#lmk if this should be a yearly thing
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My top 10 favorite music projects of 2023 ૢ✧∘* ✧･ﾟ
Welcome to this list that 2 people were mildly anticipating tops, a list where I ramble about note sequences that give me a sense of enjoyment, which is essentially what this blog of mine is dedicated to. I’ve been on this site for more than a year now, I had the pleasure of interacting and chatting with my lovely mutuals who share my silly little interests, both here and on @akaneverse. At the end of last year, I simply uploaded a topster of my favorite albums and EPs, and this December, I’m taking my time to review said projects, and show them appreciation with words and expressions slightly bigger than “the production is so insane” and “BANGER”. This year has been good to me as a music enjoyer, with new releases from my longer-time faves and incredible new discoveries, some possibly becoming all-time faves, which will be mentioned in the post. Pitchfork, your bankruptcy is nearing. And yes, the GIF is a spoiler.
⑩ Ichijikikoku (EP) - Atarashii Gakko!
I can say I somewhat got into Japanese music this year and this anti-idol group with a school leader concept looking camp right in the eye were some of the first artists that caught my attention. Having accidentally come across them through snooping around a beloved mutual’s Spotify profile, the quality of their songs such as Pineapple Kryptonite, Nainainai and Freaks caught me off guard in a great way. Their discography offers various genres such as robotic chant-filled hyperpop, groovy city pop, alternative rock, hip-hop and their latest EP truly showcases their diversity and range. From Otona Blue, the funky pop song that was the push start for the girls to get their rightful recognition, to a revisit to their older rock sound, to their first club banger and more city pop hits, this EP presents what their music has to offer in a nutshell. 2023 treated the school leaders well as they both got their deserved success and delivered a well-rounded project along with other listen-worthy singles.
Favorite tracks: Otome no Bigaku and Giri Giri.
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⑨ 3 of Us (EP) - FLO
After taking the Internet’s ‘00s R&B revivalists and girl group appreciators by storm with their first EP Cardboard Box in 2022, this iconic trio went on an ongoing streak to constantly deliver the best and improve their music and skills. 3 of Us serves as lunchables before the upcoming full-course meal which is their debut album, and not so surprisingly considering the consistent high quality of the group’s releases, the snack surely is fulfilling. Two of the tunes were anticipated then-unreleased songs but the title track and the later added-on Suite Life were loved by us FLOlifers as well. The four songs showcase both the group’s incredible vocals and their empowering no-nonsense attitude. The title track is an anthem that shows the world the girls have each other’s backs, through a smooth execution of a humorous scenario of a guy simultaneously trying to toy with the 3 of them. FLO are real it girls, and this mini alone is definitely convincing of that enough.
Favorite tracks: what if I said all of them?
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⑧ MY World (EP) - aespa
aespa have long-ago established their cybergirl fighter Kwangya concept and a solid spot in the K-pop industry as a group with one of the strongest group identities, top-notch discographies and powerful vocals. I slowly fell in love with them in 2021 and they have been one of the very few anchors to my interest in K-pop lately. Through mismanagement and complete bs coming from their crappy record label, standing ten toes down with these girls and experiencing the comeback of the summer was 100% worth it. Though the label needs to pull themselves together a little for the creative direction of all of their groups, MY World offered aespa’s two different takes on the summer which somehow felt fresh and unique, still suiting the group and proving aespacore’s wide range. The music, however, gave the signature aespa sound we had missed because of the music drought. Reol and Slayyyter’s souls truly split into two each, possessing the four members and giving us the gritty, in-your-face EDM banger that is the lead single Spicy. Welcome to MY World, the mini’s pre-release single, on the other hand, is an orchestral, alluring alternative pop track, which is a genre I never knew I needed aespa to dip their toes into. Salty and Sweet is a package delivery for the MYs who are especially seated for aespa’s metallic hyperpop releases, while Thirsty is contemporary R&B with a bubbly aespacore twist to it and I’m Unhappy is a splendid hyperballad. No offense but had they left the basic and frankly flow-disrupting ballad ‘Til We Meet Again in the vault, the ranking of the EP would be higher on here, and this is my only criticism of the project music-wise. As I always say on aespa comeback release days: the girls did it again.
Favorite tracks: answer changes every 5 business days but right now I’m gonna go with Welcome to MY World and Spicy.
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⑦ Crying in the Carwash (EP) - Lolo Zouaï
I’ve been keeping up with Lolo Zouaï on the low (pun intended, see Encore) since the release day of her sophomore album PLAYGIRL but I might have to pay closer attention to her because of her elevated excellence showcased on this mini. Besides giving her more freedom over her work and artistic direction, returning to her independent artist days allowed her to wiggle more with her own feelings and experiences directly, as opposed to the personas she conveyed the story of PLAYGIRL through. Before the unveiling of the EP, the roll-out fully hooked me in with both the singles and mesmerizing visuals. Encore was the perfect earworm-y invitation to the era, and Crying in the Carwash showed us the rainy panorama none other than Lolo’s mind with soft, melancholic jungle drums as the track’s stand-out point. The rest of the three songs, sitting prettily in the middle, give us soulful R&B blessed with the artist’s gentle vocal runs and UK garage reminiscent of e-motions by Mura Masa and Erika de Casier. All in all, I can’t be the only one who can’t wait to see what Zouaï will have to offer with her future work.
Favorite track: Crying in the Carwash.
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⑥ ESFERA DE AMOR - Simona
Esfera de Amor? In “my top 10 favorite projects of the year”? More like “top 10 most slept on albums of the year”. I’m not saying this just because of my personal opinion or just by looking at the streaming numbers either. This project is worth checking out for everyone looking for ethereal, light, bubbly pop à la 4th gen K-pop girl group music. Simona took recent pop micro-trends such as the incorporation of house, UK garage, hyperpop, neo-reggaeton and baile funk, and shaped them up into her very own world of love. The record, while being a relatively easy listen and having the ability to appeal to a wider audience, keeps you attentive and never bored, with an intro that leaves the sense of time and reality behind to make room for dancing and a classy vintage-style interlude. At one stop you unwind, at the second you dance at midnight in your bedroom, and at another you’re an otherworldly romantic. Feel free to do whatever you please, because after all, you’re in a sphere of love where everything’s fine.
Favorite tracks: Adentro de Mí, Polidrama, Plush, Meloni and Llaga Verdadera.
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⑤ BB/ANG3L - Tinashe
Tinashe has been an impactful figure in modern R&B for nearly a decade now, with her resumé ranging from choreography material groovy bops to heartfelt, calmer, vocal-heavy songs. BB/ANG3L, in the musician’s own words, combines her past and her present, her darker debut day sound with her faster-paced, catchier, dreamy tunes. The songwriting keeps it real and personal: we go from a dramatic reflection on a toxic relationship, to wanting to be pampered and treated with respect and class, to more reflections and slowly letting go. In the music video for Talk To Me Nice, Tinashe peels away her former self and gets purified with the dripping water, getting down to her essence. (I will further elaborate on my newly found love for water concepts/metaphors in some next entries.) Thanks to producer Machinedrum, garage and dnb rhythms (can you tell those are my weaknesses yet?) are beautifully incorporated in two of the tracks, and the production is atmospheric and tastefully bleak throughout the entire tracklist. Keeping up with Tinashe’s releases for a good while, a couple of years in my case, remains a pleasure with this project of hers.
Favorite track: answer changes often once again and this time I’m picking Tightrope.
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④ Raven - Kelela
If there were courses on how to take breaks of long years after releasing a top-tier album and make an even more world-shaking, majestic comeback, Raven would be the diligently studied textbook. Though I personally can’t relate to the 6-year wait as I discovered Kelela at the beginning of this year, my commentary is unnecessary for one to know she is a legend whose impact on alternative R&B, dance music and neo-soul is not up for any questioning. While Raven has even more of a slower and sultrier side than before, the intimacy and maturity stays consistent whether we’re talking jungle, aurora-like synths or soothing orchestration. It’s a true, well-constructed and developed body of fruitful work, with seamless thought-out sequencing, an art that’s being kept alive by artists that rightfully value it. Motifs reappearing in her previous albums such as “all the way down”, “on the run”, “far away” make their returns, but in no way does anything feel repetitive or any less unique. The album cover art and the music videos for Washed Away and Enough for Love present us more water imagery that couldn’t have been any more suitable for the sultriness and haziness of the record. Raven is the deep melancholic ocean that you trust to wrap your body around, where you witness musical scenery that’s so breath-taking that you can barely tell if it’s real.
Favorite track: On the Run.
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Let’s get some honorable mentions out of the way before the top 3: Heaven knows by PinkPantheress (literally 11th place, Feelings was on repeat for like a week straight), My 21st Century Blues by Raye (robbed by the Scammys), Unlock My World by fromis_9 (if I make a best ‘23 K-pop b-side list Prom Night has a high spot secured), seOul collection by OnlyOneOf (I ignore the old tracks included in the album and candy bOmb is the K-pop b-side of the year) and Bébe Yana’s singles this year bc even though they’re not a body of work they’re too good not to get a shout-out.
③ Code Ge4ss - 4s4ki
As I was getting into Japanese music in March, I suddenly wondered whether there was a full-fledged hyperpop or experimental electronic music scene in Japan. After a quick Google search, an interesting artist popped up, with the metallic cybercore aesthetic I’ve been craving more of on the cover art of her latest album called Killer in Neverland. Interesting album name, intriguing song titles too, and as soon as I heard Log Out she took it in my eyes, there and then. Listening to Killer in Neverland as a whole took my shock to another level. Who was this and why did her music satisfy my cravings to this extent? As I went through her discography in a day or two, I fell deeper and deeper in love with her enchanting production (she’s her very own producer, mind you), crunchy autotuned vocals that somehow sound magical, her risk-taking unique concepts, something in between camp and outright beautiful visuals, precisely crafted songwriting and artistry. She manages to be the perfect amount of fun, the perfect amount of edgy, the perfect amount of bright, the perfect amount of sharp, the perfect amount of real, the perfect amount of satirical, the perfect amount of joyful, the perfect amount of sad on each and every project of hers. What didn’t hit me like a truck at first, however, is her tremendous improvement as a musician in pretty much every aspect: production, songwriting, album cohesion, creative direction, visuals. Not until her latest album Code Ge4ss finally got released in late June.
I was confused at first at the Code Geass anime collab thing, I wasn’t exactly sure of the release date and whether 4s4ki was actually releasing yet another scrumptious FULL album not too long after I got into her. The album dropped, I was tuned in right at midnight and my already high expectations were surpassed. Banging (kicking if you will) Jersey club beats, birds chirping accompanying glitchy trap instrumentals, screams followed by almost Machine Girl-level noisy circuit board sorcery, samples of characters’ speeches over electro guitar riffs, a piano interlude paired with opera runs taken from the show, pacifying ballads which are a mix of acoustic guitar and hard-hitting pots-pans and 8-bit synths, all closed by surreal orchestration with the classic electronica touches of 4s4ki and collaborator producer Kotonohouse. I’m sure I’d appreciate the Code Geass-themed lyricism on an even deeper level if I hadn’t paused watching the anime after 5 episodes like the terrible TV consumer I am. What I can be certain about is that everything about this project feels genuine and from within because it IS genuine and from within. 4s4ki couldn’t have been a more suitable choice for this collaboration, she’s been a fan of the franchise since elementary school and very few emit the weird cyber-glitchcore internet baby aesthetics the way she does. The cover art is stunning and references the series once again, and the Shirley MV leaves us with calming visuals that may remind you of Welcome to MY World by aespa, which spoke to the aespa x 4s4ki truther in me.
As I was saying, this album is what really rubbed her major progress as an artist and musician in my face. We’ve gone such a long way from the calmer EDM-pop antics of Your Dreamland, for example, not even to mention the synth-pop balladry in her debut Gender. Every era of hers sonically gets increasingly complex and intense and ethereal, and in every body of work she leaves in a bigger, more intimate piece of her. There’s just so much personality in everything she puts out and presents. She built her sonic and artistic identity from the bottom to the top and even as a fan for less than a year, continuing to witness this makes me feel pure admiration. Words aren’t enough to properly express how I feel about her art but that won’t stop me from typing up paragraphs to try to get someone to understand me on this. People have various opinions on 4s4ki’s experimentation and self-expression, however what absolutely nobody can ever deny is that she’s a true artist, visionary and one of the most skilled producers of this generation. 2023 brought her both achievements and unfortunately some hardships, and I sincerely hope 2024 is kinder and even more generous to her. (She’s not done with taking over the year yet! Stream her new single Continue and stay tuned for winter again coming Dec 15.)
Favorite track: Eleven.
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② Fountain Baby - Amaarae
I touched upon my adoration for water imagery on my entries for BB/ANG3L and Raven but as you can see from the title, Fountain Baby took the theme to an entirely different level. The analogy potential of water is infinite as the fluidity, cadence, calmness, riptides, uncertainty, contradictions of water can very well be converted into the multi-faceted human emotion. The same water that you’re dependent on in order to live can poison you at an overload, the same water that rinses your body and soul can drown and choke you up when contacted with the wrong places. Fountain Baby expresses various moods and states of mind not only through concept visuals, but more importantly by sprinkling water euphemisms throughout the entire record: “fountain baby, wash her, make it wet”, “water on my neck, come make it warm”, “water from wine”, “water, it mix with the substance” being prominent examples. Amaarae chats love, sensuality, materialism and lastly, meeting your maker in a way other than passing away. She defines a “fountain baby” as “a person with endless charisma, someone that is abundant in their blessings and ultimately a blessed child of God.” The universe Fountain Baby resides in is essentially rich, delicate, cloudy and raw.
While water is a consistent element of the album, it was far from being Amaarae’s only source of inspiration. She draws on ‘00s pop staples Timbaland and Britney Spears, The Neptunes, Clipse (sampled in Counterfeit), Janet Jackson, Missy Elliott and diverse genres such as Afro-beats, classic and contemporary hip-hop, Americana punk rock and dance. The melting pot of live orchestra, harps, baile funk, tire whirring, R&B-infused shiny Afro-futurism, Japanese folk song samples, Chinese bow violins, Arabic scales, gunshot and cash register clicking sounds, mid-song switches that make you feel like the main character of a coming of age movie, glitter and sax and guitars creates a record that refuses to be boxed into one genre or label. A “clever alchemist” and “a chemist who fuses world music” are titles that are deservingly given to the artist for these reasons. The record has plenty of variety yet the sequence all comes together akin to a satisfying crossword. It’s lucrative and shimmery but has its child-like, playful side that’s a natural result of Amaarae getting in touch with her inner 8 year-old during the cultivation process. The music videos are all different but inseparable approaches to the Fountain Baby-verse. The MV for the first pre-release Reckless and Sweet is based on editorials and has a silky luxurious look, with direct hints at the album’s concept. Co-Star, the second pre-release, casts zodiac signs as racer-models and fast cars come running around in a competition, keeping the high fashion coded color grading and filming style. The music video for the lead single Wasted Eyes is heavily inspired by the film Rush Hour and pays homage to Japanese culture about as much as the song does (it’s worth to mention the song is co-written by the iconic Crystal Kay whose speech you can hear in it). The intricacy and planning of every aspect of this era is pop music at its peak. With Fountain Baby, Amaarae finds the epitome of pop perfection without special dedication to seeking it.
Favorite track: Wasted Eyes.
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① Ambrosia (EP) - Namasenda
Some projects make your jaw drop from the get-go, some others grow on you with some time. Ambrosia crept up on me the longer I kept it on repeat, all the way to being my favorite project of this year. I already enjoyed Namasenda’s previous songs such as Black Ops 2, Demonic and the pre-release single maserati. As I later found more about the background of the project, how its concept came together and read the translation of the lyrics to rosa, my love for the it multiplied. Right now if I were to describe the EP in two simple words, they would be “ethereal”, “gorgeous” and “atmospheric”. These words are used with way more power than you may realize this time.
Sonically, the already unique artist stays true to herself but the execution of her vision is somehow… better than her previous work. north star and deathrow bby are unorthodox but celestial perspectives on baile funk, the former being a siren-like intro-lude that lures you in and the latter having a slightly haunting catchy Europop inspired jingle feel, serving as closer out of the 4 songs. maserati is a fresh take on polished but cutting pop, while rosa is a divine ballad that takes you to a dream realm. “Unconditionally here / I mean what I promise / When the sky is completely pink”, she sings in her home language Swedish, over the Casey MQ co-produced blissful synths. Maybe it’s executive producer Simon on the Moon’s musical genius (he’s also to be thanked for his involvement in Natural Brown Prom Queen by Sudan Archives), maybe it’s Namasenda unveiling a more authentic side of herself and therefore causing the music to be the most authentic version of itself. This authenticity drips through the production, the visuals and the lyrics. The stark contrast between Ambrosia and the jeweled, metallic, extreme meta-pop in her previous work, specifically Unlimited Ammo, opens up a conversation on the future of hyperpop.
Besides the heavy, detail-embroidered production, the focus of hyperpop was pretty much always exaggerating the artificial aspects of pop music, such as vocal manipulation, heavy bass, deafening drums, unforgettable melodies and shallow lyrics. How long could one use these funnily unrealistic musical personas before wanting to face themselves and do a deeper, more pure dive on pop? This I-D article on PC Music (the record label pioneering the hyperpop scene) shutting down concludes with “Perhaps it’s time to get off the computer and rediscover the personal.” Indeed, we can’t exactly reach a verdict on whether “hyperpop” will become just another fad or not, but moving on from simply exaggerating pop to expanding, beautifying and authenticating its sound isn’t an inaccurate prediction. 4s4ki and Namasenda (who, by the way, parted ways with PCMus before Ambrosia) are two of the artists that embody the beautiful, complex hyperpop-transcendent sound and experimental electronic pop music is in good hands thanks to artists like them.
To finish off this entry, Ambrosia manages to pinpoint exactly what I like to hear, both characteristics that I mentioned and things you can’t really put into sentences, only listen to and let them sink in. The production is some of the most stunning I’ve ever heard in my life, the EP is cohesive despite the short 9-minute run time, the visuals are simple but creative and the craft is passionate and genuine. Next time somebody asks me about the music I like, I’m sending them this EP with no further elaboration as it summarizes my tastes like no other body of work ever has.
Favorite track: rosa, it also grew on me the most drastically.
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Now to end this post, every year gives me brand new outlooks on how I consume music and the details I notice, the things I pay attention to. 2023 was filled to the brim with musicians offering their own outlooks on how they create. I’m keeping my eye on the masterpieces that will come out of 2024 and I wonder how my interests will transform with me next year.
Hey @nayeonline (special thankies for indirectly fueling my writing process) and @timetravellingkitty, I wiggled my keyboard a bit 😗
#keyboard.com#finally properly combining two of my hobbies: writing and music#this took sm longer than expected but I’m satisfied with the result#and DAMNNNN I really don’t play about 4s4ki…#going through more interviews was so fun though‚ I fell in love with these albums even more#lmk if this should be a yearly thing#namasenda#amaarae#4s4ki#kelela#tinashe#simona#lolo zouaï#aespa#flo#atarashii gakko
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Someone Else's Birthday (Kenjaku x Gojo Satoru)
Contains: rape, somnophilia, anal.
Hello! This idea has been in my mind for a while and I finally decided to write it. Hopefully it's as enjoyable to you as it is to me. I just love thinking about things from Kenjaku's perspective so to add in even more angst with Gojo deciding to drink with Shoko in an attempt to be with a friend and drown his sorrows was fun. Comment and reblog if you enjoy, lmk what you thought about it~ Crossposted to ao3 under the same name and shared to twt as kenjakusbrain!
Over the years, Shoko had adjusted to the walk home after a night out drinking. While her trips to the bar had become less frequent since the friends and coworkers that accompanied her had started dropping like flies. It was hard to have a good time as a sorcerer when new recruits just wanted to drown their sorrows. She generally resigned herself to staying home for a drink instead of going out.
So when Gojo had approached her and mentioned that they should go grab a drink, Shoko was rightfully surprised. Gojo actively didn’t drink and had vocalized his dislike for it many times. Surprised as she was, it didn’t take long for Shoko to realize why Gojo wanted to. February 3rd was always a day the two of them spent together, though usually it was just to grab lunch or dinner and sometimes talk about their youth. Other years it was a day where they just sat in silence, neither one of them willing to talk about why the person who’s birthday it was wasn’t with them.
This year was different, not even two months had passed since Geto’s death and it seemed that had put a twist on their yearly plans. Shoko knew Gojo well enough to know that his suggestion was a form of self harm. As his friend, the right thing would be to turn him down. Shoko couldn’t stop him if he wanted to drown his sorrows though, and it would be much better for Gojo to not be alone on a day like this.
That was how Shoko ended up with Gojo’s arm slung around her shoulder as she guided him back to his home. He had attempted to match her drinks, but straight whiskey was not the best drink for someone with as big a sweet tooth as Gojo. So double cocktails and more shots than she could keep track of made their way across the bar to the strongest sorcerer. If it had been anyone else, she would have been worried about his tab, but the only thing as deep as Gojo’s well of sorrow was his wallet.
Fortunately, the trek back to Gojo’s home wasn’t long. The hardest part had been keeping the larger man upright, but Shoko had plenty of experience lugging around large, dead weight bodies. She hadn’t expected it to be an easy feat with Gojo’s Limitless ability active, but it seemed that at some point during the night, he had either willingly disabled it or the alcohol in his system muted his abilities. Whether Gojo knew this would happen or not was beyond Shoko, but she was glad that she didn’t leave him alone and intoxicated without the veil he normally kept around him at all times.
Gojo’s apartment was always a surprise to Shoko, she never expected it to be as clean as it was. With Megumi and Tsumiki out of the house, it made sense considering the amount of time Gojo spent anywhere other than home. Closing the door behind her, she led him into his own bedroom, which was also nearly spotless save for the unmade bed. Feeling a bit tired herself she let Gojo drop onto the bed in a less than delicate manner. He barely responded to the rough treatment, simply groaning and pressing his face into his pillows. Rolling her eyes, Shoko left him and headed into his kitchen. A glass of water and some aspirin would be needed, even for the strongest sorcerer after the night he’s had.
She sat them down on the bedside table next to a small framed photo of the three of them in high school. Pulling the blankets up and over him, she made her way over to the window, cracking it slightly to let some fresh air in. There wasn’t much more she could do for him in this state, so she resigned herself to a short walk to the Jujutsu High Campus. It was closer than her apartment and it wouldn’t be the first time she’d slept in her office. Hopefully she would be awake by the time Gojo strolled into the school. She was a little worried that this could impact him negatively, but he was stronger than that.
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It wasn’t unusual for Kenjaku to keep tabs on Gojo Satoru, but he generally made a point to not get too close to the man. His plans hinged on a few specific things, and Gojo not seeing him until the moment he was ready with the prison realm was one of them. So it could almost be considered foolish for him to be in his current position, standing over Gojo’s bed as he slept fitfully.
Kenjaku wasn’t one to throw away his plans on a whim, but he also wasn’t one to ignore his own curiosities. He had known that the connection between his vessel and the six eyes was a solid one, but he hadn’t expected more than a normal mourning period from Gojo Satoru. What a surprise he had found upon entering Geto Suguru’s body, the connection between the sorcerers was more intimate than he had anticipated. Not only was this discovery inspiring for Kenjaku in regards to potential plans, but it also pulled him toward Gojo like a magnet. He didn’t need to be this close just to observe the man’s behavior, and yet there was no place he would rather be in this moment.
Observation from afar hadn’t been enough on a night like tonight. As he followed the two friends through the streets silently, not detected by the all seeing six eyes. Kenjaku wasn’t quite sure at what point he noticed Gojo wasn’t using his abilities, but he was sure the man was too drunk to notice him when he was pulled out of the bar, slumped over Shoko’s shoulders. Once they had made it back to Gojo’s home, he simply waited for her to leave. It was a gamble, they’re close, it would have made sense for her to crash on Gojo’s couch. Luck was on Kenjaku’s side tonight, it seemed.
The barrier he put up over the faint one surrounding Gojo’s apartment would undoubtedly go undetected by anyone other than the six eyes himself. After that it didn’t take long for Kenjaku to find his way in through the window that Shoko had so thoughtfully opened. That was how he found himself here, standing over the unconscious man in the bed. The strongest sorcerer, the greatest threat to his plans, completely defenseless in front of him. This would be the perfect chance to seal Gojo, if only his plans had progressed far enough. Since there was still work to be done that would have to wait, but there was no reason not to take advantage of the state of the man before him.
Reaching out his hand, Kenjaku traced his fingers softly along Gojo’s forehead, traveling down to cup his face. His skin was warm to the touch, feverish even in his unconscious state. It seemed the alcohol had affected more than just Gojo’s mental facilities, his lack of reaction showed Kenjaku just how unconscious he was. The smile that spread across his face was one of malicious glee, it had been years since he’d been able to touch a six eyes user like this. Granted the last time they had been far too young for his tastes, he’d just killed them and continued on. He couldn’t quite remember a time where he’d had this ample of a chance to prey on someone so strong.
There were few people in Kenjaku’s long life that affected him on a scale that caused him to regard them as an enemy of sorts. The six eyes was the closest thing, even if it was a one sided relationship, as they had no way of knowing the interactions their ancestors had with him. Even if they had tried to stop his plans in some way, it hadn’t been done out of a grudge but merely to keep the peace in their respective lifetime. Due to his own body swapping, he knew any incidents were seen as unrelated and prevented any awareness of him looming over their heads. Even if Kenjaku was always building to help his plans come to fruition, they were none the wiser.
That grudge of sorts was a large part of the draw he felt in this moment to defile the man before him. Kenjaku knew that killing Gojo would only set his plans back once again, so he’d use this vulnerability as an opportunity to get out some of his frustrations.
However, there was another reason Kenjaku felt so drawn toward Gojo Satoru, his vessel’s memories of the man were so bright in comparison to the memories of the other vessel’s he had inhabited. Their relationship had such a profound effect on Geto Suguru that it had burned itself into his very soul.
The hand that cradled Gojo’s face applied a little more pressure, gripping his chin and squeezing his cheeks together. The continued lack of reaction assured Kenjaku that he would likely have ample time to get out his own frustration and his vessel’s desires. Though the thrill of potentially ruining his plans just for a quick release amused him greatly. Regardless of what happened, Kenjaku just wanted to have some fun, it was his vessel’s birthday after all, why not celebrate?
Leaning down, Kenjaku pressed a soft kiss to Gojo’s unmoving lips. They were soft and tasted sweeter than he expected for someone that had been drinking all night. His tongue trailing the crease between Gojo’s closed lips, as if searching for some kind of reaction. Squeezing his cheeks a little more, Gojo’s mouth opened just enough for Kenjaku to kiss his way into it, tongue tracing along the roof of his mouth.
Kenjaku suppressed a small groan at the feeling of his tongue rubbing up against Gojo’s, it had been some time since he had been close enough to someone to kiss them. He didn’t often seek out intimate partners, so the sensations felt all too hot, especially in this new vessel. Kenjaku hadn’t quite worked out what parts of his newest body were sensitive, but the shiver down his spine told him his vessel approved of the action.
His hands left Gojo’s face, slipping down to take the blankets off of his body. The soft kisses he’d been placing on the man’s lips slowed to the slightest touch before Kenjaku lifted his face up. Looking down he could see Gojo was still fully dressed, not entirely surprising that Shoko hadn’t undressed him. Kenjaku didn’t mind though, he did like the idea of unwrapping his own present.
Sitting back, he once again took in Gojo’s appearance. The man had just worn a black turtleneck and what appeared to be the same dress pants he wore to the school that day. A simple outfit, but with a personality like Gojo’s, Kenjaku assumed he didn’t need flashy clothing to draw attention to himself. Especially the way the turtleneck hugged his muscles, it made Kenjaku want to open this present faster even if it did risk waking him up. He was nothing if not patient though.
There was no need to be too patient however, Kenjaku thought to himself as his hands drifted further down Gojo’s body. He didn’t want to waste the time that the six eyes would be unconscious on just observation, so maybe he did need to act a little faster. Deft fingers undid the button on Gojo’s pants, it didn’t take too much effort to pull them down either since there was no resistance from the man.
Kenjaku’s hands slowed to slip Gojo’s pants over his bare feet before dropping the clothing to the ground beside the bed in a messy lump. Perhaps to Gojo it would look like he had just become too hot in the night and pulled the clothing off himself. Pushing Gojo’s legs up to bend at the knees, Kenjaku settled himself between them. His face nestled right between the man’s thighs, mouth watering at the sight before him.
Gojo, to no surprise, wasn’t aroused. His cock soft as Kenjaku looked at it fondly, that wasn't what he was looking forward to though. Pushing Gojo’s knees up toward his chest revealed the man’s tight ass, the real present for Kenjaku. He didn’t have to reach too far back in his vessel’s memories to find a time where that cute ass was wrapped around his cock, he couldn’t wait to feel it for himself. The last man he’d fucked he had been in a woman’s body, so the interaction had gone much differently, this was a feeling he supposed he did miss.
Adjusting himself, Kenjaku moved forward slightly, closing the remaining distance between himself and Gojo. The hands that held up his legs slid down Gojo’s strong thighs just far enough to be able to spread his cheeks, revealing Gojo’s hole to him. Bringing his face forward, Kenjaku brushed his tongue against the ring of muscle.
He watched, trying to keep track of any reaction from the strongest sorcerer above him. So far there hadn’t been any movements, but with all the attention he was giving such a sensitive area, anything could happen. Slow licking turned into Kenjaku pressing his tongue past the tight ring, just before slipping it out and allowing his finger to enter slowly. Pacing himself, Kenjaku started working the muscle to allow for another finger to fit in alongside.
It was quite the sight, being able to watch this closely as he fingered Gojo and prepared him for his vessel's thick cock. He knew that it was something Gojo was used to taking, but he knew it had been some time since they had fucked. It shouldn’t take much more prep though, their bodies seemed to fit together so well if his vessel’s memories were anything to show. Thinking about fucking Gojo into the mattress in the body of the man he loved had Kenjaku holding back from grinding his hard cock against the bed for some kind of relief.
Kenjaku wasn’t normally the kind of lover to take things slow and easy, especially when his lust was fueled by the need to defile the man before him. He just wanted to avoid waking Gojo at all costs. So he slowly, carefully worked his fingers, making sure to not force his way inside all at once. It was almost hypnotic, watching Gojo’s body suck his fingers further inside. As he slid a third finger he knew that this was as ready as he would be able to work Gojo.
Gojo had barely moved during all of Kenjaku’s toying, the only indication that the man was still able to feel anything was his slowly hardening cock right in front of Kenjaku’s face. It seemed Gojo’s body, even when unconscious, was still very responsive to his ministrations. Slipping his fingers out of Gojo’s tight hole, Kenjaku slowly repositioning himself above the six eyes.
This view of looking down at Gojo, lewdly posed with his legs held up and ass open to him, wasn’t a new sight to this vessel. Kenjaku could see many memories of his vessel and the six eyes in this position, the only difference was in the others, Gojo was pleading for more. A very willing participant, in contrast to his still and unaware visage now. It did spur Kenjaku on more to see just how worked up his vessel could make Gojo, his cock throbbing as he slid down his pants just enough to expose himself.
Lifting Gojo’s legs a little higher allowed him to align himself with Gojo’s entrance, the head of his cock slipping inside with a small thrust. The tight heat felt familiar to his vessel, but having the six eyes wrapped around him was a new feeling to Kenjaku. Slowly he pressed his way into Gojo’s body, the preparation he’d done just enough to allow only a small amount of resistance. Bottoming out, Kenjaku felt his balls press up against the swell of Gojo’s ass. If he had thought Gojo’s face was feverish, the heat around his cock was something else, intoxicating even as he found himself unable to move for a moment. It felt so good to be buried inside Gojo Satoru.
Kenjaku slowly started fucking into Gojo’s tight core, each thrust measured to bring himself the most pleasure. Gojo’s body had been nothing but a toy to him all night and now was no different. The steady, deep thrusts felt like heaven to Kenjaku, it was as if their bodies were made for one another with just how well Gojo took his vessel’s thick cock.
Sliding a hand down from holding Gojo’s leg up, Kenjaku’s fingers brushed along Gojo’s now fully hard cock. It bounced with every thrust, begging for a little attention from Kenjaku. Even in this state Gojo’s body had still found a way to beg for his vessel, Kenjaku thought it was almost endearing. At the brush of his fingers, Kenjaku felt Gojo tighten around him, the sensation pushing him closer to the edge.
The new pressure felt too good for Kenjaku to want to slow down. He fucked into Gojo harder than he thought safe, it just was too much pleasure for him to want to drag it out any longer. Kenjaku’s hips slamming against Gojo’s ass as his cock was being squeezed so tightly by the six eyes. He was so focused on bringing himself closer to the edge that he barely noticed a small noise from below him.
Kenjaku’s eyes snapped up and away from watching himself fuck into Gojo’s body. He hadn’t noticed Gojo had moved, his hands up by his face as small whimpers spilled from his lips. The thrusts from Kenjaku hadn’t stopped, he kept his pace steady as he watched the involuntary movements from the man below him. Gojo’s eyes were screwed shut still but his mouth was open and panting, it seemed the pleasure was getting to him as well.
He knew that it was dangerous to keep this up with Gojo so reactive now, but Kenjaku just couldn’t stop now. Each thrust was harder than the last, reaching so deep within the six eyes he was sure the next one would wake the man. Kenjaku knew he was a few moments away from filling Gojo, he wanted to make them count. This was not the time for holding back.
Unexpectedly, Gojo’s body tightened around him like a vice, making it almost impossible to thrust without using more force. Kenjaku was too close to slow down, fucking harder into the six eyes body. He watched as Gojo’s barely touched cock twitched as it came all over his chest, some even reaching up onto the man’s face. Gojo’s eyes still shut as a single name started to fall from his lips.
“Sugu-” Kenjaku’s hand covered Gojo’s mouth before he could speak any further. Not wanting the man to wake himself up by speaking or ruin his own orgasm.
Fucking into Gojo’s twitching hole, Kenjaku felt himself finally snap, emptying himself deep inside the six eyes. He rode out his orgasm silently, teeth biting into his lip to prevent a noise from escaping. The blood pooled in his mouth as he finished, thrusts slowing finally. Kenjaku slowly slipped his spent cock from Gojo's body, quickly wiping himself on the bed sheets before tucking himself away one handedly.
Removing his hand from Gojo’s mouth, Kenjaku silently got up from the bed. Gojo had somehow still not fully woken up, his hands coming up to his own face again in some comforting gesture to himself. Kenjaku was almost tempted to wake the man up just to get more of a reaction to what he had done. He considered himself lucky that this risky plan had worked out, the post orgasm endorphins mixing with his pleasure at defiling the six eyes brought a malicious smirk to his face.
Kenjaku knew Gojo wouldn’t be able to remember this even if part of him had woken up while he was buried inside the man. He would have loved to see the look of betrayal and despair on Gojo’s face at the realization that he’d been used like this. That would have to wait, it would be worth it in the end to be able to trap Gojo and get a reaction out of him later. For now he was more than happy to live knowing he got to take advantage of the strongest sorcerer in the most intimate way, all with him being none the wiser.
Slipping out the window he’d entered and back into the cold, Kenjaku left quite a mess and many questions for Gojo upon waking in the morning. For him, it was just another way of adding confusion and chaos to the world around him.
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hi! i’m slowly getting interested in f1 but i don’t really know how to start. so i was wondering if you had any content to recommend (except for the races of course) to get into the fandom, or anything else that could help, really.. thanks :)
oh anon i would love to help!!! are there any drivers/teams you're already particularly fond of or things you want to learn more about? i feel like it'd be easier to narrow down content if i understood your interests better since it's really something you can mold entirely to your own tastes and there are a million different ways to Enjoy and Consume the sport LOL. tbh i call myself an f1 fan but i mostly just rep oscar and in reality enjoy junior formulae more as a whole because i find the process of getting to f1 more intriguing than actually being in it... so it's really whatever you make of it! i'll try to divide my notes categorically so hopefully that helps a little bit but lmk if there's anything specific you're looking for :') and as always apologies in advance for my rambling 💔
getting into the actual sport
having a baseline understanding of the sport is obviously useful but i'm not sure how much you already know so i'll assume you can find super basic info about how seasons and points work! if you want to delve just a Bit further then:
i think chain bear is a decent youtube channel for easy explanations on some technical aspects and little things you may not have picked up on yet that will help when watching races
drive to survive is of course Not Great but it can be a nice and quick window into learning names and faces, even if a lot of it is ridiculously simplified or overexaggerated. it's basically like using duolingo for learning a new language in that it should be regarded as a semi-reliable supplemental material readily packaged for convenient consumption. if there are specific drivers you're interested in you can always pick and choose eps to consume decent Background Lore for, e.g. you can just watch s1e8 if you're a sharl fan
honestly not to shill for official f1 media but i do think f1tv is a pretty decent streaming platform when getting into the sport... definitely not saying you should subscribe to it (if it's even available in your country!) but just as an aside and maybe for future reference i do believe it's very friendly for new watchers because live races have different feeds that let you track race data (gaps, tyre usage, granular sector data during quali, etc.) and it also lets you switch between driver onboards which can be cool. moreover it has pre-race/post-race shows, technical analyses, archives of past seasons, all the f2/f3 content, documentaries, etc. so it's a pretty complete package! although a good amount of stuff gets x-posted to the official youtube channel so it's not a big deal
if you like podcasts, i think beyond the grid is cool because it has a fun variety of interviews (current drivers, retired drivers, tps, engineers, etc.) about both past and current events so you can basically seek out whatever you're interested in learning more about. otherwise i don't really listen to f1 podcasts regularly because i have weirdly low patience for them compared to hockey, but my friend told me that shift+f1 does yearly primers so that could be something useful to check out! (here's the 2023 season preview, i haven't checked it out but i thought i'd link anyway)
keeping up with news
obviously an important part of fandom is trying to keep up with current affairs, so if you haven't already then i would of course follow the f1 youtube channel + twitter account (or whatever other social media you use), f1 nowadays is extremely effective at marketing itself so it's not like hockey where you're fighting for your life waiting for the unfunniest puck personality video in existence to drop every 8 months. not that all f1 driver content is necessarily funny but there's probably a touch more investment in maintaining the illusion! anyway.
if you use reddit then r/formula1 is honestly probably the best aggregate source of f1 news and up-to-date info, i don't read everything there but it's pretty useful and easy to navigate. plus sometimes when i want to cause myself irreparable psychic damage from something that already pissed me off i can venture into a 500-comment section to get my blood boiling even more... 10/10 would recommend
other than that it's really like — follow official channels for any other drivers or teams you're fond of tbh, i do have a few motorsports journalists in my twitter list but since i respect the fact that some people don't enjoy endless news spam i'd maybe just recommend chris medland if you want a succinct live feed during races for the moment? f1 journalism is kind of godless so you don't *need* to follow that many reporters on a whole.
driver personality content
unfortunately i'll be showing my age when i say i don't have a tiktok account but now that i think about it that's probably a great source of information because it seems like f1 fandom is thriving over there!!! regardless the official f1 youtube does have a lot of little driver personality videos you can watch to get to know them more, and again i'd recommend checking out official team + driver channels for more tailored longform content. for ex just from very recent mcl fan pov they have an unboxed series with behind the scenes of select races and also loads of fun minigame content; every team should have at least SOMETHING to nibble on but certain teams are definitely more marketing-savvy than others (aka big 3 + mcl) 🥲
official f1: f1 has a yearly series called grill the grid with just mini quizzes that all the drivers compete in, some are less interesting but it's overall not bad content. the channel has a playlist for the 2021 gtgs which includes the iconic sebvettel world champion video LOL... actually if you sort the f1 channel by Most Viewed there are probably some fun classic videos in there (looking now it's a lot of crashes but you can ignore those lol), like press conference highlights and other convenient top 10 lists. for a random rec i was just nostalgically revisiting the 2019 rookie of the year video and it was getting to me a little bit!
sky sports f1 will also occasionally have good interview/inside content that you can check out, a lot of it is geolocked though (same with canal+ content in france). but for example i felt so much experiencing this random alex interview from last week... he is truly guy of this world
fan compilations: again if there are any drivers you like then you can just search up their names and there will be a ton of comps with Funny MomentsTM, sometimes it helps to just pick a guy and see how you feel about him as you consume content because your true interests will organically develop and surface eventually... sorry i feel like i'm writing a manifesto on fandom in general which is definitely not what you asked for LOL. but like twitch quartet (aka charles, george, alex, and lando) have a ton of silly streaming highlights you can find on youtube, lando has a gaming company called quadrant that he does videos with which can be uhhh hit or miss depending on how much you enjoy Lad Culture, etc...
really it's so easy to get hyperspecific with content once you pick a team or driver so i'm not sure what else to recommend on a general level but that's what i've got off the top of my head! fandom definitely skews a lot toward rb/merc/fer/mcl so it's easiest to consume both video content and fic for them, but if you're willing to go trawling for interviews then you can really get invested in anyone... fandom culture also varies so wildly depending on how you follow the sport and which drivers you invest in emotionally. my closest friend is a "chirlie" as they say and it really is an experience rife with organizational trauma and TFW You're Beholden To The Stranglehold Of Your Legacy so that's always a great pick if you're craving maximum narrative evisceration, or if you're in it for the fic then you could literally just get really into maxiel, but i'm basically chilling in my land of rookie stonks and sit down to watch non-mcl content maybe once a month.
honestly i only follow like 3.5 f1 fans on tumblr because i'm objectively terrified by the size of the fandom HLSHDFLKH so i mostly consume things in a vacuum and talk to like one friend 😭 but there loads of cool creators out here and you can always find a few gifmakers/fanartists/etc. and just follow the rabbit hole from there!!! best of luck and hope this helps >__<
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so for my expanse verse, for mikkah over at @lifefcrged my general background for her is that she and mikhail had some sort of genetic disorder, some variant of something like lupus that makes the immune system extremely overactive, killing off good bacteria and bad, attacking itself, the bones, organs, etc. as time goes by. i'm thinking in this verse, they were earthers, but orphaned in some accident and they were put into the care of the state (planet); eventually they were transferred into a long term care off world facility where strickland was the doctor or one of the doctors in charge etc. they were off world and the hospital became their legal guardians, etc. so they were pretty much on their own, which is what strickland wanted in the first place as they were some of the patients he'd recruited for this study - the study being a precursor to what would eventually lead to his treatment for the unique autoimmune disorder that mei and the other children on ganymede suffered and in turn would eventually lead to him being able to create the protomolecule hybrids.
while his experimentation did end up with a long term treatment (though not cure) for mikkah and mikhail's disorder, the things that they endured were unethical and inhumane and far beyond what should have been allowed for any sort of human trials. while mikhail tried to tell people what was happening, during, and after she aged out / was released from the trial, strickland's reputation was near immaculate and his treatment of the majority of his patients in his normal care was so night and day from what mikkah claimed was happening that she was dismissed, slapped with a cease and desist and even threatened with lawsuits and potential prosecution for making false reports etc.
eventually she felt like she had no choice but to settle for a fairly hefty financial settlement that came with an nda attached. she used the money to pursue her own medical degree and receives a small ish yearly stipend to cover her own medical fees for continued medication and follow ups etc.
obviously, when the evidence of strickland's involvement with protogen, protogen's tie in with the protomolecule and then the creation of the hybrids & the use of children in strickland's care for said experiments, she feels a lot of guilt and anger for not continuing to fight to have him disbarred or to face criminal charges for his malpractice and inhumane / unethical treatment of patients.
p.s. if anyone writes strickland or someone that works / worked w/ him and wants to delve into any of this plot def lmk. and yes i should post this on mikkah but i'm tired and don't want to be bothered logging into the right account.
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why’d you only call me when you’re high
A/N: this spur of the moment fanfic is loosely based on a tiktok video by dabisjuicycums0ckk. enjoy!
p.s, i’m not sure who the owner of the gif is so if you do know please lmk and i’ll credit them!
also, a HUGE thanks to @runeterrankhaleesi for proof reading this fic for me!
The persistent vibration from your phone under your pillow disrupted your sleep.
Groaning, you flipped onto your side and pulled the blanket further above your head, hoping it would somehow block the vibration of your phone and allowing you to return to sleep.
Seconds later, the vibration stopped and you sighed in relief. Just as you were about to fall back into sleep, your phone vibrated again but this time, the action was small. This meant you had a message. Whatever, the person who was texting you at this ungodly hour can wait till the morning when you were awake and had plenty of sleep.
Your phone vibrates not five minutes later. Annoyed and the last bits of sleep had all but disappeared, you propped yourself on your elbow while your other hand searched for your phone under the pillow. Once you’ve come in contact with the rubber material of your phone case, you pulled your phone out and tapped on the screen.
Squinting at the harsh brightness of your phone, you waited until your eyes adjusted to the screen before blinking down at the notifications.
5 Missed calls from Dabi
The first notification had read.
Your heart skipped a beat but you ignored it and read the notification above it.
Answer your phone
Right now
Your breathing had become shallow and your heart quickened. Dabi was pissed. If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Dabi it’s that he does not like to be kept waiting. And, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his fury, you heaved a heavy sigh and called him back. Noticing that it was just a few minutes past three in the morning.
“Took you long enough.” His rough voice greeted you after two rings. “Why didn’t you answer?”
Rolling your eyes, you calmly replied, “I was sleeping.” You hoped that your groggy voice would somehow inform him that you were too tired to do whatever shit he wanted.
“Well, too bad.” Dabi scoffed. “I need to see you.”
Your relationship with Dabi was an odd one.
The two of you have met about a year and a half now after you had encountered the scarred man near the piers one misty, Monday morning. You had been near the piers to meet with one of the loan sharks you had borrowed money from to extend the payment deadline. You never wanted to be associated with such people, but unfortunately, being a teacher doesn’t pay enough. Even though you worked at a prestigious school for up and coming young heroes, your income from that school couldn’t help pay the amount for your mother’s heart surgery. The bank would take too long. They’d have to take up your request to a committee to determine if they could lend you the money based on your yearly salary and how long it takes for you to pay them back. That could take months, maybe even years and you didn’t have time to wait. You were desperate and your mother was in a critical condition- she could die at any moment.
Searching through the dark web, you managed to find a loan shark that was highly respected by people who were in similar positions like you. If you could go back in time, you would’ve stopped yourself from borrowing money from them and wait for the bank’s approval. It’s too late now and what’s done is done. You just hoped that the school wouldn’t find out about this and risk losing your job.
You still trembled in fear whenever you remembered the goon asking you if you had their money. You could vividly hear the slight lisp in his words and could almost smell the scent of his cigar. “You got our money?” He asked in greeting.
Pulling your jacket closer to your body to protect you from the harsh and cold weather, you shook your head at them, “I would like an extension please. I’m close to paying you back. I just need more time.” You pleaded with wide and hopeful eyes. You knew that these people weren’t nice. You knew they’d kill anyone who wouldn’t pay them back. Still, it won’t hurt to ask. Right?
Wrong.
With a snap of the man’s fingers, a foot kicked the back of your knees causing you to fall harshly on the wet ground with a painful wail.
“What the fuck?!” You cried as you held your leg that was throbbing in pain. You let out a hiss as fingers dug themselves into your hair and gave a rough tug, pulling your head up to face the man with the cigar. “I said I’ll pay you back!”
The man let out a chuckle, “Sorry, babycakes. Boss doesn’t like to wait. If you don’t have his money by tonight…” He didn't finish his sentence for you to understand that these people were willing to kill you.
“I can’t save two million yen in one day!”
The man simply shrugged, as if to say, ‘Not my problem.’ “You can rob a bank for all I care.”
“You’re insane!”
The man’s expression darkened and he nodded at the man still clutching your hair tightly. Before you could process what else was going on, the man’s foot came into contact to your side. You couldn’t even scream as the man continued to kick you repeatedly.
Never in your life had you wished you had a quirk than you did at that moment. Curse your quirkless nature and curse the fact that you were only a home room teacher who taught quirk theoretics. If only you had one of your students' quirks, you would’ve fought back and escaped.
Suddenly, you felt an immense wave of heat and heard horrifying screams from above you. The man suddenly let go of your hair, screaming in pain, as the blue flames enveloped him, eating his skin and burning him. Then, he collapsed, his body on the ground still lit ablaze by the inferno. Your breath hitched at the sight.
Turning to your right, you saw a young man dressed in a long leather jacket with a crazed look in his eyes as he turned to face the man with the cigar, a wave of blue fire came from his palm and surged towards the man, ending his life instantly.
The smell of charred skin wafted your nose and you quickly vomited at the disgusting smell of burning flesh.
Once you’ve calmed down, you wiped your lips with the back of your hand and glanced up at the deranged man looking down on you. “What have you done?” Your voice was shaky and your breathing was shallow.
This was bad. The two men you owed money to were dead. There was no way their boss wouldn’t find out about this. They’ll come for you and for that man with a fire quirk. And when you voiced your thoughts, the man just smirked. “I’d like to see them try.”
The glare in your eyes did nothing to diminish his amusement, “I can’t protect myself.” You spat at him.
He blinked lazily at you, his sapphire eyes glowing brightly. “Let’s make a deal. I offer my services to protect you-”
“I’m not going to pay you to protect me.” You interrupted him.
“Wasn’t asking for money.”
“Then what do you want.”
For the second time in your life, you wished you could go back in time to stop yourself from making stupid decisions.
Ever since that day, you’ve become Dabi’s sexual partner.
The two of you didn’t meet often, maybe once or twice every other month before parting ways and never having to see each other until Dabi needed you again.
Things were difficult at first. You had refused the man, almost laughing at the proposition. Dabi, however, had managed to convince you.
“You’ll die.” He had said.
And before you could say anything like I work at U.A, I have other people who can protect me. You remembered that the reason you were in this mess was because you had approached the loan sharks, borrowed money from them and had his goons killed. If the school found out...
The first night Dabi had called you was a week after the two of you had met. He had sent you the location to some cheap motel hidden deep within the city. Somewhere far from respectable neighborhoods and a place where no teacher such as yourself should be in.
Sex with Dabi was...an experience.
Dabi had a strict “Don’t ask, don’t talk” policy. You come, you get naked and you had sex. That’s it. He wouldn’t even offer to clean you up after sex- not that you were expecting him to, but he didn’t even bother cleaning up after himself either. Opted to wipe his dick clean with tissues before pulling his trousers back up and escaping through the motel window. Leaving the check-out procedure to you.
Somewhere down the road, things had shifted between the two of you. He’d call you more often. Your late night encounters becoming weekly rather every other month. His “Don’t ask, Don’t talk policy” had changed to “I ask, You answer”. And, instead of meeting at some shady motels, he’d spend the night with you. That happened when you had received a threatening letter which you instantly knew was from the loan sharks. The fact that they knew where you lived frightened you and the first thing that you did was call Dabi.
The first night Dabi spent in your apartment, he had scanned the entire place to make sure they didn’t bug you.
He had stood by the window, hidden by the thin material of your curtain, to keep an eye out for any suspicious-looking people.
Sleep didn’t come easy for you. Your head jerked whenever you closed your eyes for a couple of minutes. Images of Dabi lying dead on the ground with his blood staining your bedroom floor flashing before you.
“Hey.”
It took you a second to register that Dabi was sitting on the edge of your bed, his fingers tracing your leg that was hidden under the blanket, “You should sleep.” He whispered.
“I’m trying.” You mumbled in exhaustion. You could hear the concern in your colleagues’ voice the next morning when they asked about your well-being.
“They’re not going to hurt you.” His fingers were drawing random patterns on your leg, “I won’t let them.”
The softness of his voice and the way his fingers gliding up against your leg had managed to lull you to sleep.
This happened every night and on the tenth night Dabi had spent with you, you discovered that the man would stay up late, ensuring your safety, before leaving just before your alarm rang for work.
You had discovered this when you had woken up one night wanting to drink a glass of water found Dabi still sitting on the edge of your bed, his hand holding your ankle securely. The gesture did things to you; things you couldn’t understand. Not wanting to disturb the rare moment of vulnerability, you willed yourself back to sleep.
Even after Dabi had killed the man who was after you, Dabi didn’t stop his services. He no longer protected you, however, he still called you whenever he needed you to help relieve some of his tension. And somewhere along the road, you started developing feelings towards him.
Your newfound attachments crept up to you slowly.
There was a period of time where Dabi didn’t call you; didn’t seek for you in the late hours of the night. And your messages asking about his well-being went unanswered.
Don’t ask, don’t talk.
You craved his rough touches.
His deep voice calling your name and whispering filthy things in your ear that you knew you should be ashamed instead of feeling turned on.
The way he’d grunt and moan, his fingers holding onto your hips so tightly that you’d often wake up the next day with bruises.
“Y/N? Y/N?” The sound of Dabi calling your name brought you back to reality.
“Sorry.” You cleared your throat and inwardly cursed the fact that you were fully awake and had no intentions of going back to sleep. “What were you saying?”
“Open the window, I’m outside.”
To say that you were surprised that Dabi was outside of your window was understatement. He didn’t like to be kept waiting so it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that Dabi was already outside waiting for you. You wouldn’t put past him if he had been outside your window the second he started calling you.
After ending the call, you unlocked your window to let Dabi in and returned to sit on the edge of your bed.
Dabi had sauntered his way in, standing the middle of your bedroom, as if he owned the place- as if he owned you.
It pained you to see Dabi in all of his glory.
After not seeing him for months and worrying about him all that time, he texted you after so long, only for his selfish desires. Your messages of asking about his whereabouts and if things were alright were left unanswered.
It killed you that he ignored you like that, kept you in the dark while he was gallivant somewhere doing God knows what, while you worried over him that even the other teachers had taken notice of the dark and deep circles appearing under your eyes.
Truly, it was unfair.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” He asked with a sly smirk on his charred lips, “You’re normally so eager to see me.” And crept his way towards your bed and placed both of his scarred hands on either sides of your thighs, trapping you.
He leaned in and nuzzled his nose against your neck and took a deep inhale, his eyes closing at your addicting scent. “Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong and we’ll see if daddy can fix it?”
You lifted your hands upwards and rested upon his shoulders and pushed him away in annoyance.
But Dabi didn’t budge as his hands still caged you securely. Removing one of his hands from your bed, he cupped your cheeks and roughly caressed your soft skin. He had a glint in his sapphire eyes which reminded you of just how dangerous he truly was.
Slowly, as if to not frighten his prey away, Dabi leaned in and roughly kissed you.
Despite the kiss being languid, it was sloppy. Drool dripped down your chin as Dabi’s hand trailed from your cheek to your neck and squeezed. Dabi took advantage of your gasp and shoved his tongue all the way in. The metal ball of his piercing felt cold against the roof of your mouth.
It didn’t take you long to give in and ease into the kiss, shoulders sagging in relaxation as his one of his arms wrapped around your waist.
Dabi tilted his head and deepened the kiss in a certain way that made your eyes roll backwards in delight. It was an invitation for you to bury your fingers deep in his thick tuft of hair, roughly tugging at the dyed locks.
All too soon, Dabi broke the kiss and you almost whined at the loss until you felt his scarred lips attached themselves to your neck. His hand trailed up your neck then to your cheek and titled your chin upwards to have better access.
His kisses were fervent.
His tongue lapped at your neck and you shivered at the way his tongue piercing felt against your skin. The cold metal rapidly cooled your warm skin.
A broken moan fell from your lips as he bit your neck. Chuckling, he reattached his mouth to your neck and sucked with all of his might. Once he was satisfied, he darted his tongue and licked a long stripe upwards until his lips found yours again.
His tongue against yours.
His hand squeezing your neck.
The heat between your legs.
It was all too much for you to handle.
You’ve missed Dabi so much.
Missed the way he looked at you with mischief in his eyes before he would touch you. Missed the way he would grunt your name in your ear when he was close to coming undone. But most of all, you had missed how good Dabi made you feel.
A soft whimper fell from your lips when you felt a single tear roll down your cheek and make its way into the kiss. A single tear turned to two. Then three. Until they became so many that you lost track of them.
The kiss turned bitter as you remembered the suffocating loneliness you had felt the past couple of months when Dabi had ignored you. How you would clutch onto your phone and stare at your screen, waiting for Dabi to text or call you. At how it was arduous for you to fall asleep, disquiet over Dabi’s well-being.
The hand on your neck trailed to the back of your head and gripped on the locks of hair on the nape of your neck and pulled your head backwards. “What’s this?” Dabi asked, breaking the kiss.
Your cheeks glistened with tears still falling.
Dabi was staring down at you in disappointment. You felt ashamed and turned your head to look away from those alluring blue eyes. But the hand on your chin prevented you from doing so.
“You really went and did it, didn’t you.” Dabi sighed in despondency, his fingers tapping your cheeks. “You really want to give me your little heart. That’s cute~”
He cupped your chin harshly and forced you to stare in his blue eyes that danced wildly just like his flames. “But it’s not something that I want.”
“What about what I want?” You whispered, ignoring the way Dabi’s fingers dug deeper into your skin.
Dabi said nothing and instead, leaned in and kissed your lips again in a harsh kiss. And you allowed him to take control. To have his way with you and do whatever pleased him. Because the look of disappointment he had displayed earlier was unbearable.
Dissatisfying Dabi was far more important than what you wanted- what you needed from the wanted criminal. The last thing you wanted was for him to end whatever it was going on between you.
So you let him ruin you, taint you and make you cry in pleasure and dejection. Your moans were desperate, begging and pleading for him; For his touches, his kisses and for his name to fall from his lips.
And when he was done with you, his needs fulfilled and his thirst quenched, he silently left through the window just as the sun began to peak its way through the horizon.
When you step into your office the next day, your colleague Aizawa was there to silently greet you with a warm cup of coffee as always. Whether he had noticed the puffiness of your eyes and the red tint at the corner from all those hours of crying, he said nothing and you didn’t care.
Aizawa quietly watched as you lifelessly stared down at your phone. It was a known fact that Aizawa was the least sociable person in school, if not the whole world. So, going out of his way to interact with people was out of the question. Though, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy your small talk. Which is why he noticed the gradual shift in you.
The way you’d arrive in school with smiles and eyes twinkling brighter than the stars at night- How those stars slowly dimmed and died out one autumn evening, those orbs never leaving the phone in your hand. The way you’d tap on the screen to see if you had a new message or an incoming call.
It was difficult for him to not notice those dark circles under your eyes, darker and more prominent than his own. He wanted to reach out to you, to ask if you were alright but the emptiness in your eyes had him hesitating. He had never seen you so lifeless, so vulnerable. Just as he opened his mouth to ask you the question that was eating him alive- to know what had you so depressed, the first bell rang and he watched as you dragged yourself to your first class.
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hi babe🖤 my 1yr anniversary with my bf is on the 26th and last night i was like “on monday pick a restaurant you want to go to. it’s on me. and send me your list of things your wanting to buy so i can pick something” and he was like “um what’s on monday?” and i already kinda knew he had forgotten becuz he’s horrible at remembering dates and things. so i was like “smh nvm” and then he finally realized and he was like “ohhh i didn’t know we were doing gifts or anything for that. people actually do that stuff?” and i was like “um yea? it’s our 1yr. there’s people that even do it for monthly anniversaries but yearly is what everyone does.” and he was like “oh shit ok. well idk what to get you... i’m gonna have to go cheap because i’m trying to save up for a bunch of stuff rn” and like i knew he’s trying to save money but i was kinda annoyed by him saying that. for most of our relationship he would always buy me random gifts like he would randomly bring me flowers all the time, he bought me the new airpod pros when they came out as a surprise for no occasion, he bought me shoes that i had really been wanting, a gucci ring, etc. but he doesn’t do that anymore and it’s not the $ i care about but it’s the thought. it seemed like he was always thinking about me and spoiling me and now he hardly ever does anything like that anymore. and i can understand the date of our anniversary slipped his mind but i feel like it was weird of him to straight up say he was gonna go cheap. and i responded to that with “well idc about how much it is. it’s just how thoughtful it is.” and he was like “ohhh i can get a new chain for your tiffany necklace. that would be thoughtful” because a couple weeks ago he accidentally broke the chain of my tiffany necklace but i was like “um... your supposed to be replacing that anyway since you broke it. why would that be a gift?” and he was like “yea true” and then i was like “idk i feel like you used to try a lot harder like if you don’t want to do an anniversary or get me anything you don’t have to.” and he said “yea i used to be a lot better at gifts and stuff. now i’m just selfish because i want to buy so many things for myself and save all my $” and i just stayed silent becuz idek what to say to that. it just kinda seemed like he didn’t give a fuck that our 1yr anniversary was coming up or like he didn’t care to do anything special for it, when usually he’s the type that would want to do stuff and make it an occasion. i was just really thrown off by the whole thing and now i feel like i shouldn’t buy him anything? like maybe i should just make a cheap more personal gift rather than spending $? idk. i’m not trying to be snobby or say i want expensive gifts but it just seemed like he didn’t care and i don’t like that especially since that’s not how he usually is. sorry this was a long ass message but idk what to think or do lol what would you do??
I mean like he is being honest with you but still if he knows he's not putting in effort then maybe he should....??? I 10000% understand where you are coming from and honestly think you did a great job handling this situation. like what do you even say to that after your boyfriend admits hes being selfish? I think you should still get him a gift and stuff but maybe don't spend as much money as you would have. your right its not how expensive these gifts are, its literally the thought that counts. like maybe he is surprising you with something....?? i dont know thats pretty weird he is acting this way. lmk what happens on the 26th and what he ends up doing xoxox
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Starting a Mobile Locksmith Business
Perhaps the best choice I at any point made in my 62 years of life on this planet was to turn into my own supervisor in a field that is rarely dull, continually testing, and naturally fascinating. It was anything but an early choice. Actually it didn't become obvious me to enter this field until after I'd just gone through ten years as an expert picture taker. It came to fruition in an odd manner, the same number of fortunate things do. Yet, paying little heed to how it became, I consider that choice the one that made ready for me to spend the remainder of my working life in comfort and with a decent proportion of security Locksmith Montgomery I've since found that numerous individuals follow a comparable course, going to locksmithing simply in the wake of getting themselves miserable in different employments. I don't know how or why such huge numbers of find this specific business when searching for a fascinating profession. For my situation it was a characteristic movement from a somewhat extraordinary low maintenance profession I had molded for myself: That of introducing basic entryway watchers and doing this entryway to entryway. Ordinarily my clients would approach in the event that I could introduce deadbolts for them while I was grinding away, and in the wake of turning down cash twelve or so times I at long last got insightful and visited a nearby locksmith provider who sold me an introduce pack and a book of directions. From what I can tell, others run over this thought by doing Internet scans for home organizations, in light of the fact that eventually this qualifies accordingly in the event that you, as I do, force it to leave your home and structure it as a Sole Proprietorship. Regardless, clearly locksmithing has gotten a well known decision for a possibility at independent work.
In the wake of feeling burnt out on entryway to entryway selling (which didn't take long to do) I hit upon the possibility of cold pitching. I was all the while thinking excessively little, yet at the time I didn't have any acquaintance with it. Exercise Number One: Don't do this. I was doing it in 1981 or so when the shame joined to such undertakings wasn't exactly so solid. I'm anxious about the possibility that that getting individuals out of the telephone directory and inquiring as to whether they'd prefer to have deadbolts introduced just would not fly in the current period of fear mongering and business shams.
In any case, I owe to this time of tough times a decent arrangement. I got productive at introducing locks, rekeying locks, and copying keys. It was during this one year time frame that I searched together enough cash to buy a little key duplicator and furthermore a lock rekeying pack. I conveyed these things in the storage compartment of my vehicle and conveyed them into my client's home when required. I likewise bought a few boxes of the most widely recognized residential key spaces and when I'd gathered so much stuff my vehicle's trunk was packed and I was wanting for more space. Likewise, and generally significant, I came to understand that driving around in a plain vehicle and working out of the storage compartment was not loaning itself well to my validity.
Exercise Number Two: Start out with believability. Buy a little work van, or an enormous one on the off chance that you can bear the cost of it. Purchase signs or have signs painted on it. Utilize whatever loaning power you have, may it be with banks or with family, to find a trade-in vehicle and have signage made up, regardless of whether this is as attractive signs. Obviously this proposes you begin as an authentic business, and this is only my point. Make a name for your business (take some time to consider this, as you'll lose any believability you may at first increase on the off chance that you continue evolving it), have signs and structures and letterheads made up, and make a plunge.
There is, as well, the topic of lawfulness. This is a hard liable to field, in light of the fact that the legitimateness of working together starting with one purview then onto the next can vary generally, and even fiercely. It is officeholder upon you to do the examination and decide if your ward requires a locksmith be ensured, reinforced, or potentially authorized. You'll more likely than not find that authorizing is the key obstacle, and that is typically dealt with the marking of a couple of structures and the installment of a little yearly charge. Accreditation is something different. Not all purviews require this. For my situation I found that the state wherein I was then living - Utah - didn't require it. Nor was I required to be fortified, however I decided to do as such for the additional assurance (it is generally and inaccurately felt that holding secures the locksmith's client, while in reality the locksmith is ensured by the security).
Exercise Number Three: Do the schoolwork required to decide whether obtaining a permit to operate is all that is expected to build up your locksmith administration. One call to your state's Attorney General office will probably respond to that question.
When you have arranged a moderate vehicle and put a sensibly proficient sign on it, you should start equipping it. This should, and should, be done before you start publicizing your administrations in such a case that you resemble I was now you know close to nothing about the business and very little progressively about the work. We will attempt now to instruct ourselves. Locksmithing is in purpose of reality one of only a handful scarcely any callings left in this world in which conventional instruction is totally UNnecessary. I have addressed not many experts during my profession who got the opportunity to be that route through heading off to a 'locksmith school' or a school. This is positively not to state that a proper instruction isn't alluring. On the off chance that you can bear the cost of it, in the event that you have the methods, at that point by all methods take that course. This article is for those of you who can't.
The vehicle you buy will in huge part decide how it is to be prepared. I've constantly favored a full-size van (I've claimed Ford, Chevy and GMC models during my profession), however there are numerous locksmiths who simply love the Astro Van or Safari Van made by GM. These minivans are well known with a wide range of callings and are pervasive. You can without a doubt discover one in your value extend. In any case, the primary request of business is to raise a work seat that will give you however much space as could reasonably be expected. Best to have the seat on one side of the van and leave the contrary side for racks or capacity canisters. Make it durable! There is nothing more terrible than an unbalanced seat when you're attempting to rekey locks. Make it level for a similar explanation.
You'll require a force source. It is forgivable to string electrical lines until you can manage the cost of something better, however remember this brings down your polished methodology. A definitive is most likely having a RediLine Generator that runs off your van's 12V force. This isn't a force inverter, it is really a generator and it kicks out 110-115V force. They are superb wellsprings of AC force and you can even run a bank of fluorescent lights off one of these for your inside shop lighting. There are a few models to look over with changing yields, yet they are costly. In the event that you can find a revamped, that would be preferable. A decent inverter may work on the off chance that you can't bear the cost of a RediLine, yet be cautious. Some key machines (and you will must have one) won't run with an inverter.
Force now accessible, you have to begin with in any event a key duplicator on your seat and ideally, too, a great code cutting machine. The last is attractive yet a bit much before all else except if you intend to dispatch straightforwardly into car locksmithing, in which case you'll see it difficult to get along without one. We'll address that in a second. Key machines are practically difficult to track down utilized. You'll likely wind up purchasing a little HPC Speedex in light of the fact that they're essentially the most economical great key duplicator around. Hope to pay around $500. Best in the event that you remember this for your underlying credit. A key duplicator is bread and butter for any locksmith, versatile or something else, so don't consider firing up until you have one.
Furnish yourself with a decent rekeying pack. I've constantly favored 'all inclusive' packs since they accomplish crafted by many other keyway-explicit units and they are anything but difficult to utilize. LAB makes the best of these, no doubt. In the event that you have the space, attempt to get a metal Classic Kit. On the off chance that you don't, you can begin with one of LAB's Mini-Durex units or, better, the smaller than usual rendition of the Universal Kit (LMK-005 or LMK-003). You just can't rekey locks without one, and in the event that you get a Universal you won't be limited to keying up a couple of brands . . . you'll have the option to deal with them all. Don't have the foggiest idea how to rekey locks? Get a guidance manual on the Internet or at Amazon.com. They are accessible and this is one of the speediest locksmith aptitudes to get. While you're grinding away, purchase at any rate one fitting devotee, a couple of pin tweezers, and in a perfect world a couple of TruArc forceps. After some time you'll amass more rekeying devices however these basics are almost basic.
Indeed, even before I was bringing in cash rekeying locks, I was being called to open vehicles. In the event that you expect to publicize yourself as a crisis administration, you will need to take in this sort of rewarding work. Let me disclose to you now, this will be the least demanding cash you've at any point made. It is well worth learning the abilities required to open vehicles regardless of whether it implies putting in two or three hundred dollars on instruments and a decent manual. Lockouts, in any event for my situation, for all intents and purposes bolstered me for a considerable length of time. In the event that you live in a medium to enormous city, rely on getting lockout calls day and night regardless of whether you have just a little advertisement some place (a subject for some other time). There are numerous acceptable lockout units accessible on the web, to suit any spending plan, and the equivalent goes for lockout manuals. Do a Google look for 'vehicle opening instruments' or 'lockout apparatuses' and you'll experience no difficulty discovering providers. Is it accurate to say that they are lawful where you live? Again . . . this is dependent upon you to decide. The provider can't and won't attempt to police this part of promoting, as it is basically unrealistic. I'm not supporting the acquisition of anything that isn't legitimate where you live!
House and business lockouts are similarly rewarding wellsprings of salary for the locksmith, yet these require various aptitudes, various instruments. Here is the place it gets important to get familiar with the aptitude of lock picking - likely the most major
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Starting a Mobile Locksmith Business
Probably the best choice I at any point made in my 62 years of life on this planet was to turn into my very own manager in a field that is rarely dull, continually testing, and characteristically fascinating. It was anything but an early choice. Truth be told it didn't strike me to enter this field until after I'd effectively gone through ten years as an expert picture taker. It came to fruition in an odd manner, the same number of fortunate things do. In any case, paying little mind to how it became, I think about that choice the one that prepared for me to spend the remainder of my working life in solace and with a decent proportion of security 24 hour locksmith brooklyn
I've since found that numerous individuals pursue a comparable course, going to locksmithing simply in the wake of getting themselves despondent in different employments. I don't know how or why such a large number of find this specific business when searching for an intriguing profession. For my situation it was a characteristic movement from a somewhat one of a kind low maintenance profession I had molded for myself: That of introducing basic entryway watchers and doing this entryway to entryway. Ordinarily my clients would approach on the off chance that I could introduce deadbolts for them while I was grinding away, and in the wake of turning down cash twelve or so times I at last got shrewd and visited a nearby locksmith provider who sold me an introduce pack and a book of guidelines. From what I can tell, others run over this thought by doing Internet looks for home organizations, in light of the fact that at last this qualifies accordingly on the off chance that you, as I do, run it out of your home and structure it as a Sole Proprietorship. Regardless, clearly locksmithing has turned into a prevalent decision for a shot at independent work.
In the wake of feeling burnt out on entryway to entryway selling (which didn't take long to do) I hit upon the possibility of cold pitching. I was all the while thinking excessively little, however at the time I didn't have any acquaintance with it. Exercise Number One: Don't do this. I was doing it in 1981 or so when the disgrace connected to such attempts wasn't exactly so solid. I'm worried about the possibility that that getting individuals out of the telephone directory and inquiring as to whether they'd like to have deadbolts introduced just would not fly in the present period of fear mongering and business shams.
All things considered, I owe to this time of harsh times a decent bargain. I ended up proficient at introducing locks, rekeying locks, and copying keys. It was during this one year time frame that I rummaged together enough cash to buy a little key duplicator and furthermore a lock rekeying unit. I conveyed these things in the storage compartment of my vehicle and conveyed them into my client's home when required. I additionally bought a few boxes of the most widely recognized household key spaces and when I'd amassed so much stuff my vehicle's trunk was packed and I was wanting for more space. Likewise, and most significant, I came to understand that driving around in a plain vehicle and working out of the storage compartment was not loaning itself well to my validity.
Exercise Number Two: Start out with believability. Buy a little work van, or a huge one on the off chance that you can bear the cost of it. Purchase signs or have signs painted on it. Utilize whatever loaning power you have, may it be with banks or with family, to find a trade-in vehicle and have signage made up, regardless of whether this is as attractive signs. Obviously this recommends you begin as an authentic business, and this is only my point. Make a name for your business (take some time to consider this, as you'll lose any believability you may at first gain on the off chance that you continue evolving it), have signs and structures and letterheads made up, and make a plunge.
There is, as well, the topic of legitimateness. This is a hard subject to field, on the grounds that the legitimateness of working together starting with one locale then onto the next can contrast generally, and even fiercely. It is occupant upon you to do the examination and decide if your locale requires a locksmith be guaranteed, fortified, as well as authorized. You'll very likely find that authorizing is the basic obstacle, and that is typically dealt with the marking of a couple of structures and the installment of a little yearly charge. Accreditation is something different. Not all wards require this. For my situation I found that the state where I was then living - Utah - did not require it. Nor was I required to be fortified, however I did as such for the additional security (it is broadly and erroneously felt that holding ensures the locksmith's client, while in certainty the locksmith is secured by the bond).
Exercise Number Three: Do the schoolwork required to decide whether procuring a business permit is all that is expected to build up your locksmith administration. One telephone call to your state's Attorney General office will probably address that question.
When you have arranged a moderate vehicle and put a sensibly expert sign on it, you should start furnishing it. This should, and should, be done before you start publicizing your administrations in such a case that you resemble I was now you know alongside nothing about the business and very little progressively about the work. We will try now to teach ourselves. Locksmithing is in purpose of reality one of only a handful couple of callings left in this world in which formal training is completely UNnecessary. I have addressed not many experts during my vocation who got the chance to be that route through setting off to a 'locksmith school' or a school. This is unquestionably not to say that a formal training isn't alluring. On the off chance that you can manage the cost of it, in the event that you have the methods, at that point by all methods take that course. This article is for those of you who can't.
The vehicle you buy will in huge part decide how it is to be prepared. I've constantly favored a full-size van (I've possessed Ford, Chevy and GMC models during my vocation), yet there are numerous locksmiths who simply love the Astro Van or Safari Van made by GM. These minivans are prominent with a wide range of callings and are omnipresent. You can without a doubt discover one in your value run. In any case, the main request of business is to raise a work seat that will give you however much space as could reasonably be expected. Best to have the seat on one side of the van and leave the contrary side for racks or capacity receptacles. Make it solid! There is nothing more regrettable than an unstable seat when you're attempting to rekey locks. Make it level for a similar reason.
You'll require a power source. It is forgivable to string electrical lines until you can manage the cost of something better, yet remember this cheapens your polished methodology. A definitive is likely having a RediLine Generator that keeps running off your van's 12V power. This isn't a power inverter, it is really a generator and it kicks out 110-115V power. They are magnificent wellsprings of AC power and you can even run a bank of fluorescent lights off one of these for your inside shop lighting. There are a few models to look over with fluctuating yields, however they are costly. In the event that you can find a modified, that would be preferable. A decent inverter may work on the off chance that you can't manage the cost of a RediLine, yet be cautious. Some key machines (and you will must have one) won't keep running with an inverter.
Power now accessible, you have to begin with at any rate a key duplicator on your seat and ideally, too, a great code cutting machine. The last is attractive however redundant before all else except if you intend to dispatch straightforwardly into car locksmithing, in which case you'll see it difficult to get along without one. We'll address that in a minute. Key machines are practically difficult to discover utilized. You'll likely wind up purchasing a little HPC Speedex in light of the fact that they're essentially the most affordable great key duplicator around. Hope to pay around $500. Best in the event that you incorporate this in your underlying credit. A key duplicator is bread and butter for any locksmith, portable or something else, so don't consider firing up until you have one.
Outfit yourself with a decent rekeying pack. I've constantly favored 'all inclusive' units since they take the necessary steps of many other keyway-explicit packs and they are anything but difficult to utilize. LAB makes the best of these, without a doubt. On the off chance that you have the space, attempt to get a metal Classic Kit. In the event that you don't, you can begin with one of LAB's Mini-Durex units or, better, the smaller than normal rendition of the Universal Kit (LMK-005 or LMK-003). You just can't rekey locks without one, and in the event that you get a Universal you won't be limited to keying up a couple of brands . . . you'll have the option to deal with them all. Don't have the foggiest idea how to rekey locks? Get a guidance manual on the Internet or at Amazon.com. They are accessible and this is one of the speediest locksmith abilities to get. While you're busy, purchase in any event one fitting supporter, a couple of stick tweezers, and in a perfect world a couple of TruArc pincers. After some time you'll gather more rekeying apparatuses yet these basics are almost fundamental.
Indeed, even before I was profiting rekeying locks, I was being called to open vehicles. On the off chance that you expect to promote yourself as a crisis administration, you will need to take in this sort of rewarding work. Give me a chance to disclose to you now, this will be the most effortless cash you've at any point made. It is well worth learning the aptitudes required to open vehicles regardless of whether it means putting in two or three hundred dollars on devices and a decent manual. Lockouts, in any event for my situation, for all intents and purposes upheld me for a considerable length of time. In the event that you live in a medium to huge city, depend on getting lockout calls day and night regardless of whether you have just a small advertisement some place (a subject for some other time). There are numerous great lockout units accessible on the web, to suit any financial limit, and the equivalent goes for lockout manuals. Do a Google scan for 'vehicle opening instruments' or 'lockout apparatuses' and you'll experience no difficulty discovering providers. It is safe to say that they are legitimate where you live? Again . . . this is dependent upon you to decide. The provider can't and won't try to police this part of advertising, as it is basically unrealistic. I'm not pushing the buy of whatever isn't lawful where you dwell!
House and business lockouts are in like manner rewarding wellsprings of salary for the locksmith, yet these require various abilities, various apparatuses. Here is the place it ends up important to become familiar with the aptitude of lock picking - presumably the most essential
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