#Properly Maintain a Pocket Knife

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How to Properly Maintain a Pocket Knife to Prolong Its Lifespan

A pocket knife is an essential tool for outdoor enthusiasts or for everyday use. To ensure your knife remains sharp and durable, proper maintenance is crucial. In this article, Vumaker will share useful tips to help you extend the lifespan of your pocket knife.

1. Regular Cleaning

Cleaning your pocket knife after each use is the first step in proper maintenance. Especially when you use the knife outdoors, dirt and moisture can affect its performance. Use a soft cloth to wipe the blade and handle after use. For stubborn dirt, you can wash it with mild soap and warm water, then dry it thoroughly.

Note: Avoid soaking the knife in water for extended periods, as this can damage the blade and other components. For knives from Vumaker, proper care will keep them in top condition.

2. Lubricate Moving Parts

Pocket knives usually have folding mechanisms, so lubricating the moving parts is necessary to ensure smooth operation. Use a specialized lubricant for knives or light oils to apply to the knife’s folding joints. This will help reduce friction and prevent wear over time.

Tip: When purchasing a knife from Vumaker, you’ll receive detailed instructions on maintenance and lubrication to ensure long-term durability.

3. Store in a Dry Place

Moisture is the enemy of any knife. When not in use, store your pocket knife in a dry place, away from humid areas or extreme temperatures. This will help prevent rust from forming on the blade and other metal components.

Advice: Keep your knife in a case or protective sheath when not in use. Vumaker also offers a variety of protective leather sheaths for safe and convenient storage.

4. Sharpen Regularly

Regular sharpening is key to keeping your pocket knife sharp and effective. You can use a sharpening stone or a knife sharpener to maintain the blade’s edge. Make sure to sharpen the knife carefully and consistently, especially after using it for heavy-duty tasks.

Benefit: Knives from Vumaker retain their sharpness longer, but regular maintenance will ensure optimal performance.

5. Check and Replace Parts When Necessary

Over time, parts such as screws, pivots, or locks on a pocket knife may loosen or become damaged. Regularly check these components and tighten or replace them as needed. If any part is broken, replace it immediately to ensure the knife’s safety and functionality.

Tip: When purchasing from Vumaker, you can contact us for support with repairs or replacement parts if necessary.

Conclusion

Proper maintenance of a pocket knife is essential to prolonging its lifespan and maintaining its performance. Regular cleaning, lubrication, dry storage, sharpening, and checking for parts are all crucial steps. If you're looking for high-quality, easy-to-maintain pocket knives, visit Vumaker to find the perfect product for you.

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Hand or kink headcanons for the Servamps or eves?

We'll start with hands, since those are my favorite

Kuro - Is it strange that I can only really describe his hands as masculine? Like, they're on the larger size, and the palm is quite square. There's something sturdy about the structure of his hands, and he has well-defined veins. Kind of has thicker fingers than most of the others. Up until he met Mahiru, he did not moisturize his hands or care about his nails past cutting them down when they got too long.

Mahiru - On the smaller side of average, but not by much. Very little vein definition, and his hands are smooth and soft, but not so soft you'd think he does nothing with them. He's probably got a lot of little scars from various hobbies and other things he's volunteered to help with (he does sew, among other things, and who hasn't stabbed themselves with a needle a few times?). Manicures his nails on a regular basis, and moisturizes a lot.

Lily - Average-sized, but super delicate looking. Much rougher than you'd expect, considering they're so pretty, but not noticeably rough. Like, you can tell they're not insanely soft, but they're not rough enough to make you take pause, either. Puts a lot of effort into manicures and moisturizing, and has taught the others in the Alicein household to better care for their hands. You can see his veins on the back of his hands, but it's like they completely disappear after you hit the knuckles, and there's no definition to them.

Misono - Small hands, but will argue that they're totally normal sized for someone his age and height. They're also really smooth and really soft, like they're never done real work in their life. He grew up with Lily, so it's probably been drilled into his head about having a good hand care routine.

Hugh - ohmygodsteenytinybabyhands. Literally. Probably does moisturize regularly, though.

Tetsu - Everything about this kid is too big for his age, including his hands. I don't think he moisturizes much, so his hands aren't all that soft, but they're not all that rough, either. I blame that on the onsen waters. Well-defined veins.

Lawless - Small hands, and probably moves them around a lot when talking so you don't notice. But they're pretty. Very nice vein definition on the backs of his hands, but not much once you get closer to his fingers. He keeps his nails slightly longer than the tips of his fingers. Lots of very faded scars, and quite a few newer scars. There's especially scars on the first phalanges (the first knuckle to the tip of the finger) of his non-dominant hand from when he was learning how to use a knife properly in cooking. His knuckles are blushed, but only the ones on the back of his hands (the third knuckles), as well as his fingertips. He moisturizes more than you'd expect, and his hands are really soft despite using his rapier so much. For sure a prince's hands, and for the longest time any time he had to do anything that involved holding something for a few hours, he'd get blisters. He does occasionally develop calluses, but he puts so much effort into his hand care routine that he doesn't keep them for long.

Licht - Musician's hands. He's got a smaller palm, but he has long, delicate, tapered fingers. He does moisturize and maintain his nails (mostly just cutting them and pushing back the cuticles), but he's not as all-in as Lawless. They're also kind of sweaty, but not extremely so, if that makes sense? I think it's from balling them into fists in his pockets. His hands are pretty soft though, and they're smooth, almost to the point that you can't feel his veins if you run your fingers over the back of his hands.

Jeje - Big and lanky, like him. Very pretty and very dexterous. There's calluses from his guns, but otherwise his hands are quite soft. He has very defined veins, and just barely noticeable knuckles. You know how some hands look so very elegant when folded in prayer? He has those kind of hands.

Mikuni - His hands are just over the midpoint of average towards large, but only just. Like the other Alicein members, his hands are really soft and well-manicured because he grew up with Lily talking about how you need to care for your hands and it just carried on without him even thinking about it. He's also got bony hands. They're nowhere near as bony as Berukia's, but I think if he hit you with his bare hand you'd end up with a row of little bruises from where his knuckles hit you rather than a solid bruise. His knuckles are blushed just enough to be noticeable.

Ildio - Huge hands. They're very scarred, both with old scars so faded you can barely see them and new scars, and his veins are so beautifully defined. I can't be convinced that he moisturizes his hands or does an intense nail care routine, so he probably just cuts his nails and calls it a day. Also his hands are rough as hell. Like Touma, his hands just look like they should have some chunky rings on them.

Nicco - Very average-sized, and properly moisturized. They're not quite what I'd call soft, but they're not rough either. When he's nervous, they get sweaty easily. Thin, spindly fingers, and prominent, bony knuckles. He does keep his nails cut and shaped, though I'm not sure he'd do much more. Probably has a few old scars from past incidents, but there doesn't seem to be any new ones. Those veins on his hands are very pretty, and their just barely raised enough to feel.

Freya - She's got hands that are on the larger size of average, and I feel like they'd be pretty rough and callused despite moisturizing daily. She's spent a lot of time on a farm, and she seems like a hands-on type of person, and those two together don't tend to make for very soft hands. She does keep her nails manicured, though. Her veins are moderately well-defined, more so on the backs of her hands, but they're still defined around her knuckles, too.

(If I remember correctly, I think I talked about Izuna's hands in the post about C3's hands, so I'm not going to include her here, though I do still want to hold her hands and call her precious.)

Now for the kinks. This is the section that got it marked with my nsfw tag

There's a good handful of them left out because my brain has produced exactly 0 thoughts on them

Kuro - Bondage. I think he'd enjoy being restrained because it'd be less work for him.

Lawless - Roleplay. He may not talk in Shakespeare quotes anymore, but he's still a theater kid at heart. Also mild degradation (receiving).

Licht - Another with a roleplay kink, though I don't think he'd realize that's what it is. 'Cause everyone slays demons by fucking them, Mr. Angel. Also degradation (giving).

Jeje - I can't explain why exactly, but I think he'd have a corruption kink. Maybe it's because he's been stripped of his own purity in a way by becoming a Servamp.

Mikuni - Choking. Have you seen his lead? The lack of hesitation when he used it on Tsurugi? I think he'd also be into corruption like Jeje, but because he'd find it fun to see just how far he can get someone to sink into the darkness. Something in my gut says he'd probably be into doing stuff in public, especially if that "public" is on C3's premises. I think he'd like to push boundaries where he can, within reason and with consent.

Ildio - I don't know if it counts as a kink, but I think he'd be really into fucking on things that aren't beds. Counters, chairs, sofas, against a tree, I could go on. I think he'd also be into food play. And that he'd really like body shots.

Nicco - Look just give him comfort and praise and encouragement. He'll do whatever you want in the bedroom after that. If you can get him that far, that is.

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Essential Tips for Organizing Your Knife Bag Like a Pro

Introduction:

For chefs, whether professionals or culinary enthusiasts, a well-organized knife bag is a crucial component of an efficient and safe kitchen. Proper organization not only protects valuable tools but also enhances workflow and productivity. In this guide, we’ll explore essential tips to help you organize your knife bag like a pro, ensuring your tools are always ready for action.

Choose the Right Knife Bag:

Selecting the right knife bag is the first step toward effective organization. Consider factors such as size, material, and the number of compartments.

Look for bags with secure closures, durable materials, and padded compartments to protect your knives and culinary tools.

Sort and Prioritize Your Knives:

Begin by sorting your knives based on their types and frequency of use. Group similar knives together, such as chef’s knives, paring knives, serrated knives, and specialty blades.

Prioritize the knives you use most often, placing them in easily accessible slots or compartments.

Use Blade Guards or Sheaths:

Protect your knife blades and prevent accidents by using blade guards or sheaths. These protective covers keep edges sharp and reduce the risk of injury when handling the bag.

Ensure each knife has a properly fitted guard to avoid damage during transport.

Designate Compartments for Each Tool:

Assign a specific slot or pocket for each knife and culinary tool. This systematic approach ensures that every item has its place, making it easier to find what you need quickly.

Use labelled compartments or color-coded tags to identify different types of knives and tools briefly.

Utilize Accessory Pockets:

Take advantage of additional pockets and compartments for accessories such as sharpening stones, scissors, peelers, and measuring tools.

Keep these accessories organized and separate from your knives to prevent clutter and ensure easy access.

Roll or Fold Carefully:

When using a knife roll, ensure that knives are securely fastened and that the roll is tightly wound to prevent shifting during transport.

For knife bags with folding compartments, make sure each knife is properly secured and that the bag closes neatly without putting pressure on the blades.

Regular Maintenance and Cleaning:

Keep your knife bag clean and well-maintained to prolong its lifespan and ensure it remains hygienic.

Regularly inspect the bag for signs of wear and tear and clean it according to the manufacturer’s instructions to remove any debris or moisture.

Balance the Load:

Distribute the weight of your knives and tools evenly within the bag to avoid strain on any single area.

This balanced load ensures that the bag is comfortable to carry and that no single section bears excessive weight, which could lead to damage.

Personalize Your Organization:

Tailor the organization of your knife bag to your specific needs and preferences. If you have a unique set of tools or a particular workflow, customize the arrangement to suit your style.

Consider adding personalized touches, such as monogrammed tags or custom compartments, to make your knife bag truly your own.

Practice Consistency:

Develop a consistent routine for organizing and packing your knife bag. By following the same system every time, you’ll build muscle memory and streamline your workflow.

Consistency also helps you quickly identify if any tools are missing or misplaced, ensuring that you’re always prepared for any culinary challenge.

Conclusion:

Organizing your knife bag like a pro not only enhances the safety and longevity of your tools but also boosts your efficiency and confidence in the kitchen. By choosing the right bag, prioritizing your knives, and maintaining a systematic approach, you’ll ensure that your culinary arsenal is always ready for action. So, embrace these essential tips and take your knife bag organization to the next level, transforming your cooking experience into a seamless and enjoyable journey.

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Escape the Summer Heat in Style with Our DIY Pool Kit Installation

Creating your own backyard oasis with a DIY pool kit is a fantastic way to beat the summer heat and add value to your home. Here’s a comprehensive guide to help you install your DIY pool kit efficiently and enjoy your stylish new pool all season long.

1. Planning and Preparation

a. Choose the Right Pool Kit

Types of Pool Kits:

Above-Ground Pools: Easy to install, affordable, and temporary.

In-Ground Pools: Permanent, customizable, and more durable.

Stock Tank Pools: Trendy, rustic, and simple to install.

Size and Shape: Consider your backyard space and intended use.

b. Select the Location

Flat Surface: Ensure the chosen area is level.

Sunlight Exposure: A sunny spot helps keep the water warm.

Accessibility: Close to water and electrical sources.

c. Gather Tools and Materials

Basic Tools: Shovel, tape measure, level, utility knife, screwdrivers.

Additional Materials: Sand or a pool pad for leveling, pool liner, pump, and filter.

2. Preparing the Site

a. Clear the Area

Remove Debris: Clear rocks, sticks, and other debris from the site.

Measure and Mark: Measure the pool dimensions and mark the area.

b. Level the Ground

Remove Grass: Dig out the grass within the marked area.

Leveling Sand: Spread a layer of sand to create a smooth, level base.

Use a Level: Check for evenness and adjust as needed.

3. Installing the Pool Kit

a. Assemble the Frame

Follow Instructions: Carefully follow the manufacturer’s assembly instructions.

Connect Parts: Assemble the pool frame and support structures.

b. Install the Pool Liner

Lay the Liner: Spread the liner evenly within the pool frame.

Smooth Out Wrinkles: Use your hands or a soft brush to smooth out wrinkles and bubbles.

Secure the Liner: Attach the liner to the pool frame as directed.

c. Fill the Pool

Add Water Gradually: Begin filling the pool slowly, smoothing out any remaining wrinkles.

Check the Liner: Ensure the liner remains properly positioned and free of air pockets.

4. Setting Up the Filtration System

a. Install the Pump and Filter

Position the Pump: Place the pump on a stable, level surface near the pool.

Connect Hoses: Attach hoses from the pool to the pump and filter system.

Prime the Pump: Follow instructions to prime the pump and ensure proper water flow.

b. Check for Leaks

Inspect Connections: Check all hose connections and seals for leaks.

Tighten as Needed: Ensure all connections are secure and tight.

5. Final Touches and Safety Measures

a. Add Safety Features

Ladders and Steps: Install sturdy ladders or steps for safe entry and exit.

Pool Cover: Use a cover to keep the pool clean and safe when not in use.

Fencing: Consider installing a fence around the pool area for added safety.

b. Enhance Your Pool Area

Decking: Add a wooden or composite deck around the pool for a polished look.

Seating and Shade: Arrange comfortable seating and shade options like umbrellas or pergolas.

Lighting: Install poolside lighting for evening use and ambiance.

6. Pool Maintenance Tips

a. Regular Cleaning

Skim Daily: Remove leaves and debris with a skimmer.

Vacuum Weekly: Use a pool vacuum to clean the bottom and sides.

b. Monitor Water Chemistry

Test Water: Check pH, chlorine, and alkalinity levels regularly.

Adjust Chemicals: Add necessary chemicals to maintain balanced water.

c. Filtration System Maintenance

Clean Filters: Regularly clean or replace filters to ensure efficient operation.

Inspect Equipment: Periodically check the pump and hoses for wear and tear.

Enjoying Your New Pool

a. Plan Fun Activities

Pool Games: Organize games like volleyball, water polo, or float races.

Relaxation: Set up float loungers and poolside chairs for relaxation.

Pool Parties: Host pool parties with friends and family to make the most of your new pool.

By following this guide, you can do your DIY pool kit installation successfully and create a stylish, refreshing retreat in your own backyard. Regular maintenance and a few safety precautions will ensure you enjoy your pool all summer long.

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Why Insulation Batts Are a Must-Have for Every Homeowner?

Insulation is an essential component of every home that is often overlooked by many homeowners. It has numerous benefits that range from reducing energy bills to improving comfort levels in the home. In this blog, we will discuss insulation batts, one of the most common types of insulation.

We will highlight their benefits, the various types available, how to install them, and tips on maintaining them. As a homeowner, you should consider insulation batts in Adelaide and beyond as a must-have for your home.

What are insulation batts?

Insulation batts are pieces of insulation material that are cut to fit between the framing of walls, floors, and ceilings. The most common materials used for insulation batts are fibreglass, mineral wool, and cellulose.

They work by trapping air in small pockets within the insulation material, which reduces heat transfer and, thereby, keeps the home warm during the winter and cool during the summer.

Benefits of insulation batts

Insulation batts have numerous benefits, including

Energy efficiency

Insulation batts reduce the amount of energy needed to maintain a comfortable temperature in the home. According to the Department of Energy, insulation can reduce heating and cooling costs by up to 30%.

Improved comfort

Insulation batts help regulate the temperature in the home, making it more comfortable to live in.

Soundproofing

Insulation batts can help reduce noise levels in the home, creating a quieter living environment.

Environmentally friendly

Insulation batts reduce the amount of energy needed to maintain a comfortable temperature in the home, thereby reducing the carbon footprint of the home.

Types of insulation batts

There are different types of insulation batts available, including

Fiberglass batts

These are the most common type of insulation batts Adelaide and are made of glass fibres. They are easy to install, affordable, and have a long lifespan.

Mineral wool batts

These are made of rock or slag wool and are denser than fibreglass batts. They are more fire-resistant than fibreglass and are a good choice for soundproofing.

Cellulose batts

These are made of recycled paper and are an eco-friendly option. They are easy to install and do not require special equipment.

How to install insulation batts

Installing insulation batts is a relatively simple process, but it requires some knowledge and safety precautions. Here are the steps involved in installing insulation batts Measure the area where you want to install the insulation batts.

Cut the insulation batts to the right size using a utility knife.

Wear protective gear, such as gloves, a mask, and goggles.

Place the insulation batts between the framing, ensuring that there are no gaps.

Use a staple gun to secure the insulation batts in place.

Repeat the process until the entire area is covered.

Maintenance tips for insulation batts

To ensure that insulation batts continue to provide optimal energy efficiency and comfort in the home, it is important to maintain them properly. Here are some tips for maintaining insulation batts

Check for damage

Insulation batts can get damaged over time due to pests, moisture, or other factors. Check for any damage and replace any damaged insulation batts.

Check for damage

Moisture can damage insulation batts, so it is important to keep the area dry. Fix any leaks or water damage promptly.

Avoid compressing the insulation

Compressing insulation batts can reduce their effectiveness, so avoid placing heavy objects on them or compressing them in any way.

Final Thoughts

Insulation batts are a must-have for every homeowner. They offer numerous benefits, including energy efficiency and improved comfort levels. With proper maintenance, insulation batts can last for many years, providing optimal energy efficiency and comfort in the home. Consider installing insulation batts Adelaide in your home to enjoy these benefits and create a more comfortable living environment.

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How to Plant a Plant Properly

Planting a plant may seem like a simple task, but there are many factors that can impact the success of your plant. Proper planting techniques are essential for healthy growth, root development, and overall plant vigor. In this article, we'll explore the key steps to planting a plant properly and provide some tips for ensuring its success.

Choosing the Right Plant

When choosing a plant, it's important to consider the climate of your region. Some plants require a lot of sun, while others prefer shade. You'll also want to consider the soil type and drainage of your planting area. Make sure the plant you choose is suitable for the specific conditions of your location. Additionally, you'll want to choose a healthy plant from a reputable nursery or garden center. Look for plants with green leaves and no signs of disease or pests. The plant should also be the right size for your planting location. If the plant is too big or too small, it may not thrive in its new environment.

Preparing the Soil

Before planting, you'll want to make sure your soil is ready to support your new plant. If your soil is heavy or compacted, it may not allow for proper drainage and root development. Adding organic matter such as compost, peat moss, or well-rotted manure can help improve soil structure and fertility. You can also add sand or vermiculite to improve drainage.

Digging the Hole

When digging the hole for your plant, make sure it's the right size. The hole should be two to three times wider than the root ball, but no deeper than the root ball itself. If you dig too deep, the plant may sink, which can cause the roots to become waterlogged and suffocate. A shallow hole can also cause the roots to dry out.

Removing the Plant from its Container

Removing the plant from its container can be tricky. First, gently tap the sides and bottom of the pot to loosen the soil. Then, carefully lift the plant out of the container, being sure not to damage the roots. If the plant is root-bound, which means the roots have grown in a circular pattern around the container, use a knife to score the roots to encourage them to grow outward.

Planting the Plant

Once you've removed the plant from its container, it's time to plant it in the ground. Place the plant in the center of the hole and backfill with soil, making sure to firm the soil around the root ball to eliminate any air pockets. You don't want any air pockets around the roots, as this can lead to poor growth and development.

Mulching the Plant

Mulching is important for conserving moisture and suppressing weeds around your plant. Apply a layer of organic mulch such as wood chips, leaves, or straw around the base of the plant, making sure to leave a few inches of space around the stem to prevent moisture buildup and disease.

Watering the Plant

Proper watering is essential for the success of your plant. Water the plant deeply after planting, and continue to water regularly to keep the soil moist but not waterlogged. The frequency of watering will depend on the plant species, soil type, and climate. A good rule of thumb is to water when the top inch of soil feels dry to the touch.

Caring for the Plant

Proper care is essential for the health and longevity of your plant. Regularly fertilize with a balanced fertilizer to provide essential nutrients, and prune as necessary to maintain the desired shape and size. Monitor the plant for signs of pests and disease, and treat promptly to prevent further damage.

Proper planting techniques are essential for the success of your plant. By choosing the right plant, preparing the soil, digging the hole, removing the plant from its container, planting the plant, mulching, watering, and caring for the plant, you can ensure healthy growth and vigor for years to come. With a little bit of knowledge and care, you can enjoy the beauty and benefits of a thriving plant in your garden or landscape.

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How to Store Your Cigar Cutter to keep it in Top Shape

Investing in a high-quality cigar cutter is a must for many cigar enthusiasts. But, as with any investment, proper care and maintenance are necessary to keep it in top shape. One aspect of this care that is often overlooked is storage. Adequate storage is essential to keep your cigar cutter functioning at its best and to prevent damage. This article will explore the importance of proper storage for your cigar cutter and provide tips for keeping it in top shape.

Why Proper Storage is Important

The main reason for adequately storing your cigar cutter is to prevent damage. A cigar cutter is a precision tool that needs to be kept in reasonable condition to work effectively. Environmental exposure, such as moisture and heat, can cause rust or damage to the metal blades. If the cutters become dull or damaged, they may be unable to cut through the cigar properly, resulting in a poor smoking experience.

In addition to preventing damage, proper storage can also help maintain the sharpness of the blades. When a cigar cutter is left out in the open, dust and other debris can accumulate on the edges, making them dull over time. By storing your cigar cutter properly, you can help prevent this buildup and keep the edges sharp for longer.

Best Storage Practices

So, what are the best storage practices for your cigar cutter? Here are a few tips to keep in mind:

Keep it dry:

Moisture is the enemy of metal. So be sure to keep your cigar cutter in a dry place to prevent rust and other forms of damage.

Avoid extreme temperatures:

High temperatures can cause the metal to expand, affecting the blades’ alignment. Low temperatures, conversely, can cause the metal to contract, which can also affect the alignment of the edges. Therefore, it’s best to keep your cigar cutter at room temperature.

Keep it covered:

Dust and debris can build up on the blades of your cigar cutter, making them dull over time. Keep your cigar cutter covered when not in use to prevent this buildup.

Store it in a case:

A case can provide additional protection for your cigar cutter and make it easier to transport. Look for a subject explicitly designed for cigar cutters that will keep it secure and free from damage.

Following these simple tips ensures that your cigar cutter remains in top shape for years. Also, proper storage is essential to keep your cigar cutter functioning at its best and to prevent damage.

Where to Store Your Cigar Cutter: Finding the Ideal Spot

Storing your cigar cutter in the right place is crucial to maintain its quality, sharpness, and overall performance. Whether you have a tabletop cigar cutter or a pocket-sized cutter, finding the ideal spot for storage can make all the difference. This article will discuss some of the best places to store your cigar cutter and how to ensure it stays in top shape.

In a Humidor

One of the best places to store your cigar cutter is inside a humidor. This is especially important if you have a high-end cigar cutter that you want to protect from the elements. In addition, a humidor will help maintain a consistent humidity level, preventing your cigar cutter from rusting or becoming damaged. When storing your cigar cutter in a humidor, keep it dry and avoid placing it near the humidifier or the cigars themselves.

In a Cigar Cutter Case

Another excellent option for storing your cigar cutter is in a cigar cutter case. A case will protect your knife from the elements, dust, and debris, preventing it from becoming dull. Look for a topic explicitly designed for cigar cutters, and ensure it is made from a material that will not scratch the blades.

In a Drawer

If you don’t have a humidor or a cigar cutter case, storing your cigar cutter in a drawer is also a good option. Be sure to place it in a clean and dry spot, away from any sources of moisture. If you are concerned about dust and debris, set your cutter in a small plastic bag before putting it in the drawer.

Tips for Protecting Your Cigar Cutter from Damage

A cigar cutter is a precision tool that requires proper care and maintenance to keep it in top shape. Unfortunately, even a high-quality cigar cutter can become damaged if not stored and handled correctly. This article will provide tips for protecting your cigar cutter from damage and ensuring it lasts for years.

Clean your Cigar Cutter Regularly

One of the most important things you can do to protect your cigar cutter is to clean it regularly. Use a soft, dry cloth to remove debris or residue from the blades. Avoid using water or cleaning products, as these can damage the metal blades. After cleaning your cigar cutter, store it in a clean and dry spot to prevent dust and debris from accumulating on the edges.

Keep Your Cigar Cutter Dry

Moisture is the enemy of metal, so it’s essential to keep your cigar cutter dry at all times. Avoid leaving it in a damp or humid spot, as this can cause the metal blades to rust. If you use your cigar cutter outside, be sure to dry it off thoroughly before storing it.

Store Your Cigar Cutter Properly

Proper storage is crucial for protecting your cigar cutter from damage. When not in use, store it in a case or a drawer to prevent dust and debris from accumulating on the blades. Avoid storing your cigar cutter where it can be easily knocked over or damaged.

Sharpen Your Blades When Needed

Even the best cigar cutters can become dull over time. If your cigar cutter is not cutting through the cigar as quickly as it once did, it may be time to sharpen the blades. You can use a sharpening stone or honing steel to sharpen the edges or take it to a professional for honing.

Use Your Cigar Cutter Correctly

Using your cigar cutter correctly is essential for preventing damage. Make sure to hold the cigar cutter properly and use a steady hand when cutting the cigar. Avoid missing too deep, damaging the wrapper, and affecting the cigar’s draw. Additionally, clean your cigar cutter after each use to prevent debris and residue from building up on the blades.

When to Replace Your Cigar Cutter: Signs of Wear and Tear

A cigar cutter is an essential tool for any cigar enthusiast, and it can last for years if properly maintained. However, even the best cigar cutters will eventually need to be replaced due to wear and tear. This article will discuss signs indicating it’s time to replace your cigar cutter.

Dull Blades

The blades on a cigar cutter can become dull over time, mainly if used frequently. In addition, making a clean cut through the cigar can be difficult when the edges become blunt. If your cigar cutter is not cutting as quickly as it once did, it may be time to replace it.

Rust or Corrosion

The metal blades can rust or corrode if your cigar cutter is improperly stored or exposed to moisture. Rust or corrosion can damage the blades and affect the cutter’s performance. If you notice any signs of rust or corrosion on your cigar cutter, it’s time to replace it.

Loose or Misaligned Blades

If the blades on your cigar cutter become loose or misaligned, it can affect the quality of the cut. This can happen over time with frequent use or if the edge is dropped or mishandled. If you notice that the blades on your cigar cutter are not aligned correctly or if they feel loose, it’s time to replace the knife.

Worn or Cracked Handles

If your cigar cutter is not cutting consistently, it may be time to replace it. Inconsistent cuts can indicate that the blades are dull, misaligned, or damaged. If you are experiencing uneven cuts, it’s best to replace the cutter to ensure a clean and even cut every time.

Storing Your Cigar Cutter Long-Term: Best Practices for Infrequent Use

If you are an occasional cigar smoker, you may not often use your cigar cutter. In this case, storing your cigar cutter properly is essential to ensure that it remains in good condition when you need it. This article will discuss some best practices for keeping your cigar cutter long-term when it is not used frequently.

Clean and Dry Your Cigar Cutter

Before storing your cigar cutter long-term, it’s essential to clean and dry it thoroughly. Use a soft, dry cloth to remove debris or residue from the blades. Make sure the edges are completely dry before storing the cigar cutter to prevent rust or corrosion from developing.

Store Your Cigar Cutter in a Case

When not in use, store your cigar cutter in a case to protect it from dust, debris, and moisture. Choose a topic explicitly designed for cigar cutters and made from a material that will protect the blades from scratches or other damage.

Consider a Humidor

If you own a humidor, you may want to consider storing your cigar cutter inside. A humidor is designed to maintain a consistent level of Humidity, which can help protect the blades from rust and corrosion. However, if you store your cigar cutter in a humidor, clean it regularly and keep it in a separate compartment from your cigars.

Inspect Your Cigar Cutter Regularly

Even if you don’t use your cigar cutter frequently, it’s still important to inspect it regularly for signs of damage or wear. Check the blades for any signs of rust, corrosion, or dullness. Make sure the handles are in good condition and not cracked or worn.

If you are an occasional cigar smoker and don’t use your cigar cutter frequently, it’s essential to store it properly to ensure it remains in good condition for when you need it. Clean and dry your cigar cutter before storing it, keep it in a case, choose the right location, consider a humidor, and inspect it regularly for signs of damage.

By following these best practices, you can ensure that your cigar cutter is always ready to use when needed.

The Role of Humidity in Cigar Cutter Storage: Dos and Don’ts

Humidity is crucial in cigar storage, but what about cigar cutter storage? Believe it or not, Humidity can also affect the condition of your cigar cutter. In this article, we will discuss the dos and don’ts of Humidity in cigar cutter storage.

Dos:

Keep Your Cigar Cutter in a Dry Environment

Cigar cutters are made of metal, which can rust and corrode in a humid environment. Therefore, keeping your cigar cutter Dry is essential to prevent this. Use a soft, dry cloth to wipe down your cigar cutter, and ensure it is scorched before storing it.

Store Your Cigar Cutter in a Humidor

If you have a humidor, you can store your cigar cutter inside to keep it in top condition. A humidor is designed to maintain a consistent level of Humidity, which can help prevent rust and corrosion from developing on the blades of your cigar cutter.

Use a Humidifier to Regulate Humidity

If you live in an area with high humidity, you can use a dehumidifier to regulate the Humidity in your home. This will protect your cigar cutter, cigars, and other smoking accessories.

Don’ts:

Store Your Cigar Cutter in a Damp Location

Avoid storing your cigar cutter in a damp location, such as a bathroom or a basement. Humid environments can cause rust and corrosion on your cigar cutter’s blades, rendering it useless.

Use Moisture to Clean Your Cigar Cutter

Never use moisture to clean your cigar cutter. Instead, use a soft, dry cloth to wipe down the blades and ensure they are scorched before storing the cigar cutter.

Store Your Cigar Cutter with Wet Cigars

Never store your cigar cutter with wet cigars. Wet cigars can cause excess moisture around your cigar cutter, leading to rust and corrosion on the blades.

Final Thought:

Proper storage of your cigar cutter is essential to keep it in top shape and ensure it lasts for a long time. Whether you use your cigar cutter frequently or infrequently, it’s necessary to follow the best practices for storage and maintenance to avoid damage from Humidity, scratches, and other factors.

Following the tips and guidelines outlined in this article, you can protect your cigar cutter investment and enjoy a satisfying smoking experience every time.

from Grand Humidors Cigar Lounge https://cigarlounge.grandhumidors.com/how-to-store-your-cigar-cutter-to-keep-it-in-top-shape/

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[nonokoko13]

Ohhhhh, that's so embarrassiiiing! Well... what is it? What did you want to tell me?

Inspired by this post of @kirnx-art , I made this "what if..."

⥥Headcanons and more under the cut ⥥

Ryoba is holding the knife in the other hand but I didn't realize it wouldn't be seen until I made her sketch

❐ Observing her body language Ryoba dismissed it. Sumire never seemed to be a good actress, less to someone who pretends everyday like her. Deciding she wasn't a threat to get senpai's love, she hid the weapon back in her pocket.

❐ The grey-haired kindly rejected Sumire, reassuring the redhead that she didn't have a negative opinion on the same-gender love and telling her they could stay as friends if she was okay with it, which Sumire agreed.

❐ Sumire had made up her mind about the impending rejection and brush it off to not make her friend feel guilty, although she cried that night at home.

❐ After this Ryoba would ignore her, but with the police around after the first murder at school she would use Sumire to maintain her sweet schoolgirl facade. How could she commit a crime when she's with her friends in another place?

❐ Ryoba approaches Sumire after the second week with the act that she wished to spend time together. The gullible girl is unsure of it due her thought that Ryoba only does this because she's a sweet person and pities her but accepts.

❐ Sumire soon realizes Ryoba's feelings for Jokichi, and supports her friend fiercely. Believing Ryoba would do the same for her like a good friend does, she tried her best to help her, whether it was talking about romance or distracting someone like Aishi asked her "to be alone with the boy".

❐ Playing friends and excusing herself to "do something" to get rid of the competence became the Aishi's routine, without realizing she started to feel different about her initial target. She enjoyed her company.

❐ But when she finally defeated the ten obstacle she's upset. That day she's going to confess to senpai and make her dream come true, why she's not excited about it?

❐ The moment of the detention Sumire witnessed the police arresting Ryoba. She volunteered herself to testify on behalf of the accused, completely sure of her innocence.

❐ After the trial Ryoba had a breakdown. She couldn't confess to Jokichi with all that happened.

❐ Her confession was interrupted, and she even knew why she didn't want to be by her senpai's side anymore. The dream she pursued since kid seemed empty to her.

❐ Without signals of her for days Sumire went to her house. When Ryoba saw her something made click. She felt how she was back with Jokichi's presence.

➸ General headcanons

❐ Ryoba waited for a Friday to confess to Sumire properly, this time fulfilling her dream of confessing under the cherry tree.

❐ Sumire never held a grudge against Jokichi, but she didn't like him either. Her opinion was neutral until she saw how many girls were drawn to him in matter of days; initially only fearing he could break Ryoba's heart and worsening when some girls around him found terrible fates or were mysteriously gone.

❐ Sumire suspected that Jokichi was the killer of the only girl they found dead, unaware the detective do caught the real killer.

❐ Sumire's parents were surprised she hadn't told them before about her crush on a girl. They never imagined she liked girls but they were happy to see her with someone who made her smile like that. And they still think Ryoba is a lovely woman.

❐ Ryoba's family was unfazed by this: boy or girl or both a lover is a lover. Her mother was glad she got away of any suspicions and her father... Well, he's brainwashed to love his wife so he doesn't have an opinion of anything.

❐ In order to have biological children I imagine three ways:

They decided to use IVF, being the pregnant one Ryoba because Sumire was a bit scared of giving birth at the moment. Later they could have had another baby with Sumire as the biological mother. I find this option compatible with the last one

Sumire is AMAB (AFAB as Subaru), she got her top surgery and she waited to have at least one baby before getting a bottom surgery. Ayano/Ayato would be biologically from both so they could get a change in their color eyes/hair.

Ryoba would have gone to Saiko for an alternative where the baby could have both her and Sumire ADN; they're top in everything, if someone could do that was them. They had to wait until the founder's son was in charge of the company since Saisho was a conservative man with a strong dislike for the lgbt collective (Yeah I hc him as lgbtphobic). That's how the Aishi made a deal with Saiko Corp., although it's unknown what he asked in exchange.

❐ Ryoba/Ryosuke is likely bi/demi while the Sumire/Subaru of this AU is homosexual/pansexual.

❐ Ryoba is 8-10 cm taller than Sumire, even as a boy Sumire would still be slightly shorter than her. Ryosuke is around 180s cm. An example:

Their ship name could be phantom killer

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

rhinestone eyes

PAIRING: Rich Boy!Eren x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS [present+future]: infidelity, dubcon, gaslighting, manipulative and toxic behavior, toxic relationship, sexual content, yandere tendencies, suggestive hand-holding

part one

kofi

There's a sneer on Eren's face as green eyes behind Versace aviators glide over your form, staring you up and down. His gaze is so penetrative, it makes your teeth chatter. Maybe he was just checking you out. Maybe he was scrutinizing every blemish.

You suddenly feel so very small in your tennis skirt, the tight collared shirt stretching over your breasts, and wished that today out of all days wasn't when you decided to dress a little more stylish.

"Fancy seeing you here." His voice is nonchalant but there's a tone of humor that accompanies his brisk words. How long would it be until he laughs at you?

He scowls, "Are you mute or something? Why aren't you greeting me back properly?"

"Eren," You took a deep breath, "What are you doing in Paris?"

It occurs to you that you've never seen him out of his uniform before. He's wearing a light blue button-down, half the buttons left unfastened, polo shorts, an expensive black watch glittering on his wrist, silver rings on his slender fingers, and a thin silver chain dangling around his neck.

He's also acquired a new piercing, industrial, judging by the bar across his ear. The silver glints harshly under the sun.

"Are you done burning holes through me?"

You blush, embarrassment coloring your cheeks: "No, I'm just surprised." You tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear, "Didn't expect to run into anyone I knew in another country."

You were just taking a pleasant walk in the acclaimed Champs-Élysées, the avenue every bit as a picture-perfect postcard as it had been described.

"Have you eaten?" The question is spoken with a sigh like he couldn't believe he was asking you this, and you couldn't either.

"Oh, um, no?" You responded, bewildered.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, which reached the nape of his neck by now: "I know a cafe around here. Let's get brunch. We'll talk there."

You don't know what possessed you to nod but you did so, trying to match his quick and long strides. The walk was silent, presumably because the two of you were saving your burning questions for the cafe.

He rolls his eyes when you stutter through your French. He raises a hand, and simply tells the waiter his order and dismisses him. His French is flawless and you're tempted to ask him how it's so good, but you already know the answer. Probably had hordes of tutors to help him.

Merci Monsieur

"Wait," You remark to Eren, "I didn't order."

"I ordered for us. Pain au chocolate, savory crepes, eggs, and ham. Coffee after. For me. Hot chocolate for you because you don't drink coffee."

Oh. That actually sounds good. How did he know your beverage preferences?

He fishes out a cigarette from his pocket, skinny and hand-rolled, "So what are you doing here? No offense but you don't exactly seem like you can afford a vacation to France. "

Now is your turn to sigh. You've nearly forgotten how blunt he could be: "Here on an internship. For art" You supply.

"I assume you just regularly come to Paris every summer?"

He doesn't deny or verify your statement, "Something like that."

"So you're staying at a hostel or?" He asks, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that makes your nose wrinkle.

The waiter comes by with food, and you turn to Eren with a sour look, "I sincerely hope you're not going to smoke while we're eating."

To your utter surprise, he ashes the cigarette. You were expecting a witty and mean retort at the very minimum, not silent compliance.

You pick up the earlier conversation, "Well, I'm actually staying with my boyfriend." You mummer the last word quietly but the viridian-eyed boy's ears are keen. You don't notice how his grip on the knife tightens.

"You're staying with your boyfriend?" He repeats.

You nod, "Yeah, he's an art student too."

The rest of the meal is completed in sparing small-talk and lengths of silence. But it's not awkward. It's weird. On one hand, having brunch with Eren Yeager in fucking Paris, heir to a billionaire pharmaceutical company should feel surreal, but it's strangely peaceful. You feel more at peace sitting across from him in France than you did when he sat next to you in homeroom.

When it's time to pay the check, Eren looks amused by the very notion of you digging into your purse.

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let the lady pay?" His words are spoken with a teasing smile.

You roll your eyes but can't help a glimmer of a smile from peeking through on your lips, "Didn't take you much for a gentleman."

He tosses his black card on the bill, "You'd be surprised."

What's there left to do now? Is it time to part ways? There's a part of you that craves more but life has taught you to not be greedy when you already have so so much.

You dabble the corner of your lips with a napkin, "Well, this has been fun-"

"Wait, uh, do you wanna check out the Louvre? Since you're an art student and all, you might uh enjoy it."

You stare at him. Is he tongue-tied?

"You've probably there been a million times already."

"Yeah...but you haven't been, right?"

You blink before breaking into a smile that Eren is sure is going to give him heart palpations, so sunny and bright.

"I would love to!"

You guys check out Mona Lisa for the sheer novelty, and you're bouncing around the museum, oohing and ahhing at the chiseled statues and Renaissance paintings. There is so much history here, it blows your mind.

Eren finds himself watching you more than the paintings. You have this veneer of snark that you wrap around yourself like a protective gauze (maybe that's how you maintain your survival in a world of hyenas) but you're different now.

You're yourself. Watching you here come alive in unbridled enthusiasm, eyes widened in passion, makes him reach out to his pocket and fish for his disposable film camera. He doesn't know if he's ever seen anyone in his vapid life look like the way you do, so filled with a zest for things that are greater than themselves.

He wants to burn you into his memory, praying to all the gods that you won't notice when he takes a picture of you admiring a bust of a goddess. He slyly tucks his camera back into his pocket.

The world seems to stand still when you tug his hand to show him a painting, an expression of unadulterated wonder on your face. But when you realize you pulled his hand, you immediately drop it like hot coals.

Why do you look so worried? Why do you look so scared?

"You can hold my hand if you want. It's-it's okay." He can't believe he's gotten the words out.

You're taking too long, your hands still hanging limply by your side, an indiscernible expression on your pretty face. Eren doesn't understand why it makes him so mad, why your sudden hesitation grated his nerves. Deciding to make your choice for you, he grabs your hand, squeezing your palm as he flashes you the charismatic smile that's got him out of countless incidents.

He doesn't like the expression of worry marring your features. Where did the happy jovial girl go? Just a few seconds, you were poking him with sparkles in your eyes, "Look at this Eren!" and "So beautiful, right?"

He forces another smile: "Show me the painting you wanted me to see." Maybe it was meant to be a request but it comes out as a demand.

You cast a glance at your joined hands, his grip borderline painful. "O-okay."

You lead him across the floor, and Eren can feel the stares of people around him. They are smiling. An older woman utters a "Un si charmant couple."

You take him to a grand painting. It's haunting and dark, swirling with so many shades of dusty red from vermillion to scarlet. A pregnant woman lies reclined, arm hanging and head lolling. She appears to be asleep, and there is a cacophony of men around her portrayed in varying degrees of stress.

"Death of a virgin", you breathed.

Such a macabre name, Eren thought as he gazed longer into the painting. He loosens his grip on your hand, testing whether you would pull away.

You don't.

It's raining outside and you're giggling.

"Fuck" Eren swears, "I'll call a cab."

You're a vision drenched in rain. Your clothes are soaked, and he could see the outline of your bra from your thin shirt. But it seems like you don't even care.

"Let's just enjoy it!" You cry out. There are thick droplets stuck in between your eyelashes, and you smell like rain too. It's dangerous, he can see chords of purple lightning flash the sky, thunder booming, and it's like you're dancing, the way you move so effortlessly.

You hook his hands in yours, "Doesn't this feel good?"

He feels like all his sins are being washed away, all the impurities and muck that clung onto him after nineteen years of existence. His heart nearly jumps out of his throat every time he looks at you.

He cups your chin and kisses you. When he feels the threadbare resistance, he kisses harsher, tongue and teeth swallowing your protests, coaxing your mouth open with a skillful pinch to your nipple. He pulls away just before you feel like all your breath has been robbed.

You're stunned speechless, "Eren...I...h-have a boyf-"

He kisses you again. And this time you kiss back, holding nothing back.

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inspo: @candy-hime's rich boy!shoto. the iconic golf club one <3

[kassandras-one-braincell]

Abby Anderson x GN!Reader - Please Don’t Leave Me

Bad Things Happen Bingo prompt: Please Don’t Leave Me (I’m creative with my titles)

Can be found on AO3 here.

Setting: before Abby leaves to go golfing. Abby and the reader are in an established relationship.

Warning: angst angst angst, excessive usage of the f-bomb and discussions of murder.

(Y/N) replacer safe.

Word count: 1846

Fuck, she’s really doing this.

Every day since Isaac had granted the Salt Lake Crew leave to hunt down Joel Miller, you tried to bargain with Abby, tried to make her see some sense. That killing him won’t take away any of the pain she feels. The grief. The gaping hole in her heart. But she’d always brush you off, distancing herself from you, suppressing her emotions with bicep curls and crunches as per habit.

Each passing hour, a nail was hammered into the coffin of the woman you love. And this morning is the final nail.

The quaint apartment you call home is filled with a cacophony of rustling and pleas as Abby shovels supplies into her backpack, preparing for her hunt. In her mind, Joel’s death warrant is signed, the execution nigh. And God are you desperate, trying to drill some semblance of reality into her stubborn mind one last time before she embarks on a journey she’ll only regret.

“Abby, please just listen to me for one minute—”

“I need to do this.” She heads to your small shared closet, refusing to look at you from your position by the bed. You frantically try to intercept her path, knowing full well she’s much, much stronger and can reposition you with ease. But it’s worth a try.

“This isn’t going to solve anything,” you implore, clutching the wood.

“Move, (Y/N).”

“Abby, this isn’t going to bring him back. You know that.”

“Move.” Her tone is exasperated, utterly focused on packing her shit and promptly leaving. Your heart sinks to your stomach.

“That girl in the hospital. The immune one. She must have been like a daughter to him for Joel to kill a group of innocent people for her,” you plead, feet firmly planted on the floor. Searching for her eyes, those blue irises alight with a maelstrom of hateful determination. They meet yours. “Killing him will just put her through all of this.”

Abby reaches for the closet door and slowly pulls it open, acknowledging your reluctance to move, deciding to disregard it. The wood begins to dig into your back and you’re forced to step aside. “This isn’t going to end, Abby. You fucking know this.” As she folds some spare clothes and places them in her backpack, you fall gracelessly to the bed, needing to sit down. Bile climbs up your oesophagus. Shit, where was her sense of fucking empathy?

“Abby…” Once again, she doesn’t so much as spare you a glance, folding the garments in robotic fashion. “Abby, you said she was a kid. A kid.”

The final shirt is stuffed haphazardly into the bag. She grits her teeth and turns to you. “He killed dozens of Fireflies, (Y/N). Dozens. And that’s all we fucking know of. There could be hundreds of others because he’s a stone cold killer.” Her face flushes with anger, no remnants of the woman you know left behind. “No one person is worth that many fucking lives.”

You let out a breathy laugh in sheer disbelief. “But it’s not about them, is it? Not to you.” The words escaped you in a hiss, one that didn’t go unnoticed. “Never fuckin’ has been.”

Abby rolls her eyes and grabs her maps from the coffee table, iron fist crumpling the papers beyond legibility. “There could have been a cure. A fucking cure to all this.”

On the surface, her words are rational. One life for a cure that would save millions was a worthy sacrifice, that you would be foolish to deny. But the odds of developing this cure were slim, and the girl would have likely died in vain. You knew this. Abby knew this. Jerry knew this.

With a shaky breath, you cradle your arms, never before having felt the urge to cage yourself around Abby. Fingers firmly gripping at your elbows, you let the cards fold. Unadulterated truth.

“You’re in denial, Abigail.”

A tut. “Don’t you fucking ‘Abigail’ me.” Her previous efforts to maintain a steady tone have been vanquished, anger seeping into each progressing word.

She’s gone.

And it’s this precise revelation that fills your eyes with oceans. Throat closing up, nose burning with the urge to spill over, you attempt – attempt – to articulate yourself, to no avail. Seconds later, rivulets trickle from your eyes to your cheeks, and you find yourself sniffling like some stupid kid… No, not a kid. A grieving adult, bereaved by the loss of a lover. Because the other figure in the room is but a husk of the radiant soul you fell for.

“All…” You pause to inhale, deeply: a futile effort to regulate your breathing, to lay rest to the turmoil suffocating your ability to fucking think. “All that’s going to happen is… You’re going to have to—” Hiccupping, you close your eyes, praying no more tears would fall. “To live with the guilt of orphaning a kid.”

Sentence finally out, you surrender to your sorrows, allowing them to wrack your chest with sobs and heaves until it gets too much, salt freely spilling from the floodgates. You can’t…you won’t bring yourself to look at Abby – the machine in her place, one programmed to kill and kill alone.

It’s wholly terrifying.

Distress flickers in her eyes, her frown slackening for a fraction of a second at the sound of your despair. “No one is forcing you to come,” she puts plainly, as if that has anything to do with the issue at hand.

“You know this – isn’t about that. Fuck, even Owen knows this…this is a bad idea.” Too dejected to cry. Too dejected to battle the hitched breaths you take trying to force out the words.

Words that fall upon deaf ears. “That’s not what Owen told me.” She slots a Swiss army knife into her cargo pants’ pocket, headed with a canteen in hand towards the kitchenette. “He was there, (Y/N). He agreed that Joel needs to die.”

“Because he’s fucking scared of you!” We all are, nearly breaks free from your lips, but that’s not what Abby needs to hear right now. Nothing that will push her away. Further away. The reigns you have on your lover are fraying, leaving you grasping at nought but strings. Frenzied, you attempt a softer, less concrete approach. “Baby, it isn’t normal to be so…hellbent on revenge like this.”

Silence. The delicate trickle of water sounds from the faucet as Abby fills her canteen. Then, a sigh, one of frustration as opposed to defeat. “If you think calling me ‘baby’ is going to erase four motherfucking years of grief, you are sorely mistaken. You’re smarter than that.”

Patience thinning, you stand up, wading through strewn supplies across the apartment floor towards the kitchenette. “Four years and you still haven’t given yourself time to mourn properly,” you reason, deliberately obstructing her path out of the kitchen with your body again. “Maybe if you had you’d see some fucking sense.”

God, that was a mistake. Shit, shit, shit shit shit the last thing you want to do is piss her off, not with her mind in such a volatile state, devoid of all logic.

“I appreciate you’ve lived a fucking sheltered life since the outbreak,” she seethed. What?

“That’s not true—”

“And you have no fucking idea what it’s like to have someone ripped away from you like that.” Volume rising, words a mantra fuelled by detest. “And you know, maybe, just fucking maybe, this’ll be my one chance to put an end to this shit!” The fist not clutching her backpack clenches. And for the first time ever while alone in her company, you flinch.

“He fucking deserves this, (Y/N)! If I can show him a fraction of the pain he caused me—”

“Abby, you’re scaring me,” you whimper, closing in on yourself. Genuinely afraid she’d raise her hand towards you.

Had you a mirror, you’d know truly how perturbed you look in this very moment. Streamlines drying on your cheeks, eyes reddening and puffy from crying, wide with fear like a doe face-to-face with a moving car. Body subconsciously making itself smaller, reducing its surface area, reducing the likelihood for any incoming swings to hit.

She lowers her guard, colour returning to her knuckles as she unravelled her fist. Knitted brows returning to their natural place above her eyes, mouth parted as the horror of her behaviour settles in.

“You know I would never hurt you, right?” Even her previously stern voice cracks at this.

It takes tremendous willpower to not fall back as she takes a tentative step towards you.

Drying your eyes with your sleeves – her sleeves…you forgot you’re wearing her old sweater, the notion sour on your tongue – you break your mutual gaze. “You’re not you right now,” you whisper, not trusting your larynx to produce anything above a mouse’s squeak. “This isn’t the Abby I know.”

For the first time this morning, a sentiment other than bloodlust registers in her face. Hurt.

Either unable or unwilling to respond, Abby recommences her packing in solemn silence.

Shit, you have three, perchance five minutes at best to dissuade your girlfriend from leaving and doing something that will haunt her for all eternity. Yet all you can do is brace yourself against the wall and allow a second tsunami of tears to wash over you, pangs of anguish striking your heart. “Abby—”

“I’m going, (Y/N).” Firm, with a shred less conviction, but firm enough.

A violent sob tears through you as you beg, beg, the vessel of the woman you adore, “Please don’t leave me.”

For a fleeting moment, your heart stops as she hesitates in her tracks. A flicker of hope seizes your mind, that perhaps she has reconsidered, that finally some logic has entered her train of thought.

It all crashes down when she reaches for the spare rifle ammunition by the front door.

“Fuck, Abby—”

“I’ll be gone a month at most.”

Hail-Mary.

Hail-Mary.

Please.

Chest shuddering with each sob that wracks through you, you utter through violently trembling lips and hiccups, “You’re so – fucking blinded – by your hatred – right now – that you can’t – fuck, see – this will – kill you—”

The gravity of the situation threatens to make your knees buckle.

Abby plucks her jacket from the coat hanger and wades over to your crippled stance by the kitchen. A hand brushes your salt-slicked cheek as a lock of hair is swept out of your line of sight. “I love you,” she whispers in pained honesty.

“Abby…” You try to take her hand, to ground her, to remind her of the life she’s leaving behind on her relentless pursuit of this warped sense of justice.

“Goodbye, (Y/N).” She squeezes your palm and lets go, zipping up her pack as the front door to the apartment creaks open and slams shut.

Death is a word that isn’t used lightly, especially not after an epidemic takes the world by storm. But part of your spirit certainly died the moment that door closed behind her.

(I’ll leave it up to you whether she has a change of heart or leaves and scores a few hits above par.)

[icefire149]

30! Deancas, its cold so cas insists on a scarf instead of his tie

Char I'm so sorry this took a million years to write. Work and life kept me extremely busy, and then this lovely fic kept going in a different direction (which seems like a theme in every prompt I tackled). I really hope you enjoy this one, and have a lovely day :D

#30 - I love you mumbled into a scarf

Dean had his head buried so deep in thought about the impala’s winter maintenance that he almost missed the familiar foot steps breezing past in the garage. His eyebrows pressed together as he pulled his head out of the car. “Cas, buddy, where are you going?”

Cas stopped dead in his tracks, and turned on his heels. “Oh, Dean.” His gaze nervously glanced around the garage. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Are you okay?” Dean leaned against the side of the impala now, and crossed his arms. “You look kinda spooked.”

Cas’ gaze flitted around the car. “Do you happen to have Jack with you?”

“Nah,” Dean answered, scratching the back of his neck. “He went on a grocery run with Sam about a half hour ago.”

“Oh,” Cas exhaled, and visibly relaxed some. “That’s good. He’ll enjoy that greatly.”

“Did you need him?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“No.”

Dean walked around the car and stopped closer to Cas. “I’m gonna need more than that. What’s up?”

“I need to go Christmas shopping.”

Shaking his head slowly, Dean blinked. “Are….are we celebrating Christmas this year?”

“I’d like to,” Castiel confessed. “I know you and Sam have your own traditions and this is your home, but I’d like to give Jack his first Christmas since….last year he wasn’t here.”

“Oh.” The word tumbled out of Dean’s mouth. He was going to need time to process every verbal hit Cas pummeled him with. In a daze, he pointed at the impala with his thumb. “Do you want a ride?”

“Yes. Yes, of course,” Cas answered genuinely surprised. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He was still sorting Cas’ words when he found himself opening the impala’s door.

The angel slid into the front passenger seat, and they were off in the direction of the nearest shopping mall. It wasn’t until they hit their second red light that something finally clicked into place in his brain. “Is that why you tend to disappear around the holidays?” Turning, he kept his eyes on Cas long enough to see the twist in his expression.

“Maintaining customs, holiday traditions in this case are incredibly important to humans. I didn’t want to overstep or interfere.”

“You do realize I leave probably a dozen voice mails the closer it gets to Christmas, right?”

“Yeah, it’s quite irritating having my phone going off so often when I’m trying not to take from your time with Sam.”

“Cas,” Dean said exasperatedly. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, but the blaring honk of the car behind him momentarily cut off his train of thought. When traffic settled so did Dean, “I already get enough of Sammy, and I’m sure he’s more than sick of me too, especially around the holidays.”

“Oh.”

“And yeah, I’ve been wanting you to join us….since forever. Seriously.”

“I’m sorry.”

There was a pained tone in his voice that startled Dean down to his core. He shivered involuntarily. Glancing over at Cas, he saw that the angel had his eyes glued out the window. It bothered Dean not being able to pin down what was bothering Cas. It felt like so much more was hidden in that apology.

Turning back to the road, Dean reached a hand out blindly until it connected with the sleeve of Cas’ coat. “There’s nothing to be that upset about, your heart was in the right place.”

Cas didn’t respond, and Dean didn’t loosen his grip. Instead, he tightened it, but spoke with a note of levity. “And how many times do I gotta tell you that the bunker is your home too?”

“Once more, perhaps?”

Dean could feel the constriction in his chest loosen at the faint smile he could hear in Cas’ voice. He shook his head. “Giving Jack a real first Christmas is a great idea. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it months ago.”

“I think we’ve all been a bit too preoccupied.”

“Yeah.” Dean withdrew his hand and turned the car down the nearest exit. “You’re not wrong.” Basically since Jack was born they’ve been non-stop busy. The past few months in particular were miserable, for all of them.

“I know things aren’t one hundred percent safe with Michael still out there,” Cas started. “But I’m glad that you’ll be home for Christmas. I fear I would’ve ruined Jack’s holiday if you weren’t here.”

“Nah,” Dean argued, feeling his eyebrows pinch together. “My presence shouldn’t make that much of a difference.”

“Dean.” He could feel the angel’s stare sliding under his skin. “I left Jack with Sam so I could chase every whisper, blade, bullet, and trap that might lead to you. And from what I’ve gathered, Sam did much of the same passing Jack off on whoever was willing to keep an eye on him. That wasn’t fair to him, and I’m not proud of my behavior.”

“Hey,” Dean tried cutting through Cas’ frustration with himself. “You had no idea what Sam was gonna do.”

“Jack was never meant to be Sam’s responsibility. I-”

“You did the best you could at the time.” Cas didn’t answer, and Dean couldn’t risk taking his eyes off of traffic in that moment. “I mean it, and besides we’re well past that tunnel now. And we’re gonna give Jack a real Christmas.”

“Thank you.”

Dean hummed in response, and spotted what he was looking for: the sign for the mall. “Don’t tell Sammy, but-” He glanced at Cas’ curious expression. “since we found the bunker, I’ve always wanted to make it look like Christmas threw up all over the place.”

And to Dean’s genuine surprise, Cas laughed. It was happy and light, and when Dean turned for a heartbeat, the image of Cas with his head tilted back was branded into his memory. The corner of his mouth curled into a grin. “After growing up watching every Christmas special imaginable as a replacement for actually celebrating the holiday normally...I think it’s like making up for lost time if we go overboard.”

Another hearty laugh rocked Cas. “Makes logical sense to me.”

“Besides the kid will get a massive kick out of it.”

“I hope so,” Cas muttered, as the car came to a stop in the parking space.

“Oh trust me, he will,” Dean said throwing an arm behind the back of his seat and turning to face the angel. “Soooo….where to first?”

Cas observed their surroundings before letting his stare rest on Dean. “I’m not sure.”

“Well we can just check out whichever store is closest and work our way around. Sound good?”

“Yes,” Cas smiled softly.

Dean’s hand rested on the door handle, but the movement next to him made him pause. He watched Cas dig a hand into his jacket pockets until he pulled out a long, dark blue scarf. “Traded the tie out for a new accessory?”

The angel snapped his hands to his chest in order to hold the scarf tightly. “It’s new,” he said defensively.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Dean grinned. “Did you go out of your way to buy something the same exact shade as your favorite tie?”

Cas’ eyes trailed down to the fabric between his fingers. “Maybe,” he answered after a short, meditative pause.

“It’s nice,” Dean said pushing his door open. “I was wondering where the tie was today.” He got out of the car and Cas quickly followed him on the other side.

Cas hooked the scarf behind his neck. “It felt redundant.” His expression quickly twisted in frustration as his hands failed to wrap the scarf in a way that would be comfortable.

“Need some help, buddy?”

The angel’s gaze pierced him like a knife, but that didn’t stop Dean from circling around the impala to stop directly in front of Cas. He held his hands out. “Just let….”

Cas’ hands fell to his sides, and the frustration slowly smoothed out of his face. His gaze locked onto Dean’s.

“-me help.” Dean started wrapping the scarf properly so Cas could duck the lower half of his face out of the chilly, winter air whenever he wanted.

There was something magnetic in Cas’ demeanor. As it circled and grew in his eyes, it filled Dean with a soft warmth that drew him a step closer. His skin burned, but on his brother’s life he couldn’t remember in that moment why he would normally never let himself get this close.

Dean could feel the puffs of Cas’ breath caressing his face, sending goosebumps across every inch of his skin. Despite this, he reached forward and finished laying and puffing the scarf up.

The apples of the angel’s cheek’s appeared pinker when Dean’s gaze slid up from the blue fabric that was still caught between his fingers. Cas’ bottom lip twitched for a second, and then he sunk his face into the scarf.

Thoughts slid back into Dean’s head. Louder than ever. The tips of his fingers clung a little tighter to the scarf. This feeling wasn’t new. Everything that had to do with Castiel, it was like a Gordian Knot. There was too much to sort and untangle. The fragile thing they had was too important to him to destroy completely. The solution was simple and staring him in the face, but he’d been teetering on that decision for a decade now.

Before he could move, a simple vibration resounded up his fingertips. And before Dean could ask what the angel had said, Cas broke the moment.

His hands slowly and shakily unhooked Dean’s grip, lowering them. The scarf slid down Cas’ face as he momentarily glanced around the parking lot. Dean quickly forgot about the brief indescribable look in the angel’s stare, when a glimpse of Cas’ teeth caught his eye.

The tension eased in Cas’ shoulders. He released Dean’s hands with a widening smile. “Let’s go. I’m not sure what would be suitable for a Christmas tree. Any ideas?”

“Yeah,” Dean grinned, losing himself in this new moment. “We’ll have to go elsewhere and grab your truck, but I have several ideas.”

The prompt was from this list. I'm not expecting any more prompts from this one, but if there's one you really want me to try please ask! (and specify the prompt list).

[rosietrace]

❌🍒🍊💛💜🍆🍇 for ocs of your choice... and only do as much as you wanna do. ^^

My mission is to answer all of these-

OC's: Lumina, Victoria, Azrail, Ymir, Cressida, Saika, Roya

{ Warning(s): Spoilers for backstories, possible ooc moments }

{ Lumina: ❌ } { What could be enough to end a relationship for them? }

Lack of trust.

Lumina's relationships mostly stem from the fact that she knows she can trust them with her feelings, and thus feels like that admitting anything romantic openly would make them uncomfortable

Her s/o needs to be someone she can trust very much, a person she can find comfort in

If her s/o is someone she can trust at the start of the relationship, then that's a problem

Because of Lumina's instinct

Cause she'll eventually have a certain instinct that her own significant other can't be trusted with her secrets, nor her feelings

And so, she'd use her unique magic for them to forget their relationship entirely

{ Victoria: 🍒 } { What do they expect in a platonic/romantic relationship? }

Loyalty(Platonic)

As bitchy as it sounds, she genuinely has a reason for this

When it comes to relationships with others, especially when she was younger, Victoria struggled to befriend other people

Hence, why she only had one friend growing up until she met Vil

Not only does she expect loyalty from others, she expects loyalty from herself

Victoria struggles when it comes to make decisions since there are times where certain thoughts lead to violence, not to mention her inferiority complex

And that's why she feels like she has to expect loyalty from herself in order to properly maintain a friendship with anyone

Painfully honest, but gentle(romantic)

I'll be completely honest, this woman wants someone who outwardly calls her out and is blunt about everything and means everything they say

She has no idea where exactly she got this type of expectation from, but she's sticking with it either way

But, she also wants someone gentle and kind

She grew up living with an emotionally controlling grandmother who had unrealistic expectations for her because she's the only child in her family

So to Victoria, someone gentle and kind to her is a breath of fresh air after having to live with that kind of person

She wants someone kind, but she also wants someone who doesn't hesitate to question her morality and help her get over any unhealthy habits

{ Azrail: 🍊 } { What's their favorite, and least favorite food? }

Favorite Food: Pomegranates

Has absolutely no reason to like pomegranates other than the way it tastes

He hates the seeds tho, they get stuck in his teeth

Azrail's the type of person to hack into a security system while slurping spicy ramen and not feel anything spicy whatsoever, but he's also the kind of person who'd make pomegranate bunnies

He sometimes has a pocket knife with his just in case he needs to slice open the pomegranate

And so he can remove the seeds

Idia's getting a tad bit concerned-

Least Favorite Food: Chicken Soup

He literally has no reason to hate chicken soup as much as he does

Like- no one can pinpoint WHEN that hatred for soup even happened

Either way though, don't feed him chicken soup when he's sick

He'd rather have a soup that tastes like shit because of a potion

And he

e absolutely despises the smell and taste of the soup that it makes him feel like shit

Not even Dimitri knows why he's like this-

He'd probably hiss like a snake if he smelled chicken soup at a food court or cafeteria tbh-

{ Ymir: 💛 } { How in control are they of their emotions? }

Pretty well actually

He's usually alone in the infirmary the whole day so he has plenty of time to work on his emotions

Even though everyone's freaked out by the fact that he literally has a straight face the entire time

I'd say he'd have good control with everyone who isn't Crowley

Holy shit does he hate that man for reasons other than not paying him enough

Not only does he barely give him a paycheck nowadays even when he's doing overtime, Crowley's shenanigans ends with several students in the infirmary

The man would lose all sense of control in his presence that it's between funny or scary

{ Cressida: 💜 }

{ Saika: 🍆 }

Music, Spells, Cities

Reasons:

Music: She feels creeped out by complete silence because whenever her governess leaves after literally treating her like shit, she cries and the only company she has.... Is silence

Spells: Though she's not the best at most of them, she's at least decent enough

Cities: She's a social butterfly, and she loves interacting with others

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Tea, Sweet, Vegetables

Reasons:

Tea: She prefers the scent of tea since it's easier to identify when it's inside a teabag

Sweet: Absolutely hates spicy food, and I can't blame her tbh

Vegetables: Has the belief it's healthier than fruit

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{ Roya: 🍇 }

Night, rain, winter

Reasons:

Night: He likes the calming feeling of being alone at night

Rain: Finds comfort in the sounds of raindrops for literally no reason

Winter: Won't admit it but he loves making snowmen

[its-a-humanriot]

Common Language, pt. I

(This is the beginning to a bunch of Fallout 3 works I have knocking around my brain. I’ll post bits and pieces here and then post the full work to ao3 once it’s done)

(pt. I) / (pt. II)

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Charon realises very quickly that he does not understand his new employer very well.

In the first instance, this is very literal.

Not many words were exchanged during her introduction as his new employer and him subsequently blowing Ahzrukhal’s brains all over the walls of the Ninth Circle. It’s not until after they make a very rapid exit and they are out in the quiet of the museum atrium catching their breath that he really pays any attention to her. Not much about his employer’s appearance immediately seems wildly unusual – she looks pretty healthy for a wastelander, if somewhat pale, and probably one of the youngest people to come through Underworld in several years. Her face is grubby with the expected dust and dirt of travel under her mop of short curly brown hair, slightly pink from sunburn across her nose and a clean strip of pallid skin around her eyes from the goggles that now hang around her neck (the look of it reminds him briefly of some small animal from before the war, though he can no longer recall its name). Although they look relatively well maintained, her armour and rifle have clearly been scavenged at least third-hand, and a faded red bandanna is tucked around the collar.

Charon takes all this in with a practiced eye, trying to evaluate what kind of person he is now bound to – as satisfying as it is to know that Ahzrukhal’s head is now spread all over the Ninth Circle, it has come at the cost of knowing his opponent. The girl in front of him does not look wealthy to be spending the number of caps he knows Ahzrukhal would have asked for his contract, nor hardened enough to have carried out whatever unscrupulous task he would have accepted as alternative payment. He can’t quite pinpoint it, but something doesn’t seem right. When she opens her mouth, his instincts are proved right.

“Well, fuck. I came to Underworld to cop a flop and a sling and hang loose for a while, maybe zee out for the night, and buddy up with you. I was not expecting to have to beat feet with a dead body behind us.”

Her accent is like no wastelander he has ever heard, and he doesn’t understand half the things that come out of her mouth. Charon can’t claim to be up to date with young people (as so few of them come through Underworld and most of Ahzrukhal’s associates were people who should absolutely not be allowed anywhere near children) but even among the various communities in the Capitol Wasteland there is usually a fair amount of common ground. This – whatever this is – is something else entirely.

His well-practiced poker face seems to keep his confusion hidden at least up until she turns to him with an uncomfortable smile on her face – she certainly has cleaner teeth than a lot of wastelanders, and not even any missing that he can see – and sticks her hand out in his direction.

“This isn’t how I was expecting to have this go but, uh, I’m Billie. Nice to actually meet you properly, Charon.”

He stares at it. A lot of people would avoid unnecessary physical contact with ghouls, even if they weren’t outright ghoul haters, and certainly none of his previous employers have ever tried to engage in something as cordial as a handshake. When he doesn’t react, she leans in a little sheepishly. “…I think you’re supposed to shake hands when you meet someone new, right?”

His stare moves up to her face. She looks about as confused as he feels. What rock has this kid crawled out from?

“What?” It’s hardly the first thing that he means to say to his new employer now they have time to talk, but this whole interaction is leaving him feeling entirely unfooted. She tilts her head at him and looks even more awkward, her outstretched hand dipping slightly before she withdraws it entirely and starts to comb it through her hair instead.

“Uh…I’m not used to meeting new folks? A couple of people have told me what passes for manners above ground but honestly, I’ve not had so many chances to try it on people who weren’t trying to vent me first.” Her face twists in an embarrassed grimace. “Is it the accent? I’ve been told it’s a little hard to understand. I can try, uh something else,” She drops her hand, brushes some stray curls out of her eyes and clears her throat. She offers her hand again and manages to take him by surprise yet again: saying clearly in an almost perfectly pronounced pre-war Transatlantic accent “Hello Charon, my name is Billie Morgan. Pleased to meet you.”

The sound hits Charon like ice cold lead in his stomach, a noise he hasn’t heard in decades beyond the occasional old holotape. It rings in his ears as fresh as it was then with all of the other memories he’d tried to bury - the cloying surgical smell of the lab in his nose, the claustrophobia of the sim pod – Scanning vitals… Welcome subject: 2875, identifier Charon. Beginning training simulation in 3, 2…

A hand touches his arm and the tension in his body spikes – Charon finds himself staggering backwards into a defensive stance. His hand, still moving on instinct, gets as far as the handle of his combat knife before his conditioning kicks in with a short shock of pain – the subject cannot harm the employer – and the opposing reactions form a strained stalemate and force him to a standstill, buzzing with adrenaline, as his presence of mind returns. His employer is now a few feet away, her brown eyes wide as she raises her hands.

“Woah, okay. Won’t do that one again. Sorry.” The artificial enunciation is gone and her original accent has returned, but she is speaking more slowly and clearly than before. He can’t tell if she’s just doing it to try and pacify him or if she is consciously trying to make herself easier to understand. Now that he has the frame of reference for it her natural inflection definitely has something pre-war about it, but it’s hard to pinpoint. “Easy there, big guy. I’ve got no scrap with you and I’m not gonna hurt you. Okay?”

Charon has at least a full foot of height on this kid, and while she looks healthy she does not look strong – the idea that she would be able to hurt him in a close quarters fight is almost laughable. Slowly, he forces himself to let go of the knife handle. The tension in his shoulders stays where it is.

“I am unable to harm my employer. Physical violence on your part invalidates our contract.” The default line gives him something to fall back on for a moment while he straightens back up to his resting position.

“That’s…something.” She doesn’t look reassured, but she drops her hands. “So we’re shiny? Cause you looked real ready to stab me for a second there.”

“I am unable to harm my employer.”

“…Right.” She appears to wait a moment for clarification that does not come before continuing. “So about your contract – it’s kinda hard to read and I didn’t really get the full shakedown before you greased Ahzrukhal so I don’t know what your rates are. I’m a little low on caps at the moment but I can pay you some upfront and then I can earn a bunch back from whatever scavving we do in the next few days to get you the rest of your cut, then we can work out an arrangement. Sound okay to you?”

“I do not require payment.”

“So what, I keep you watered and fed and breathing and we’re square? Seems like a pretty cheap deal to me.”

“I do not require protection and you are not required to provide for me, though several previous employers have chosen to do so.”

“Wait.” Her brow creases. “What does the contract say?”

“The holder of my contract is my employer.” The words come readily to his tongue after many decades of repeating them. “My employer has my services in combat and in any other duties as they see fit and I am honour bound to do as they command for as long as they hold the contract. The contract prevents me from harming my employer while I am in their service. Physical violence by the employer against me invalidates the contract.”

She stares at him hard for a long moment before she speaks again with horror in her voice.

“You’re a slave?”

“I belong to no one.” The response is automatic, the only protest he is able to make. The words taste sour in his mouth.

“You’ve just told me that you don’t require payment of any kind and that you have to do what I say. If that’s not being a slave, I don’t know what is.” She turns away and pulls on her curls for a moment while she paces before turning back to him, her face stormy. “If I’d know that skeezer was a slave owner on top of everything, I might’ve taken a pop at him myself before you ventilated his face. Fuck.” Her eyes widen again. “I bought you from him.”

“If you find the terms of my contract objectionable, you may pass it on to another.”

“I object to you being bound to the contract. Passing it over to someone else doesn’t fix that.” Pulling a face, she pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs, then pulls his contract out of her pocket. She looks over the worn paper for a moment, then a takes a single step closer to him and thrusts it in his direction. “Here.”

The ebbing tide of the adrenaline rush in his veins suddenly leaves all at once, and he is left staring at his employer’s hand again. There must a misunderstanding here. Again.

“You wish me to…hold the contract for you?”

She rolls her lips together before making deliberate eye contact with him.

“I want you to have it. Permanently, free of charge. The contract belongs to you - no more employers to boss you around.” Turning her eyes skyward for a moment, she takes a deep breath. “I’m hoping that greasing former employers of yours isn’t like a tradition or something, cause I kinda like being alive out here in the fresh air despite everything. And I have someone I really, really need to find.”

He stares at her for a long moment, stupefied. She stares back, with an expression that is perhaps supposed to be comforting despite the fact that her hand is shaking slightly. After the events at the Ninth Circle, she doesn’t have much reason to suspect that anything else will happen apart from her apart from the inside of her skull being spread all over the atrium.

“I cannot accept.”

At the sound of his voice she seems a little calmer, and gives him a warmer smile.

“Sure you can. No charge, no nothing, just like I s-”

“You misunderstand. I am physically not able to accept.”

“What?” The look of confusion is back.

“I am not able to hold my own contract. It is stated clearly in the contract terms.”

“You didn’t say that thirty seconds ago!”

“The contract terms are long. I paraphrased.”

“You paraphrased.” With a furrowed brow she pinches the bridge of her nose again with the hand holding the contract dropping to her hip, though her mouth pulls up at the corner – whether it’s from amusement or concealed frustration, he’s not sure. She takes in a breath, then drops her hand. “Right. Okay. And if I destroy the contract?”

“I am compelled to stop you from doing so, through any means necessary.”

“Even if you harm me? I thought you said you couldn’t do that.”

“Preservation of the contract takes priority over the life of my employer, though I must also take all possible actions to preserve your life.” Comforting people is not a talent Charon considers to be in his skill set. From the look on his employer’s face, he evaluates that this is still true.

“There must be a section in the contract for how it ends though, right? Surely no contract is gonna be able to hold you forever.” The naivety of the comment grates on his nerves more than he expects. Maybe it’s the aftermath of the adrenaline rush and the bewilderingly abrupt turn that this already baffling interaction has taken, but Charon’s response come out with more of a bite than he means it to.

“It’s not that simple, smoothskin.”

“But you don’t want to be bound by it, right?” Seemingly undeterred by the epithet or the warning in his tone, she continues earnestly. “If we just-”

“I said -” His voice is sharper than he would ever dared let it be speaking back to Ahzrukhal, louder than he has spoken in so very long, and he wrests control of himself back too late – his voice echoes back to him from the polished granite walls so that it rebukes him as much as it does the kid in front of him. Her eyes are wide, shoulders bunched up to her chin level, and he realises that he has unconsciously drawn up to his full height. The echo hangs in the air for a moment, and when it dies his words are back to their normal volume, even if the tone is strained: “ – it is not that simple.”

The moment continues to stretch out thin and the young woman doesn’t move or answer – just keeps staring at him. The silence leaves him feeling as unbalanced as the conversation did - worse now that he feels exposed in the wake of his outburst. Charon takes a rattly breath and fills his ravaged lungs to their full extent as he winds himself back under control – shoulders down, arms by his sides, he reverts to his typical guarding stance. When he speaks again, it in the direction of the young woman’s clenched hand rather than to her face

“For good or ill,” Charon says towards the faded scrap of parchment “I am in your service.”

[undercover-trio]

Gender Neutral Reader x Team RWBY

De request

Hi! Could I request HCs for Team RWBY (separate) with a GN Reader s/o who seemingly dies in the Fall of Beacon only to turn up again later (you can choose when) to save them from a sticky situation. I need a little angst fluff in my life lol.

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Yus, you can, and honestly who doesn't, if you don’t need de angst and de fluff then I don’t know you.

And if I do

I don’t

-Mod Pengie

Italics-Flashback

[Brackets]-Scroll/TV

*Asterisk*-Action

Another repeat of the intro, I just love copying and pasting

（｀ー´）

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Yang

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Yang couldn’t remember much of how you died, she was groggy, it was cold yet your body was very warm

Yang could feel the blood flowing from her arm, her eyes were closed and she had a multitude of bruises. Yet she felt safe, her head leaning into your warm chest which provided a good source of physical and emotional comfort. She felt you place something in her hand as you spoke.

“It’ll be okay Yang, just rest, I’ll keep you safe.”

Those were the last words she remembered coming from your mouth before she woke up.

It was lonely.

She had gotten the news from Qrow, literally, he didn’t tell her. Merely showed her your report and handed her your small folding knife while giving her a side hug.

Yang had been pretty quiet since she woke up, yet here she was, staring blankly at a paper. Her lilac eyes picked up on 4 major points. Her hand gripped your pocket knife so hard that her aura started to flicker as she read.

Y/N L/N….reportedly killed...blood...Adam Taurus

Not even a moment later her eyes widened as Qrow quickly guided her to the bathroom. He would only listen in pity as he heard his niece heave and cry.

Of course the Sunny Dragon is never one to stay down, she learns and grows. Albeit with trauma.

Yang calmly stared at the foldable knife, rubbing her thumb against your initials, ignoring the doofus who was trying to talk to her. At least she was until this moron decided to attempt to touch her hair.

“You have really pretty hair y’know?”

“Yup! Trust me, these beautiful locks aren’t easy to maintain-“ Yang bragged with a puffed up chest and smug grin, her grin turned into a smile when you snorted.

Gently you grasped a lock, you were given the extremely rare privilege of touching her hair.

“Well I can say on behalf of everyone that you certainly do have the most beautiful hair.” You complimented, making her slightly blush, before she could tease you for your cheesiness you let her hair go and walked ahead.

“Also just a heads up, I saw Nora putting syrup in your conditioner and pink hair dye in your shampoo.”

Yang paused for a second, registering what you said.

“What!?”

She slammed her fist into the dirty bandit’s face, taking out a tooth as he flew back. Her eyes were blood red as he made eye contact.

“Don’t touch the hair”

Yang’s rage would certainly get her in trouble, yet you kept your word. You kept her safe.

Yang was shaking with uncomfortable rage, she felt the heat from inside her body. In front of her was no other than Adam Taurus, the person she despised the most.

Yang was crouched, she didn’t properly pace herself throughout the fight. She was too filled with anger to do anything, she could barely hear anything as her vision tunneled, all she could see was Adam walking closer to end her.

She didn’t even hear Blake gasp in surprise, she prepared her aura to take a hit. Yet her vision cleared as she saw Adam quickly turn and block a bullet.

Her lilac eyes widened as she saw your figure, sure there were most definitely scars, a small that cut through your left eyebrow. A horizontal one on your cheek, and many more on your body.

But you were alive

She couldn’t stay still as you were battling Adam yourself, neither could Blake. So while you went against him in close range they shot at him from long/mid range. Barely managing to shatter his aura.

Eventually she got up and flicked open your signature knife, with a final yell she stabbed him in the spinal area while you put your weapon through his chest. You both then let him fall down to the water.

She would seem upset at first yet eventually show that she’s just glad you’re alive

The both of you were in an inn room, sitting on beds and facing each other. Her eyes weren’t red but it was quite easy to tell she was upset.

Steeling up your nerves you attempted to talk.

“Yang-“

“Where were you?” She asked, but it was stated as a demand. Immediately zipping your lips the moment she spoke you sorrowfully smiled.

“I managed to escape Adam after holding him off long enough for Blake to evacuate you. But I did almost die in the process-“ you paused as you noticed her lips purse, with a nod she beckoned you to continue.

“I fainted in the street, yet when I woke up I found out that this kind shopkeeper provided me shelter in his shop and provided basic first aid.” Yang nodded.

“I was in and out of consciousness for a while, but when I was finally able to stay up I repaid him and immediately started looking for you.” You couldn’t see her eyes tearing up and walked over to her then sat and gave her a side hug as she leaned on you.

“Only to find out you went on a journey.” You chuckled, Yang softly smiled.

She wrapped you up in a bear hug as she shed happy tears.

“I’m so glad you’re alive.”

“I love you Yang.”

“I love you too.”

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Hnnnnnnnn, I’m sorry it took so long but for some reason my fingers were dumb and like-

“Aye y’know wut, let’s not stick to the headcanon format.”

There’s also the fact that I was sobbing on my lover- my bed- about what they did to my baby Penny.

It’s just-

OFBWORNRODNEODB

Pennnnnyyyyyyyyyyy

。゜(｀Д´)゜。

Other than that as usual I hope you enjoyed my angsty vanilla HC my dear ✨Anonymous✨ friend

（・｀ω´・)

Ima go cry some more then work on my next request

Also don’t lie to me, shopkeeper is best character

Oof, 3.5k words, I’m proud

- Past Mod Pengie

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Y’see that was me before this whole splitting fiasco

I guess today was a day I was just destined to be salty, there was just too much sugar from these HCs

Mkay enough of me being snappy, hope you enjoyed and I’ll start working on my next request!

-Mod Pengie

Above is you watching my rant