Risky business(open rp to female or futa muses)
*Rebecca chuckles as she has her gun trained at the girl in front of her. She smiles slightly as she tilts her head but soon enough she giggles and lowers her gun*I think there's been a mix up I was sent here to kill some assholes who was causing trouble but imagine my surprise to see it's my sexy girlfriend also on the job hehe*she smiles putting her gun away as she walks up kissing her lovingly and lustfully. She purrs and smiles as she looks into her eyes*say how about a team up we can kill those fuckers together kinda romantic don't ya think?
Raikou didn't say anything else as she had finished venting. Not having another word on the idea. Jeanne D"Arc Alter, the berserker was always drawing her mangas, and even sharing videoes about her nights with Lucy. Raikou had enough of it, and the lancer was more annoyed about the idea. Always having to hear about it, and it just reminded Raikou more and more. "Glad to hear that, and let's go home, and you're going to spend a lot of time on all fours. I will be getting through you that you should spend time with your loving girlfriend. Also we maybe can take some pictures to shut up Jalter, and how she is with Lucy. Does Lucy tell you so much about how she is with the berserker," She started to walk away towards their home. She may be done venting, but she was horny and wanting to fuck "And should I get the collar and leash, because I will use it for your lesson,"
*Rebecca blushes slightly hearing what she was planning on doing and frankly it was turning her on. Rebecca usually would never be submissive towards anyone she always was the tough one but when it comes to sex with her girlfriend she can't help but fully give in to her letting her lover be the dominate one in the relationship*yeah she talks about it every now and then frankly a bit too often I think she does it mostly to tease me since we tend to butt heads alot...don't get me wrong we are great friends the best but she's really alittle annoying recently...*she blushes more hearing what she said about the collar and leash*I...I mean it's up to you I wouldn't mind it at all*She wasn't sure what she was in for but it seemed her lover had plans to make her learn to spend more time with her so she figures after this she may end up very sore*
"I'm very tired of all the videos she sends me about the two of them fucking. Do you know how annoying is it to see a thirty minute of them fucking, and before that it was twenty minutes of Lucy wandering around Jalter and her home in her underwear. I don't need to be seen. Tease me how much she fucks despite I can't spend even a month," Raikou wanted to let out a scream as if she was annoyed. "We're adding the collar, and I'm going to spend a video to Jalter; She can see how I fuck my girlfriend into behaving. You understand Rebecca," Raikou didn't say anything else about the subject as she walked home. She had said her peace on the subject and she was done. "If you want, you can call Lucy and tell her you won't be taking any gigs. And if she says she's busy fucking Jalter, tell someone else to do it."
*She begins to wonder if jalter simply had a superiority complex*it could be she's just trying to prove herself to be better...after all her normal self is quite humble maybe her alter self is just trying to make herself seem superior hehe which could just be saying she's got a superiority complex hehe*It would make sense as a few times whenever Lucy would order jalter around she did seem quite fickle and blushes alot. Either way she wondered if she was joking or not when she said she would not only use the collar but make a video as well. She wasn't sure about that but frankly...the simple idea was turning her on. She looks at her as she nods calling Lucy to inform her she would be taking a break. V would be doing her gigs until Rebecca comes back and she smiles looking at her lover*alright I'm officially on break hehe
"But I'm not her non-Alter self. I'm simply me, and I have no care for Jalter showing off she wants to prove she is better. I do not need to see a video of her fucking Lucy with a dragon themed cock or strap-on. It is unbecoming of a heroic spirit," Raikou shook her head tired of thinking about Jalter and Lucy. She was grateful she didn't run into this problem with V. She was just wanted to spend time with her girlfriend.
"Good to hear, and now let's go home. I'm going to give you your lesson and make sure you understand you can't take tons of gigs. You're going to be on break for a long time, Rebecca," The heroic spirit leaned over and spanked Rebecca's ass, and then she turned to walk home. "Now come we have to get home sooner then later. I don't want to waste any time,"
Weathering Stainless Steel
and potentially other metals (I’ll keep a list of what I’ve tried)
Have you ever looked at the shiny, brand new buckles and metal bits you bought for your cosplay and said, “this looks way too new. My character would never have something this pristine. they’re way too dirty/old/live in the middle ages/what have you.”
Well, I said that and I was like ‘I’ll just weather this shit!’ and then I was like ‘fuck how do you rust up stainless steel? that metal thats renowned for not doing the exact thing I want it to do rn?’ but, there’s practically no tutorials out there for weathering actual metal, and I didn’t want to use paint. scratches off. not ideal. So I’m writing up the fruit of my endeavors and research, and you’re benefiting from that. congratulations.
To sum up, this is a tutorial summarizing Things To Never Do To Stainless Steel, if you want it to remain, y’know. stainless.
A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”
“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”
“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Climb aboard, then!” But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown. “Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”
“I can’t help it,” said the scorpion. “It’s my nature.”
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…But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the frog felt a subtle motion on its back, and in a panic dived deep beneath the rushing waters, leaving the scorpion to drown.
“It was going to sting me anyway,” muttered the frog, emerging on the other side of the river. “It was inevitable. You all knew it. Everyone knows what those scorpions are like. It was self-defense.”
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…But no sooner had they cast off from the bank, the frog felt the tip of a stinger pressed lightly against the back of its neck. “What do you think you’re doing?” said the frog.
“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”
They swam in silence to the other end of the river, where the scorpion climbed off, leaving the frog fuming.
“After the kindness I showed you!” said the frog. “And you threatened to kill me in return?”
“Kindness?” said the scorpion. “To only invite me on your back after you knew I was defenseless, unable to use my tail without killing myself? My dear frog, I only treated you as I was treated. Your kindness was as poisoned as a scorpion’s sting.”
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…“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”
“You have a point,” the frog acknowledged. “But once we get to dry land, couldn’t you sting me then without repercussion?”
“All I want is to cross the river safely,” said the scorpion. “Once I’m on the other side I would gladly let you be.”
“But I would have to trust you on that,” said the frog. “While you’re pressing a stinger to my neck. By ferrying you to land I’d be be giving up the one deterrent I hold over you.”
“But by the same logic, I can’t possibly withdraw my stinger while we’re still over water,” the scorpion protested.
The frog paused in the middle of the river, treading water. “So, I suppose we’re at an impasse.”
The river rushed around them. The scorpion’s stinger twitched against the frog’s unbroken skin. “I suppose so,” the scorpion said.
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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Absolutely not!” said the frog, and dived beneath the waters, and so none of them learned anything.
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A scorpion, being unable to swim, asked a turtle (as in the original Persian version of the fable) to carry it across the river. The turtle readily agreed, and allowed the scorpion aboard its shell. Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell. The turtle, swimming placidly, failed to notice.
They reached the other side of the river, and parted ways as friends.
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…Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell.
The turtle, hearing the tap of the scorpion’s sting, was offended at the scorpion’s ungratefulness. Thankfully, having been granted the powers to both defend itself and to punish evil, the turtle sank beneath the waters and drowned the scorpion out of principle.
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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” sneered the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back.”
The scorpion pleaded earnestly. “Do you think so little of me? Please, I must cross the river. What would I gain from stinging you? I would only end up drowning myself!”
“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Even a scorpion knows to look out for its own skin. Climb aboard, then!”
But as they forged through the rushing waters, the scorpion grew worried. This frog thinks me a ruthless killer, it thought. Would it not be justified in throwing me off now and ridding the world of me? Why else would it agree to this? Every jostle made the scorpion more and more anxious, until the frog surged forward with a particularly large splash, and in panic the scorpion lashed out with its stinger.
“I knew it,” snarled the frog, as they both thrashed and drowned. “A scorpion cannot change its nature.”
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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. The frog agreed, but no sooner than they were halfway across the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown.
“I’ve only myself to blame,” sighed the frog, as they both sank beneath the waters. “You, you’re a scorpion, I couldn’t have expected anything better. But I knew better, and yet I went against my judgement! And now I’ve doomed us both!”
“You couldn’t help it,” said the scorpion mildly. “It’s your nature.”
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…“Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”
“Alas, I was of two natures,” said the scorpion. “One said to gratefully ride your back across the river, and the other said to sting you where you stood. And so both fought, and neither won.” It smiled wistfully. “Ah, it would be nice to be just one thing, wouldn’t it? Unadulterated in nature. Without the capacity for conflict or regret.”
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“By the way,” said the frog, as they swam, “I’ve been meaning to ask: What’s on the other side of the river?”
“It’s the journey,” said the scorpion. “Not the destination.”
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…“What’s on the other side of anything?” said the scorpion. “A new beginning.”
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…”Another scorpion to mate with,” said the scorpion. “And more prey to kill, and more living bodies to poison, and a forthcoming lineage of cruelties that you will be culpable in.”
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…”Nothing we will live to see, I fear,” said the scorpion. “Already the currents are growing stronger, and the river seems like it shall swallow us both. We surge forward, and the shoreline recedes. But does that mean our striving was in vain?”
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“I love you,” said the scorpion.
The frog glanced upward. “Do you?”
“Absolutely. Can you imagine the fear of drowning? Of course not. You’re a frog. Might as well be scared of breathing air. And yet here I am, clinging to your back, as the waters rage around us. Isn’t that love? Isn’t that trust? Isn’t that necessity? I could not kill you without killing myself. Are we not inseparable in this?”
The frog swam on, the both of them silent.
___
“I’m so tired,” murmured the frog eventually. “How much further to the other side? I don’t know how long we’ve been swimming. I’ve been treading water. And it’s getting so very dark.”
“Shh,” the scorpion said. “Don’t be afraid.”
The frog’s legs kicked out weakly. “How long has it been? We’re lost. We’re lost! We’re doomed to be cast about the waters forever. There is no land. There’s nothing on the other side, don’t you see!”
“Shh, shh,” said the scorpion. “My venom is a hallucinogenic. Beneath its surface, the river is endlessly deep, its currents carrying many things.”
“You - You’ve killed us both,” said the frog, and began to laugh deliriously. “Is this - is this what it’s like to drown?”
“We’ve killed each other,” said the scorpion soothingly. “My venom in my glands now pulsing through your veins, the waters of your birthing pool suffusing my lungs. We are engulfing each other now, drowning in each other. I am breathless. Do you feel it? Do you feel my sting pierced through your heart?”
“What a foolish thing to do,” murmured the frog. “No logic. No logic to it at all.”
“We couldn’t help it,” whispered the scorpion. “It’s our natures. Why else does anything in the world happen? Because we were made for this from birth, darling, every moment inexplicable and inevitable. What a crazy thing it is to fall in love, and yet - It’s all our fault! We are both blameless. We’re together now, darling. It couldn’t have happened any other way.”
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“It’s funny,” said the frog. “I can’t say that I trust you, really. Or that I even think very much of you and that nasty little stinger of yours to begin with. But I’m doing this for you regardless. It’s strange, isn’t it? It’s strange. Why would I do this? I want to help you, want to go out of my way to help you. I let you climb right onto my back! Now, whyever would I go and do a foolish thing like that?”
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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”
“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”
“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Come aboard, then!” But no sooner had the scorpion mounted the frog’s back than it began to sting, repeatedly, while still safely on the river’s bank.
The frog groaned, thrashing weakly as the venom coursed through its veins, beginning to liquefy its flesh. “Ah,” it muttered. “For some reason I never considered this possibility.”
“Because you were never scared of me,” the scorpion whispered in its ear. “You were never scared of dying. In a past life you wore a shell and sat in judgement. And then you were reborn: soft-skinned, swift, unburdened, as new and vulnerable as a child, moving anew through a world of children. How could anyone ever be cruel, you thought, seeing the precariousness of it all?” The scorpion bowed its head and drank. “How could anyone kill you without killing themselves?”
funnier and more horrifying every single year
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Iranian women share lunch after planting rice.
Mazandaran Province. Near the village of Zirab. Iran, 2001.
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HOLD UP IF EVERY PERSON IN THE SERIAL KILLER FANDOM PUT IN LIKE $10 WE COULD BUY JEFFERY DAHMERS CHILDHOOD HOME AND WE COULD ALL LIVE THERE
date of origin: 2015
I had this dream that for some reason Mcdonalds was giving out Gorillaz toys to celebrate the new album and they would say things if u pressed a button like any good Mcdonalds toy and they were all nice except the Murdoc one said something like “Oi fuck my dick itches” and parents got ….mad
why apologize this is exactly 2020 energy
Ubisoft glitches now interfering with reality.
Observer: System Redux is an incredible looking definitive edition of the Observer cyberpunk horror game with Rutger Hauer as a neural detective entering the minds of the dead and dying
Something I’ve been thinking/worrying about is how long is social distancing supposed to last?
So far people are only talking about it as if we’ll be doing it for 1-2 months, but like couldn’t we possibly be forced to socially distance until a vaccine is developed? That means we’d all be cooped up in our apartments and working from home until December at earliest.
And what would that mean, socially? Would it even be susutainable?
I think the hope is that things will taper off in the summer at least for a little while, but it’s not hard to imagine that it could take us into the next flu season if treatments aren’t forthcoming.
Socially, I think it’s fine. People will manage. But it’s going to be very rough for parents with children they can’t leave alone, and well as for most small businesses, especially food places and entertainment venues, and by extension for anyone who works at those places. I don’t know how we’re going to manage that.
Narrator: “Things did not taper off.”
“Good news everyone! Masks work, as long as everyone wears one, even if it’s a half-assed bandana or whatever! Isn’t that amazing? Everyone just wear a mask in public and don’t do anything really dumb like reopen the schools, and we’ll get through this way better than we thought we could! It’s a no-brainer, right?”
Narrator: It was not a no-brainer.
I seem to recall certain widespread protests, which doubtless transmitted covid despite mask usage, but are conveniently ignored.
