify her wrongdoings. With Dolly’s session at her back, however, today she took a different set of words to heart and tried to have fun with the job. It was not easy, divorced from such immense gratification (and immense presence…), and she was not sure she did it right, but her sheep seemed appreciative when she let them run free from her command for a time. Bleated approval and followed when she broke into a spontaneous run. Stood willingly as she hugged them at day’s end, imagining each a cotton ball.
Her friends took immediate notice at dinner. Genuine notice, no snark or innuendo, which characterized their original suggestions. “Good one, Beau!” “Can’t believe what a difference I’m seeing, you MUST tell me what she did in there.” “I have never seen you this laid back, it’s a miracle.” When they partook in a night-closing chaser, Beau actually deigned to stay and take a drink herself - for the first time, she felt the slightest buzz from sipping the empty cup, prompting cheers and claps on the back.
Tipsiness wasn’t the only novel sensation in the hours since. Her own home seemed friendlier. The lights provided proper illumination where once they offered dim, faltering glow; the personal effects on her dresser seemed almost serviceable makeup options rather than cheap plastic imitations; the floor no longer groaned under her step, the doorframes accommodated her figure a little more willingly.
Her pillow felt of soft down, her blankets a comfortable fleece. The rickety, long-hated foam strip masquerading as a mattress: just like the one she remembered back home.
How had she gone this long without a spark of vibrancy in her life? Convinced Toyland was this dead, unchanging place, cut off from the joys small and large which made a life worth living? In honesty, likely the same way she went her human life convinced of the same. Self-isolation, presumption of living as an inherent misery, refusal to look up and see what’s actually there without turning about and running. She wanted to feel shame at the thought it took effectively a private kink roleplay session to realize one only need want the full scope of offerings to find them all around… but in the name of balance, swatted the thought aside. Take the good where you can, she thought, that is the real important thing.
And besides. If she learnt of this aspect to the rule of play any other way, she’d never think to do this.
Eyes laid gently closed, Beau rearranged her perspective. While the sensation could not match the strength possible with Dolly’s cooperation, she did not need full intensity in her sleep. Even the faintest impression of her body dwindling until the bed felt sensibly proportioned would help. Somewhere between the extremes, just enough to fit, and settle in, and snooze. If Big Beau and Little Beau needs must cooperate to improve both their lots, they can start by making sure Beau Beau gets some good rest.
Beau rolled on her side, and, for the first time since her arrival, felt at peace in Toyland.
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Can you write a Hank, Connor, Markus, and Luther (separately) x reader fic where the reader likes to dress feminine and likes to paint his nails and stuff like that and the reader wants to paint Hanks, Connors, Markus’s etc nails or like do their makeup? Please and thank you 💗
Feminine Reader w/ DBH guys HCs
Fem aligned people (+ She/Her users) DNI
[FTM Friendly] Male Reader x DBH Guys
Fluff/Hcs
Detroit Become Human
Hank:
When he first met you, he felt happy that you felt so confident in how you express yourself.
It's what pulled himself to you in the first place
He loves also having pictures of you too because of it
He finds it contrast dynamics really attractive. He's a gruff "Hawaiian shirt" kinda guy who's dating a sweet "Cardigan with Fancy Pants" guy
Makes his heart melt
Especially if there's a height difference (Either way if you're taller or shorter, he loves height difference)
I feel like it'd take him a lot of convincing for him to wear makeup, especially if you try to get him to wear it outside of the house
but nail painting is on the table.
Colors like pink, or blue, or black if it goes well with his shirt
He's also very supportive of multicolor
Like having a dark blue on his index fingers while all the other nails are black
Now if you wanna do makeup, it'll take a while. But once you've finally convinced him (and maybe even promised that it'll only be an at home thing) he'll finally give in
He's a little flinchy, and pretends to hate it, and though for him the makeup feels "Heavy"
he still enjoys the end result, especially if you like it too
Connor:
It didn't phase him at all when he first met you
in fact, he never really paid attention to the fact until he introduced you to Hank
After you had left and it was just him and Hank, Hank started to explain to him the comparison's of how guys tend to wear more masculine things rather than feminine
Connor starts learning about fashion after that from magazines
I mean, if Connor were offered a dress or a tux, he wouldn't care for either, really. "It depends on the occasion" he says.
But now when he's with you, he's singing more praises towards you
He's more away of how others and you dress
"You're wearing pretty make up today" "Your shirt and nail match! :)" "So you're telling me you purposely match your shoes with your tops?"
If you ever try to paint his nails or do his makeup, he'll absolutely, with no hesitation, accept.
he could watch you paint his nails all day
He could chat your ears off while you do his makeup too
He loves the idea of makeup and painting his nails
Markus:
You're one of Carl's friends, one of the few that still care for him as a person, so Carl doesn't have one problem with you and introduces you to Markus
Markus's first thoughts of you was "Wow, he's really sweet and looks cute..."
You eventually start dating, and that means adding new clothes to impress your android boyfriend
You stop by the house every week to visit and take care of Carl
and to visit your boyfriend
Carl teaches you to paint, and you show him your makeup skills
One day, Markus will be doing dishes while you and Carl talk and Carl says something like
"You should do Markus's makeup"
He probably only said that cus Markus may have said some things about wanting you to paint his nails and stuff, but he thought Carl was already asleep by them
You happily bring it up later in private after Carl's asleep
And Markus is secretly very excited about it too
Do his makeup, paint his nails, he loves it all <3
Luther
Luther loves praising others, and loves to call you handsome and pretty all the time
He offers his face and hands to you the very moment you meet
"Oh you have very cool hands, do you mind painting my nails someday?"
"I like your makeup, maybe you could teach me?"
He's a very Quality Time romantic
So when you spend time focusing on making him almost as handsome as you, he can't help that he likes you this much.
He loves your clothing choice as well, and he seems like the type to also know some fashion tips, so he'll give you advice once in a while
As long as you want it
and if you're willing to give him advice too
#DBH Hank#DBH Connor#DBH Luther#DBH Markus#x male reader#male reader#m reader#x m reader#gay#trans male reader#x trans male reader#x ftm reader#ftm reader#HCs#DBH#Detroit Become Human#&.twoheartswrites
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Quick question out of all the royals including our dragon sibs who would be the best yandere and the worst yandere to be stuck with? Also bonus if you are interested which yandere user and canon embelm pairing (ie. Roy and Diamant) would be the worst or best to be stuck with?
-Thank you for reading my ask, I am very excited to finally find a writer that writes yandere fire emble characters. (Sorry if this is two ask in one, if you’re busy only the first question)
Heya, sorry for the wait! ( I say as if I don´t have other asks that surely must be collecting dust by now in my inbox)
I´ve decided to only do the first part of your asks because I went on a pretty deep dive about yandere emblems not too long ago. Hope you don´t mind ^^
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0,6k words
tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness, mentions of violence, mentions of breaking limbs
Who are the best and worst yandere royals to be stuck with?
I think a lot of this might vary, depending on how well you would be able to handle these personalities, but my gut instinct is that Alfred or Timerra would probably be the best yanderes to be stuck with.
Alfred is a big sweetheart and I feel like as a yandere, he would mostly be clingy and very very affectionate with you. I don´t think he would ever hurt his darling, both physically or psychologically, the mere thought of it saddens him so much! He´s very much protective of you but I feel like his friendly personality would prevent him from truly cutting people out of your life. He can´t bear to see you sad!
Also, we know that Alfred is pretty gullible and just not the brightest man in general, so if you would choose to do so, you could probably manipulate him pretty well. He´s like a little puppy, getting so excited whenever you ask anything of him, just because he longs to please you. You will never want for anything.
As for Timerra, from what I´ve seen, she also seems to be pretty laid-back and cheerful. Sure, she does have her more serious moments but she´s no schemer like her brother is. I mainly see her as fiercely protective of her darling but she too would never inflict any violence on you. She also isn´t very scary as a yandere, she just wants to have a good time with her lovely darling. She loves dancing and singing with you and she loves seeing you laugh as well!
She doesn´t strike me as the type to try and lock you up somewhere, rather, she would much prefer having you tag along when she leaves the castle, it lets her keep her eyes on you and make sure that you´re safe.
Now as for the worst yandere to be stuck with... I didn´t really need to think about this for long because if we´re adding in the dragon siblings as well...
Rafal is the clear choice for me out of all of them. Even if we´re talking about his canon non-yandere self, he´s pretty prickly and aggressive, he makes no efforts to try and get along with other people. He´s also had a pretty traumatizing childhood and had to suffer for so long. He really does carry so much pain inside of him so for him to get attached to someone and grow possessive over them.... Yeah, darling is not going to have a very good time.
Rafal definitely strikes me as the scarily possessive type. He´s so quick to anger and frustration if he sees you spending time with someone he deems a little too close to you. Different from the other two I have talked about, Rafal definitely wouldn´t hesitate to get violent if it means having you stay with him. I don´t think he´s above hurting you either if he feels like he really needs to. Breaking an arm or a leg is fair game, as is bruising and marking your neck with his not-at-all-gentle bites when his draconic nature comes through. Because let´s not forget about that.
Rafal is a fell dragon and dragons are known to be very possessive over their precious treasure. Whether he wants to admit it or not (because I can very much see him trying to deny his feelings at first), he cares a great deal about you and he´ll be damned if he´ll let the last good thing aside from Nel leave him. No, Rafal is willing to do anything to have you all for himself.
And you know what the worst thing about this is? He can´t even be bothered to be particularly nice to you. He´s obsessed with you and yet he still acts like your mere presence annoys him. The audacity.
#fire emblem engage#fire emblem x reader#yandere fire emblem#alfred fe#timerra#timerra fe#rafal fire emblem#yandere fire emblem engage#fire emblem engage x reader#alfred x reader#timerra x reader#rafal x reader#yandere alfred x reader#yandere timerra x reader#yandere rafal x reader#yandere x reader#gn reader#yandere#cw yandere#cw possessiveness#cw obsession#cw violence
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Ok this is a bit of a wordy post but bear with me. I've been reading up on the tech literacy discourse and I thought I'd add my two cents, and how it connects to piracy. LONG post under the cut!
I was born in the year 2000, which puts me on the border of being a digital native. I was brought up on tech, but only in my later childhood and teens. I've always considered myself "tech literate," but no more than the usual kid my age.
The first time I ever truly experienced tech illiteracy with my peers was when I was 23, when in one of my college classes a MacOS update rendered the software we used for said class unusable. After a few days a temporary patch was released, which by that point an assignment that utilized the software was due the next day. I followed the patch instructions, which involved navigating to the software files and substituting a designated file with the provided patch. A bit more complicated than a simple update, but the instructions were clear and intuitive enough to easily understand where the file went. The next day, during a class study session, I overheard multiple people come up to the professor complaining that the software wasn't working. After the second person complained with the professor being clueless, I asked the student what MacOS version they were on. Sure enough they were on the latest version, which as we already know is incompatible with the software. I then walked the student through the patching process step-by-step, with them needing to essentially be hand held through the entire process (almost to the point of me doing everything for them). After the patch was implemented, the student thanked me and said "Wow! How did you figure all of this out?" and to me that question was stupid- I just googled "[software] [version] MacOS [version] fix", went to the first result (which was the company website), downloaded the patch zip file, and followed the instructions on the README.txt file. It was so easy, and I couldn't comprehend that this was somehow complicated for other people, especially those my age. I mean we literally grew up using computers. It wasn't until I started learning about tech literacy and learned helplessness that I finally started connecting the dots.
Tech in general is becoming extremely user friendly, almost to a fault. UI and UX simplicity is taking away any critical thinking needed to use any sort of tech. My peers are so used to one-click and/or automatic updates, so the fact that this required slightly more effort than a simple update triggered their learned helplessness. The professor was no help in this case either, since he just extended the due date for those affected with no penalty. I actually ended up making a very detailed (and I mean idiot proof detailed) step by step picture guide with screenshots on how to install the patch for the software for the class. Anyways, back to the main point- How can I blame my peers for not knowing how to install a "complicated" update when they're so used to being spoon-fed simplicity?
But hang on- how was I the exception? I'm just as used to tech simplicity as anyone else, it's not like I'm using anything differently or making things harder for myself on purpose (I'm looking at you, linux users). So why was I the only one who knew how to install this update? It wasn't until I had a discussion many months later with my mom about this tech illiteracy epidemic that I finally thought it through. I acquired problem solving skills through piracy. To start off: not piracy but adjacent- learning to install mods in Minecraft when I was 11 taught me file navigation and what a README.txt file was, as well as the importance of version specificity/compatibility. Figuring out how to play Pokemon roms on the family computer and my iPod touch when I was 12? That's piracy, and it also taught me how to work with different platforms and the art of jailbreaking. Installing custom firmware on my 3ds so I could pirate games when I was 16 taught me how to follow written tech instructions without any visual guidance. Pirating Adobe software on my MacBook in high school taught me about patching files on MacOS. All of this knowledge and inherent googling that came with it made installing the patch for my class software look like a tiny drop in the bucket in terms of complexity.
So why am I saying all of this? Am I suggesting people learn to pirate to become tech literate?
yes.
With everything becoming pay-walled, subscription services running rampant, the proliferation of closed-source "ecosystems" *cough* Apple *cough*, and (arguably) most importantly media preservation, piracy is a skill that will serve you well in the long term. It will teach you critical thinking in the tech sphere, and if enough people learn then we can solve this ever growing epidemic of tech illiteracy. I'm not really sure how to end this post, so if anyone has anything else they'd like to add please feel free to.
Thank you for coming to my ted talk.
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Warmth
This fic is my baby. I love her. I’m very proud of myself for this one. Also, my fics have been fucking up on dark-mode mobile so please let me know and I’ll try to fix it. It’s annoying as hell and I’m not 100% sure of the reason. This will be reblogged multiple times by me because Avdol deserves all the love in the world. Thank you.
Warning(s): fluff, alcohol mention, reader is called miss, I believe that’s all, just cuteness and pining
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You’d never been to a city like New York City before. The massive buildings at every turn, towering over the bustling streets like parents watching their kids at a playground. People hurried every which way, gloved hands carrying more bags than you thought possible, and yet whisking themselves towards more shopping centers. Every aspect of the neon city glowed at night—red, yellow and green stop lights shimmered against the wet pavement. Strings of lights coiled around every pole, tree, and window, illuminating the snow as it fell and dissipated onto the concrete, soon to be stepped on by ever-moving pedestrians. Cars honked, intermingling with sleigh bells echoing as workers ushered shoppers into their stores, wearing Santa hats and jingling with every movement. There wasn’t a spot in the city where life didn’t reside—stray cats and pigeons scouring for food in the cold cityscape. Paws and claws clicked on the snowy ground. Even a few stray dogs nestled themselves into boxes and under dumpsters, seeking shelter for the night. It was, in fact, one of these dogs that brought you and your companion to New York City.
Even after a day of searching, you hadn’t spotted the small black and white animal anywhere. You supposed it was a big city, and he was a smart dog. In fact, to call him a mere ‘dog’ might be an insult to his character. He possessed something you didn’t think animals could have—a power you and your compatriot shared. A stand.
Upon hearing of this powerful canine, the Speedwagon foundation ushered you both off, handing you a small file with the little information they had on the mutt. There wasn’t much inside—just his breed, a possible stand, and a name. Iggy. In bold red lettering, they also had the audacity to put ‘DANGEROUS. WILL ATTACK IF PROVOKED. NOT FRIENDLY.’ You rolled your eyes, gloved hands shutting the file and sliding it back in your bag. You understood how important this stand-user was, and how valuable it would be if he became an ally, but also had your doubts, reasonably. This wasn’t a person—he couldn’t be bargained with. And given the fact that you were here—the foundation wasn’t planning on rolling out the red carpet for his arrival.
Your stand specialized in capturing and restraining—a small squid-like entity with long, ever-winding tentacles perched on your shoulder, nestling itself into your scarf. It wasn’t the most powerful, but you had yet to find a user that you couldn’t capture. The suctions and muscled arm-like appendages held on harder than a cowboy in a rodeo. Your stand, combined with Magician’s Red, were sure to get the job done one way or another.
The stand’s user crossed your mind, and you looked beside you to where he strode steadily along, his ever-present red overcoat flowing behind him just high enough to avoid getting wet. He walked with a refined determination, like a pool player who had hustled long enough to see and know everything. In a way, he knew what you would do before you did it. That’s probably why he was so good at fortune-telling.
You studied his face—two pale lines, mimicking your stand’s tentacles, curved down his face, crossing his strong cheekbones and ending at his muscled jaw. Your eyes wandered back up, staring into his eyes. Beautiful brown eyes, set on the world in front of him, pulled you in like the depths of space pulling in a lost astronaut. His hair, usually up in knots, rested down, curls and coils trailing around his shoulders and along the sides of his face. His gold-medallion necklace jingled with every step he took, matching the bracelets adorning his arms. He wore no gloves and no hat, and you sighed in jealousy. Having a fire-producing stand must’ve been nice in such cold weather. Even bundled up, you shivered at the nipping wind scratching at your sensitive face. You fell in step with him, scooching just a tad closer. You could feel the warm aura radiating around him—though couldn’t pinpoint if that was his stand, or simply your imagination. Either way, it was nice. Of course, you didn’t voice these thoughts, too afraid to speak to the man besides basic greetings and the facts of the case. It’s not that you didn’t like him—in fact, it was the opposite. You’d known about Avdol for a while, even before meeting him, and knew he had a handsome face and appealing personality, but to see him, and meet him? It’s like you were drowning in quicksand, struggling to find a grip on yourself. You were too scared to speak, afraid he’d dismiss you. You weren’t even sure what that meant. Dismiss? It’s not like he’d leave you to struggle on the streets of the city forever. Even if he didn’t like you, he still had a mission to complete.
Your heart clenched at those words. Didn’t like you. You hadn’t said more than a few words to the man—why would he dislike you? He had no reason to. Besides, you and he were paired by the foundation for more than just your stands. You had compatibility. At least, that’s what you told yourself as you walked next to him, teeth beginning to chatter.
Luckily, you were almost back to the hotel. You were hungry, tired, and cold. A day spent in New York City? Fun. A day spent in New York City checking every dumpster, alleyway, and backstreet in search of a dangerous and powerful dog who could attack at any moment? Not fun. In fact, you would’ve abandoned this mission by now if you hadn’t been placed with someone you would rather die than disappoint. Hah. That might be a bit dramatic. Maybe.
You brushed those rather dark thoughts aside, your only focus being the hotel doors that shined in front of you. You fell behind Avdol, whispering a thank you as he held the door open. He smiled, nodding. A blush burned your cheeks, and you whisked by him quickly. If you stared at his expression for too long you might think about kissing it.
Deciding to take the elevator after a particularly arduous day, you pressed the white ‘up’ button, watching it light up gold. You glanced at Avdol, seeing that same gold color reflected in the chandelier of the hotel lobby sparkling in his eyes. You smiled softly, hiding it in the folds of your scarf.
The silver doors opened, and you stepped into the spacious elevator, seeing yourself in the many mirrors lining the wood-accented walls. You always found it strange how they put mirrors in elevators, but didn’t mind in this instance.
You opened your mouth in an attempt to break the silence, but decided against it. What would you say that didn’t sound desperate? Nice weather we’re having? You scoffed, shaking your head as you stared at the climbing floor numbers.
“Is something wrong?” he spoke, deep voice startling you. You face him, seeing a look of concern cross his face.
“Oh, no, I’m okay,” you replied quickly, voice cracking from disuse. You stifled another self-deprecating scoff at your own stupid reply. Should you keep talking? “I just—”
The doors parted open, revealing the fancy gold carpet and speckled walls of your floor. Deciding against finishing your statement, you walked out, throwing your gloves in your bag and digging out the room key. You hoped you’d scrounge it out in time to walk in without facing Avdol again, but didn’t succeed. You supposed it didn’t matter too much—you had a shared room, regardless. Not that it wasn’t a large room, with two queen beds and an entire jacuzzi in the bathroom. The full-sized fridge was fully stocked with all the alcohol you could ever dream of, too. The foundation really spared no expense. Well, except getting separate rooms, that is.
“Let me,” he said, pulling the key from his pocket and sliding it into the lock. It lit up green, and he opened it, gesturing to allow you in first.
“Thank you,” you replied curtly, stepping inside as you set your bag down and took off your coat. The cold air consumed you instantly. You winced, sliding it back on. Did someone turn the heat off before you left? You let out a breath, seeing it materialize in the air. You looked to the wall, reading the thermostat. 30 degrees fahrenheit? That was below freezing! No wonder you continued to shiver. The temperature was no different than outside! You shot a glance at Avdol, who too noticed the freezing atmosphere.
As he was closer, he shut the door behind him, turning to press a finger on the heat button. Nothing happened. “Seems it’s out-of-order,” he said. “I noticed the lobby was rather cold, as well. It might be impacting the entire building.”
You huffed. Great. Not how you wanted your night to end. You walked inside further, slipping your boots off and sitting in the bed, legs swinging off. You picked up the white hotel phone, dialing the lobby. It rang. Someone picked up. “Hi, we are in room—uh-uh. Yeah, it’s freezing—okay. When are they—alright. No, I don’t think we’ll need any extra blankets—okay. Alright. Buh-bye.”
You set the phone back on the receiver, hands rubbing your arms in a useless attempt to warm up. “The heat’s out in the entire building,” you said, letting out another sigh. You were doing that a lot today, unfortunately. “They called in a repair, but they won’t get here till tomorrow.”
He hummed. “That won’t be good for business,” he quipped as he searched through the small kitchen area. Finding what he needed, he pulled two cups from the cabinets, pouring a brown powder into both. “Care for hot cocoa?”
“Oh, sure. I haven’t had that in a while,” you mused, staring at his broad shoulders as he worked. “Not since I was a kid, I think. My mom used to make it for me after I played in the snow for hours. Used to come in nearly frostbitten. I don’t know how she did it, but even with the cheapest hot chocolate mix out there, she somehow made it taste delicious—” you paused your story, realizing you’d gone off on a bit of a ramble. “Sorry. I got a little lost talking there.”
“It’s okay,” he replied, voice gentle and deep, like an endless ocean on a peaceful day. You resisted the urge to drown in it. “Your story was nice. You never talk much, so I enjoyed listening.”
“Well, thank you. We only met like a week ago, so I’ve tried not to scare you away with my stupid rambling,” you admitted, wrapping your scarf around yourself tighter. Maybe if you wrapped it tight enough you could escape this situation you put yourself in.
“It takes more than that to leave me frightened,” Avdol replied, stirring the drinks. You heard the metal spoon tap gently against the mugs. You smiled. You missed that sound. All those childhood snow-days.
One thing your mother didn’t add to your hot chocolate, however, was the assortment of alcohol Avdol turned his attention to, hands gently caressing and turning each bottle to find a specific type. Finally, he grasped a dark-stained glass bottle, liquid sloshing inside. You saw his stand materialize beside him, pulling the lid off. You laughed silently. No time for bottle openers, you supposed.
“Do you drink?” he asked, pouring the liquid inside one mug, the glass clinking against the cup.
“Sometimes,” you said. “When I feel like it, I guess. But go ahead. I’m intrigued. This is definitely not like my mother used to make.”
He laughed—a low chuckle that brought fire to your cheeks. He had a handsome laugh, as odd as it sounded. And you were the reason for it. You made him laugh. You smiled to yourself.
He turned around, handing you a mug of the steaming beverage. “Careful. It’s hot. Compliments of Magician’s Red.”
“Thank you,” you said, blowing on it gently. You could feel the heat radiated through your fingers and up your arms. It was a nice juxtaposition to the freezing room. You took a sip. “What kind of drink did you mix in?” you asked, tasting a milkiness. It contrasted surprisingly well with the rich chocolate flavor, and the bitter aftertaste added to the warmth hugging your body.
“Irish cream,” he replied. “A friend of mine showed me. He usually drinks enough for the both of us, but he’s got better things to do than play dog-catcher.”
“Well your friend knows some things,” you said, taking another long sip. “Tell him thanks for me.”
“Hah. I don’t think Mr. Joestar needs any more ego. He might tumble over with a head that big.”
You snorted, drink invading your nose as you did so. You sniffed in an attempt to rid the burning liquid. “He sounds like a fun time.”
“He’s almost seventy, yet lives life like he’s twenty. But he’s a good man,” Avdol said, drinking his own spiked hot chocolate between sentences. You two sat like that for a while, he on his own bed and you on yours, having little conversations about nothing in particular. It felt like a breath of fresh air. Your shoulders relaxed, and while it may have been the alcohol, you quickly loosened up your anxious demeanor.
“Ya know,” you said, hands resting on your chin as you sat cross-legged on your bed. “When I first saw you, I felt like Bambi learning how to walk. I was petrified of saying anything because you’re just so—breathtaking. Everything you do is determined and graceful and I never thought I’d be sitting here drinking hot cocoa talking about my childhood with you.”
“You flatter me, miss (Y/N). I am just a man, like anyone else. I have my limits. And my weaknesses—this dog actually seems to be one of them,” he mused, looking over his mug to shoot you a cheeky smirk. You stared back, cheeks burning. You set your cup on the nightstand. You decided you’d had enough to drink for one night.
“I’m sure we’ll find him eventually,” you said, sliding off the bed as you finally took your coat off, leaving you in a long-sleeved shirt and baggy pants. It was still freezing, but you felt. . . warmer after the conversation. “I’m gonna get ready for bed if I don’t freeze to death first.”
He nodded, standing up and grabbing your cup. He set both in the sink, beginning to wash them. “Take your time. And don’t freeze to death.”
You laughed. “No promises.”
It didn’t take long to change into your nightgown, complete your nighttime routine, and sit yourself back on your bed in preparation to sleep that night. Avdol followed suit, donning a white t-shirt and black sweatpants. It was a large change from his normal attire, but you enjoyed seeing a more casual side of him. He didn’t look like a stand-user fortune-teller dog-catcher. It allowed you to imagine him as a friend instead of a coworker. And you enjoyed that.
What you didn’t enjoy, however, was the temperature dropping by the minute, leaving you shivering as you tried uselessly to snuggle deeper into the blankets. Was it even legal to leave the heat broken on a night this cold? Regardless, you were miserable.
Finally, after a half-hour of tossing and turning, you got up, prepared to put your coat back on if it meant keeping warm throughout the night.
“Are you alright?” spoke Avdol from his bed, sitting up to look at you in the darkened room. He illuminated a small flame beside him, casting light onto your miserable face.
“I’m too cold to sleep,” you confessed, shivering. You resisted the urge to step closer to the warm fire lit beside him. “It’s impossible in a room this cold. What I wouldn’t give to have a fire-based stand right about now. You’re lucky,” you joked. He stared at you, silent, before finally voicing his thoughts.
“I don’t mean to be crude when I offer this, but would you like to share a bed? It’s possible you might actually get frostbitten in these temperatures,” he explained. He scooted himself over, gesturing to his former sleeping spot. “I promise I’m a gentleman,” he mused.
“Are you sure?” you asked, taking a few steps away from the coat rack and towards his bed. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“There’s plenty of room. I insist,” he replied. You nodded wordlessly, tentatively sitting on the bed and sliding your legs under the covers. The warmth compared to your bed was like night and day, and you quickly sank yourself almost completely under, letting out a sigh of relief as you turned to face your frozen wasteland.
You sensed a hand come to rest on your shoulder, heat radiating softly from the large palm. You glanced behind you, noting the hand of Magician’s Red. Avdol looked at you, as if asking for permission to continue. You nodded. “Thank you, Avdol. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you and your stand ability. Freeze, I guess,” you joked.
“It’s no trouble. If you need anything else, please, just let me know. I don’t mind. I’ve got enough heat for two.” You heard the ruffle of sheets, and assumed he’d rolled to face the window, his back towards yours. It was like the heat dissipated, and your body shivered impulsively. You were unsure if you imagined it or not, but it’s like a cold front settled over your body. You bit your tongue. Every fiber of your being wanted to pose a question that you might never recover from. But a small part held back. You couldn’t ask such a thing. He was a coworker. A new friend. Friends don’t ask that to friends.
“Avdol,” you spoke up. “Is there any way you could. . . I’m still sort of shivering. And I don’t want to bother you, or make you uncomfortable, but—”
Sheets ruffled again. A hand—not of a stand—came to rest over your waist. Silently, he pulled you against his chest, his chin resting just behind the top of your head. His legs entangled with yours. Lips brushed against your ear as he leaned down. “Is this okay?” he whispered, breath tickling your neck.
Any words drained from your mind. Instead, you placed your hand atop of his, still wrapped around your torso. You squeezed his much larger hand, rubbing your thumb over it softly. You didn’t have to speak—he understood.
‘Stay.’
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Lila
Basic Information
Name: Lila
Age: 20
Bio: Lila is a friendly Elusian villager who made the journey to Brodia for a better life, having taken a thief’s request in order to support her family. She is a skilled magic user who finds joy in making meals and sewing accessories and clothes whenever she can. She tries her best to keep a facade with the army, but slowly it falls apart as she starts to feel more at home with the Divine Dragon.
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Ally Notebook
Initial Page;
Initial Class: Mage Knight (Sword)
Birthday: April 17
Basic Info: A friendly Elysian villager who got lost on her way to Brodia seeking for a better life. She joined the Divine Dragon’s army after coming across her on their journey towards the Kingdom of Might.
C Rank;
Likes: Flowers, Sweets, Reading, Sewing, Snow, Seeing those around her smile, Family
Dislikes: Insomnia, Rain, Being useless, Bugs, Annoying people
B Rank;
Hobbies: Sewing accessories
Talents: Making meals
Background: Born in the countryside of Elusia, she raised her two younger brothers alone when their parents passed away unexpectedly. Desperate to support her family, she took on a job offered by a thief who tasked her with taking a royal’s life from Brodia. In return, he promised her great bounds of money upon completing the task. Due to desperation, she took the job and headed towards Brodia.
A Rank;
Height: 5′6″
Ring Size: 6.75 | N
Personality: Might appear cheery and social, but at times she can be reserved when not around people. Deep down, she is kind and helpful which surfaces time to time when she lets her guard down. She is the most likely to have the most nimble fingers in the army.
Supports:
Alfred
Louis
Chloé
Céline
Alcryst
Lapis
Citrinne
Ivy
Hortensia
Rosado
Yunaka
Zelkov
Panette
Fogado
Mauvier
Rafal
Agate (oc)
Battle Quotes
When Selected:
“Trust me.” (Full Health)
“Let’s get this over with..” (Full Health)
“We can still push through!” (Medium Health)
“I can’t stop here…” (Low Health)
Critical Attack:
“At last you fall!”
“This is where you end.”
“Goodnight and farewell!”
“To the ground with you!!”
Defeated Enemy:
“I suppose that will do.”
“I survived another day, it seems.”
“Mika, Finley…I will be back home soon.”
“Phew…that’s over with.”
“This is more than I signed up for…”
Ally Heals:
“I owe you one.”
“Much obliged.”
“Let me treat you to a meal, yeah?”
Emblem Engage:
“Emblem Engage!”
“Give me strength!”
Post-Battle Exploration
Chapter-Specific:
“I’m glad you found me, Divine One. I can’t imagine what would have happened if I stayed in these forests for longer. I hope to be of some use to you!” (Own Paralogue)
“No need to worry about me! This might be Brodia, but I feel rather safe here.” (Chapter 8: Kingdom of Might)
“To be fighting Elusia…the crown princess herself…how awkward, right? Aha…” (Chapter 9: A Clash of Forces)
“I might think so greatly of the Elusian royalty…but nobody deserves to see their family fall before their very own eyes.” (Chapter 10: The Fell Dragon Sombron)
“.... Oh. Divine One, apologies, I didn’t notice you there. I was lost in my own thoughts…forgive me, but I would like to be alone right now.” (Chapter 19: The Dead Town)
Battle-Specific:
“I can only sew so much…please keep me in your considerations for the next battle!” (Not Deployed)
“Who knew I had this much strength in me? I enjoy aiding you, Divine One. ” (Deployed Numerously)
Location-Specific:
“Never did I imagine I would get to see so much of Elyos. When the war is over, let us go for a picnic, shall we?” (Default)
“S-so many flowers…it would be wrong of me if I picked some, wouldn’t it? They would wilt by the time we end this war and I return home.” (Florra Mill Town)
“Hm? Oh Divine One, apologies, my attention was focused on someone-I mean! On something! Do not worry!” (Brodia Castle)
“It feels cold here…colder than our own winters here in Elusia.” (Destinea Cathedral)
“I-I was not made for this sort of landscape…wait why are there two of you? Oh dear, I perhaps should go sit somewhere.” (Tullah Desert)
“It is so quiet…how surreal.” (Givre Port)
Somniel
In Somniel:
“What a lovely place you have, Divine One. I wish I could bring my own brothers here, they would love the view of the sky from here, definitely.” (Default)
“Divine One, did you see that adorable bow in stock? I wonder if I should pinch it before anyone else does?” (Plaza)
“I was forced to leave the kitchen, because I couldn’t stop preparing meals. Vander said I should rest…I simply wanted to help.” (Café Terrace)
“I’m not all too fond of swimming, but perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to dip my toes into the water for a little while.” (Pool)
“Look at all the delicious fruit! You wouldn’t mind if I ate them all, did you? I’m joking of course…please don’t give me such a worried look.” (Orchard)
“I didn’t know Alcryst fished…hm? Ah, ignore what I said!” (Pond)
“I wasn’t expecting to be training so much, I’ve worked up quite a sweat…gross.” (Training Yard)
“Back in Elusia, I took care of a few animals. I am so happy that we have some here in Somniel.” (Farmyard)
“Oh Alear, nice to see you. Care to join me? This spot here is perfect for taking in the view.” (Lookout Ridge)
“I’m sorry? You remembered my birthday? Did I ever tell you when it was? My…t-thank you.” (Their Birthday)
“Happy Birthday! I sewed a little something for you in celebration. I hope you like it! (Alear’s Birthday)
Gifts:
“Are you…sure?” (Disliked)
“Why thank you, I will take care of it well.” (Liked)
“I am speechless. Can I truly have this?” (Favorite)
“I…I’m not sure what to do with this. Is this a prank?” (Horse Manure)
Café Terrace:
“Welcome, what would you like to have today? You can rest assure I can handle the preparations.” (On Duty Quote)
Arena:
Introduction;
“I won’t go lightly.”
“Up against me? Very well.”
“Careful, I may cause quite a spark.”
Win;
“May I return to my sewing, now?”
Loss;
“I should have been sharper…”
Wake-Up Events
C1:
“Good thing I know how to tip-toe into a room, I won’t scare you awake, Divine One. Hm, where should I sit and wait? ”
“Awake, Divine One? I hope you slept well. How did I get in without a sound? Oh don’t worry about it…perhaps it is a hidden talent of mine.”
“O-Oh my! I must be out of shape. Sorry to wake you so early…apologies, Divine One!” (Waking Early)
C2:
“Why would they send anyone in, especially me? This army is too trusting…I could be an assassin in disguise and I simply waltz into the Divine One’s room? How daft.”
“I suppose it is rather nice they would trust me though…hm? Divine One? Oh you’re awake, apologies, I hope my drivel wasn’t the reason that woke you up.”
“O-Oh Divine One! Hello! I will try to be more silent next time…apologies.” (Waking Early)
B1:
“ (Humming). ‘Sleep soundly, oh bright one, let the stars watch over you, sound asleep, careful and ever so calm…’”
“Hello Divine One, welcome back from the land of sleep, I hope you slept well. What was I humming? A small lullaby I used to sing to my younger brothers when they were smaller. You liked it? Well, I suppose I can sing it again next time I come to wake you.”
“Oh, was I singing too loudly? Apologies, Divine One…I was singing a lullaby I usually sang to my brothers to help them sleep. I hope you didn’t mind it.” (Waking Early)
B2:
“I hope the Divine One doesn’t mind me bringing in a blanket I sewed…will [she/he] like it? Maybe it’s too much…what if they hate it?”
“Divine One! Hello, I was wondering if you get cold while you sleep. Please, take this, I created it for you especially in mind. Oh, you like it? What a relief.”
“A-Ah Divine One! Good morrow! This? O-Oh it’s nothing. I simply came to wake you up, aha. Hup to it! Let’s start your wonderful day, shall we?” (Waking Early)
A1:
“And I find myself here, without any orders or ask from the others. I simply wanted to sit idly by your side as you rest, Divine One. Your sleeping face brings me calm…just like back at home, when I looked over my little brothers’ sleeping faces.”
“Awake, Divine One? I hope you had pleasant dreams…hm? Why am I smiling? Obviously because of you, Divine One.”
“Divine One, oh my, I didn’t mean to wake you up earlier than usual! I hope I can return here to watch your sleeping gaze soon.” (Waking Early)
A2:
“I am glad to be here again…I suppose not sleeping at night has its perk. I get to see you before you awaken Divine One.”
“Hello Divine One. Ready to start the day? Take my hand, I will help you up on your feet, Divine One.”
“Aw…you’re awake. No, no, I don’t mean it in a bad way…apologies, I was just enjoying the view selfishly. Come on then, let us start our day, shall we?.” (Waking Early)
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What is the least risky/physically damaging way of chestbinding that doesnt require surgery?
I'm a physically disabled, masc-presenting nonbinary person who quite honestly experiences little to no body dysphoria (from what I understand), but would still love to have a flatter chest so I can be perceived as more masculine/androgynous.
I worry that wearing a binder could further damage my back/ribcage thanks to my disability (essentially I have a condition that makes my bones more fragile than they should be, which in turn has caused other problems over the years, such as frequent bone fractures, scoliosis, etc. Also I'm a wheelchair user.)
I dont want to commit to something as serious as top surgery though
What should I do? What are some other good options?
PS. I dont expect any medical advice or expertise, of course, just wondering what your overall thoughts are. Hopefully all that made sense.
Also i'd love to hear from anyone else who maybe relates to my situation, as I currently feel pretty alone in this.
Anything is appreciated, thank you very much <3
hey i understand and i'm glad you're reaching out about this, it's really important to take your health into consideration as a disabled person, that's why i stopped binding, myself. i have hypermobile joints and binding was causing all kinds of problems with shifting things out of place, i also have fibromyalgia and it was generally just causing me pain that i didn't need
i'm glad to hear that you don't have a lot of chest dysphoria, what i might recommend for someone in your position depending on your size is a well fitting but not too tight sports bra with no built in cups- i used to wear sports bras a lot and after a while you tend to not notice them if you get ones that are fitted to your body shape well enough. sports bras are also pretty plus size friendly as well, like i said, just prioritize finding ones with a flat front and don't have any cups or seams sewn in to make a typical bra cup shape
trans tape could also potentially be an option for you, though i do not have experience with it, as i am very fat and have a large chest. what works for a lot of people is learning how to layer different types of clothing- i used to wear a lot of under shirts, like the types you can get in the men's underwear section, underneath t-shirts under a button-up shirt, that kind of thing. the more layers you create, the harder it is to see exactly what's going on, you hide the shapes more easily, and so on. you can play with different fabrics and types of clothing as well, you may find that sweaters suit you better, or maybe hyper masculine "worker" blue collar aesthetics, who knows
those would be my suggestions, but anyone else who has any input for binding while disabled, feel free to give us your input, we'd love to hear from you! take care, i hope you can figure something out and play with your gender in a way that's accessible to you and your health =) have a great day!
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Ghosting
A quick little Haru fic set around the events of DMQ that I've been meaning to post for a WHILE but never did. Apparently it's inaccurate though because stand users can see ghosts which I didn't learn until recently (I mean, there's Reimi, but for some reason it didn't click in my mind that only stand users could see her. I kinda just assumed she was like a public ghost™ that everyone could see.)
But, anyways, it was fun to write regardless, so enjoy! :3
Haruka.
It's a name that drifts into his ear from the lonely far corner of a coffee shop. He's not sure exactly where from. But something about the name gave him some kind of unwarranted reaction. He's not sure why.
He's been dead for a whole year by this point. He certainly doesn't know her from the afterlife. He would be able to recognise her much more easily if that were the case. She must have been part of his life. One that he doesn't remember much of. Remember any of, actually.
He wants to be able to see her face, but the place is busy and there's no way of knowing who she might be. All he knows is her name, and that's not getting him anywhere. It's a dead end. He continues to scan over the room though, for anything that looks or sounds familiar.
He finds her eventually. He knows it's her because, just like her name, there's a stab of unexplainable feelings towards her. She's a university student, it seems. With a lilac hoodie over a simple black t-shirt. Staw blonde hair. She looks a bit like him actually. Perhaps they're even related.
She's staring at the other two awkwardly, only commenting accordingly or nodding along when necessary. Her rose pink eyes occasionally flittering about the room, as though scanning for something.
She seems to let her vision fall over to him. Though she's not actually looking at him. Just at his general space or aura. Her brow furrows, mildly upset. As though she too can sense some kind of disturbance in the force. It's momentary, maybe a few miliseconds of her "seeing" him, before she turns her head back around to her conversation.
He's feeling something towards her. Something hot and uncomfortable and incredibly strong. He quickly recognises it as anger. He's not sure exactly why, but he guesses they weren't exactly friendly while he was alive. That was fine. She probably isn't all that important then.
Then another girl steps in through the door of the shop. He recognises her too, though not as strongly. She's chubby and ginger, and overall unimportant to him. But then he sees this Haruka girl smile. Joyful and radiant. Suddenly much more comfortable. The feeling changes. It's warmer, yet it's softer. Less sharp and white hot. Something catches in his throat. He doesn't understand exactly what it is, and understands even less wether it's a good or bad thing.
He aches as he watches her leave. He isn't sure why exactly. He thought he didn't even like her. Yet, he wants so badly to be able to see her again. Perhaps she meant more to him than he thought. He doesn't even know what he'd say if he could talk to her. He just knows that he wants to. Needs to, even.
Maybe, even if only the smallest amounts, he misses her.
#jjba#jojo's bizarre adventure#yoshikage kira#haruka kira#jjba oc#original character#fanfic#kira experiences love and doesn't understand it at all#the initial anger towards her will make more sense by the end of the big fic#meaning i probably should have posted this after that but it's like twenty or more chapters and I'm currently only writing the eighth 💀#this probably would have been easier if i stopped sTARTING OTHER PROJECTS-
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coucou! today i thought i might do a few little reviews of the main four or so apps i tried when i first started out with french, so that all my lovely beginners can make sure they’re using the right apps for them! hope u enjoy sweethearts <3
no. 1: Duolingo - 4.0 ☆
pros: very user-friendly interface, great for learning basics, idioms and short stories, audio lessons for on the go, bite size sessions keep your attention
cons: great for vocab but not so much for grammar, highly competitive, doesn’t stand completely on its own, can be discouraging at times
overall: rlly good for getting some vocab down and building up a foundation, but not the most useful long term. use this to get a head start on learning before purchasing your first textbook, for quick refresher sessions and for the stories and idioms <3
no. 2: Conjugaison - 4.2 ☆
pros: really useful if you’re struggling with verb conjugations and tenses, has translations in Spanish, German, Portuguese etc, easy access to your most common verbs from the main page
cons: very much one area of the language which isn’t too big of a deal but does mean it needs additional study paired with it
overall: this is a great app and one I still use often when my brain goes blank on a verb! it works well paired with a textbook and maybe some Duolingo
no. 3: Quizlet - 4.6 ☆
pros: awesome for a wide variety of things, fun and interactive with games and tests, helps with writing, reading and speaking bc of the audio option that comes the sets, nice interface :)
cons: you really have to filter to find good sets you like, making your own sets can be time consuming
overall: best app for revision, hands down. use this to solidify new knowledge and go over things you’re a bit rusty on. you can also use it to practice spelling w/ the write function, bc French words are real tricky T-T
no. 4: Linguee - 4.3 ☆
pros: really solid dictionary, good example sentences, relatively easy to navigate, history function is good both for if you forget what you just searched and for identifying which words or phrases you need to do some more work on
cons: some of the translations and synonyms are a bit tenuous, it is just a dictionary so not loads of functions
overall: it’s a dictionary, and it’s good. use it for vocab lmao
i hope this was somewhat useful! merci mes chéris <3
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ARC DC16000 disposable vape review: transparent pod dual tube design that you've never seen before
Most disposables' vape juice is unseen from the outside, unless you taste by your senses, or read from the screen. However, a new smart design is rolled out by making use of the transparent glass pod for the e-liquid. Today, we're diving into such a pod with a crystal clear pod, and even with a screen showing battery volume. Let's get into the ARC DC16000 disposable vape and see what sets it apart.
Specifications: A Closer Look at What Sets the ARC DC16000 Apart
Feature
Specification
E-Liquid Capacity
15mL
Nicotine Strength
5% (50mg)
Battery
800mAh, Type-C Rechargeable
Puff Count
Approximately 16,000
E-Liquid Visibility
Yes (Transparent Pod)
Battery Indicator
Yes
Adjustable Airflow
Yes
Coil Type
Mesh
Additional Features
Dual Tube Design, Ring Light
The ARC DC16000 isn't just another disposable vape. Its impressive e-liquid capacity and potent nicotine strength promise a lasting and satisfying vaping journey. The addition of a rechargeable battery not only makes it eco-friendly but also ensures you never run out of power mid-vape. The transparent pod and battery indicator are thoughtful innovations that enhance usability and convenience.
Main Features: Elevating Your Vaping Experience
- Visible E-Liquid: Say goodbye to guessing games with your juice levels.
- Battery Indicator: Always be in the know about your battery life.
- Adjustable Airflow: Customize your draw from a tight mouth-to-lung to a more open restricted direct lung hit.
Vaping Experience with ARC DC16000 Disposable Vape
My journey with the ARC DC16000 disposable vape has been nothing short of revelatory. The device's design philosophy centers around user convenience and satisfaction, a fact that becomes evident from the first use. Here's a closer look at my detailed experience with this innovative vape.
Intuitive E-Liquid Visibility: The transparent glass pod is a game-changer. Unlike other disposables where you're left guessing or relying on a digital screen, the ARC DC16000 lets you see your e-liquid level directly. This straightforward visibility is not just practical; it enriches the vaping experience by removing any guesswork about when it's time to recharge or refill. It's a simple yet effective design choice that significantly enhances user convenience.
Battery Life at a Glance: The inclusion of a battery indicator on the battery tube is another thoughtful feature. With the ARC DC16000, you can easily keep tabs on your battery life, ensuring you're never unexpectedly out of power. The 800mAh battery itself is impressively durable, providing ample vaping time and reinforcing the device's reliability for daily use.
Flavor Experience: The taste of the ARC DC16000 sets it apart in a crowded market. The e-liquid delivers a rich, silky, and mellow flavor profile that's pleasantly sweet. In a world where many disposables offer similar taste experiences, the ARC DC16000 manages to stand out with its distinct and enjoyable flavor. It's a testament to the quality of the e-liquid and the device's ability to deliver a consistent and satisfying vape.
Customizable Airflow: Perhaps one of the most intriguing features I discovered was the adjustable airflow button located at the bottom of the vape. This innovative design allows for a customizable vaping experience, catering to those who prefer either a tight draw or a more open airflow. By simply rotating the button, you can adjust the airflow from large to small, tailoring the vapor production to your liking. Despite the e-liquid's 50mg nicotine strength, which typically suits a mouth-to-lung draw, the vapor amount is perfectly balanced, ensuring a satisfying experience without overwhelming cloud production.
Efficient Dual Tube Design: The ARC DC16000's dual tube design is a masterclass in efficient use of space. This design choice not only makes the device highly portable but also ensures strong performance. Unlike single tube designs that can feel overly long or cubic designs that are too bulky and commonplace, the ARC DC16000's unique structure is both effective and aesthetically pleasing. It strikes the perfect balance between portability and functionality, making it an ideal choice for vapers seeking a compact yet powerful device.
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Pros and Cons: Weighing Your Options
Pros:
- Generous e-liquid capacity and strong nicotine content.
- Sustainable with a rechargeable battery and clear indicator.
- Customizable vaping experience with adjustable airflow.
- Innovative and efficient dual tube design.
Cons:
- Vapor production may be limited for cloud chasers.
- Primarily suited for mouth-to-lung vaping, which may not appeal to all users.
ARC DC16000 Flavors
- Lemon Cherry Spark - Imagine the lively dance of lemon's citrusy spark with the deep, sweet notes of cherry. This flavor is a celebration of contrasts, offering a zingy yet sweetly harmonious vape that energizes the senses.
- Tropical Bliss Pineapple Coconut - Step into an oasis of flavor where the lush sweetness of pineapple meets the creamy allure of coconut. It's a duo that sings of sunny skies and sandy beaches, creating a vape experience that's both luxuriously exotic and comfortingly sweet.
- Frosty Blue Razz - Experience the thrill of the chill with a twist of tangy blue raspberry. This flavor delivers a frost-kissed adventure, blending the coolness of ice with the vibrant tang of blue raspberries for a refreshingly sharp vape.
- Cool Mint Escape - Refresh your palate with the crisp, clean taste of mint. Inspired by the lively essence of Miami, this flavor offers a cooling sensation that's both invigorating and smooth, perfect for a revitalizing vape break.
- Strawberry Dragon Serenade - Embark on a flavor journey with the sweet melody of strawberries harmonized with the exotic notes of dragon fruit. This unique blend creates a rich, colorful vaping experience that's bursting with flavor.
- Berry Trio Twist - Delight in the intricate dance of cherry, strawberry, and kiwi. This trio of flavors weaves a complex tapestry of sweetness and tartness, crafting a vape experience that's as intriguing as it is delicious.
- Blueberry Watermelon Splash - Dive into a refreshing pool of juicy blueberries and succulent watermelon. This blend strikes the perfect balance between sweet and tart, offering a hydrating vape that's bursting with flavor.
- Dawn of Paradise - Capture the essence of a tropical sunrise with this vibrant blend. It's a flavor that awakens the senses, combining the best of fruity and sweet notes to create a vape that's as uplifting as the first light of day.
- Icy Watermelon Wave - Ride the wave of cool, refreshing watermelon. Infused with a hint of ice, this flavor offers a crisp and revitalizing vape that perfectly captures the essence of summer.
- Kiwi Gum Fusion - Relive the joy of childhood with the tartness of kiwi perfectly blended with the sweet, chewy essence of bubble gum. This playful flavor offers a fresh and nostalgic vape experience.
- Sunset Pink Lemonade - Quench your thirst with this classic blend of pink lemonade. Sweet, tangy, and utterly refreshing, this flavor is like a sip of summer, offering a thirst-quenching vape that delights with every puff.
- Peach Chill Delight - Indulge in the lush sweetness of ripe peaches, finished with a cool icy touch. This flavor provides a sweet and fragrant vaping experience, complete with a refreshing aftertaste that lingers pleasantly.
Verdict: Why the ARC DC16000 Stands Out
The ARC DC16000 disposable vape is a testament to innovation and user satisfaction in the vaping industry. Its unique features, such as the transparent e-liquid chamber, battery life indicator, and adjustable airflow, set it apart from the competition. While it may offer a more discreet vapor output, it excels in delivering a flavorful and customizable vaping experience. Whether you're a seasoned vaper or new to the scene, the ARC DC16000 is a compelling choice that balances convenience, taste, and performance.
In a market flooded with options, the ARC DC16000 shines as a beacon of innovation, making it a must-try for anyone seeking a superior disposable vape experience.
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Finding the Perfect Online Marketplace to Sell My iPhone 14 Plus: Tips for Success
In today's fast-paced world of technology, our once-beloved iPhones often find themselves replaced by newer models. Instead of letting your old iPhone gather dust, why not turn it into cash by choosing to sell iPhone 14 plus online?
Embarking on this journey is quite fulfilling, still, it does present some challenges. Finding the ideal online marketplace is a major hurdle. You must make a wise decision because there are many options available. So, to make the journey of iPhone 14 plus sell easy, in this blog post, we will explore a few essential tips. These tips will help you find the perfect online marketplace for selling your used iPhone.
Essential Tips for Selling Your Old iPhone
1. Understand Your Selling Goals
To kickstart your search for the ideal online marketplace, begin by clarifying your selling objectives. Are you aiming for the highest profit, or is a swift and trouble-free sale your top priority? Are you more inclined towards local or global buyers? Getting a grasp of your preferences will assist you in narrowing down your choices and finding the platform that best fits your goals.
2. Choosing the right platform
Online marketplaces offer diverse options for selling your used phone like sell iPhone 14 plus. Sites like eBay, known for its global reach, provide freedom in listing details and pricing. Yet, it entails fees and time commitment due to its auction-style format. Whereas, Swappa, focused on tech devices, ensures user-friendly, secure transactions. While pricing control is limited compared to eBay, Swappa's stringent verification processes boost trust.
Similarly, Facebook Marketplace taps into local connections, leveraging your social network for sales. However, it's limited to your area and requires independent management. But one of the best options for selling iPhones is to contact those companies that completely take the hassles of the selling process off your shoulders.
3. Timing Is Everything
The timing of your listing can significantly impact your success when I sell my iPhone 14 plus. The demand and prices for these devices can fluctuate, so it's advisable to research the market and choose the right time to list your device. For instance, selling just before the release of a new iPhone model might fetch a higher price due to increased demand.
4. Build a Positive Reputation
Reputation and feedback systems play a vital role in the success of your online sales. Positive ratings and reviews from previous sellers enhance your credibility and attract more buyers. Ensure good communication, provide accurate descriptions, and maintain a positive reputation on the platform you choose.
5. Calculate Fees and Costs
Different online marketplaces have varying fee structures. Some charge listing fees, final value fees, or shipping fees, while others are entirely free to use. Calculate the potential fees associated with each platform to determine the overall cost that you will have to pay if you choose the process of "sell my iPhone 14 plus".
6. Consider Shipping and Handling
When selecting a platform, consider your shipping preferences and who will cover the associated costs. Some platforms allow you to choose shipping options and charge the buyer, while others provide prepaid shipping labels. Factor in shipping costs when setting the price to sell iPhone 14 plus.
7. Prioritize Privacy and Security
Protect your privacy and personal information when using online marketplaces. Be cautious about sharing sensitive data and use secure payment methods to safeguard yourself from fraud and scams.
Key Takeaway
Finding the perfect online marketplace is the most important thing after you search "sell my iPhone 14 plus". The process requires thoughtful consideration of your goals, priorities, and the various factors outlined in this essay. Whether you seek maximum profit, convenience, or a balance between the two, there's an online marketplace that suits your preferences and helps you turn your used iPhone into cash. By following these tips, you can embark on a successful selling journey and make the most of your old iPhone.
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Blog Post #4 Reflection
Q: What are you passionate about?
I am passionate about travelling, food, and bringing joy to others. Exploring different cultures through travel is essential to me because learning about new cultures broadens my perspective and inspires my design work. All my friends say I am passionate about food since I have about 400 restaurants listed on Google Maps that I want to visit, even within Toronto alone. Food makes me HAPPY! XD Also, I've always loved sending surprise gifts and letters; seeing my friends and people around me delighted brings me immense happiness. These passions motivate me, and I hope to use my design skills to spread joy and create delightful experiences for people.
Q: What culture/geography/region/country do you identify with?
Japan 🍙 Because I was born and raised in Japan until I was 19. Japanese is my first language, and my family and childhood friends are all in Japan. My husband is also Japanese, so although we live in Canada, we speak Japanese at home and watch Japanese anime and dramas. (That's why my English hasn't improved. lol) However, I've got permanent residency in Canada and have lived here for a while, so Canada is my home, too. Whenever I spend a long time in Japan or travel to other countries, I immediately miss Toronto. :)
Q: Is there a design, object or product that you love or hate and why?
One of my favourite design products is the Japanese magazine "Popeye." Even though I live in Canada, I still subscribe to Amazon Japan's Kindle Unlimited and read Popeye monthly. In Japan, the magazine market is huge, and various magazines are available. Popeye is targeting a younger audience (from teenagers to those in their 30s) and has maintained its popularity.
What I love about Popeye is not just its content design but also the excitement it brings with each cover approach. They utilize photos and illustrations well, making it visually appealing, and I like their choice of words, too. Also, their handwritten text enhances empathy. Japanese magazines are expected to have a lot of information, so they often have more text than North American magazines, which can sometimes be overwhelming. However, that's why I want to reread them multiple times.
On the other hand, I do not love the Tim Hortons app. Maybe it's because I'm used to the Starbucks app, and I always struggle with finding the order icon in their app, which makes ordering take longer. Also, when I want to use points, I need to go to the redeem page and adjust the reward level, which involves many extra steps. If they simplify these processes, it would be a more user-friendly design.
Q: Are there any recent events/news, Canadian or otherwise, that you FEEL for?
I don't follow the news much, but I tend to be affected by what's happening around me; a stabbing on the TTC or the Toronto area can be pretty scary. I used to take the TTC, but now I try to avoid using TTC as much as possible. I hope none of my friends will ever face such danger. I miss online classes because of these concerns.
Q: Is there an experience that impresses you while travelling [people, place, service]?
A: I've been to Montreal about four times and had a memorable experience there. I went to a Spanish restaurant located a bit outside the downtown area. They only had a French menu, but the owner patiently explained it to us in English. They were so kind despite being so busy, so it's one of my memorable experiences. By the way, when I started living in Canada, I thought I might get some French skills somehow, but the reality is, the only French I know is "Bonjour," "Merci," and "Pomme." lol
Q: Do you consider yourself a T-shaped individual? If so, what area/discipline do you know well? What other areas/disciplines do you know to some extent?
I don't want to say I'm an expert on something because there are still so many things I don't know, but I know some anime and manga well since I've loved them since childhood. Recently, I've also gained knowledge about voice actors and anime production companies :) Also, I've been working at Starbucks since 2019 and have finished their coffee academy(it's an online course and not so hard), so I am a coffee expert. XD In design, my knowledge primarily focuses on web design or web applications. This is because my husband is a software developer, so I usually talk with him about the topic.
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Week 7
Ideation Phase
This week, I put my idea into action for the first time by making the paper prototypes.
Things I've done this week：
Create Moodboard and Material Exploration
Draw prototype sketch
Make paper prototypes
Reflections/thoughts/feelings on what I've done based on the reflection framework of What? So What? Now What?(Rolfe et al., 2001) :
What？
I began by looking up existing examples of finished products based on ideas I already had. After observing their design approach and style, I summarised the art style that would suit my project and created my Moodboard. After that, I researched the types of magnets used to make the fridge stickers, the various pins used for the badges, and the types of fabric used to make the shopping bags. Since my main task is making paper models, I'll experiment and explore different materials in more depth in later weeks. Otherwise, after considering the effects that other materials would show, a lot of inspiration came to my mind, and I sketched these. Based on these drafts, I made two conceptual models using wool felt. However, they were unreadable, took a long time to make, and were not very user-friendly to understand what I was trying to convey. I felt anxious and rushed because my friends had finished most paper models.
So What？
This predicament is because I was lazy and didn't draw more envisioned details such as fonts, colours, slogans, etc. I used Procreate to draw more details on my iPad and printed them on A4 paper. I think the advantages of this drawing app are that it covers a large number of drawing brushes, is easy to colour, dramatically reduces the time spent on using different tools in reality and is much faster and more convenient to use than Ai; the only disadvantage is that it doesn't have the same smoothness and realism as hand-drawn drawings. Additionally, I cropped the printout and used a Hook&Loop sticker to adhere it to the painted background, creating the feel of a removable refrigerator sticker and badge.
(Sketch + Paper Prototype)
This experience reflects the importance of preparing in advance. Because I wanted to finish the paper prototype quickly, I was lazy and did not draw more detailed sketches, but the result that it took more time will also have a bad emotional impact on me.
Now What？
I realised that being well-prepared and implementing actions can often be twice as effective. In the next step of prototyping, I will make at least five sketches before I put them into action. At the same time, I will think of various forms of expression, try out different possibilities, and choose the most appropriate one after I have prepared at least three ways.
Reference
The University of Edinburgh. (2020, January 30). What? So what? Now what? The University of Edinburgh. https://www.ed.ac.uk/reflection/reflectors-toolkit/reflecting-on-experience/what-so-what-now-what
Borton. T. (1970). Reach Touch and Teach: Student Concerns and Process Education. McGraw-Hill, New York
Driscoll J. (1994). Reflective practice for practise. Senior Nurse, 13, 47-50
Rolfe, G., Freshwater, D., Jasper, M. (2001). Critical reflection in nursing and the helping professions: a user’s guide. Basingstoke: Palgrave Macmillan.
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