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Man in the Elevator [Office AU]

FEATURING : MALE STRANGER (OC) x male reader

As you arrive to work, you find yourself stuck in the elevator with a handsome unknown coworker. Unable to exit, a robotic voice from the intercom announces that to leave the elevator, you'd have to do the despicable. And with a total hot stranger?!

Dubcon, variation of sex pollen kind of fic, male oc x male reader

aftermath

Find out more under the cut!

What kind of porn scenario is this?!

The (h/c) gritted his teeth, tempted to smash the button of the intercom. "...I think someone is just messing with us." He didn't want to turn around, only glancing at the mirror to his left, the only big reflective piece in the small elevator.

A man, handsome (m/n) noted, stood in a nice, ironed black suit, a navy button up and a matching black tie. His skin was pale, spiky and short dark hair, his build strong and quite beefy. He'd look like someone you'd have a crush on at the gym. The expensive one you'd think twice before purchasing a membership.

Daisuke Yuichi.

(m/n) read his name tag as he sighed and crouched down on the elevator floor, hearing the man behind him trying to reassure him.

It was like any other morning, he'd wake up, get ready for his job at any normal office environment and arrive to work using the public railway. Although the normal elevator he would use in the lobby was unusable, scheduled for maintenance, and he opted to use the lower ground one on the west side of the building so he went downstairs to the garage.

He didn't pay any mind when a guy who looks richer than his office acquiantances waited for the elevator beside him and stepped inside as well. It was sudden when the elevator shook and went rigid, not responding when the (h/c) frantically smashed the button to open the elevator.

"To exit the elevator, please commit sexual intercourse with the person closest to you!"

The (h/c) felt his stomach dropped as the formal prerecorded voice rang inside the lift. A gasp escaped the stranger behind him as well. "Hey what the fuck? This isn't funny!" He kicked the metal doors, agitated but to no avail.

"To exit the elevator, please commit sexual intercourse with the person closest to you!"

"I...This never happened before..." (m/n) turned behind him. The good-looking man had a worried expression. "Can you try calling for maintenance? My phone has no line."

True to his words, the (h/c) could not call anyone for help, limiting his communication to the outside world making him feel more panic inside. "Damn it..."

Currently, every time they pressed any button whatsoever, the same message would repeat, clarifying that someone needs to fuck someone and (m/n) would rather not be involved. Well-

"I'm really sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable...I'll stop talking now." The stranger, Daisuke, really tried his best to reaffirm the (h/c) as he sat in the corner, as far as he could but (m/n) ignored him, too annoyed to even talk. It doesn't help that his face was a real beaut too. One of those gentle giants that girls would rave over.

"..." (m/n) didn't speak, annoyed at the whole situation as he remained his crouched stance, crinkling his suit. "Do you...work here too?"

The (h/c) groaned, Daisuke really was a chatterbox, either that or he speaks to calm his nerves. "If it isn't any obvious, then yes. I do work here." He snapped accidentally.

"Sorry. My name is Daisuke! Daisuke Yuichi." Hearing (m/n) respond made Daisuke's tone much lighter, smiling as he held out a hand. The (h/c) grabbed it and shook it lightly. "I know." "Eh? You know me?" "No. I read your nametag." "Oh..."

The ravenette seemed disappointed, (m/n) almost rolled his eyes. Was he supposed to be some hotshot or something?

"Can I know your name?" "(m/n) (l/n)." "That's a nice name." Daisuke's lips form a gentle smile, reaching his eyes. The (h/c)'s face was blank however.

"...so what's the plan?"

(m/n) squinted his eyes at Daisuke, who still had that polite smile on. If he had to describe this new stranger, a polite, neat, rich guy. Other words, a golden retriever, maybe?

"We wait. This can't go on forever." Daisuke pouted and looked the other way to hide his face. He mumbled an 'okay'. (m/n) was horrified. What the fuck was wrong with this guy? Was he ready to do the deed with anyone at any time?!

The (h/c) scooted further into the corner, burying his face into his knees. Waiting for the elevator to return to normal or when help somehow miraculously arrived.

Half an hour passed when the intercom suddenly announced that 'assistance' would commence.

"To ease the occurence of an intercouse, external assistance would be provided!"

(m/n) was screaming internally and screamed externally when visible coloured gas came pouring in from the vents. It was heavy from Daisuke's side. "Hey hey! It's okay. We'll be fine." The ravenette held (m/n) by his shoulders when the (h/c) was panicking and thrashing about.

"You're fucking with me right now?! This is absurd!" (m/n) wailed into Daisuke's hold as the ravenette immediately took off his blazer. He grabbed a water bottle and soaked part of his blazer and pressed it into the (h/c)'s face.

"Don't breathe it in. This will help." "What about you?!" (m/n)'s voice muffled against the damp clothing. He only noticed the rising red hue on Daisuke's cheeks and the flush on his neck and ears. He smiled apollogetically. "I think it's a bit too late for me."

The (h/c) blinked owlishly as he glanced at the feverish ravenette's crotch, his mouth screeching when he saw the big hard outline on his slacks. Daisuke sweatdropped as he slumped down against the wall of the elevator.

"Don't worry. I pride myself on my self-control. I'll just...ride it out." Daisuke smiled as he turned his face away, his breathing getting heavier and heavier.

(m/n) couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. He pressed the damp blazer further into his nostrils, the small space being filled up with the gas. He could feel himself getting slightly aroused, although notbas affected as Daisuke.

Said person only faced his body away, panting to himself in the corner while clutching his tie, pulling it loose. The ravenette closed his eyes, humming to distract himself from the growing fervour in his pants.

Daisuke felt bad for the other person in the lift, (m/n) that is. Such a handsome guy too. Wish our introduction was a bit different... Daisuke thought to himself, resisting to look at the (h/c).

"Daisuke..." "Yeah?" He croaked out. The aphrosidiac was really getting to him but he couldn't just pounce on the (h/c). What kind of person would he be then.

He flinched when a (s/c) hand grasped onto his shoulder. "Don't-!" "It's fine." (m/n) hummed, Daisuke's blazer was crumpled in a corner. The ravenette's eyes widened seeing (m/n) willingly inhale the stimulating gas.

"Why did you-" Daisuke went to cover (m/n)'s nostrils but the latter swatted his hand away. "It's...not fair for you. Besides, it's the only way we can get out of here right." The (h/c) straddled the ravenette, Daisuke's face becoming entirely flushed seeing (m/n) in his lap.

"We can do it." (m/n) mumbled, furrowing his eyebrows and glancing elsewhere. Daisuke stared at him for a bit before pushing his hips upwards, lightly grinding himself into the (h/c)'s crotch. (m/n) let out a surprise gasp as he clutched the ravenette's shoulders. He panted lightly as he tried to avoid Daisuke's horny gaze.

"....But I don't want to bottom." A vein almost popped on (m/n)'s forehead as he punched Daisuke's bicep. "FUCK OFF!" The ravenette laughed as he wrapped his arms around (m/n). "I'll do my best, (m/n)." He smiled up at the (h/c) who only nodded feverishly, feeling the lust fully taking over.

Daisuke pulled (m/n)'s waist down and began to rub their the (h/c)'s ass on his crotch, elliciting a few gasps from the latter. He could feel his nails digging into his shoulders which only drove his excitement further.

Daisuke unbuckled (m/n)'s belt, earning a whine and pulling his pants down. The (h/c) had never been so grateful that he was wearing nice briefs today. Daisuke palmed his erection, rubbing his thumb over the wet patch on his underwear.

(m/n) instantly pulled off his bottoms and hurriedly pawed at Daisuke's own pants. After their lower halves were bare, the ravenette slid his cock, (m/n) didn't dare to look at how big it was, in between the (h/c)'s ass, slipping and humping their bottoms together.

"Don't just- mmff! Shove it like that! Stroke it first- gah!"

"S-Sorry. Is this- ang ahh! Good for you- mmng!"

Even (m/n) was moving his hips, back and forth to reciprocate Daisuke's movements who was gliding his now wet cock under the (h/c)'s dick, balls and asscrack. (m/n) was confused on how the hell did Daisuke had that many precum as he stroked his own cock, ignoring the staring ravenette.

Everything felt hot and sticky, (m/n) felt every inch of his pores being pressed and melting. His body twitched against Daisuke's, his teeth gritting as he shut his eyes closed, relishing in this sinful hedonism. He flinched when he felt a spurt of wetness hitting his lower back.

"S-Sorry..." Daisuke clenched his teeth, clearly embarrassed of his quick ejaculation. (m/n) ogled the ravenette's face, scanning his reddened cheeks and long eyelashes. The world really did gifted this stranger with a good body and a good face. And the world gave this man to (m/n).

The (h/c) pursed his lips as he mumbled. "You talk too much..." He quickly jacked off his own penis, his hips stuttering when he came, Daisuke holding his waist in place. Cum smeared on Daisuke's clothed torso, littering his navy shit with milky white.

"To exit the elevator, please commit sexual intercourse with the person closest to you!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" (m/n) yelled at at the intercom, opting to throw his shoe at the button panel. He heard Daisuke chuckle as large hands began rubbing his sides up and down. "We don't have as much as a choice do we?"

The (h/c) slowly turned to see the smiling ravenette before scrunching his nose. "You're doing it from the back."

Hands gripped the cold metal railing, pants escaped from his mouth as it fogged up the mirror in front of him. (m/n) had long discarded his shoes but kept his long-sleeved top on. Daisuke had already unbuttoned his, well-defined abs, fat chest and his happy trail exposed as he pressed his crotch against (m/n)'s bottom.

Both of them were standing, the (h/c) bent over and holding the handrails of one of the two walls it was built in. Daisuke behind him, his large pale hands caressing (m/n)'s back, the latter slapping his hand away. It doesn't help that they just so happened to be in front of a mirror, fortunately for (m/n) it only showed their upper halves.

The ends of (m/n)'s shirt barely covered his behind, he felt Daisuke lightly touching it, Daisuke was thinking whether to move it but decided otherwise.

"Do you mind?" (m/n) looked up to see Daisuke holding two fingers near his face, his back almost touching Daisuke's bare chest. The (h/c) furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Why won't he do it himself?

"I've never done it with a guy before." "So?" The ravenette didn't answer, only pushing his fingers into the corner of mouth, (m/n) reluctanly opening his mouth, the gas influencing most of his decisions currently.

Daisuke began to rub his fingers all over (m/n)'s teeth, gums and his tongue prompting a gagging noise from the (h/c) as he rolled his eyes back. Instinctively, (m/n) began to suck on the thick, rough fingers, licking the padding before swirling his tongue all over his digits as knuckles knocked on his hard palate.

The ravenette's index and middle finger began to piston in and out of (m/n)'s mouth, dragging his saliva back and forth and encouraging choking noises from the (h/c). The bottom's eyesight was getting blurry and he glanced at the mirror to see Daisuke breathing heavily, his face flushed as he shoved his fingers down (m/n)'s throat.

This fucker is really getting off of this. The same could almost be said for the (h/c) who groaned as Daisuke finally pulled out, his fingers dripping with wetness and (m/n)'s throat felt raspy and sore. He flinched as cold fingers tapped on his entrance.

Daisuke tested the waters by gently prying (m/n)'s asshole, slowly pushing his fingers in as the (h/c) shivered. Sweat began to drip off of his face as he felt the ravenette behind him began caressing the inside of his hole, rubbing his walls and slowly pushing deeper and deeper.

"Mmnng just hurry up...please."

It was so teasing to feel the stranger trying to relax his hole by circling his fingers inside his ass. Clearly he wasn't lying when he said this was his first time with a man. "Patience is a virtue. I'll put it in soon." Daisuke teased (m/n) as he tapped his ass gently, the latter feeling heat rise on his face. As soon as they got out of this elevator, he's clocking his face.

Fingers pulled out and (m/n) sighed at the empty feeling in his anus but he heaved and immediately covered his mouth when Daisuke's tip suddenly impaled his entrance. The ravenette shivered as warmth enveloped his penis, he threw his head back and gazed at the mirror to see (m/n) but only found a shaking (h/c) whose head was facing the ground, concealing his expressions.

Daisuke frowned at that, wanting to see (m/n)'s face as he experimentally thrusted the rest of his penis in. He hissed at the tight hole, the (h/c) clenching down on him. The ravenette rubbed circles on (s/c) hips to calm him down as he felt the grip on his dick relaxing.

He let out a breath of relief as he gripped (m/n)'s hips and immediately pushed the rest of his cock in, hearing a muffled squeal from the (h/c). Daisuke grinned and took it as a green light, instantly thrusting in and out of his ass, moaning ardently. "F-Fucking hell. Haanh ha hah you feel so good-"

He took in the sight of his moving crotch and (m/n)'s ass colliding together, getting turned on more at the sight of his dick pounding into the squelching hole. The gas was too good at its job, precum leaking out of the (h/c)'s hole as Daisuke fucked into (m/n) harshly.

(m/n) cupped his mouth with his hand, not wanting to let out any lewd noises but having only little success. His thighs shook every time Daisuke's hips slapped into (m/n)'s behind. He could feel the ravenette's large cock pushing against his walls, filling him up to the brim.

Daisuke frowned at the (h/c)'s shirt as he pushed the fabric upwards, exposing a (s/c) back. A yelp escaped (m/n)'s lips as the ravenette licked a stripe up the (h/c)'s spine. The shock made him cum, semen squirting from his sensitive penis, spraying on the elevator walls.

The sudden tightness made Daisuke groan loudly as he stilled himself inside the (h/c). Unconsciously filling up (m/n)'s hole, the owner whimpered into his hand. "Urgh unh huh are we done-?"

"Required quota has not been achieved! Please try again!"

"Be so fucking for real right now." (m/n) groaned as he rested his head on the cool metal pole, he didn't move as Daisuke pulled out, liquid pulling out of his puffy hole. He could feel Daisuke's stare on his ass, he wiggled away when Daisuke began to poke into his drippy anus with his index finger.

Another wave of aphrosidiac poured into the lift from the vents, making (m/n) wanting to pull his hair out. What kind of sick pervert is making us do all of this??

"So."

The (h/c) let out a noise of shock as Daisuke suddenly hugged him close, pushing him against the mirror and the metail rail. "Can I do more than the back?" He smiled, blinking at (m/n) who stared at him in absurdity. The audacity??

Daisuke remained nonchalant, blinking his black eyes up at (m/n), his long lashes fluttering against his smooth white skin.

"...Fine."

Maybe (m/n) regretted saying that. Daisuke went on for so long, pushing him further up the wall, bringing up his left leg to push it against (m/n)'s chest. Exposing his puckered hole, the ravenette pushed in again, thrusting like a wild animal moaning like crazy in the (h/c)'s ear.

(m/n)'s leg was shaking, struggling to hold himself up on his tippy toes as he endured Daisuke's slams, covering his mouth again. The (h/c) shivered when Daisuke lapped his tongue at his ear, licking the shell and teasing him. He could feel cum from the previous round leaking down his leg.

"Don't cover your mouth please." The ravenette kissed (m/n)'s neck. "I want to hear you. Your voice." Daisuke pressed his lips on his jaw. "Please." He begged the (h/c), fucking himself in deep and slow earning a muffled whine.

His hand trembled before he hesitantly uncovered his mouth, Daisuke's face visibly lit up as he began to pound harder. (m/n)'s high pitched moans drawn out longer with each thrust. His hips shuddered when he felt a hand stroke his cock, pushing his precum out from the base of his dick.

His head was hot, everything felt hot, like he was smothered by a thick layer of warm air. And that warm air was causing him to these sinful things, well that's exactly what's happening.

(m/n) didn't even realised when they both had cummed. Only when Daisuke pulled himself back and began fingering his hole to get his attention. "Mmngg angh ah hn-!" "That's it. Thaaaaat's it."

Daisuke drew out his voice, whispering praise into (m/n)'s ear as he fished his semen in the tight entrance, rubbing his gummy walls. It was either the aphrosidiac had a love spell embedded into it or Daisuke was really attractive. The (h/c) took in his features, his sharp nose, round eyes and nice plump lips.

(m/n) felt like kissing the ravenette. He shook himself sober when he realised he was leaning into Daisuke's face, the latter disappointed when he pulled away.

It's fine if (m/n) doesn't feel like kissing him, Daisuke does. And he'll coax him using sex!

"Required quota has not been achieved! Please try again!"

The next few scenes were a blur to (m/n). All he could remember was that the gas was the thickest for the next hour, and he was moved into all sorts of positions. Daisuke fucked him up a wall, his arms under his knees as he held up the (h/c) like a champ, his muscles sweating as he teared off the rest of his clothing, exposing his bare body to (m/n).

His thrusts began to increase as well, the lust seeping in their veins were at its maximum as they fucked like wild animals in the small elevator. (m/n) whined for more by spreading his legs, biting on Daisuke's neck, nibbling on his skin and leaving marks all over his flushed neck.

Cumming into the (h/c), Daisuke pushed his thighs against the wall, fully spreading (m/n) open, the rim of his hole stretched as it throbbed around the ravenette's dick, massaging it and swallowing it whole. (m/n) no longer held back his voice, openly crying and moaning like a bitch in heat, fully accepting the gas into his system. Daisuke did a long time ago.

The ravenette breathed in (m/n)'s scent in his neck, inhaling before hovering over the (h/c)'s neck with his lips, experimentally kissing it all over. (m/n) bit his lower lip, gazing at the ravenette as he was still held in an embarrassing exposed position.

A pink tongue pressed against (m/n)'s Adam's apple, lapping it up with spit as he bit the skin with his fangs, breaking it. The (h/c) squirmed, mewling in Daisuke's hold. "Stop teasing me..." He muttered, his gaze elsewhere.

Black eyes scan (m/n)'s face before his right hand softly pulled his chin to make eye contact. Daisuke carefully leaned forward, his breath mixing in with (m/n)'s as he leaned in closer and closer, the tips of their noses touching. The (h/c) peered, his eyes moving left and right before stopping, gently blinking as he stared at the face in front of him.

Slowly, Daisuke's face moved lower, his lips brushing against (m/n)'s before full-on pressing them together. The (h/c) closed his eyes, relishing in the soft kiss as he felt his body relaxed in Daisuke's hold.

A swipe at his teeth and (m/n) opened his mouth, Daisuke eager to tie their tongues together, mashing them and coating them with saliva. Drool seeped out of the corner of Daisuke's mouth, he shoved his tongue against (m/n)'s gums, teeth and his palate.

They both ignored the announcement of the intercom as Daisuke lowered them to the floor. (m/n) wrapped his arms around the ravenette's neck, pulling him in closer and Daisuke tilted his head to obtain more access to the (h/c)'s delicious mouth.

The mood changed instantly, even with the gas dissipating, they were still going at it, both on their knees and Daisuke thrusting up into (m/n)'s bottom as he stationed himself behind the (h/c) whose top had been pulled off by Daisuke, exposing his chest. (m/n) moved himself as well, bouncing against Daisuke's thighs, impaling himself over and over, his head turned behind as he continued making out sloppily with the ravenette.

Passionate gasps tore through the small space of the elevator, especially from the (h/c) every time Daisuke thrusted a little too harsh, driving the tip of his cock into the bundle of nerves that drove (m/n) insane, making him see stars just from that small wet touch. Daisuke couldn't stop cumming in (m/n)'s ass. It was so addicting. It wasn't much different from a woman's but (m/n) was so incredible in his eyes.

Fingers rubbed and twisted (m/n)'s nipples, making the latter broke contact from Daisuke's face, a string of spit breaking as the (h/c)'s body shivered when the ravenette pressed his fingers harder. (m/n) jerkily shoved his ass down, tightening himself on Daisuke's cock, the ravenette gasped out and buried his face into the (h/c)'s shoulders as he immediately spilled cum in (m/n)'s already filled hole.

White semen dripped out onto the floor beneath them, (m/n) moving up and down shallowly on Daisuke's cock, teasing him. The (h/c) wanted more. Daisuke was close to passing out. Tiredly, he fell backwards, lying on the tile floor of the elevator. (m/n) whined as he turned around and crawled over the ravenette.

"Mmm are you done already?" (m/n) complained feverishly. Daisuke's cock was still hard, aphrosodiac working overtime but the owner could barely feel his hips anymore. "...I'm sleepy." He croaked out to which (m/n) frowned.

Daisuke flinched when he felt a tongue swiped across the bulb of his cock. (m/n) ran his tongue up until he reached the tip, sucking on the precious mushroom, licking the slit fervently. He released with a pop as he straddled the ravenette.

Nodding eagerly, he cried out for the (h/c) when his dick was enveloped in a plush warmth. (m/n) grinned lewdly, moving his hips side to side, clearly enjoying the joystick in his ass before he propped himself up with his hands and began to bounce on Daisuke's large cock.

His loud moans resonated in the small space as he threw his head back in pleasure, using Daisuke's penis like a warm dildo. Eyes twitching, his face was covered in sweat, his chin coated with a thin layer of drool and his anus was painted with thinning precum over and over again.

Daisuke's hands reached behind (m/n) and squeezed his plump ass, massaging and pulling at those soft cheeks. He slapped the (h/c)'s butt, earning a whorish moan, as he shamelessly thrusted himself up into (m/n). "C'mon- mmff! Just a bit more- mnggahh!"

Slaps of wet skin reverberated faster as Daisuke continuously smacked the (h/c)'s ass, rubbing his palm over the spot before hitting it again. (m/n) rode the ravenette harder, pressing down harshly, feeling the pit in his stomach burn intensely as he brought his hips up to clench on Daisuke's tip. Repeating the same motion for god knows how long before he came, squirting watery semen on Daisuke's abs.

The ravenette moved his hands to (m/n)'s hips, holding him in place as he pounded up into the (h/c)'s asshole from below, riding out (m/n)'s orgasm who cried out from overstimulation. He groaned and focused on chasing his own high as he slammed himself in and out of (m/n) until he felt himself tipping over the edge.

Daisuke came one last time, although his cum gushed out halfway through his thrust but he persevered and continued humping the (h/c) all while cumming for ten seconds straight.

Both paused, catching their breath before (m/n) collapsed on top of Daisuke, the latter wrapping his arms protectively around the (h/c) as he adjusted himself, making sure he pulled out and patted the (h/c)'s head before promptly passing out on the elevator floor.

(m/n) was still awake, his hands laying on Daisuke's chest as he stared at nothing, his mind blank and his balls empty, although his ass was filled. His eyes widened as he heard the familliar 'ding' of an elevator as he turned back to see the doors opening, revealing the garage they had came from earlier.

"Daisuke wake up! It's open!" He shook the ravenette in an attempt to wake him up but the latter only groaned and continued to remain in his dreamless slumber. (m/n) frowned as he hurriedly pried himself away Daisuke's strong hold.

He quickly dressed himself to the best of his abilities and donned on Daisuke's clothes onto the ravenette, not wanting him to get caught in a naked manner. Fixing his shoes, he collected himself and avoided the wet spots and quickly exited the elevator, wincing in every two steps he took.

With a final glance back to Daisuke, (m/n) hurriedly left the area, reminding himself not to use that same elevator ever again.

"(m/n)! Someone's looking for you."

The (h/c) looked up from his cubicle as he stood and approached his supervisor, the one who had called for him earlier. It had been two days since the incident. (m/n) lied to his boss, saying that he had overslept and took a sick day the next morning, not wanting to run into any weird shenanigans ever again. Especially the ravenette.

He tried asking his coworkers about some mysterious lift that's possessed by a sex demon but all he received was recommendations to a psychologist.

Stepping into a meeting room, guided by his supervisor, he was ushered inside and was immediately left alone, not noticing the other person in the room. "Hey! What's that for?" (m/n) pulled the door knob, knocking on the wooden surface.

"It's for me. I asked them to."

(m/n) froze, remembering the familliar voice. The voice he fucked two days ago in that really weird elevator. The same person he left alone, lying on the floor in a desperate attempt to save his own face.

"It wasn't hard to convince my father to search for you, you might know him. He's the CEO after all." Daisuke shrugged, playfully pulling the (h/c)'s tie, twirling it around his finger. He paused and smiled at (m/n).

"I miss you."

The (h/c) didn't know what to say and he opted to turn himself back around, not facing the ravenette as he tugged on the knob much more aggresively. Daisuke laughed as he pulled (m/n), who screeched and squirmed, into a hug.

"I wanna take you out, (m/n)! Even though we already skipped a couple of steps, I'd love for us to go on a date."

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

Oml i love it if the reader is a tad bit sassy or just an untouchable (not shy) beauty HEHE

OR WHEN LIKE THE TOP MOANS??? LIKE U WAN ME THAT BAD?? HEHEHHEEH

this the same daisuke that was in my ybc gangbang fic btw hoho and by Office AU means that this is not their official like storyline that i want, it's just an AU where they fucked in a horny elevator

I would describe Daisuke Yuichi as someone who's rich AF, daddy's boy (as in father is so protective of him), nice and polite (although everyone has a dark side 😉), kinda needy and demanding but in a "i dont want to say it so im just hinting it until u say yes" kinda way. The only character i would describe that looks like him the most (hair term) is kashima yuu💀. I hope u look forward to see him more!

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Bad Blood • pt. I

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

➸ summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, you find it difficult to let go of the past. Your trauma lies deeper than you think. When when you meet somebody who understands your pain, your journey of self-discovery and healing begins to set sail. For once, everything in your life seems to click.

➸ warnings/notes: reader is of romanian descent, afab! reader, mentions of trauma, descriptions of death and traumatic events, profanity, friends to lovers trope, hurt/comfort, eventual smut (18+), trauma bonding, eventual mutual pining, mentions of the golden trio being dicks for the sake of the story

word count: 1.9k

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THE TRAIN TO Hogwarts screeched against the rusty rails, bumping along the coast. I looked outside the window, staring down below. The waves crashed into the pillars that were holding the railway up, and I almost shook with discomfort at the thought of it breaking.

I felt someone's arm link through mine, gently resting their head on my shoulder. Looking down, I noticed it was Ginny. Her ginger curls were swept back into a ponytail, but her hair tickled me nonetheless.

"I can't wait to start our first year," she said.

Hermione hummed in agreement as she studied me somewhat intensely. She could read people like the back of her hand - it was something that always both annoyed and comforted me. I knew that she would always be there for me, but I could also never hide anything from her.

"How about you?” asked Hermione to which Ginny lifted her head to look at me.

I shrugged and looked to the side.

Harry and Ron had fallen asleep ages ago. Ron's snores merged with the various other noises inside the train, and it had long became background noise. Harry's glasses were askew on his head - Ginny adjusted them before looking back at me to hear my response.

"Nervous, honestly," I said plainly.

I didn't want to tell them just how anxious I was about starting college. About how I was scared because I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life - how I felt like I was miles behind all of my friends. How I didn't feel like I belonged.

Hermione was smart and kind - she had ambition and was the most empathetic person I knew. Ginny was brave, beautiful and she knew she wanted to pursue Quidditch professionally since she was 14. Harry and Ron wanted to be Aurors, and Fred and Weasley had opened their joke shop since before we even graduated.

Me? I didn't even know who I really was. Sure, I knew I was a Slytherin - and that I was pretty good at potions. Besides that I had no clue about where I wanted to be in life.

I didn't even feel like I fit in with my own friends, let alone a whole college full of people with ambitions and goals. With real, true goals.

Hermione always reassured me that I was still young and I had ages ahead of me to figure it all out. Yet when everybody around you is already at the stage of growing up and moving on, its hard to believe that.

I knew I was only 18 but that fact provided little comfort to me.

"Ron, Harry. Get up!" shouted Hermione as she pulled on her robes in the unstable carriage. We had arrived outside of Hogsmeade station, the yellow lights of the street lamps illuminating the black abyss of the water before us.

We all walked onto the platform, Harry yawning as he tried to press his unruly hair flat down. He always had messy hair. It grew impossibly fast even when he cut it. At some point he gave up and just let it grow; which led us to now, as his hair almost reached his shoulders. Ron had followed in his footsteps, letting his mane grow out, too. Their matching shoulder-length curls was just one of many things that they shared in common.

A giant of a man trodded his way forwards, introducing himself as Rubeus Hagrid, Groundskeeper of Hogwarts. His long beard was frizzy, long, and dark - but not as long as the hair on his head. He could give Harry a run for his money.

Self-rowing boats made their way towards us, the darkness of the lake being broken every once in a while by the ripples of the oars.

"Four to a boat! Move on, move on," said Hagrid.

All five of us looked at each other before glancing at the boat. I honestly didn't mind being alone, so I wrapped my robe around my shoulders before nodding at my friends. Ron asked if I was sure, offering to give me his seat.

"It's okay. I'll see you guys inside."

I walked a little further to where an almost full boat floated in the water. Three boys sat inside, arguing about seemingly nothing. I heard a few names like Blaise and Pansy, whom I remembered being in my class in secondary school. They were fellow Slytherins.

Their conversation suddenly halted, and I felt their eyes on me as I neared them.

"Sorry to interrupt - but can I sit here?"

I saw one of them shift to the side a bit more, making space for me. He looked slightly familiar, but I figured he must have just been someone I passed in the hallways in our old school.

"Sure, hop on," he said.

I climbed into the wooden vehicle, jolting forwards as it began to move. A hand came to grip my wrist, gently pulling me back so I didn't tumble into the water. I pulled my hand away as I sat down, my eyes meeting his.

The moonlight shone beautifully against his skin. I vaguely felt like I knew him, but I wasn't quite sure of his name. Maybe it was Matthew, or Matthias - or was it just Matt?

"Thanks," I said. His eyes were almost as dark as the night sky, his features sharp but gentle. With the little amount of his face that I could make out in the pitch black of the night, I came to the conclusion that he was attractive. Realizing that we were just staring at each other, I looked away from him quickly, opting to stare at the castle that we were rapidly approaching.

"So..." came the same voice from beside me. "I'm Enzo."

Lorenzo Berkshire. Of course.

My breathing halted for a moment. I knew I recognized him. Our parents had been friends for as long as I can remember. Up until our 3rd year of secondary school we had been best friends - that is, before our parents had gotten into a huge fight and we drifted apart.

His parents had gotten caught up in the war - becoming Death Eaters in order to protect their son. My parents were having none of it. I was advised to never speak to him again; something about how he would 'become just like his parents'.

But Voldemort was dead - and so were Enzo's parents, along with half of the Slytherin population's families too. The past was in the past. There was no use in dwelling on it.

"Ah. Berkshire, right?" I asked. His eyes shot up in surprise.

"You know me?"

I laughed lightly as I looked towards him. Maybe I had changed a lot since we last spoke - it made sense that he didn't realize who I was. I barely recognized him either. We hadn't spoken in almost 4 years.

"You don't remember me? Sunt ofensat!"

The other two boys had an intrigued look on their face as they watched me and Enzo's interaction.

Enzo's already wide eyes lit up at my words. We always spoke Romanian to each other - we called it our secret language. Even though it's a common language, most of the wizarding world in England were not foreigners.

"Oh my God! Y/N?"

I smiled as I noticed the recognition in his eyes.

Our families were one of the only well-know Romanian families in the wizarding world, so it was no surprise that we had grown close when we were young. I felt bad that we couldn't spend more time together during our last years of school. Those were hard times - especially for him. I only wish I could've been there to help.

During the war I remember that I had ran to find him. He betrayed his parents to fight alongside us, against the Death Eaters - I was afraid he'd been killed. It was a tough time for everyone, but I could never forget the look on his face that day.

However, I didn't want to think about that right now.

His arms came to encase themselves around me. I forgot just how affectionate of a person he was. My arms came to rest under his, hugging his torso tightly as my chin landed on his shoulder.

"Okay. What the fuck?" said one of the other boys.

Enzo pulled away from me, smiling.

"Remember my childhood best friend I told you about? This is her," he beamed.

I put my hand out for them to shake. They introduced themselves and Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle. My heart slightly stuttered at the sound of his surname, the memories of what his father did swirling in my mind.

I wondered how Dumbledore ever accepted him here, but I tried to push the thought out of my head. No use in overthinking it right now. If I never judged Enzo for his family, I figured I should give Mattheo the same chance to prove himself.

And anyway, if someone as kind as Enzo was friends with him, how bad could he be? Sure I hadn't talked to him in years but I would always harbor trust for the boy. We had been through thick and thin together. You could even say we had even been through hell, literally.

"I didn't know you talked about me," I joked, nudging Enzo's shoulder.

He grew flustered as he tried to dig himself out of the hole. Mattheo had an amused look on his face as he smirked at Enzo's nervous attempts at covering up his words.

He looked over at me, the devilish smile still plastered on his face.

My eyes trailed along his cheekbones and jawline, eventually resting to stare at his plump lips. For someone whose father was the most evil wizard of all time; he sure was hot - and also surprisingly nice, I came to find out.

Apparently after Enzo and I had stopped being friends, Mattheo and Theo took him under their wing. They included him in their friend group, inviting him out to parties. That was nice to hear - he was quite antisocial when we were younger. He seemed better now.

We had already arrived at the castle when Mattheo's eyes finally dropped from mine. His gaze seemed to find mine during every conversation, whether he was speaking or not. The dark brown orbs seemed to stare at me intensely, no matter what I was doing. I could feel them on me even when I wasn't looking, and when I was, he never shifted his gaze.

It felt like a contest of who would look away last - and I won.

"Alright I should go meet my friends for the sorting ceremony," I said as I clambered out of the boat, "thanks for letting me sit with you guys."

Theo raised an eyebrow at me.

"What, your Gryffindor buddies didn't want to be seen with a snake?"

I rolled my eyes at him, giving him a sarcastic laugh. Of course he would have a weird sense of patriotism for his house. The Nott family was the type. Not that it was bad to be proud of where you were placed - I just never understood where all the hostility came from.

Stealing a glance at Enzo, I gave him a look. He only shook his head as if to say 'I'm sorry'. Rolling my eyes at Theo, I turned my back on him.

"Funny."

And with that, I was on my way, sprinting quickly to Harry and Ginny who were waiting for me by the shore.

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the early zionists knew very well that they were colonisers terrorising and stealing land from the native palestinians, words of vladimir jabotinsky in 1923:

There can be no voluntary agreement between ourselves and the Palestine Arabs. Not now, nor in the prospective future. I say this with such conviction, not because I want to hurt the moderate Zionists. I do not believe that they will be hurt. Except for those who were born blind, they realised long ago that it is utterly impossible to obtain the voluntary consent of the Palestine Arabs for converting "Palestine" from an Arab country into a country with a Jewish majority.

My readers have a general idea of the history of colonisation in other countries. I suggest that they consider all the precedents with which they are acquainted, and see whether there is one solitary instance of any colonisation being carried on with the consent of the native population. There is no such precedent.

The native populations, civilised or uncivilised, have always stubbornly resisted the colonists, irrespective of whether they were civilised or savage.

And it made no difference whatever whether the colonists behaved decently or not. The companions of Cortez and Pizzaro or ( as some people will remind us ) our own ancestors under Joshua Ben Nun, behaved like brigands; but the Pilgrim Fathers, the first real pioneers of North America, were people of the highest morality, who did not want to do harm to anyone, least of all to the Red Indians, and they honestly believed that there was room enough in the prairies both for the Paleface and the Redskin. Yet the native population fought with the same ferocity against the good colonists as against the bad.

Every native population, civilised or not, regards its lands as its national home, of which it is the sole master, and it wants to retain that mastery always; it will refuse to admit not only new masters but, even new partners or collaborators.

This is equally true of the Arabs. Our Peace-mongers are trying to persuade us that the Arabs are either fools, whom we can deceive by masking our real aims, or that they are corrupt and can be bribed to abandon to us their claim to priority in Palestine , in return for cultural and economic advantages. I repudiate this conception of the Palestinian Arabs. Culturally they are five hundred years behind us, they have neither our endurance nor our determination; but they are just as good psychologists as we are, and their minds have been sharpened like ours by centuries of fine-spun logomachy. We may tell them whatever we like about the innocence of our aims, watering them down and sweetening them with honeyed words to make them palatable, but they know what we want, as well as we know what they do not want. They feel at least the same instinctive jealous love of Palestine, as the old Aztecs felt for ancient Mexico, and the Sioux for their rolling Prairies.

To imagine, as our Arabophiles do, that they will voluntarily consent to the realisation of Zionism, in return for the moral and material conveniences which the Jewish colonist brings with him, is a childish notion, which has at bottom a kind of contempt for the Arab people; it means that they despise the Arab race, which they regard as a corrupt mob that can be bought and sold, and are willing to give up their fatherland for a good railway system.

There is no justification for such a belief. It may be that some individual Arabs take bribes. But that does not mean that the Arab people of Palestine as a whole will sell that fervent patriotism that they guard so jealously, and which even the Papuans will never sell. Every native population in the world resists colonists as long as it has the slightest hope of being able to rid itself of the danger of being colonised.

That is what the Arabs in Palestine are doing, and what they will persist in doing as long as there remains a solitary spark of hope that they will be able to prevent the transformation of "Palestine" into the "Land of Israel."

and then again, in 1941 (with more racism!):

Let us consider for a moment the point of view of those to whom this seems immoral. We shall trace the root of the evil to this – that we are seeking to colonise a country against the wishes of its population, in other words, by force. Everything else that is undesirable grows out of this root with axiomatic inevitability. What then is to be done?

The simplest way out would be to look for a different country to colonise. Like Uganda. But if we look more closely into the matter we shall find that the same evil exists there, too. Uganda also has a native population, which consciously or unconsciously as in every other instance in history, will resist the coming of the colonisers. It is true that these natives happen to be black. But that does not alter the essential fact. If it is immoral to colonise a country against the will of its native population, the same morality must apply equally to the black man as to the white. Of course, the blackman may not be sufficiently advanced to think of sending delegations to London, but he will soon find some kindhearted white friends, who will instruct him. Though should these natives even prove utterly helpless, like children, the matter would only become worse. Then if colonisation is invasion and robbery, the greatest crime of all would be to rob helpless children. Consequently, colonisation in Uganda is also immoral, and colonisation in any other place in the world, whatever it may be called, is immoral. There are no more uninhabited islands in the world. In every oasis there is a native population settled from times immemorial, who will not tolerate an immigrant majority or an invasion of outsiders. So that if there is any landless people in the world, even its dream of a national home must be an immoral dream. . Those who are landless must remain landless to all eternity. The whole earth has been allocated. Basta: Morality has said so

this was never about native people returning to their native land. the early european zionists were very aware that there already was a native population, the palestinians, and that they were european colonisers similar to the colonisers of north america

#zionism #free palestine #palestine #israel

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TV Show - Dr. House | House M.D. VII

Unstoppably we are approaching the end of the third season (currently at S3E20, House Training), and I'm wondering, as my memory refuses to reveal, what major event occurs that causes House to reform his team or leads to drastic changes. Yes, I admit, I'm really looking forward to seeing Thirteen (Olivia Wilde) and also Martha M. Masters (Amber Tamblyn), although I think Masters might take a little longer to appear.

It's quite exciting when you've seen everything already, can remember a lot, but a rewatch helps to put all the puzzle pieces back in the right order. Yes, one could think about it, but I enjoy the suspense.

One of the scenes that made me laugh a lot back then has already come up, namely when House compares a patient's body to the German railway system. Back then, the comparison might have been somewhat accurate, and yes, even in the original, he makes the same comparison with the same cities (Berlin & Düsseldorf), but unfortunately, the German trains, whether regional or long-distance, are nowhere near as good and punctual anymore. I've been wondering the whole time if it was like that back then, but no, today it's definitely worse. Just thinking about how many times I got stranded at a train station last year, BIG UFF!

Otherwise, after the Tritter thing, things are moving rather slowly, and I don't think that's a bad thing at all. The highlight, of course, is the romance between Chase and Cameron, although it's almost over by now. I vaguely remember a wedding in the future and maybe even a divorce? No, I'm sure about the wedding, but I don't think there was a divorce. Oh, I also remember the big bus accident involving Wilson's girlfriend. There's a lot more to come!

Speaking of which, I think the dynamic between Wilson and House has changed a lot since the incident with the prescription pad. At first, it seemed like everything was over and they had no future, but now the connection seems stronger than ever. We also saw that in the story with Cuddy, when they both tested each other to see how far they would go. And then just saying "Night House!" "Night Wilson!" to each other, that's a true bromance, ladies and gentlemen! (I know, I'm late to that party!)

But now there's a very heavy episode on, as once again, an important topic is being addressed, one that often unfortunately gets overlooked in every society, Alzheimer's & dementia. Foreman's mother suffers from Alzheimer's, and I know, it really affected me back then because my grandmother died of Alzheimer's, and my mother is showing the first signs of it now. This disease steals the mind first, then the body, and we should talk about it much more and do much more against it. I know what it's like to watch a person lose themselves in the darkness of this disease, and believe me, you wouldn't wish it on anyone. Once again, a topic highlighted by the series and one that should continue to be addressed. I'm currently wondering if House is airing anywhere on regular TV in Germany, but I don't think so at the moment. That should change because yes, it can be fun and enjoyable for about 45 minutes, but it's also a topic of conversation that might find resonance in the workplace or similar institutions, and suddenly a disease is lifted from its obscurity and brought into the real world. THAT'S IMPORTANT! However, there is another important aspect in this episode that must not be overlooked. Doctors make mistakes, and these mistakes can end up being deadly! Of course, nobody wants to talk about it in the real world, and doctors usually don't admit to such things. It's another issue that's hushed up, but the series brings it back to light, brilliantly! Also, the fact that House performs an autopsy afterward for research purposes may seem strange and odd at first, but it's also about finding out where things went wrong. Yes, it's also to stroke one's own ego, but it's also to prevent such things from happening again.

I won't manage to finish the end of the third season today, but there was another remarkable appearance. In the last episode (S3E19, Act your Age), part of the supporting cast of Bones made an appearance. We saw Joel David Moore and Carla Gallo. And in the episode before that (S3E18, Airborne), Pej Vahdat was one of the passengers or Foreman's substitute.

A little thank you to everyone who diligently reads and shares my Dr. House posts. I'm just doing this for fun, but it's cool that it's well-received and my little analyses are being shared. Thank you very much!

#tvshow #house #dr. house #dr house #house md #greg house #gregory house #wilson #james wilson #dr. wilson #alzheimers #dementia #important

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everyones-least-favorite-bard · 10 months

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ORV WESTERN AU MASTERPOST

ill be coming back and editing this as i come up with more ideas/modify pre-existing ones

LORE BELOW

SETTING:

Generic cowboy/western movie city Stella River has been plagued by a violent gang war between two main factions and several subsets for nearly 40 years. One side headed by the owner of a massive coal mine near the town is mostly made up of gentlemen bandits and Robin Hood types--criminals with honor (so they say). The other is run by an oil baron, and is composed of more seedy, ruthless types. Stella River is soon to have a railway line constructed running through the town, and the two factions are fighting to see who gets control of it first.

CHARACTER ROLES:

Han Sooyoung: Stella River’s sheriff. She seems to have been bought out by the less reputable of the two factions and tends to maintain the facade so as to keep her true intentions under the radar. Faked Kim Dokja’s death for him and is gathering players to prepare to completely wipe Stella River clean of both sides of the war. She gets most of her information from Kim Dokja and Yoo Sangah, but a mysterious benefactor has also been leaving her tips...

Kim Dokja: a gunslinger going by the name ‘the Lone Star’. He doesn’t seem to be taking an active side in any of the fighting but still maintains amicable relationships with the majority of each groups members. A former employee of (han myungoh’s saloon), he owed a great debt to the owner until Stella River’s sheriff helped fake his death and brought him on to work with her as a spy running for both sides. He’s probably lost count of how many times over a double agent he is but it’s at least five.

Yoo Joonghyuk: a marshal called in by the mayor to help clean up the town. Born and raised out on the East Coast, he comes from a wealthy upper-class family, real socialite types, who he left behind after his engagement to fellow socialite Lee Seolhwa fell through. He began working as a deputy in a small town and quickly worked his way up the ranks and is now called in only for lost cause type places.

Yoo Sangah: a vaudeville performer at (han myungoh's saloon). She used to have an act with Kim Dokja before he faked his death. Another runaway socialite. Feeds information she receives or overhears from the saloon's patrons to Han Sooyoung directly or through Kim Dokja.

Lee Hyunsung: one of Stella River's deputies. He's not entirely clear on what Han Sooyoung is doing, but he knows Kim Dokja and trusts him implicitly, so he's pretty alright with doing whatever the two of them need him to do. Plays the role of naive do-gooder most of the time, but can be frighteningly capable under direction.

Jung Heewon: a rancher living just outside the city's limits. Before faking his death, Kim Dokja once helped her fend off (read: warned her and attempted to look menacing) a small team of bandits attacking her home. She begrudgingly begins working with Han Sooyoung et co when she discovers that the company she sold her products to was working with Eden.

Lee Gilyoung: an orphaned boy working in the coal mines. He begins following Kim Dokja after he helps clean him up after getting in a fight with some of the older boys at the mine. A remarkably good shot, and prone to attempting to defend Kim Dokja from any and everyone he deems a threat.

Shin Yoosung: a girl orphaned due to a hostage situation orchestrated by one of the warring factions. Kim Dokja saves her while still under his original name, and she is one of the first (and only people) to put together that he and the Lone Star are the same person.

Lee Jihye: an intern of sorts sent to check on Yoo Joonghyuk. Also raised on the East Coast and another runaway from a more uptight family. Has the tendency to follow Yoo Joonghyuk like a baby duckling. She's brought officially onto the team working under Han Sooyoung as another deputy.

Biyoo: Kim Dokja’s daughter. It's unclear who exactly her other parent is but she's often seen with and has connections to Bihyung. She ferries Kim Dokja information from the mayor's office and often shows up to bail him out of whatever scrape he's landed himself in.

Lee Seolhwa: Stella River’s most capable doctor. A former socialite from the East Coast who, after an engagement with Yoo Joonghyuk fell through, was disowned from her family. She moved to Stella River about three years before Yoo Joonghyuk’s arrival and built a reputation for serving any patient appearing at her doorstep and negotiating payment later.

Uriel: an heiress to the Eden family fortune and owner of a general store in Stella River. She becomes aware of much of her family’s involvement with Stella River’s corruption early on and blatantly begins supporting Kim Dokja under his alter ego. She's responsible for much of the gossip and sort of propaganda surrounding the Lone Star.

Bihyung: undersecretary to the mayor. Nebulously connected to Biyoo and by extension Kim Dokja. Passes information he gathers off to Biyoo and then pretends he doesn’t know what she does with it. Begrudgingly works with Han Sooyoung in hopes of running for mayor properly once she cleans out the town.

Anna Croft: owner of a nearby coal mine. Has control over several of Stella River’s small businesses and much of the trade/commerce coming to the city. Has nebulous ties to the mayor’s office but the nature of which is unclear. A member of Yoo Joonghyuk/Lee Seolhwa’s socialite circle but retained those connections.

(will add more characters as i put together their roles)

GENERAL MISC BITS:

kdj almost runs over yjh when the latter first arrives in town

(as has been est by the first mini comic) kdj gifts yjh a pocket watch that a la dark castle arc, is left by kdjs hospital bed after it stops a bullet that wouldve killed yjh

kdj fakes his death twice; once as kdj and once as the lone star. this number is not set in stone

the faking of his death as lone star runs much like the star wars clone wars rako hardeen arc

for the unaware: ITS REAL BAD

as @solcarow said. train car uncoupling scene. Oh My God

there is a cigarette lighting scene (yall know the one) with kdj and hsy

kdj makes his own outfit (hsy provides the material). everything is a little too big in the hopes that he’ll put on some muscle and grow into it (he does not)

kdj cannot shoot a gun. half his hits have been incidental and/or the result of rube-goldberg type contraptions

there is a chase scene involving a handcart piloted by hsy and yjh

yjh is somehow capable of every stupid gun trick seen in a western movie

the gun spinny is his happy stim a la sword dragging

lgy has crawled under tables and tied yjhs shoelaces together on multiple occasions

hsy and yjh have a full screaming match when kdj fakes his death the second time that ends with both of them shot (non fatally)

anna croft kidnaps biyoo and kdj goes full liam neeson taken on her ass. my guy confronts her in a traincar and shoots her in the kneecap

he also kills selena kim! just shoots her in the head when croft refuses to tell him where biyoo is

kdj fakes his death (at the time of writing) minimum 3 times, not including all the times people just think hes dead because of general Scheme Shenanigans

third time is the kicker! boy does it suck

im not adding too much here because i do have actual scenes i want to write/draw but! thats what ive got off the top of my head

massive shoutout to @bidokja for contributing at least half the Lore in this au ilysm

#orv western au #listen im like one spaghetti western viewing away from attempting to write this #but for now im leaving it a fun sandbox to play in #tag me if yall do anything with this please please please pleas-#orv #omniscient reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint

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Hey!

I’m in a bad need of a recommendation of a more recent long slow burn chaptered fic.

I’ve read all the older (2020 and back) fics and I was wondering what good ones came more recently.

Can you help? Thank yoou ❤️❤️

Here’s some that have been posted from 2021 to present :)

Advent Calendar 2021 (ao3) - Phantje

Summary: Phil lives and works in a town in the North called Lylchester. Well, 'works'. He does charitable things in the name of being nice and his (adoptive) parents. Things are fine. Yeah. Fine. Meeting Dan who has strong opinions about peculiar things shakes up Phil's life and he is falling before he can help it.

Dan lives and works somewhere, or anywhere really. By fate, or call it the British Railway train running times, he ends up in Lylchester. Before he can help himself, he has made the first real best friend he has ever had - Beatrix. And suddenly, life does not seem so difficult anymore. Dan appreciates the work he can do, even if it has him interact with the rich idiot Phil more often that he would personally choose.

Broke, Gay and New in Town (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan Howell was in dire need for a change - he hated his job and his life and he just felt stuck. His grandfather's letter was a blessing that came with an incredible gift: A farm. Dan had no idea how to run a farm but he was willing to give it a try.

He arrived in Stardew Valley with few expectations but even so, he could never have imagined he would encounter magic, otherworldly creatures, corporate conspiracies, so many queer villagers, a secret destiny and right at the centre of it all the love of his life.

Dandelions (ao3) - throughtheirsnoses (det395)

Summary: Phil returns to his small town after studying how to improve his power that lets him grow plants with his mind. Phil is anxious and struggling with the expectations put on him to grow new plant-based medicine and on top of it all, his childhood best friend, Dan, gets his heart broken and turns to Phil as a rebound. Phil panics.

do you feel it too? (ao3) - heartsopenminds

Summary: A bad break-up has left Phil scared of getting his heart broken again. He’s not ready to date, but he’s missing the easy affection of a long-term relationship.

Cuddle therapy might be the perfect way to get what he needs, with no strings attached. But what happens when that’s no longer enough?

First to Listen (To Anything I Said) (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: It's 2004, and Dan Howell is screwing up in school. He can't help that he's stuck in boring classes with boring people and just doesn't care. So when Phil Lester, one of the geekiest kids in school, is assigned to be his tutor, he's expecting this to just be another crappy part of his already crappy life.

But when it turns out Phil might be Dan's first real friend, his hormones threaten to screw all that up. Because that's all it is, right? Hormones?

Laws Of Attraction (ao3) - strawberrysunflower

Summary: When Phil turned twenty-nine, he wrote out a list of all the things he had in his life. One terraced house in Manchester, rented. Two housemates who still buy the cheapest alcohol on offer in Tesco. Three failed long-term relationships.

After a spur-of-the-moment Friday night out on Canal Street, Phil ends up in the bed of a very handsome stranger. It’s a nice yet meaningless distraction from his directionless life. No big deal. Until he bumps into him again. And again. And again...

scratch bark bite (oh, love me, i lied) (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Music & Drama teacher Dan Howell has a well-known rivalry with his coworker, English teacher Phil Lester.

An unforeseen event flips everything Dan thought he knew about Phil and himself on its head. Slowly but surely, the grudge withers, and the two of them cross the line between enemy and friend. But what will happen when their true intents and feelings get revealed? And was what they had ever really a rivalry? Was it even mutual?

strike a deal, kiss my lips (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Witches were the only magical beings capable of binding and controlling demons. It required a complicated ritual and crazy amounts of magic.

It happening on accident was practically unheard of until Phil came along and got tangled up with a snarky and dangerous demon named Dan. Suddenly bound together, Phil must grapple with control over a chaotic demon that wants to strip the skin from his bones.

And maybe strip the clothes off of his body as well.

The River (ao3) - Portia331

Summary: Dan arrived in Melbourne two weeks ago with just one suitcase crammed with running gear, psychology textbooks, and a mere fraction of his wardrobe especially curated to fit both his aesthetic and the Melbourne weather.

He's about to start in the role of a lifetime on a 12 month contract, but he's barely ready for the Australian summer heat, let alone what the world is about to throw at him.

Thunder Only Happens When It's Raining (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan meets Phil at the lowest moment in his life and is immediately enchanted by him, but nobody is perfect - not even those with good intentions and a kind heart.

This is the story of two imperfect people trying to do their best, to find love and strive in life. They gravitate towards each other at every turn, sometimes dancing in harmony, other times colliding.

Two Man Team (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: This is the story of two struggling friends who after many trials and tribulations find their way back to each other and build the life they've always dreamed of.

Or how Phil changed his life by talking to random strangers on the internet.

what might come with the dawn (ao3) - cloud-gays (wind_brewed)

Summary: The Island has a Guardian, that's what people say. Phil doesn't know if this guardian is a mythical being or just a piece of gossip; a made-up story to make people feel safe during storm season. A made-up story just to make them feel secure.

Now that he decides to move in with his parents again, Phil needs the protection. Maybe he needs to reach out to this lonely, black-clothed being; reach out to the lonely man of winter.

Also called: Phil is a storm-chaser of sorts and Dan, a storm-magnet. In between running and hiding, they find each other inside the calm of the storm.

-Rae

#answered #anonymous

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head-full-of-things · 1 year

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(Started working on this awhile ago, some stuff happened in the lore since then, including an Hermit invasion... But I was like "better late then never" so here you go lol)

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If you ever were to visit the Empires server, every villager will tell you right away- don't trust a word the Emperors say. Secrets, lies & denial run freely, the currency of the server more so than any of the kingdom's official exports.

Like the ruler of Gobland, for example. A friendly little guy, deputy for the sheriff. He will gladly welcome visitors to the caves, giving them a ride on the fully working railway system. "Safety first!" as he always says.

But the real reason is to keep them on the designated path. If they snoop around, they might see the prisoner in a cage, or the tunnels leading up to every nearby kingdom right under their nose. Truth is, the Goblin King is loyal to his people first and foremost. Even if they're underground dwellers, it doesn't mean the Goblins have to live in the dark, and when fWhip became ruler, he made it his mission to bring them closer to the outside world. So he will smile, and joke around, and suck up to whoever's necessary while counting up the gold in the vault.

And if he finds himself feeling more for the Sheriff than he anticipated- it's just a slight bump in the plans, that's all. He will never admit that to his face. "It's the highest honor for a goblin to be a deputy to a sheriff!" he throws around with another good-natured smile. Every goblin knows- your secrets are best kept deep underground.

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Like the letter under the floorboards at the Great Witch's former house. Now only Tortoise lives there, jumping around the cabin, but Shelby still goes there from time to time to make sure the letter is still there. Each time she does, she can't help but pass her eyes over the words again: A danger to society. Expelled. No longer a witch.

One little multidimensional accident and they throw her under the bus like that? She shouldn't be surprised, nobody expected her to even finish witch school.

But for someone who is such a failure, she does surprisingly well here at The Evermoore. She helps people. Even if some potions go wrong (she shudders thinking about fWhip's ear-wings), most of them work, and the grateful smile on the other Emperors' face tells her she's doing something right. So it's not a lie, not really. She is a witch, a good one at that.

But she still feels a sting in her heart whenever she has to keep up the front with the other Rulers. "Yeah, the academy loves me! they keep checking in on their top student," the lies have become second nature for her at this point.

Someday, she promises herself, she will tell them the truth. The more time she spends here, the more she starts to feel like maybe they won't exile her. Maybe they'll still want her around because of who she is, not because of some musty diploma. But until then, the lie stays.

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It's not a lie if it's true. Even though all the other rulers laugh when she says, again, that she's not cursed. 'The cursed princess' they call her. How can she begin to explain that it was only a coincidence that the day she was born the kingdom got split in half, with darkness encasing the unfortunate half of it. She gave up on that hope a long time ago, when her own villagers didn't want to come near her. Instead, she came up with a plan- she's not the reason, but she can be the solution!

So she trains at night, forsaking sleep. And in the mornings she builds houses and grand structures, trying to rebuild the kingdom that once was. Except they all turn half-black and rotting under her hands. The curse is present more than ever, she's willing to admit. But she will fight it. She won't stop until it's gone.

Then, silly things like who caused it wouldn't even matter, right? Not that she did. She didn't bring this curse upon her kingdom. She's not at fault. She's not cursed she's just not.

It's not a lie if you tell it to yourself enough times.

#esmp #empires smp #empires s2 #e!fWhip #e!Shubble #e!Katherine

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biggsodorcitystories · 1 year

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NWR Numbers 9 and 10: Donald and Douglas McIntosh

Next up are my designs for the Scottish twins: Donald and Douglas McIntosh. They work all over the island and are considered second only to Edward when it comes to goods expertise or handling trucks, but officially call the Arlesburgh "The Little Western" branch line home, where they live with their spouses, Duck and Oliver respectively, and their growing families. The are also the younger cousins of Emily.

Donald and Douglas grew up in Scotland, learning English alongside their native Gaelic, together and became inseparable. However, they were regarded as an ideal team for goods trains and were happy until their original controller retired.

With the new controller came the beginning of dieselisation on their railway, resulting in many of their friends and loved ones being sent to scrap. This planted the seeds of their prejudices against diesels, made worse by the constant fear of their own imminent scrapping.

But Donald's offer of a transfer to the North Western Railway offered them a sliver of hope. Though the offer was only extended to Donald, he smuggled his twin to Sodor with him, sure that their lifelong work ethic would win over their new Controller. However, a string of ill fortune and a spiteful breakvan meant that it took an additional intervention from the other engines - in particular, a private conference with Edward - to prove their worth. This is something that they have worked hard to secure ever since.

Some time after, the two engines were moved to Arlesburgh with Duck - an engine with whom they had always enjoyed a special relationship. Living together caused the relationship between Donald and Duck to blossom into real love. Around the same time, Douglas found and rescued a Great Western tank engine and Break Van - Oliver and Toad - the former being Duck's younger brother. Toad became Douglas's break van in gratitude, also acting as cupid between him and Oliver. By the time Donald and Duck married, Douglas and Oliver had also fallen in love and married shortly after. They have fathered four children between them: Grace and Austin for Donald and Duck; Robyn and Scarlett for Douglas and Oliver. Both hope for more children.

Both were overjoyed by the arrival of their cousin Emily and acted as (uninvited) chaperones during her early romance with Henry. They have 'graciously' accepted Henry and have always been accepting of his son, Anthony, acting as crazy uncles to him and his half-brother Tyler.

Donald also has Dilly, an unofficial pet duck who he dotes on. His choice of pet, combined with him being married to Duck, has resulted in some gentle teasing from the other engines.

Donald and Douglas have a well-earned reputation for being engines you do not mess with, which includes those they love. They are both fiercely protective of Duck and safeguard them from any criticism or negative comments about their gender identity. Though both are fully aware of Duck's true identity, they are resolved to support them as they come to terms with it.

#ttte #biggsodorcitystories #ttte humanized #ttte donald #ttte douglas #ttte donald and douglas #douglas the scottish twin #donald the scottish twin #donald x duck #douglas x oliver #8 x 9 #10 x 11 #ttte the scottish twins #scottish #tartan #bscs rambling #bscs art #my art

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angryskarloey · 1 year

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I wanna know something bout the contents of Document (2) (1) 👀

It's the WIP for the next, long-awaited installment of Light Railway Adventure (guess i never renamed the document.) Here's a paragraph:

"Our train jostled its way down the line, its impetus motion unimpeded by the degrading track, and the soft murmur of steam from the chimney rose to a crescendo of labouring barks that echoed off the walls of the valley the locals call Llan Fawr. The railway climbs the western slope of this great depression set amidst the grey-blue crags and cliffs of the mountains, at the bottom of which, in a space no wider then a couple of English meadows, sits the town - or more correctly village - Rhydayellon."

#clychaubedd & rhydayellon railway #ttte au #real true made up railways

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dlamp-dictator · 6 months

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Okay, finished up my run of Railway with that bleed team I was talking about and... boy do I have some thoughts on it. Overall the experience was... a good one, more or less. I think I learned a lot about Limbus Company in terms of gameplay and mechanics, and I have a deeper appreciation for how this game is played, how certain boss mechanics, and how to play around certain team compositions. This bleed team made for probably some of the most big brain moments I've had while playing this game and was also some of the most torturous fights I've ever had to suffer. Personally, I don't recommend centering your team on bleed as the main source of damage. This only really works in about two or three fights and it is definitely not the optimal way of winning. That said, it was funny to watch the umbrellas and flowers accidentally kill themselves and make my job a lot easier.

But first, before I go on, a synopsis.

For my followers that aren't familiar with Limbus Company, just know that Refraction Railway is the equivalent to Arknight's Contingency Contract, a series of difficult fights with varying amounts of addition points of difficult that you can opt into for higher rewards. This is endgame content that tends to play around or even circumvent meta units and team compositions, really wanting the player to think ahead before making a move. Unless you're a Charge Team. This is the pinnacle of high-tier play and a true test of your skills as a player.

"But Allen, you didn't go through all 5 Cycles an-"

First of all, fuck you. This team already guaranteed most of my fights would be endurance runs as I stacked on +40 bleed potency on bosses with only 3 coins at most, assuming the boss would even allow for me to stack on that much bleed due to some of them outright rejecting bleed after a certain level of potency and count. I was already at +150 turns and I was fucking tired, my man (and I assure you, you are probably not just a guy, but that guy if you're getting up my ass about this). I've got a little more than a week to put together a good charge/rupture team with Warp and Seven units, and most of those units just need Uptie 4, so piss off otherwise. I'll play this mode for realies later before Season 2 ends.

Anywho, with that out the way, here's the big summary of what happened before I go through the deep break down.

Bleed is a slow killer that needs time and bleed buffs to stack potency and count enough to matter.

Steam Machine was a hellish fight that shouldn't exist.

Centipede was surprisingly easy with this team.

There was no real "nuke button" on this team, making fights drag.

Sinking was a nice side ailment to focus on when I couldn't stack bleed.

This being a pierce team was both a surprise and made it easy to choose the pierce buff.

This team made Rabbit Heathcliff useless almost by design outside of his support passive.

Fucking Yi Sang was my top damage dealer in this team, with fucking Hook Hong Lu taking second place by degrees.

And with that all out of the way, let's talk about this run in full.

A Slow Killer

For those not familiar with Limbus Company still reading on here's a quick summary of how Bleed as a status ailment works. Bleed (and most status ailments) have two numbers to them: potency and count. For Bleed, potency is the amount of damage that unit will take every time it either clashes or attacks, count is the number of times that unit will need to attack or clash before they stop taking Bleed damage. For a quick example, a unit with 5 Bleed potency and 5 Bleed count will take 25 HP damage after five attacks or clashes. There's some more miscellaneous info as well, but those are the basics for now.

With that said, Bleed overall isn't something you should really build around in Railway. This is a mode that wants you to move and move fast through boss fights. I'd say the game expect you're first two cycles to take around 5-8 turns with all repeating boss fights afterwards taking about half the time. And if I wasn't running a team that relies on trading as many hits as possible to tick off 20 HP at a time on average that'd be very doable. However, even when I can stack as high as 40 Bleed Potency at a Bleed count of 20 that means nothing when I can only clash with the enemy two or three times per round, and despite having two tanks and a healer on the active team I couldn't afford to take too much damage.

Not to mention that Bleed, by it's very nature, turns most fights into wars of attrition. Steam Machine was insufferable due to it only being able to take so much Bleed potency and count before it capped out, and I frankly killed Talisman Doll/STNOWC too fast for the Bleed to really be a huge factor after the third go at it.

That said, Bleed did have a handful of good moments. For things like T Corp and the Fox it's great since I can comfortable build it up and on rare occasions the Umbrellas killed themselves on the second turn if they were still around, and the roses killing themselves was almost hilarious. These were ultimately small moments, but the small moments that this team shined, it really shined.

Faust

The damage stats might say otherwise, but Faust was definitely the MVP of this run. Her ability to reliably fuel her own Fluid Sac had been keeping my team above half health for the most part and kept me deathless until Sign of Roses. Even if Ryoshu (for some godforsaken reason) "tank" as much as Faust, Faust made sure the team stayed strong and health with her sanity and health heals on her EGOs. Speaking of EGO use...

Wow, that's A LOT of Lust and Gluttony

It wasn't until the start of Cycle 2 I realized I had enough Gluttony, Lust, and Pride to just spam the shit out of Don's base EGO and apply even more bleed with ease, along with letting Don essential be self sufficient thanks to her EGO's passive healing her. I'm not kidding. I was so preoccupied spamming Fluid Sac so no one died in Cycle 1 that I barely realized how Gluttony-heavy my team was in terms of Skill 1s and 2s. It was until Cycle 3 that I took advantage and started spamming Faust and Don's base EGOs left and right.

Apparently, this is a Pierce Team Too

Yeah... I realized once I hit the second cycle this team was really pierce-heavy. I think the only non-pierce damage-dealers I've got is Meursault and Yi Sang on his skill 2. Now, this mostly meant Yi Sang could do consist damage that the other units couldn't, but it also made it easier to figure out what second buff I'd use for this team after Cycle 2. Along with putting Rabbit Heathcliff on the sidelines for his passive all the more obvious to me.

Sanic Speed

This team has the potential to be insanely fast. A good majority of them can give themselves haste via passives or skills, and their max speed potential can get crazy high. Not to mention half of them get bonus coin power for being fast or having haste on them. Seriously, the max speed buff for enemies almost meant nothing once I use Crow's Eye View for cheap and let Don and Hong Lu rip the enemies in half. Though with that said, there wasn't really a lot of big damage numbers for this team since, well...

There was No Nuke Button

So on most teams in Limbus Company you'll usually have a few folks that have a skill that might as well say: do big damage now. For a charge team this is Rip Space, Quick Suppression, and D.D.E.D.R., skills that do insanely high damage that you can plan around and likely end the fight that turn or the next. The Bleed team didn't really have that. Most Skill 3s were there to apply large amounts of Bleed count and not cash in on damage, save for Hook Hong Lu on his Skill 3 and Molar Ishmael on her Skill 3... and Molar Ish is a Sinking unit.

"But Allen, why not just use Rabbit Heathcliff and his Skill 3?"

Yeeeeeeaaaah... about that...

Rabbit Heathcliff is Basically Useless

Due to his ammo gimmick clashing with the nature of Bleed turning fights into endurance runs, Heathcliff can't really handle the drawn out nature of how most of my fights went aside from spamming his evade skill. And these were fights that needed every tick of damage I could get. Not only that, but his skill 2 increased Bleed potency, which I needed as well. The man's gun ran dry after about 6 turns and I couldn't have him in fights any longer. His pierce damage is handy thanks to the pierce buff I got, but he only made Steam Machine a little easier at best. His passive on the other hand was extremely useful on this team, and he found a nice spot on the bench thanks to it.

I should had Made a Sinking Team Instead

If there was anything that told me going Bleed was a sub-optimal move then let it be that despite everything, despite making an entire team around bleed, despite having the intention of having Yi Sang be on the team for Crow's Eye View and little else, despite the fact that I didn't even dip into Sinking buffs, that Spicebush Yi Sang is my top damage dealer, with the two-star Hong Lu only behind by less than a hundred points in damage. If that isn't showing Project Moon's Hong Lu bias I don't know what is. I swear, I thought Yi Sang was just doing okay damage, but it turns out Okay Damage is enough to top the damn charts in this case. I didn't even Uptie 4 that man yet, he's just that stupid strong, almost as brainless as Liu Ish.

If I had to build another team knowing what I know now I would had probably done something like this. Yi Sang and Ish as the main damage dealings with Sinclair and Outis as addition Sinking application. Faust, Meursault, and Hong Lu would be there for adding bleed on the side, with Heathcliff, Ryoshu, Gregor, and Rodion being there for the support passives. Don is mostly there to be a self-sufficient gal like I had her before.

And... that's about everything I got from this run of Railway. I'll probably do another run next week before the season ends with a real team, but this was certainly a learning experience in many way.

Also I wanna' give a special thanks to @movedraptor5913 for giving some addition help and info with the original team I posted. I swapped to Mariachis Sinclair since I didn't realize his passive also worked on Abnos too, and while I probably should had used N Faust to just have a nuke button with her Skill 3 I just didn't have the resources to level her at the time. And Uptie 4-ing Rhino Meursault was probably the smartest advice I took for this game in some time, he really did come in clutch despite everything. Huge thanks to you for that!

Anyway, I'll see you folks later.

#limbus company #your dictator is speaking

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katarinamiljkovic66 · 6 months

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~"Arrivals and Departures" exhibition~

🎥 Activity title: "Arrivals and Departures" exhibition

🎥 Duration and Amount: October 19th, two hours

🎥 Type of activity: creativity

~ Activity Description ~

The students of Visual Arts went to see the "Arrivals and Departures" exhibition that was being held at Banja Luka's Museum of Contemporary Art. The exhibition's author is Mladen Bundalo, an interdisciplinary artist born in Prijedor who has moved away and now lives in Belgium. Through his works, he wished to capture the transience of life, as well as childhood nostalgia, and the effect they have on one's current and future identity.

We were introduced to Isidora, a friend of the author who worked on this project along with him. She provided us with background information on how these works came to be and told us a bit more about the idea behind each work. She also told us that the name of the exhibition was a play on words, since the museum we were in was once a railway station.

The first work we were introduced to was "Knots", which consisted of a bunch of different, framed knot designs. This work came about from the fact that there is not a single knot that is the same; every knot that we tie comes out differently. For me, this work represents the different paths we take in life and how they all enrich us in some way.

The poem "Universe" explains this work even further.

This four-player chessboard was handmade by the author. It's hardly noticeable, but there is a faint line cutting through the middle. Though it was an accident, it worked in the author's favor since he ended up really liking it, which is why he kept it. The pieces are movable, so if anyone wishes to play chess while they're there, they're free to do so.

There was one other interactive work that those who attended the exhibition on the opening evening had the chance to participate in. There were 50 pieces of white fabric on which everyone was to draw their ideal world — a perfect place for living. Each piece of fabric was then placed on a separate wooden pole, which resulted in 50 different flags.

We had the opportunity to watch a movie about the author's life. The movie contained bits and pieces of not only his life but also parts of his friends and family's lives. It was made up of a number of clips; some of them were in his mother tongue, while others were in French. One clip that was comical but also a bit horrific was the one in which he, along with his wife, who is from Belgium, had to prove their marriage was real to the legal authorities. From the way it was presented, it seemed like a traumatic experience to be continuously doubted and questioned about whether you truly love someone you consider family.

This next work was one of the most difficult ones to make since it required a real bus. Not only that, the piece had to be cut perfectly so that it would fit. They also had to make it look good, which was not easy considering the fact that they used a damaged vehicle. There was a film being projected on the wall next to the windows, so we were able to watch it while seated, giving us a feeling as if we were traveling along with the moving pictures.

~ Reflection ~

This exhibition definitely hits close to home. Having had close family members move away while I was still young, I'm not unfamiliar with migrations and how they can affect a person's well-being, especially if they're moving far away from their family. It's usually accompanied by a deep sense of nostalgia as well as homesickness for things that we usually take for granted. I think everyone should visit this exhibition, especially the younger generations, since it is related to them. There will come a day when we experience true longing for something or someone. But there's nothing to fear since we're bound to find another path that will lead us somewhere new or lead us back home. To a place where we belong.

~ Learning Outcomes ~

🎥 Demonstrate how to initiate and plan a CAS experience

🎥 Show commitment to and perseverance in CAS experiences

🎥 Demonstrate engagement with issues of global significance

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beardedmrbean · 8 months

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Finland's birth slump is in the news again. This time Helsingin Sanomat asks what concrete steps the country can take to increase the fertility rate.

Anna Rotkirch, who heads population research at the Family Federation of Finland, told HS one real measure would be free gynecological visits for young women, saying it's "better to learn about one's own fertility sooner rather than later."

A fresh survey by the federation found that people in Finland on average want to have two children, but end up having 1.4.

Esa Iivonen of the Mannerheim League for Child Welfare meanwhile said improved access to publicly funded fertility treatments would be a quick and direct way of supporting the birth rate. One cycle of fertility treatments can cost over 4,000 euros in private healthcare.

Some rural municipalities have made headlines in recent years by providing baby bonuses to families. But Iivonen was not impressed by these short-term measures.

"It might have a short-term effect, but I don't believe it has a long-term impact," he said, noting public services overall play a greater role in people's decision to start families.

Is Lidl the cheapest?

Last week German supermarket Lidl said it was lowering the prices of its items. But is Lidl really cheaper than the others?

Hufvudstadsbladet tested Lidl's claims by comparing a basket of 21 basic items at Lidl, K and S stores.

The result is clear, according to the Swedish-language daily.

Lidl's slogan that the chain offers the country's cheapest shopping basket seems to hold true. But the differences aren't significant, according to HBL, which noted that since inflation picked up in the autumn of 2021, food prices in Finland have risen by over 20 percent.

At Lidl on Lönnrotinkatu, the paper's basket cost 42.16 euros. Equivalent items were about 12 percent more expensive at both the S-Market on Bulevardi and K-Supermarket Posti by the Central railway Station. The price difference between the K and S duopolies was only a few cents.

Lidl's own-brand coffee significantly brought down the overall price of the shopping basket, according to HBL.

Autumn's in the air

It may be peak vacation season in other European countries, but in Finland autumn is the air, according to agricultural newspaper Maaseudun tulevaisuus.

The warm and sunny weekend is giving way to more unsettled and cooler weather, MT said, adding that it's unlikely that temperatures will again exceed Finland's 'heat' threshold of 25 degrees Celsius.

Monday will see rain, according to MT, which said western parts of the country are seeing scattered showers as the weather front moves eastward throughout the day.

#nunyas news #updates from up north #get to fukin up there y'all

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trainsinanime · 1 year

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This looks way too much like an ad for the game for me.

Specifically for the thing where Sony and Nissan did a contest together where they brought a top Gran Turismo player into an actual race car - it seems like they're really just doing a dramatised retelling of that thing, which is either a genius way to do a video game movie, or just self-aggrandisement. I'm leaning towards the latter.

Real life circuits include Le Mans (blue and yellow curbs) and the Red Bull Ring in Austria (the one with the big bull sculpture)

The rail yard is almost certainly hungarian. The one locomotive without numbers is definitely hungarian, the other with the numbers is an austrian class 2068 diesel switcher, probably currently assigned to Rail Cargo Hungary (RCH), the hungarian freight division of the austrian railways ÖBB.

The best way to tell is generally by the lights; the locomotive on the left has clear hungarian light assemblies. I think I should make a post about european railway light assemblies and how you can quickly tell trains based on them one of these days.

I spent all the time trying to figure out where I knew that one guy from (he was the dad in Black Widow) that I completely missed Legolas.

Based on a true story, yes. You made that competition to create that story, then you made a movie about your own competition, and when you do the next round of the competition, you can say "just like in the movies", all to sell more games and consoles.

That steer at the Red Bull Ring in Austria (yes, the race track is owned by the energy drink guys; guess who paid for that sculpture) seems like the kind of thing that should have a nickname, but I couldn't find any.

I love the cars of the bad guys. Gold Lamborghini Huracán GT3? Yeah, that's evil alright! Note that the name Lamborghini does not actually give them an advantage, GT3 has an elaborate "Balance of Performance" system that ensures all cars have the same level of speed around a track by dictating weight, power output, ride height and so on. If you're wondering whether there's ever any drama about this: Oh boy.

If I'm not completely mistaken, the one on the left is the newer EVO 2 version of the car, the one on the right is the older one (note the different front splitter line, the gold line at the bottom lip). Shouldn't be a huge difference, they're subject to the same balance of performance, but supposedly the newer one has better options for setting it up and adjusting it for a given track.

The fact that they have at least real GT3 cars, and at least shots of real LMP1 cars, implies that the behind-the-scenes of this movie may be way more interesting than the actual movie itself.

Is this the Nordschleife? I'm not a big Nordschleife guy, I've only been there twice (only to watch, I'm not taking my car on the track with all the lunatics), but between this and a few shots later in the trailer, I'm fairly certain that it is.

Not sure what that other track with the city background is. Probably something where it's really embarrassing that I don't know.

I think I can tell you the entirety of the plot of this movie right now, with all twists and turns, and I assume so can you.

Part of me goes, "oh, racing cars goo vroom! Gotta watch!"

But the other bigger part of me goes, "pay to watch a commercial for a video game promotional event!?"

#gran turismo #Youtube

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I had a dream I went with a huge group of my friends and friend’s friends and friend’s friend’s friends to infiltrate a cult in order to beat up someone who wronged a lot of people, but avoided any kind of retribution by becoming a high-level member of said cult.

Star Children Wellness was led by a couple who claimed that human beings could attain their true potential and recover from any physical or mental illness by consuming material from meteors and other things that came from space. The husband claimed to have the ability to summon meteors to Earth, and the wife claimed to have the ability to release people’s inner Star Child so they could absorb space substances more effectively. The cult was massively profitable from “health” “supplement” sales, enough to buy an entire mountain and build a farm complex type headquarters on it.

I didn’t know this guy, but my friend’s aunt used to be married to him until he suddenly abandoned her and their kids to join the Star Children Wellness, then convinced his mother-in-law, my friend’s grandmother, to take his cult’s supplements and reject all other medicine until she died of an easily treatable infection, which was enough for me to decide to help beat this guy up.

Out of 56 people gathered to kick this guy’s ass, I only knew like 3 or 4, but most of them knew each other. If we all showed up to the cult headquarters at once, we would get caught and kicked out immediately. The plan would be for a us to join the cult a few at a time, and once we were all in, elevate some of us to such authority that we could beat this guy up with no repercussion. Luckily for us, there was a huge boom in Star Children Wellness popularity a week after the first of us joined because some celebrity model said good things about it. When it was my turn to join the cult, I was driven there in an insanely shitass deliberately disposable old Nissan hatchback that probably cost less than $300 by someone who I had only met a couple times before. This person, who I know in real life, is a goth metalhead with long black hair and beard who can chainsmoke 2 packs in a row.

Most of the drive to the cult headquarters was silent, except for when I expressed how sketchy and dangerous it was for us to join a cult for the sole purpose of beating one guy up, and how it’s kind of mean and misplaced for us to go after one person whose action were most likely a result of cult manipulation. I got a death glare and, “The instant you give this bastard any out, he’s going to take it. I don’t care if the cult is bad. He’s hidden behind bad things his entire life. ‘Oh my student loans...’ ‘Oh my precious pupper vet bills...’ ‘Oh my lying stealing business partners...’ He counts on us since we’ve been through what he tells everyone he’s going through. We can’t let him do that anymore.”

We stop on the side of the winding mountain road. Cigarette ashes get emptied out the window and coil and swirl slowly down a dark fern-lined ravine. “He ran over those dogs himself.” When we reached Star Children Wellness in the early morning of the next day, we abandoned the car and waited next to the helipads with around 10 other prospective cult members. After waiting several hours, a helicopter far too small for all of us flew down and the pilot said because there’s been so many of us, the truly dedicated had to prove it by reaching the headquarters on foot, then left without picking up anyone. The mountain was surrounded with deep cliffs and rushing water, so we slowly made our way around until we found a collapsed railway bridge. Someone asked if Star Children Wellness destroyed the bridge to prove a point, but that was unlikely since the bridge was rusty and covered in overgrown plants. The gap was short enough to make across with a running jump, but not all of us wanted to do that, so some of us were left behind. Most of the mountain disappeared into fog as evening came, but as we climbed, we could see how extensive the development of the mountaintop was. There were terraced farms with actual working tractors, more helipads, and buildings large enough to permanently house at least ten thousand people, although most of them were empty, which was weird considering how exclusive the place was.

We were immediately recognised as outsiders since we weren’t in uniform, and were marched into the intake building, where we got registered and changed into these incredibly thick zip-up felt turtlenecks and bell bottom pants, like the same kind of fuzzy felt used to make playsets for kindergarteners. Thus began life at the Star Children Wellness HQ, where a vast majority of cult members did strenuous/tedious manual labor in the farms and supplement packaging facilities, the only place for rest and relaxation was a large central building called the Square Terrace, or Squarrace. A baseball-field-sized square courtyard, ground covered in soft pastel foam, in which giant climbable grey stones were embedded. Surrounding the terrace were continuous verandas and overhangs. The upper leadership were often in the courtyard doing space rituals, but nobody else was allowed into the courtyard without permission. We could stay under the verandas and overhangs, but if we were doing anything other than reading the provided material, talking about the provided material, or silently observing the space rituals, we would get kicked out of the Squarrace and assigned more work. Squarrace overseers would sometimes test us on the provided reading material, which was mostly cult-enforcing bullshit about space nickel curing brain cancer and the various Star Child genetic purity levels of human beings, and doing well on the tests sometimes corresponded with better food, clothes, and less strenuous work. The greatest honor was being invited into the courtyard to participate in space rituals. The guy whose ass we were trying to kick was often in the courtyard, but none of us could reach him without consequence. Since there was nobody I knew in the building I slept in, for the first couple days I blundered around doing tons of extra work because I kept trying to communicate with people I knew and failing tests in the Squarrace. From what little I could gather, we were pretty sure the guy was onto us, and was using his cult clout to get people he recognised at HQ reassigned to other Star Children Wellness compounds. However, his assholery was his downfall: he screwed over more people than he could remember. After a week, one of the first in our group to join found me washing rutabagas in an assembly line and gave me a crash course in cult terminology that would at least allow me to carry on a conversation with established cult members. I started seriously studying the provided material in the Squarrace and was able to bullshit my way into positive attention by going, “Gold is PROVEN to have so many health benefits, but Star Children Wellness are the only ones providing gold supplements! That’s terrible! Why is modern medicine hiding this from us?”

One more week later, I started getting invited into the courtyard to do space rituals, one of which was the Star Child Purity Test, where the cult leaders would break real chondrite meteors, then we would grind them to dust in a bathtub-sized granite mortar which took several back-straining nail-chipping hours, then feed the dust to test subjects. Supposedly, the more Star Child you were, the more meteor dust you could eat before getting sick with very real metal poisoning. The guy was at all purity tests, eating miraculous volumes of meteor sand with little ill effect. It would be so easy to throw him off one of the climbing rocks myself, but I didn’t have enough clout to get away with it, and the satisfaction should go to the people hurt by him. I heard from other people in the group that the cult leaders mixed tons of chelators into the meteor dust to prevent people from getting sick, but if they didn’t want you to gain any power, they’d just leave the chelators out. Thus, their inner circle had Star Child purity levels of 60-95%, while most of us, if we could ever earn the privilege of a purity test, could expect 10-40%. My plan, which I trained for by eating and regurgitating tiny rutabagas at will on the assembly line like Houdini, was to swallow a ball of cheese rind wax before my purity test, then during the purity test, I chew the meteor dust into the wax, and swallow the entire thing. I could regurgitate it later, and if I didn’t, the wax was indigestible so I’d be protected from metal poisoning regardless. I cheated my way into a rapid ascent in cult hierarchy and since I started getting invited to increasingly dusty purity tests, the leadership were starting to get freaked out. This was also freaking everyone else out, so to avoid jealousy from others in the cult, I made up my own non-interfering dogma about there actually being multiple trophic levels of Star Child, and the purity test used by upper leadership was one type of test. Safely absorbing meteor dust only proved you were like a plant type Star Child, and most people were like an animal type Star Children, who could safely absorb materials that were once from space. So if you got a low score on the purity test, don’t worry! If you are 10% plant Star Child, that means you are 90% animal Star Child! I didn’t bother to say that literally every single living thing is an animal type Star Child by my definition. Using my purity test clout and the popularity of my unofficial cult dogma, I and other people from the group endeavouring to kick this guy’s ass I taught how to do the wax trick started inviting more people from the group endeavouring to this guy’s ass into courtyard rituals. The cult’s upper leadership were in a tough spot since their method of poisoning the hell out of people they don’t like only served to prove our purity to never-before-seen impossible levels. Naturally as cult leaders, they could say things like, “Actually, the meteors we feed to new members are MUCH weaker than the ones we eat ourselves. That means you are only 70% Starchild sweaty :)”, and most cult members would believe them over us. But the goal isn’t to take control of the cult. The goal is to kick this guy’s ass. 3 months in, we finally organised a moon-watching ritual containing everyone in the group still at HQ, 27 our of 56 of us. We waited for the guy to appear and the instant he climbed the tallest rock in the courtyard, several of us including me pushed him off and the rest of us on the ground rushed in to kick his ass. This guy did not stop being an asshole once he joined the cult, and the prevalent belief that he’s literally a better class of human than almost everyone here gave him more opportunities to be an asshole, so cult members not part of our group joined us in kicking his ass. People were so eager to kick his ass they were entering the courtyard without permission. Overseers were holding them back, and armed guards were rushing in. But the guards were only here to secure the safety of the two cult leaders, so once they left the courtyard, everyone was left to fend for ourselves. Since the overseers were still beating back at people, we dragged the guy outside the Squarrace. Since I stayed on top of the climbing rock the whole time, the last of the guy I saw, until he turned up hiding in a muddy ditch near the base of the mountain the following day, was him being tossed into a heavy duty sack of rutabagas, then the sack being tied to a tractor, then the tractor driving down a big flight of stone stairs. The cult leader couple returned and regained control of HQ, immediately expelling everyone involved with the sudden mass ass beating. I and a few others in the group were not implicated because we stayed on the climbing rock to complete the moon ritual while all this was happening, an act of great devotion. Now with more clout than ever before, I claimed the mass ass beating must have been because of the toxic energies emanating from this guy, because why else did so many unrelated people attack him? The matter was to be settled via Purity Test between my faction and him. Covered in bruises and being the perfect pitiful martyr with meteor dust so diluted with chelators it was visibly a different color from my dust, my wax lump was getting oversaturated so I left the courtyard, conceding defeat. It didn’t really matter since we already kicked his ass. I was told that after I left, he continued eating meteor dust while the crowd cheered him on. The next day, it turned out I retroactively won since he got so sick that he had to be airlifted out of HQ to be (gasp! the enemy!) hospitalised for getting beat up, and, somehow, chronic metal deficiency and acute metal poisoning at the same time. One of his last requests before he left was to kick me out of HQ, but the cult leaders were so convinced of my loyalty that they gave me $100,000 and my pick of subordinates to strengthen the Star Children Wellness foreign market. Some other people in the group got similar rewards. We just left, fully expecting the cult to get its revenge at some point, but Star Children Wellness relied on the guy’s money laundering to the point where the entire business side of the cult collapsed after a couple years, not helped by an ideological schism between Purists and Trophics. It took that long for the guy to recover from getting beat up after eating poison for years, and when he returned to HQ, everyone there beat him up again. This guy did become a multibillionaire by embezzling most of the remaining value out of Star Children Wellness, but now there’s a rapidly growing new cult whose core tenets are to only eat things that once were in space (literally everything that exists), and beat him up specifically. I remember reading in the news that Star Children formed secret private security companies in every single major city in hopes that this guy hires them.

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