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Kansas City Living Room Home Bar Mid-sized trendy open concept brown floor and exposed beam living room photo with a bar and gray walls
Thanks @rezworks for bringing it together. (at Fortitude Valley)
“I just don’t know where all this fat came from!? I swear I don’t eat that much!”
Oh yeah.. it just “magically” appeared and has nothing to do with all the donuts and cakes you snack on at the office. All those beers after work and quick Mcdonalds trips have been adding up, Porky. Soon that belly will be even bigger and hanging even lower before you know it. You’ll never be skinny ever again 😈
karin uzumaki aka THE office siren blueprint
HOW TO BE OFFICE SIREN
Have slik hair
Wear Bayonetta glasses
Stylish hats
Intellectual jewelry (clock, small elegant earings)
Always be on point
Low waist flare trousers
Button up shirts
Black vests
Designer bags
Neutral colors (black white,grey,brown etc)
Black heels
Mary janes
Stiletto heels
Pencil skirts
Midi skirts
Simple and elegant makeup
Confident
Competitive
Hard working
Social, everyone knows her
What happened in that room
It wasn't pitch black when I suddenly opened my eyes. I had expected darkness; utterly pure darkness engulfing me and suffocating me with the intensity of its denseness. However, it wasn't dense like I expected. I was breathing freely. It wasn't anything like I expected even though I didn't know what to expect of it. I didn't have time to process anything that happened because it happened so quickly. The impact was too great.
When the body hits a solid surface with a great force, usually the head and the lungs collapse under pressure. The major bones crack, the arteries burst and the heart stops beating. The person often feels nothing as everything happens all too quickly at times. The body feels no rush as it stops functioning while multiple organs fail due to the lack of oxygen. The body experiences something called a trauma.
I don't fully remember the events that lead me to this place. I remember driving to work. I remember that I was excited about the presentation I had prepared for my boss. I remember pressing the horn a couple of times because the car in front of mine was going at 40mph instead of 60mph like the street sign showed. And lastly, I remember a loud noise, almost deafening and strong enough to throw me off balance. Right after that I woke up in this room; this queer looking room filled with an emptiness, devoid of anything else but me.
Home Office Built-In Inspiration for a large, classic built-in desk, a medium-tone wood floor, a brown floor, beige walls, and a fireplace-free home office
“Why hello there, Jones. I’ve been waiting a long time for this” purred a husky woman’s voice in the dark. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my hand fell away from the broken lightswitch.
I licked my lips briefly, and paused, listening. I could hear a slow, deliberate clack-clacking, like someone walking in heels. It grew louder as they approached.
“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” she called again, Caribbean inflections echoing off the tall, metallic lab machines. I thought I could see a silhouette approaching darker than the blackness around me, but I could have been wrong. I nervously tugged my lab coat, and then balled my fists.
I could feel the vibrations of each footstep as the figure loomed towards me. I called out “Who is that?”
A chuckle responded, sultry and dry. The footsteps stopped, and I could hear breathing close to me, a lightly laboured pant. I swung my fist out into the gloom, hitting nothing.
“What do you want?!” I yelled, backing further into the corner.
A soft sound was emitted by the voice, like a small sighing groan. A light flickered somewhere, and I was momentarily blinded.
Blinking furiously, I saw Trinity Foster, the head of lab, whom I had met twice before. I knew this from the nametag still hanging from the remnants of her lab coat. The thing looked to have been shredded, and the cause thereof was obvious. Her breasts ballooned before me, massive juggs in a too small DD bra. Her hair, normally kept in a bun, spilled out past her heavily made up eyes, on to her massive mammories, which poured out from their lacy confines, making the bra creak each time she moved. Her skirt had fared better in the comparative sense, having only been stretched skin tight by the voluminous hips, thighs, and ass that had bloomed from what I recalled to have been a flat surface. She was a cornucopia of curves; a bacchanal of bounty, at which I stood gaping, transfixed.
She stood before me, aware of her impressiveness, and leaned back against a machine, clicking her black high heeled boots together as she crossed her legs. She spread her arms, displaying the outer echelons of her magnificent rack, and moaned, “Why my dear, I thought it would be quite obvious by now. I want you.”
It had been a really bad week at the office.
(Lesson learned: hands are hard.)
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“It’s you this time.”
Look at everyone. All the staring faces. So many wide, watching eyes trying to mask their terror. The macabre interest hidden just behind is all to obvious— because you’ve done the same thing when the Calls came. It was you a few days ago, watching the Selection, feeling the strange thrill spasm through you. Fear from the potential, arousal from the promise, and all of it mixed by relief when someone else was chosen. You too had been part of the many quiet whispers and loaded, meaningful wordless looks. Thinking. *Who would it be this time? Who? Why? Why were they chosen?*
Someone coughs and all your thinking implodes. That was *then*. This is now. It’s you. The stares, the quiet whispers and exchanged glances; a solar system of human emotion all about what you will undertake. You lower your gaze to the Phone.
That’s just what it is. A Phone. Sharp, elegant glistening black. It should be worn, scuffed from all that usage, it’s paint changed from how many gripping sweating hands have held it tight to their faces. It seems almost embryonic. Fragile. Too small for the transaction it undertakes. But that’s the power of it, you think, isn’t it? That’s why all of this happens, why it all comes through. Because the *thing* itself is part of it, because—
The Phone rings. The hand holding it trembles. Slightly. The presenter has been holding it too long already, you should’ve already been holding it, already waiting and prepared. Suddenly you are drenched in sweat, slick like something caught in a downpour, needing to be shaken and dried and cleaned. Your suit is your tomb. It clings to your skin, mummification robes prepared. Completed.
The Phone rings. A second ring is unheard of. Sacrilegious. Anger and fear splits the clustered crowd across so many watchful faces, dances from expression to expression. You study each finger clinging around the receiver. They are bone-white. *Will they even let you answer?*, you think, seeing each finger curled around them like that. So tight.
A blink and the Phone is in your hand. Your fingers are the ones tight around it, gripping, sweating against the impossible paint that refuses to wear. Flesh against cool, black metal. Everyone is watching. Holding their breath.
Rubber bands. When #office supplies go rogue. #stuffinthestreet (at Canyon Creek Apartments - St. Louis)
With and without text
Did one of those make an oc challenges with @samaelsinking and it spawned an idea. It became a story of a trans woman who gets discriminated at her office job but is still given and relied on heavily to do everyone else’s work. She plays DnD to cope but her group, whilst trying to respect her identity, doesn’t actually view her as a woman, and reveals their subconscious through their characters.
It was also an excuse to draw it like a shitty 90’s/early 2000s romcom Blu-ray cover
Home Office - Built-In Photo of a study room with a large minimalist built-in desk, a light wood floor, and gray walls.
Home Office in New York Inspiration for a large timeless built-in desk medium tone wood floor home office remodel with no fireplace
Aquí casual posando por la oficina..jajaja #ME #mexico #andrography #Office (from @mikemdf on Streamzoo)
Y así el panorama en general #ME #andrography #mexico #Office (from @mikemdf on Streamzoo)