#Average minty day

[minty-bubblegum]

I can't wait until tomorrow to show u my new haircut

Lmao reminds me how I found a new way to style my bangs :3

[brennenscolby]

The best thing cash can buy.

• Warnings + content: MINORS do NOT interact! yandere tendencies, mentions of guns, weapons, violence, fellatio (blow-jobs), dirty talk, edging, cunnilingus, breathplay, voyeurism, fingering, creampie, groping, breast play, hickies & bruises, breast fetishism, Dom! Koko, Switch Koko¡ pussydrunk! Koko, choking, overstimulation, body worship, begging, anal play, spanking, aphrodisiacs, missionary sex, backshots:*, role play, obsession, infatuation, praise, Sub! Reader

• Suggested tracks: Oui - Jeremih + Wake Up in the Sky - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars, Kodak Black + Pour It Up- Rihanna

• Summary: in which you capture the attention of certain executive treasurer….

• Pairings: Bonten! Kokonoi Hajime x Stripper! Female reader

• Genre: dub-con, CNC, sugar baby themes, BDSM, dark fic, self insert

A/n: For now, this is just a ONE SHOT. please let me know if you guys are interested in a longer series!

One -

Wc: 1.5k

The night he came around, the gentleman’s club was packed with numerous clients, of which on average consisted of grown men, years of age accelerated into your future. A handful appropriated ulterior motives such as serving infidelity to their wives and offspring, whom of which foolishly waited for them at home, while others occupied the club to fill the void in their hearts fabricated by failed relationships they could never re-establish ever again. But he wasn’t one of them. No, his youthfulness radiated a concoction of mischief and elegance at best, morphing into the epitome of immortality.

“You’re my favorite.”

The sleek skin behind your neck still prickled with elevated hairs even after the incident. It’d been days ago, when his minty breath fanned your heated ear cooly, and his honeyed voice blessed your ears with its attractive, low vibration the second your smooth knees squished into the pristine leather chair beneath his manspreaded thighs. A lap dance is what he paid for, and unlike the majority of occupants in the building, you willingly gave him a moment to commemorate with the likes of high libido at best.

A shiver clambered down your spine in the space you occupied, hands coursing with adrenaline as you gulped and blinked profusely to drown out the memory underneath the darkened spots behind your eyelids.

You shouldn’t be doing that, not right now anyway. You had plenty of time to reminisce and sulk in the bittersweet memory when you got home with sore feet and a bag full of generous tips. While this specific individual hypnotized you with the grace of his gentility, you were sure he wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. Especially not to a Gentleman’s club laced with greedy tensions in the epicenter of Tokyo’s most dangerous gang.

An inkling of terror filled a space at the back of your turbulent mind after you first obtained this information upon accepting the job with desperation in light of your debts and bills over a year ago. You turned a blind eye to the impending doom manifesting in every corner of the wretched building as it was the only location where you found serenity, certainly from the strict rules that protected strippers and additionally contributed to a large sum of income. According to the circulating rumors you couldn’t help but overhear through the passage of murmurs and giggles, the apparent owner of the club was actually a Toman member himself. However, the high-ranking member’s name was unknown, as was their appearance.

Your bottom settled on the cushioned stool, the flattened red and worn fabric weaving out a distinct matted dip, of which provided a small discomfort to the cheek of your butt. A flicker of displeasure sprouted across your face, before disappearing the second your nimble fingers snapped the pearl-shaded switch located beside the widened work surface you called a desk. Pretty bulbs of light framing your rectangular mirror illuminated your set up, encouraging you to pull out the withered little pouch you called a makeup purse.

Upon pulling out other necessities, you stilled for a second, excitement spreading across your face as you leaned into the mirror, hues of yellowed light bouncing across your cheeks and face. Brush after brush smeared across the apples of your cheeks, to the fluttery spaces below your brows, followed by your plump, crimson colored lips. Every second of the way, he ghosted your thoughts, haunting every single one from beginning to end with his endearing presence that beckoned you over with an alarming yet thrilling temptation of the unknown.

The pad of your tongue collected spit, parching your dried lips as you contemplated what to do next in order to wash away the person living in your head. Standing upright, you easily slipped into your night apparel, of which was fabricated from black lace material that operated to highlight the hidden gems and feathers appended for the aesthetic embrace of burlesque style. A relaxed sigh heaved from your lungs before you inhaled the timber-tinted scents the room concocted from years of regular wooden desk utilization.

The base of your hands bled pastel from lack of circulation as they brushed the decorated cups of your revealing bosom, adjusting them to the perfect angle for the saturating pads of your fingers to sprinkle on shimmer and bronze. As you did so, your brow twitched in anticipation, the tender blubber of your chest reminding you of the moment he fondly gazed down at your inviting and divine breasts, drool stimulating the nerves of his tongue and almost coercing him to salivate before meeting your eyes intently.

“Beautiful.”

What did you get yourself into?

You remained upright in the empty room, heat igniting your face as you fanned away the invading and persistent notions with your pigment covered appendages. It was only one night you saw him, and you couldn’t help but think, could he be here today again? Most importantly for you?

You shook your head furiously out of distaste but your heart voluntarily skipped a beat with little resistance, almost as if to say yes. With feigned denial, you focused on securing the laces of your thick heels. The rusted door handle across the room jiggled alarmingly, and you rested assured, knowing the entrance of an employee was anticipated. Your feet plowed onto the floor below, falling in sync with the announcement you consciously knew would reach your ears.

“Hey, you’re on.”

You nodded obediently at your manager, passing her with easy and additional sway in your delectable hips as you waltzed to the navy curtain framing the sizeable platform adjacent to your dressing room. You completed your final round of routine by counting your blessings as you predicted the seconds you’d be greeted with expectancy.

Music vibrated across the polished ground, smoothly sliding beneath your heeled feet and up to your chest, violently making your blood thump as the passage of your name made its way across your ear canals. Like you rehearsed numerous times before, a cute smile framed your face. The drapes rolled apart, presenting your jewel encrusted, radiant frame. You batted your thickly coated eyelashes at the audience, recognizing a few suited bodies from previous encounters.

The palms of your hands arched upwards as the lower placement of your lush body expertly rolled in a teasing manner, exhibiting the shimmering skin of your legs in addition to the miniscule fabric framing your backside. In a concealed manner your darkened eyes scanned across the exposed, neon shaded room, before drooping from the lack of a certain someone.

The tune of the song bursting with conviction enraptured your attention, and your concentration drew back to the seductive, yet elegant routine. Engrossing your sensual movements to the pounding bass echoing from overhead speakers, you smiled beautifully at every hand that threw green bills at your designated metallic pole. And even when they desperately clawed to grab any part of your essence, you smirked before playfully retreating. This was your life and you’d surely milk every second of it for success and payment.

Your hips visibly smoothed and straightened with each swivel, spawning cries of exasperation from the audience you entertained. The back of your sleek, polished thigh hooked around the crown of your silver pole, and you twirled majestically, harmonizing hues of light reflecting translucent umbrellas over your frame. The crowd flocked with applause, and whistles while most importantly, tossing coins and dollar bills onto your glowing platform, igniting the flame in your irises the further you recieved cash in abundance.

Perspiration stuck to the secluded flesh behind your legs and between your fingers, executing traces of condensation onto your luminescent pole: all resulting from your scorched and wet skin. Exhaustion tinted your optimistic thoughts as you further pressed to maintain positions of dignity and most importantly, energy. The set had been going for half an hour, and you were almost done, luckily you’d get to take a long break for the awaited finale routine of the night. Though, with all the leisure time you’d have until the final routine, you wished for another way to pass the time.

While you proved to be popular at shuffling seductively across a metallic pole, you weren’t exactly praised enough to gain the interest of clients in private room sessions. And those were the most favorable at prompting convincing stacks that served as evidence to the existence of money trees.

However, your attempts of yearning for more secluded festivities had quickly been put off after the first few purchasers you bitterly entertained. On top of filthy men watching you dance, they always violated the rules, such that required no touching. While they had their lap dances completely terminated, you’d always lose money due to their childish whines of refunds for incompletion. The contract conducted between them and your manager only made it worse as refunds were a written agreement that failed to be discussed with you prior.

And while you despairingly sulked and grabbed a saddened drink at the bar after most of your routines, one day, your dreams of longing for more finally came true. And this was made possible by a certain gentleman with pretty eyes and an intimidating presence.

You waved half-heartedly at the captivated audience as handfuls of clients began to disperse and look towards other assembled platforms across the hall, preparations intact for the presentation of additional strippers. The security guards shielding your area of performance guided remaining clients towards miniatures side shows, of which occupied locations even a few floors above your own. However, they weren’t able to lead a certain body astray.

Your knees cracked discomfortly when you kneeled with outstretched palms to scramble and scoop up the half hanging, crumpled dollar bills on your LED platform, which faced execution if they spilled on the matted ground below. You sighed deeply once a few gave into murderous temptation. Despair and anguish ate at the little determination you had in your aching bones to move, before you abruptly stood on your sore ankles to grab at whatever you could muster in the darkening space.

The intensity of your cash excursion consumed the the last few remnants of your focus and you failed to notice the approaching shadow expanding over your form. The sound of steps made your ears twitch and you curiously gazed ahead, only to find yourself approximately nose to nose with exquisite and perfectly shined shoes that donned a familiar shade of black you could only reminisce on from your prior memories.

“Don’t pick that up.” Your brain could barely register what was said the second you felt the cash being snatched from your greedy palms, and thrown into the rusted, blue bucket you called your ‘happy holder’. Your look of shock intensified the longer you glared at the newly arrived guards in front of you, but it was quickly altered the second you realized who echoed the command with a demanding snap. The back of your spine felt rigid and adhered right down to the rugged ground your knees pressed tightly against.

Before even accepting the pleasant chance to gaze upon his attractive face, you picked your wobbling legs up, and fixed your posture to look even the slightest bit presentable. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of your shimmering, flushed cheek, marking its territory on a hollow dip between your shoulder and collarbone. You blinked once, or twice or even three times before conjuring up what to say whilst avoiding his enchanting gaze. “Y-you came.” You announced, the pounding of your heartbeat presenting minuscule tremors down your arms with tingly sensations grazing your legs.

He stood in all his glory, the plush of his lips still holding that charming, dark smile he cockily wielded in your presence. A familiar streak of eyeliner in the shade of vermillion framed the feline shape of his narrowed eyes, enchanting them to appear striking and menacing, yet alluring to your gaze. The second his dark eyes met yours, he chuckled in amusement, making your heart skip a beat.

“Ain’t it obvious? Of course I did. Couldn’t forget about my favorite girl.”

A mischievous glint dusted over the twinkle in his dark eyes. His pink, wet muscle of a tongue skippered out of his mouth, and only added to the chaos it would ensue.

[autism-purgatory]

OC deep dive tag

thanks for the open tag @the-golden-comet! I’ll pick Tors and Feron :)

Phobias: Tors doesn’t have any, Feron has Megalophobia (fear of large things)

Other fears: They both don’t like spiders and hawks.

Pet peeves: Snobbishness (which is hilarious coming from Feron)

3 items you can find in their bedroom: For Feron, a board full of ancient maps and records, a houseplant that reaches the ceiling, and a few stray books. For Tors, an extremely messy bed, ceremonial swords hung up on the wall and a few monster heads mounted up.

First thing they notice in a person? Both of them immediately try to see if someone has a secret weapon on them.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? Tors is a 10, he could lose his whole hand and passing out from blood loss would be a bigger problem than the pain. As for Feron, I’d say a 6. He’s pretty average when it comes to pain tolerance.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Tors is instant fight, Feron is flight, but in a pissed off cat in a corner way.

Does he come from a big family/are they a family person? Feron has an older brother, and was adopted by his grandparents after his parents died during a storm, and he is very much not a family person. Tors’ parents are Odoan, the former Royal Guard of Neretia, and Izara, a noblewoman from southern Heoa. He has a twin brother named Taos. Tors is a lot more affectionate to his mother than his father due to him being too busy as the Royal Guard to properly be in his life.

What animal represents them best? A great white shark for Tors and a Honduran white bat for Feron

What is a smell that they dislike? They both haaaaate the smell of raw meat, despite the fact that they slay sea monsters almost every day.

Have they broken any bones? Yes. Feron breaks his hand at some point.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Feron is a night owl and Tors sometimes has to force him to sleep, no matter how fascinating those ancient maps seem. Tors is an unwilling morning person, because he spends a good chunk of his mornings training royal squires like Feron.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? For Tors, minty, for Feron, bitter. Chocolate and cacao pods are heavily traded to other places from Neretia since they’re the only place that can grow them. Chocolate usually takes a liquid form and is rather bitter.

Do they have any hobbies? For Feron, it’s cartography and reading, for Tors, does skinning and harvesting sea monsters for food count?

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Feron would be pleasantly surprised and isn’t too taken aback by it. Depending on how they surprise him, Tors might end up accidentally punching someone.

Do they like to wear jewelry? Nope, neither of them do. There’s actually a scene where Tors has to where bejeweled ceremonial armor and it feels like SHIIIIIIT.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Both very neat.

What are the two emotions they feel the most? For Tors, Grumpy, for Feron…I dunno what’s the emotion version of being a sad wet cat?

Do they have a favorite fabric? Both of them like how fur feels, despite its rarity in Neretia since most of the wildlife is reptilian/amphibious.

What kind of accent do they have? Both british, I imagine Tors sounds like Ghost from COD and Feron sounds like Prince Lothric from Dark Souls 3. I’m too lazy to add video clips.

Open tag!

[impawsiblecat]

100 Days of Deathduo

Customer Service AU!!

This is made for @mintyteasoup because they are so very cool. Happy birthday Minty! You are so beloved. I hope I did this au justice, even though I've never worked in customer service these are all real stories haha.

    Oh, this was exciting. Well, the job itself wasn’t, and Icee had originally wanted to work somewhere else, a library maybe, or a teacher’s assistant, or something, but this was a decent enough option. It would give them money at least. And Clover was here, worked here, and was an assistant manager here, which was the exciting part. Clover was so cool. Working at a store was just stocking shelves and bagging items right? So it would be fine.

    They were a tad nervous, it was a new job, a new situation, but it would be fine! Probably. And so, Icee walked up to the store doors and waited for them to open automatically. It made them feel like a jedi whenever it happened, and they sneakily looked around before holding their hand out to pretend they were using the force. Only for the doors to not open. Right. The store was closed.

    Icee got their phone out and texted Clover. They texted her on the app they had downloaded for work, instead of discord, which was a bit strange, but this was a work related thing! And so should be kept in the work app chat messages. Which was great. Amazing, really.

    Oh. According to Clover, Icee was supposed to go into the side entrance. Not the front entrance. That made a lot of sense, actually. Just as she said, when they got to the correct door, it was unlocked. And Clover was on the other side when Icee entered. Which was such great news.

    “Icee! Hello! Welcome to your new job. Here, let me show you where to clock in and then I can instruct you what to do. We haven’t opened yet but there are a few things we need to do beforehand. Any questions?” Clover asked.

    Icee shook their head, and headed to the clipboard, signing in and logging their hours. It was a fairly straightforward thing, really, just writing their name and the time they entered the building. What job would Clover assign them? Maybe Icee would have to restock some of the shelves, or put away some of the items.

    “Great, now that that’s done, I’m gonna show you to the cleaning supplies and the bathrooms, which you will be cleaning during your morning shifts. All the newbie’s do it.” And oh. Clover was assigning the bathroom duties to Icee. They made a face showing their displeasure.

    “Clover. Clover do I have to? Can’t I help somewhere else?” Icee asked. Clover just looked at them amused.

    “Sorry Icee, that’s not how it works. Bathroom duties don’t care about friendships.” She says, shaking her head and gesturing to follow.

    “Please Clover? What if I get you hot cocoa? And gummy worms?” Icee begs, a last ditch effort. Clover just laughs again.

    “No. And we both know you are gonna do that anyways. Even though you absolutely do not have to ever.” She smiles amusedly. “Now come on, follow me to the cleaning closet.

    Icee follows, grumbling under their breath. So much for Clover being the exciting part of the job.

—--

    It was a pretty average Tuesday, not the busiest but busy enough that there was a steady stream of customers at Clover’s register. It was nice sometimes, getting into the lull of scanning and bagging items, making pleasant small talk with the customers. Sure, occasionally there were a few rude ones, but today had been pretty calm in terms of the customers. 

    “Hello there.” Clover politely smiled as she started scanning the items, smiling at the customer in front of her while she worked. They let out a polite hello, but when Clover looked up, their eyes were focused on something behind her. Which wasn’t too strange, they were probably checking out some of the items required to stay back there.

    And then Clover felt a chill down her spine when she heard a voice directly behind her say “Boo,” as she felt someone poke her shoulder, and she yelped and swiftly turned, properly startled.

    “Icee! How could you do this to me?” She asked as she started laughing, seeing her coworker and friend in front of her. They just laughed in response and grabbed one of the spare keys from the counter behind Clover before waving and leaving, continuing to chuckle. 

    Clover shook her head fondly and looked at the customer who was also laughing slightly. “You saw them, didn’t you?” She asked, and she she grinned when they nodded their head. ‘I will get them back, don’t worry.” She responded as she gave them their order.

—------

It was Icee’s first day at the register without assistance. They were really moving up in the world. Kind of. Maybe just moving up in the store, but hey, progress is progress. It was going smoothly, really, and Clover was only a text away if they needed help, which was pretty nice.

They smiled at the man who was next and focused on scanning and bagging the items, making sure to put the bread on top and ask if he wanted a bag for his milk, doing all of the things that a good register worker did. It was perfect. And then the man’s card declined when he tried to pay, and he started walking away before they realized what has happened. 

“Sir? Sir, your card declined.” They called out, but the store was loud and a bit busier than normal, and they didn’t think he could hear them. So obviously, Icee did the only logical thing to do.

And jumped directly over the counter. They apologized to the next customer in line and started running over to the man. “Sir, your card declined!’ They said, huffing from the sprint. I’m so sorry, but would you, uh, possibly come back to pay?” They said, as calmly as they could while out of breath.

Luckily, the man seemed to only be annoyed instead of outright angry, and he came back without much of a hassle. And when they got back to their station, they saw Clover behind the register, smiling amusedly at them.

“You really shouldn’t leave your station unattended, you know. But it’s ok, you did your best and I'm proud of you.’ Clover said, letting Icee take their place back to complete the transaction. “Next time, you could always call me or the security guards, you don’t have to become an Olympian to try to catch someone.” She said, tapping the phone next to the register. “I’m always gonna be here if you need me.”

Icee just laughed, a bit embarrassed, and started finishing the transaction with the man.

[frosthidden]

THINGS  YOUR  MUSE  WILL  NOTICE  ABOUT  MINE.   repost  ,  do  not  reblog.

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE.    alice is average height (5'5"), she's got a bit of a computer user's posture, but its not too bad. she comes off as confident in herself and in her body. she wears a lot of clothing thats either loose or shows a lot of exposed skin (she gets hot easily). she has a lot of tattoos and these are very noticeable. she's stylish, but she's not regularly buying new clothes. she likes lots of mixed jewlery, rings, earrings and necklaces. in terms of shoes, she wears boots and sneakers for the most part. her hair is long, it's usually curly and worn down or half down. she tries to take care of her hair, but its not always the best cared for and either greasy or visibly dry. she wears minimal makeup, mostly eyeliner or eyeshadow and lipstick, less face makeup. her fingernails usually have chipped black nail polish and are kept short. her cuticles are kind of a nightmare.

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE.   alice usually smells alright. it's kind of a mix of target perfume (when she remembers), weed, cigarette smoke, her shower gel/shampoo. she also has a kind of crispness to her smell, a bit like a cold wind in winter. hmm wonder why. there's a little bit of a minty-ness about her too, she really loves peppermints.

WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE.  alice tastes like mint, like nicotine, coffee or matcha (whatever she had that day)

WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE.    alice is from brooklyn, her family was middle class and her mom did come from some money so i think she has a bit of a "well bred" accent. that being said, she does sound like she's from new york. she has an accent and way of speaking influenced by the neighborhood she grew up in and the neighborhoods she spent time in as a teenager. she's got a mid range voice, not too high or too low. she used to be a singer too, alice took voice lessons for a little while. she's a soprano, but hasn't been trained in over a decade.

WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE .    alice runs cold, her body temperature is about 20-30 degrees colder than the average person. she's not freezing to the touch, but she takes some getting used to. whether or not she shaves her arms/legs ect is subject to how she feels at the time so sometimes her skin is smooth, sometimes it's a lil hairy. she's got a lot of tattoos so if you were to touch her you'd definitely feel those. she can be a little shakey, not concerningly so but she does have a bit of a quiver in her hands. she's got more than a few scars. on a more meta level, i think alice feels a bit brisk to most people. she can be warm, she can be comforting, but i don't think she comes off that way at first and it's on purpose.

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[lusifernocturne]

The Grim Kraken

Located near the dock, it has three stories plus a basement used for storage. The top floor is off limits to guest as the innkeepers and their family live there. The bottom floor has a large tavern, a communal room with 12 beds(renting a bed and chest in the room is 5cp), and 6 small single rooms(8cp). The middle floor has 8 rooms with two single beds(2sp), 5 rooms with a double bed(5sp), and 3 rooms with two double beds(8sp).

Innkeeper: Sirus and Passion(Tiefling couple), with their kids Art(17 year old boy), Wit(14 year old girl), Naza(11 year old girl), Mavzer(5 year old boy), and Dexez(8 year old Leonin who was left on their door step as a baby).

Menu (or average price of a room/meal): Roasted Oxen and Dried Watercress with a tankard of ale (7 cp),  Goat and Quail Egg Omelets, served with lingonberrys(4sp), Roasted hazelnuts and fresh apples with a strip of bear jerky and a wedge of ripe cheese(10sp), Celebratory Goat Stew with assorted fruits, nuts, and cheeses(10cp), Spicy Jambalaya with crispy eel skin strips on top(8sp), Bread pudding with extra sharp dire goat cheese, comes with a side of grilled onions and carrots(10sp), meatloaf with garlic bread and potato edges(9cp), Shrimp Salad(8cp), Salmon Burgers with lettuce/spinach, tomato, and red onion with a side of fries(6sp), Seafood Gumbo, rice, corn bread, and fried okra(9sp), Clam Chowder, bread, and side salad(4sp), Fish and chips(8cp), baked or grilled fish with apple walnut slaw(2sp), pancakes with bacon/sausage, 2 eggs cooked to your taste, and mixed fruit(3sp), Stewed Mutton and grilled cabbage(4cp), Vegetable Stew(3cp), Wheat Porridge(3cp), Stewed Mutton and Soft Cheese(4cp), tankard of Mead(2cp), tankard of Ale(2cp), tankard of Rum(5cp-10sp depending on quality), tankard of local fruit wine(10cp-12sp), tankard of beer(2cp), and the special brew menu made by Passion.

Rumors: Ruins in the woods, imports, items of interest, and local jobs.

Passion's special brew menu:

Tarnation - A strong spiced cider served warm and traditionally drank as quickly as possible after a boisterous cheer or a lewd drinking song. Enchantmented with the effect of the consumer belching a small flame right after ingesting.(20gp)

The Sweet Roll - flavors of cinnamon and sugar blend with the strong scent of rum. The drinker gains an additional 1d4 to any pickpocket attempts for the next hour.(15gp)

The Chromatic - 5 different shots, one for each color of the different dragons. One is black and syrupy, one blue and gives a tingly feeling, one is on fire, one is green and tastes a bit minty, the last is white and frosts the closest things. They are mixed together and separate in the cup making a very nice presentation.(30gp)

Ginger Ale - Wait, this doesn’t taste like ginger at all... An ale that turns your hair ginger, effect lasts for 1d6 days.(10gp)

For Phoenix’s Sake - a local sake or rice wine, popular with priests.(20sp)

[cxnsolatio]

/ hc. about hygiene.

law showers every single day, unless it can't be helped. (to go a-pirating may not come with the necessary amenities). he might take two showers in a day in hot weather, or if the tang is especially, out of the ordinary hot in spite of whatever is going on above the surface. otherwise, he may just wash his lowers.

apropos, law uses the toilet and washes his lowers after intercourse. he's an uncircumcised doctor, you be rest assured he's preventing smegma and infection.

he's very particular about his facial hair, which he cherishes. presently, he does not care for growing his goatee into another kind of beard or sporting a moustache, so he shaves the stubble, which averages about four days to appear unorderly, about two times a week. you may catch him in one of such days, where minor stubble is present.

orally, he's a dentist's dream: brushes the teeth, flosses, gargles with salt water and scrapes his tongue. instead of mouthwash, however, law likes to chew on spearmint leaves or take them prepared as tea, as a means to cleanse his mouth from the always-needed coffee, the occasional smoke and scotch. those (un)lucky enough to kiss his mouth may be able to pick traces of any of these, but it's a fairly minty mouth.

i've alluded to this before while in character, but law moisturises his skin, not considering it purely cosmetic caprice but healthcare practice as well. dry skin tends to tear, opening gates to potential infections. this he does after showering, and normally with a dry oil instead of a cream texture. this doubles as a body fragrance instead of perfume and gives his taupe skin a bit of a glow.

law smells mostly of cedarwood, anise and sweet almond. plus the already-mentioned notes one may find in his mouth. whiffs of rubbing alcohol may waft off his hands several times doing the day.

[fox-the-artist-fruit-canid]

operation redesing 1

finally i finished this...

with some luck the information is still readeable and i hope it is,but if its hard to read,just zoom into the image.

but asuming and knowing my horrendus hand writing dosen't let you read i will traduce what is writen.

still i cant promise something better as my english sometimes fails since is not my born language.

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Personal status

name: mis

age: 22 irken years old

species:geneticaly mutated irken

gender: male

height: 6'3 feet|1,95 cm

weight: not confirmated|lower than average

category: defective

actual profesion: archivator|mail man

actual rank: supervisor of defective quarantine station delta

Militar status

>retired

>ex-elite

>used to be an assassin|spy|pilot

Familiar status

-explorer ikarus|mother| <deceased>

-scientist viridis|father| <alive-working>

-elite soldier take|brother| <alive-in service>

Fisical health status

blood: usual reddish fuchsia,but due to an blood transmision illness is slowly turning to a sky blue tone.

scars: over the 78% of his body,including an enter one in the back and the out one in his chest.

missing limbs: none

another problem:

>half blinded,almost lost his right eye in a figth with an elite

>half deaf,the explosion of a plasma grenade burned his left antenna and blow his left side inner ear due to proximity

>has some problems breathing and regularly coughs,in bad cases coughing out blood

>suffers bad fisical pains he usually reassures with strong pain killers

>insomnia and sleep deprivation

>sometimes will ramdomly faint or fall asleep out of nowere whithout knowing why

>will trow up his own blood at least once in the day in consequense of the illness he has

>has a very bad dust alergy

PAK status

>broken and malfunctioning

>refuses to fix it afther a long while with it in that state

>either way PAK tecnicians refused to rapair it since he is an defctive,and with that statement he dosen't have the privilage of them rapairing it

Mental health status

>has an severe non treated ptsd he somehow hides

>has an mild dissociative amnesia over certain events of his live

>conpulsive obsession disorder

-usually centered on cleaning and having things in order

>has an very severe case of DID |dissociative identity disorder| with 3 registered identitis

-Eco

|sensitive,nervous 24-7,calm and shy

|cries or gets scared easily

|passionate historian,knows a lot of idioms some even forgotten

|to tell apart the right eye will turn to an very dark blue and the pupil will turn into an water drop form,while the left one shift into a bright green.

-Sai

|inpulsive,prideful,strong headed and aggressive

|has a very short pacience and gets angry very easily

|fight maniac,likes to pick up fights to find an 'worthy oponent' and usually or more likely always wins

|to tell apart the right eye turns into an bright red with some sort of diana kind of form as the pupil,while the left one turns to an indigo kind of color

-Kira

|unpredictable,misterious,bromist and problematic

|sociopath kind of behaviour,has no self preservation

|insane medic,knows almost everything on the medic field but usually does very unethical things just for his entertainment

|to tell apart the right eye turns into an fuchsia kind of color with an X as a pupil,while the left eye turns into an sort of minty-green color

Phobias

>slight scopophobia

>slight claustrophobia

>mild thalassophobia

>mild hafephobia

>bad arachnophobia

>Strong cathisophobia

Extra information

-can and will sleep in the most weird and awkard places or poses ever,even hang upside down from celing is a way to sleep for him

-loves animals especialy felines,canines and reptiles,has a pet called honey wich is an slimy kind o cat-ferret creture made of an yellow orange goo

-can be considered a good baby sitter for smeets since he dosen't mind them

-it's an absolute workaholic and caffeine adict,prefers working for hours than relax and drink 30 cups of coffe before sleep

-his horns and tail tip are in reality stings as well his fangs wich can be detached afther biting,theyhave an strong paralisys poison that is not lethal unless the person attacked is alergic

-his usually calm and cold but sometimes can be inpulsive or a bromist trickster depending on the situacion

-tends to show cat or bee kind of traits,like purrings or feline conducts like hitting porpusly something at the corner of a table,make unconcius buzz like sound during some sentence or eat flowers

-knows how to cook but is usually doing something else and dosen't have the time or money for ingredients,he also loves eating having no preference in food

-can lift up to 8 times his weight being able to pick up the tallests on his arms,is also incredibly fast both runing or fliying,especially while fliying

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also curious thing i got inpired by this kind of bee for this redesing

they are australian blue bees also known as amegilla cingulata :D

[spark-gem]

Hi!! I rlly like the matchups you do and I'm wondering if I could get some romantic ones for demon slayer? Preferably an upper moon but it's up to you- you're the writer and have every right to do as you plz.

I go by minty, she/her pronouns and bisexual with a male preference. I'm an ENFP aquarius, January born.

Hobbies: drawing, reading, cooking, writing, hanging out with friends. I love doing things around people I like, I'm an extrovert.

Like: sweets, stuffed animals, relaxing, cooking, horror movies, holidays, listening to music, winter, cats, and snakes

Dislike: bitter foods, early mornings, arguments, bugs, slow burn thriller novels, romcoms

History: I was the first grandchild so I've been the golden child since I was a kid. My grades always exceeded average and I have a lot of expectations on my future. Anytime I stray from those ideals I get guiltripped into becoming the golden child again so I have a deep desire to be perfect.

Look: short, mixed girl (,black and white), mid length curly brown Hair and brown eyes.

Thank you so much and have a lovely day!

I match you with...

Gyutaro!

He is the killer in a horror movie. You are guaranteed free entertainment basically every night.

He is not a person obsessed with perfection and will reassure you that perfection is stupid. If someone is perfect they are living in their lie.

I don't know if he can read but he'd love to hear your voice if you read to him.

Protective af. Plus you get a best friend out of his sister too.

You bring this nice domestic vibe to the relationship that Gyutaro never had so you are his treasure.

[minty-bubblegum]

2DAY I LAUGHED SO HARD I GIT THE HICCUPS FUCKMNG AGAIN AND I SCREAMED REALLY LOUD AND YHEN I FUCKING TOPPLED OVER

[poppingsmoothie]

Too Loud (S4M Splatoon AU)

Yes this is some AU writing about Kamal and Habit! Habit is an Octoling while Kamal is an Inkling! Sorry this is long, and this can be interpreted as platonic and/or romantic

Ever since Habit was little he had interactions with all sorts of conflict in Octo Valley. The loud bangs from testfires with new weapons, the tinkering and hammering from the octarian troops making new tech, and of course; the screams of those who got into trouble. These memories, these vivid memories haunt Habit to this day. Always waking up scared, and turning into his most vulnerable form.

Since he and his friend Kamal moved to Splatsville (taking a break from his own lil town, The Habitat) he’s been doing well! There’s turf war, and anarchy battles, it’s not as loud as those faded bangs, and shouts from his childhood. Everything is okay! But on one morning, he woke up later than he wanted to, he tries feeling for his sea cucumber phone that he always puts on the bedside table...he picks it up, and looks at the recent text he got from Kamal...

“There’s a new Splatfest! Spicy vs Sweet vs Sour, what are you picking?”

...Habit heard of Splatfest, he wanted to host his own but wasn’t sure what the theme would be...plus his mind was in a different state during The Habitat’s liveliest days. He groans and gets ready for the day, maybe he’ll go meet up with Kamal.

Him and Kamal together at the Splatfest ballot. What team should they choose... there was a beat of silence, until Kamal decided to break it. “Uh,,maybe team sweet? It’s sorta ironic but sweet flavors are ah...my favorite, don’t get me wrong I always watch what I eat so I don’t get cavities but sweets are just so good! B-Besides not all sweet flavors come from sugar-”

“Shore.” Kamal looked up at Habit, who was sporting his usual coat and hat. His hat had a little minty green ribbon around it, tied with a bow. “Team swEEt it es!” He smiles at Kamal. “Great! Team Sweet!” Kamal cheered! Habit bounced in place, great his first Splatfest! The days went by and it finally became nighttime in Splatsville, the festivities started! Music blaring across the brightly lit city with beautiful colors lighting each street! Sparks and fireworks glittering in the sky until they fizz and die down!

Kamal knocks on the door to Habit’s apartment. “Hey big guy, we’re gonna be late! Wallus is watching Putunia tonight so we have the whole night to ourselves!” There was silence. Maybe Habit forgot? He does have a strict schedule. Except it’s doing him some good, Habit’s not running around the town making sure others asleep. He makes sure he gets sleep!

Kamal takes a deep breath and knocks again. Nothing. “Oh geez...” he tries opening the door, the doorknob twists and the door opens. Did Habit forget to lock the door? Weird, very weird. “Boris? Ya in here?” He walks in and looks around, there’s not much in Habit’s apartment, some plants here and there but that’s about it. Weird. “Boris! Where are ya?” He speaks out a little louder. He continues looking until he sees something shuffling. Something is under the couch.

He takes another deep breath, preparing for some kind of stray starfish, or something to be under the couch...but once he looked he was met with familiar eyes. “...Boris? Hey you doing okay?” The eyes were full of terror. Peering at Kamal, its eyes were basically daggers. “C’mon let’s get ya outta there.” Kamal says calmly as he tries grabbing Habit.

What Kamal didn’t know is that this scared Habit even more, causing him to quickly skitter out from the couch. No wonder he fit under the couch, he was in his swim form. His octopus form. Even though Habit is bigger than the average octopus, he’s still able to sneak into tight spaces. Kamal looks at Habit, worry written all over his face.

“Is it too bright out there? Is that why you’re scared?” Kamal asked, Habit shook his head. “Ok...is it...too smelly?” Another shake. “Ok hm...too noisy?” Habit nods, and Kamal sighs. “Sorry I didn’t know loud noises bothered ya. If I knew then we could’ve done something else.” He smiles softly at Habit “maybe we can watch a broadcast of the turf wars happening tonight? I can get ya some headphones too?” Habit stares at Kamal, a beat of silence. He nods, Kamal gives Habit a thumbs up.

“Ok, do you want me to stay right now?” Kamal questions, Habit nods and quickly transforms back into his human form. Land form? Whatever it is. He gets up and sits down on the couch. Kamal sits down next to Habit and smiles warmly at the other. “Are ya able to talk? Or do you need more time?” Habit looks at Kamal and covers his mouth with his hand. Signifying an answer. “Alright, say maybe I can make us both some ice cream! Something sweet for team sweet, hah,,,uh,,,yeah...” Kamal gets up and goes to the fridge to find some.

Habit can’t help but smile, tears threatening to escape his eyes. He’s grateful he’s not alone. He’s grateful he has someone to lean on. Someone that will help him no matter how small the situation may seem. Kamal comes back with two bowls of mint chocolate chip ice cream. The two of them spent their evening, to bowls of ice cream and letting Habit borrow Kamal’s headphones.

[excaive]

So there’s plant parasites right? Could someone with a plant parasite theoretically photosynthesize if it were a trait they got from one? -🐉✨

There are parasites that come from plants! But saying there are plant parasites wouldn't be wrong either :3

Generally they're called floral parasites - and it wouldn't be unlikely that there'd be a (major) floral parasite that would photosynthesize, and that could translate into giving the host more energy or endurance to keep up some physical work more than average :]

I feel like it would most commonly be an attribute the parasite has rather than the host photosynthesizing - but it would depend on the parasite type.

Like I have a handful of categories for major parasites, but they can overlap SO much, so there's a lot of variation between parasites.

The face of major floral parasites would be Spiced Mint Parasites. These are just a specific floral parasite that comes from a plant called Spiced Mint. It's just weed but minty basically lol.

Major Floral Parasites general attributes:

Gateway patterns - Visual manifestation on skin (pattern, tattoo, different texture) Often organic designs.

Conditional: Host must ingest/smoke the parasite’s origin plant to keep it healthy. Frequency varies between subtypes

Affects smell - for the better or worse.

Parasite can detach from the host’s body - ghosty, light appearance and is semi-solid by default, but can be touched through or become solid. Maintaining physical form can’t be sustained for long periods. Shape varies.

Depending on type, the parasite can allow the host to breathe unbothered in specific conditions (e.g. underwater, in high humidity, high altitudes, in smoke or any harmful gas. Might even convert breathed chemicals into something useful for other attributes)

This isn't like an exhaustive list, it's just like the most common attributes related to floral parasites, and again, there is a lot of variation between parasites :]

Something like photosynthesizing could also be another attribute for the floral parasite to maintain its ability to manifest physically. It could be something to sustain another attribute like.... idk maybe being able to cool down the host on a hot day. something like that this isn't something I've thought about before, so thank you for asking so I can explore it :] 💖

[asixteenthrose]

THE ELEMENTS COLLECTION IS COMPLETE! 🔬🧪

hello hello, today is just your average chaotic day with the Everett's! We have winterfest, Mintie works on skills and finds the LAST element, COMPLETING the Elements collection!

✦── WATCH VIDEO

[carli-meows]

One Cloud Gang Character Bios

(things might change if i feel like it myeeh)

GizMoe Quimp: Lives on Ringling Row and works at his mom's Hotdog and Roasted Banana stand. The Peacekeeper and 3rd Member of The One Cloud Gang. Has plans on moving out of the Row into a Box with Gooli.

Info: He/Him, Cloune, Grumpy and Caring, Averagely short, Curly and fluffy yellow hair with red dots in it, Circle Red nose, straight teeth, custard yellow skin, Big Bushy black eyebrows, pierced round ears, Straight Eyes, green tongue, OCG crown tattoo on left forearm, no make up, 3 pink dots on his feet and one on the palm of his left hand, size 12 shoes.

Likes: Hanging out with the homies, eating burgers and BEEF franks, Fizz Pheltz's Kiwi Seltz, Purple Clue n Glue, Gooli, DMC, Small talking Candy Carnies, Mom, belly rubs (?), cool windy days, listening to 42.7 TNJ radio, juggling, and riding his unicycle.

Dislikes: Hot days, mustard, heights, punk motherfuckers that front like they know shit, falling pianos, getting shot, banana peels, and of course, Sadness.

GooLi O'ZaeDeree: Lives in a Box somewhere in Stick's Alley alone. Works in a horror attraction in a human run carnival on Joey Lane. GatGatherer and 2nd Member of the One Cloud Gang. In her spare time, runs a 24-hour radio station.

Info: She/They, Myme, Aloof and Passionate, Tall for her age, Straight Gray hair that she combs down to stop it from curling upward, Stark White skin, Hairy, black button nose, Open Eyes, sharp and jagged slightly beige teeth, long pointy ears, Minty blue pointed tounge, Mitchmatched eyebrows, Right curvy and the Left sharp, pastel blue eyes, Clown in a heart tattoo on hip, Grey Majic Rune on back, OCG tattoo on left forearm, heavy eyelash make up, natural black circles on both cheeks, black stripes around her feet, size 9 shoes.

Likes: Gettin high with the homies, staring off at clouds, scaring people, DMC, sleeping, short people, rainy nights, biting things, getting shot at, sparring with Buckie, teasing Gizmoe Skateboarding, going on Urthe trips with Buckie.

Dislikes: Being alone, Violynn and Viola, falling safes, tall things, waiting in line, strangers, mind readers, human biology, being wet, poison, the sound of scraping steel, ghosts.

BucKie Jane Jeen: Lives on Earth in the year 2006 by choice, they work as a hitman and lives in Anywhere, USA. Not officially in any Urthe Gangs, due to their failure to comply with standards and rules given. Leader and Founder of the One Cloud Gang.

Info: They/Her, Jyezter (Clown), Playful and Loyal, 5ft and 8in tall, Curly and cotton-like rose hair, Pink skin, Wide eyes, small nose with a blue tip, white teeth, missing a tooth, jagged and winged eyebrows, pointy small ears, red finger tips, blue thumbs and toes, buff, OCG tattoo on neck, Fizz Pheltz tattoo on upper left arm, G&G tattoo on stomach, size 11 shoes.

Likes: Roaming about with the homies, a good fight, showing off, working out, Urthe Gangster Movies, DMC, the homies G'li and G'Moe, sunny days, fucking with humans, ringing around town on a pogo stick, Teasing Gizmoe, getting the highest score in golf, schooling these gigs and joaks about what good candy is.

Dislikes: depths, ice cream, oven mittens, Urthe animals, matches, slippers, falling anivils, elevators and escalators, airline food (whomp whoomp)

[unluckyuncle]

Minty Fresh Encounter \ @heroinnate​

It was a pretty average routine for Donald. Get up, go for a walk, go to his job (or apply to a new one), and then hang out at night before bedtime. One of those eclipses appeared just a few days ago, though this was the one aspect of his life he couldn’t get used to. 

Another part of his routine was, of course, having to get food to feed himself. It was so weird to just be feeding himself, but all he really needed were a few essentials: bread, cheese, some veggies, and maybe a snack or two. As he browsed, a figure catches his eye.

He looks like… a fox? But he has two tails, which is a little strange but Donald’s seen weirder… and this is pretty weird. The little guy is just shoveling mints into his shopping basket!? That cannot be a healthy amount of mints to consume… maybe he’s saving up as squirrels do.

Confused, he approaches him and coughs to get his attention. [Uh, hi there! That’s uh… that’s a lot of mint tins there buddy. Any particular reason why you’re getting so many? There’s a whole store full of… literally any other kind of food.]

[vapehk1]

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