#Wicked Stationery

[riaalba]

Wicked Musical Inspired Greeting Cards | Customizable Birthday Cards for Fans of Wicked the Musical | Unique Theatre-Themed Cards

[magicalshopping]

♡ Horror Pairings Stickers by Noble Demons ♡

[thewinchestah]

"PREY" - Alastor x reader fic

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, begging, overstimulation, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, degradation kink, praise kink,

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: i lost count. it's big.

  | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: Helloooooo!!! I write a lot but i never publish it! My lovely friend and also biggest inspiration for this fic @smallershorteranduncut ordered me to post this and i'm nothing but her loyal servent! I hope you guys enjoy the fruits of me writing 10 google docs pages today while i was enraged. Also english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here yadayayfayada! enjoy <;3 (UPDATE!) Part 2 is now up!

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Everything about the Radio Demon seemed to be designed to make you desire him, want him. Many times in ways you weren’t even ready to admit to yourself. You haven’t been in Hell long, that’s true. But ever since you manifested here you felt like someone had picked your brain open to make Alastor the perfect bait to lure you into even more sinful, sinister paths. 

He had an inexplicable magnetism around him, a piercing presence that made your eyes stuck on him when he worked a room. He had you bewitched and you hadn’t share more than polite pleasantries with each other since you became a guest at the hotel.

Today, again, you were transfixed in his gaze. Sitting in the corner of the hotel lobby, trying to make your embarrassing attraction to him go unnoticed while Alastor waltzed across the room explaining more of his wicked plans to Charlie. God, how you wish he had his wicked way with you. 

He seemed more… on edge today. His red eyes  glowed a little brighter, his nostrils flared a bit more, static filling the room more often, he was smiling with almost barred teeth, and everyone seemed to be avoiding him. Even Charlie was trying to politely dismiss him, the general feeling of uneasiness inside the hotel  just growing larger when Angel stationed himself near your little corner of the room. 

“Don’t go near that creepy motherfucker today, he’s about to lose it.”  Angel alerted, almost whispering, a pair of his hands making the “crazy sign” near his head 

“Isn’t he always creepy and about to lose it?” Husk added, staring at the exchange between the radio demon and Charlie.

“I’m telling you toots, I know that guy definitely isn't normal, but today he is borderline a mass extinction event. I swear, he’s just waiting for someone to give him the excuse” Angel replied, confirming your suspicions. Something was off.

“Uh. Well, about that, I think it’s time we rescue Charlie” 

As if on cue Charlie turned to the corner of the room, gesticulating really hard to be taken away from the small commotion her conversation with Alastor was becoming. 

“Hey Charlie, do you remember that thing with the hotel’s… personalized stationery you asked me to help you today? Let’s do it!” Said angel gently guiding Charlie away from the Radio Demon.

“Guess that’s my cue Alastor! Greaaaaat chat! As always! Have a nice day!! Byeee!” Charlie’s overly chirpy tone giving away her uneasiness. 

Suddenly it felt like all the air was taken out of the room. Alastor’s neck turned into an ungodly angle, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Static grew around the group, almost suffocating. As your vision went blurry from the sheer power that was being evoked, you contemplated if there was another afterlife. Preferably one where you didn’t inherit a death wish from your previous ones.

And as quick as it started, it was over. 

Alastor just said a creepy “hm” turned on his hell, and walked away. 

It almost felt like it was all in your head, but your friends standing perfectly still and dead silent next to you gave the reality of the situation away: everyone just had a near death-death experience. Maybe it would be a good topic for Charlie’s bonding exercises, who knows with this place. 

“I told ya’ll. Mass. Extinction. Event. Stay out the psycho’s way”

Angel’s voice became background noise in your head, your eyes focusing on the spot where Alastor just threatened everybody’s life without saying a word. As the voices dissipated around you and normalcy slowly returned to the hotel, your mind sank deeper and deeper into the mystery that was the Radio Demon. 

-

They were so oblivious, so naive. Thinking he wasn’t listening what they said about him behind his back. Thinking he was unaware of him being the topic of the discussion when he wasn’t looking. He could bathe in the smell of their fear, and he was relishing it. 

Alastor stared at the new pretty little thing that arrived at the hotel. Oh how pathetically sweet and innocent she was, thinking she was being subtle about her infatuation with him. Thinking she could hide her interest in him, when she was nothing but a doe caught in the headlights of his eyes. Oh, she was just the perfect prey for him, wrapped in this lovely red bow she wore on her hair. 

Angel was right, he was just waiting for an excuse, and she just offered him one on a silver platter. And alastor was everything but a coward. 

-

You cursed a little bit louder than you intended when you saw the blood dripping from your finger. “Stop. making. a. spectacle. of. yourself” you mentally screamed. You still could not figure Charlie’s “special stationary stapler” out, so stapling your finger was bound to happen. 

Even though it was not much, the silly little cut was stinging like a bitch, and your best efforts to stop the bleeding were futile, considering the mess on the hem of your skirt. Still high on the adrenaline from earlier, your shaking hands searched for something, anything to put on your finger so you could continue your work without anyone noticing. Everyone already had enough for one day, it was fine. 

“My dear, did you just hurt yourself?” Alastor’s voice invaded your ears. Oh, fuck. That’s it, he was going to murder you for being so incompetent with the damned stapler.

Turning to face him, you meet his piercing gaze, not sure if you should run and scream for help. “Oh no worries alastor, it’s just a small cut, i can manage!” you give him your most confident smile. 

Alastor’s head tilts, eyes burning red as he watches the small droplets of your blood make their way down your index finger.  

“Nonsense, I can't have my staff running around with injuries and bloodied clothes. We are in hell, but we are not savages, dear” He seems transfixed by the blood, and you are too scared to move, too scared to anything other than hold the weight of his gaze and hope for the best. Your lizard brain is screaming for you to run, ask for help. Maybe Charlie isn’t too far away, could you make a run for it? Somehow your survival instincts override your brain, maybe all those hours watching true crime back on earth weren’t in vain, and you decide against running. Let him initiate first. 

He catches your wrist, trapping it inside his deadly claws. His face, towering over you, comes all the way down to inspect the offending finger. You can feel his breathing on your skin. 

Your breathing stops. You swallow an imaginary lump. He’s gonna bite off your fing-

“Would you be a doll and let me take care of it? Blood being unnecessary wasted truly abhors me” 

You must have said yes at some point, you don’t really remember, now you are holding the red handkerchief he handed  you, answering his request to “please follow him”. Trailing behind the Radio Demon, both of you walk through the large corridors. 

This might be the time to scream for help. the voices inside your head warn. With every step of his feet you hear his microphone going tsk tsk tsk where it touches the ground. You are walking the death row, the paintings on the wall chanting “dead woman walking, dead woman walking”. 

“Keep pressuring the wound darling, we are almost there” he gently commands you, too gently… it feels almost… soft, pleading. The way Alastor goes from 0 to 100 is giving you whiplash. 

He slows down, reaching for the door knob of an unknown room. Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to enter first.

the door locks behind you.

 if i’m being murdered, at least i’m being murdered with class. 

“Don’t be silly, I’m not going to murder you” Alastor says, almost singing the last part of the sentence. 

“Oh fuck, i said that out loud, didn’t I?” you blurted out 

“Yes you did. And yes, I also noticed your lovely doe eyes on me every time i’m in the room” 

Your brain short circuits. That 's it. You are dead. He’s not going to murder you (apparently), but you are going to die of embarrassment. It will feel like murder. He knows, fuck, he knows. He knows about your crush (?) and he’s going to drag you for it. You are going to be so dragged the angels will pity you and bring you to heaven. A creative way to be redeemed, Charlie should know about this. Your thoughts are going downhill as a big snowball, there are too many of them and you can’t follow a single coherent train of thought. You don’t even want to know how you look in the middle of this. You must look pathetic, truly like a doe caught in headlights. And then you hear your name once.

Twice now, in a sing-song voice.

Your eyes fly open towards the sound, breaking from the anxiety induced spell as you realize the Radio Demon had just called you, by name. He knows your name???

“Ah hahah! You’re back.” Alastor says, as he starts to circle you like a predator. Your eyes, as always, follow his across the room.

 “I don’t like to repeat myself, little doe. You heard what I asked?” 

Again, you don’t really remember answering, your brain is going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA as you watch him pace around you, eyes burning red, demanding your attention. Teeth slightly barred, voice on the edge of something. Was that “X” on his forehead always there?

“I asked if you know what you are doing to me” static fills the room as he finishes speaking. Alastor’s clawed hand trapped your bloodied finger dangerously close to his grinning lips. Your brain is doing flips as he stares deep into your soul, and when your thoughts land you make the connection. Alastor is horny. Alastor is horny for y-

“You see, little doe, I know what your eyes hide when you desperately lower them everytime I come near you. I know how you feel you can hide in plain sight if you stay quiet enough. But I can taste it. Your fear. Your lust. In the air. In your blood.” He has a white knuckled grip on your wrist now, same with his microphone. You lower your guard, eyes going from startled to lustful. “Good thing right now there’s nothing more i want in this godforsaken pit than your lust, pet”

You want this. There’s no point in lying to yourself. You want Alastor to fuck you. You’ve fantasized about the Radio Demon taking you more times than you can count. More times than you would like to admit to yourself. This feels deeply wrong, but you crave it. 

Fuck it, you are in hell, there’s nothing to lose. Alastor is still watching you, impatiently. For the first time today you realize you actually forgot to say something. He’s waiting. Alastor is waiting for your permission. 

“Take my breath away, Alastor” 

Your permission might have been really loud, it felt like you were screaming the words. But you can’t be sure, it might have been a whisper. Either way he didn’t miss it, what happens next is fast, angry and delicious. 

Alastor pounces and licks the blood on your finger, something clicks inside him as he tastes the red liquid, because he lets go of his microphone instantly and his arms grab your waist aggressively, so forceful you wouldn’t be surprised if it breaks skin. You shouldn’t be so turned on by this, by the sight of a psychopathic demon drinking your blood. But you are, and there’s no going back. 

“Strip” he orders. You want to say to him that you can’t take your clothes off your person with him holding you like this. He must have realized the conundrum: if he wants you naked, he has to let go of you. To Alastor, letting go of you right now is simply unthinkable. So he doesn’t: you feel his claws cut the bodice of your dress open, sending the most delicious shivers down your spine. Another claw rips your skirt apart, and you are almost fully naked in the Radio Demon’s arms, pressing your body hard on his still impeccable dressed body.

It’s humiliating, it’s dangerous, it’s hot, it is delicious, to be at his complete mercy, just how you always wanted.

Somehow both of you made your way close to the enormous bed in the middle of the room. Alastor cornered you, so the only way you could escape was walking backwards towards the bed. The brilliant bastard. 

You feel your calves hitting the edge of the bed, and Alastor breaks away.

 Pity, your mind complains. Get him back to touching you again. right. now,.

“Now now, we should establish some rules for this, pet” Alastor’s hands might have stopped touching you, but his piercing eyes never did. He knocks you on top of the bed, you lay there sprawled open just for him. His hands move up to do a quick work of his bowtie

“Rule one: you will take what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less. What I give you is enough. You might feel like you can’t take anymore, but you can. You will take it, I will make you take it” He takes his tailcoat off, his frame towering over you, even with your body completely flat on the mattress and his in front of it. 

“ Rule two: every ounce of your pleasure is mine and mine only. Mine to give, mine to take. And you will give me everything. I want to hear every sound, to feel every touch, to know every nasty thought that runs inside that pretty little head of yours. You will not suppress anything, I wanna hear your moans when you make a mess of yourself as I take everything I desire from your delicious body. I will relish on your desperate screams of pleasure.Nothing outside these walls matter” He is climbing on the bed now. You hold the weight of his gaze, underneath your demonic lover’s eyes your skin burns.

“Rule three: don’t you dare cum without my permission, good girls earn their orgasms and you will be a good girl. Or else…” static starts to pick up around the room, you are seeing the blackest black that ever was, his shadows enveloping you both. Nothing outside these walls matter. “Understood?” Alastor says as he pins your hands on top of your head, against the fancy headboard. His hand cups one of your boobs and he is worrying your nipple between his sharp claws. finally finally, your mind sings. You feel a surge of magic binding your wrists in green chains, attached to the headboard. It’s overbearing, it’s ridiculous. His magic feels like him, another part of him for you to take.

He pinches your nipple particularly hard and you moan softly, pleasure and pain consuming any other sensation. You forgot to answer him, you realize. You’ve barely started and you are already being bad. “yes alastor, yes.. but please don’t stop” the soft whimper leaves your lips.

“lovely.” he replies, and with that his mouth is on your nipple, sucking it while he administers his wicked ministrations to your other one. His sharp teeth prickling on the edge of breaking skin, and you already feel like you won’t be able to take all of him. 

His hand trails down to aggressively grip your thighs, his tongue sucking the neglected nipple his fingers left. Your moans become frequent and messy, if he’s already making you go insane with the beginnings of foreplay... You might pass out and die when he starts fucking you, but you don’t care. Let him show you the true meaning of la petite mort.

“My my, what do we have here” his hand leaves your thigh to trace the wetness of your panties. A clawed finger rips it apart, the last barrier between you and total consumption by the Radio Demon. He takes the finger between your glistening lips, not entering, just teasing 

“I don’t think i will get enough of this pretty little body of ours anytime soon, pet” he says as his finger finally enters your sex, He moves his digit with an expertise you didn’t really know he had in him,  making you whimper his name, ooohs and aaaahs, your hips start threshing from the pleasure. If you continue at this pace, you will be  begging for permission to cum too soon. Pathetic. you think to yourself. Because you know how hard this building orgasm will be,you don’t know if he will grant you more than one orgasm. And will you murder you yourself if you don’t feel his cock inside you tonight. You take a deep breath in between your moans and will your hips to stay in place, your nerves to calm down. 

Alastor adds another finger, and it takes all of your willpower not to become a puddle of wetness right there. You bite your lip so hard you taste blood. 

“you do make a mess of yourself, don’t you? you just can’t help it” he says as he curls his digits inside you. Your hips start thrashing hard again, and you sink them deeper into the bed. The chains on your wrists shake with the effort to hold back. As if alastor wasn’t going to notice. “no no no what did I say?” he snaps angrily, he’s eyes flash red at you and he takes his fingers out with a wet “pop”, you feel like crying at the emptiness. “please please alastor, don’t stop” you plead. His hands leave you entirely, you are left with just his piercing gaze, the one that makes your skin burn. “did I say you could hold back? don’t pretend like you aren’t a common whore for me, that you love how pathetic it feels that you are creaming yourself and we haven’t even really started” 

his condescending tone just makes everything even more sublime. It’s so wrong how good being told you are nothing more than a common whore by the Radio Demon feels. But you never felt anything close to this. “please Alastor” you beg again, nothing but a small whisper

“I would love to taste this pussy, so red already for me, but since you broke one of the rules… i’m afraid I will make you understand that are nothing but my pretty cockslut the hard way” 

Punishment? His punishment sounds ever better than his praise right now. You moan at his voice. He laughs. 

His knees cage you, as he lifts his upper body from you and starts undoing his zipper. He is taking his cock out. Oh fuck, he’s gonna fuck you without anymore foreplay. And he’s not going to be gentle about it either. You shiver. 

Alastor pumps himself a few times, his cock is big, thick, and an angry red shade, flush red like that, because of you, just for you. He’s gonna make you pay: pay for holding back from him, pay for making him feel like an animal and almost losing his hard constructed control. 

The look on his face says it all, he’s gonna take it out on you and you can’t do nothing about it.

You don’t have much time to think about the repercussions, in one swift motion his tip is already inside you, stretching you deliciously. Your brain short circuits again, the feeling of his cock inside you is everything you imagine and more. Depraved, heavenly, delicious. You struggle in your binds again, you want desperately to touch him. To feel his skin beneath your finger, to scratch him, mark him. But oh well, he’s the Radio Demon, he’s the one in charge and you are his prey.

Alastor starts to slowly enter you, he’s trying his best to hold back. He knows if he does this too fast it will hurt in a way he doesn’t want you to feel. And by the look on his face going slow is as torturous for him as it is for you. tantalizing inch after tantalizing inch he spreads the walls of your cunt apart. You understand now why this is punishment, it hurts in a perfect way, it hurts even more that he is doing it slowly, and not just thrusting like you imagined  he would, if he had more time to work on you. 

You become a mess of moans and incoherent words. His cock is halfway inside you now “HoLY FUCK ALASTOR” you scream. It’s already too much. 

“There’s nothing holy about this my dear. I’m going to breed you. I’m going to break you” and with that he buries himself to the hilt inside you. Now you truly scream in pleasure and pain “you won’t be able to walk straight for days, you will feel me in every step, and you will thank me for it”. His thrusts pick up at breakneck speed, the bed shakes from the sheer force that Alastor is using to fuck you. Every snap of his hips you moan more and more. 

The sound you make when he takes everything out and enters you at once is so obscene that it would make Angel Dust blush. He’s growling now, his antlers growing bigger as he fucks you like his life dependend on it. As he fucks you like he hates you. 

Alastor pushes your hips higher, and suddenly he’s even deeper. His other hand holding your waist in a bruising grip. The strain on your pinned hands will bruise too. His lips graze the skin of your collarbone, he looks so feral you are scared he will maul, the thrill of not knowing adding to your fucked up sense of pleasure. 

He seems to pick up on your fear, and bites down on your collarbone, hauling as he tastes your blood and buries himself inside you again and again. Moans turned into screams, and the only thing coming out of your lips is his name, spoken like a profane prayer. You would give everything you have to Alastor, and he doesn’t even have to ask.

Your orgasm has been building for a while now, the coil on your belly becoming tighter and tighter, like a supernova about to be born. “Alastor, please please let me come” you beg. His unfocused eyes stare down at you, as he takes a moment from feasting on your sweet blood to address your desperate, sweet pleas.

“Don’t. You. Dare” he says, punctuating every word with a sharp thrust. As much as you want, you are not sure you will be able to hold any longer. “I beg you alastor, please let me cum, i will let you do anything you want. but i need it so badly, please please”

You sounded so desperate when you begged, so beautiful.

“Don’t strike deals you don’t know you can fulfill, pet” his voice is low, a warning. You ignore it. “I promise Alastor, anything”. Alastor laughs.

 his finger touches your clit as he finally allows your sweet relief “you may come now, sweet doe” and that’s it, you are off, you are dead. You see stars, you see the entire universe as you scream out and climax. Walls tightening around Alastor’s monster cock, eyes rowling, his name a scream on your lips. You ride out your wave slowly, but Alastor is not slowing down.

Instead he is picking up his pace, maneuvering your hips even higher, your chains are stretched to the limit. You can feel them start piercing your skin. Thrust after thrust the sensation becomes too much, you are too overstimulated to go through all of this again.

“i can’t take it, i can’t take it!”

Alastor doesn’t care. “I told you not to make deals if you can’t hold them, didn’t I?” You don’t answer, you can’t. you can’t to anything but let him fuck you as hard and as much as he want. “but you are such a little cockslut for me that you can’t help it. What a shame” 

He is gripping your hips so hard it breaks skin, tiny trails of blood on his claws. “you will take it. You better take it, or I will make you take it” static picks up as he threatens the last words. You know you are spent, you know how bad it hurts, you know how bad his words sound, but the lines between pleasure and pain are so blurred that you can’t think coherently. Even this  pain of being broken feels good. 

Still, tears fill your eyes and you start crying, from pleasure, from pain, you don’t know anymore. What Alastor is doing to you has no precedent. No one can do this like he does. He knows torture too well, and he is tortouring you in the most decadent, delicious ways possible. “alastor i want to, i want to so bad but i just can’t” the tears sting your eyes and stain your face. 

Alastor sees it. He slows down just a bit, his voice softening “oh my dear doe, but you can. Just this once more, just for me. One more” his voice is so maddening soft it acts like fuel to your tears. Your skin tingles and you feel giddy, somehow your throbbing hot, wet cunt seems to find the right amount of relief, and you can feel only pleasure again.

Alastor continues to fuck you, your moans returning to normal, you are being so loud now, making a mess of yourself, just like he said, and a big hand comes to cover your mouth. 

“Oh we can’t have you being this loud can we?” his voice goes to that delicious mocking tone. His thrusts are slower now, but as deep as they can go. “what would you friends say if they found out that you moan like a common whore for their feared radio demon.. hum,.?”

You start to feel the pit of your belly tightening again, and alastor doesn’t stop humiliating you. The degradation feels just the right amount of perfection. You are exactly what he says you are. A common whore when it comes to him. “weren’t you ashamed just a few moments ago? trying to hold back the sinful sounds you make when I touch you? I already gave you one orgasm. I’ve been way too generous for my liking. I should stop right now since you feel so conscious about this”  Alator’s breathing is becoming erratic, his thrusts sharp, hard, and out of the breakneck rhythm he was torturing you before.You start moaning even louder through his hand. “ungrateful little pet. You are just so greedy for one more orgasm, you don’t even care that everyone downstairs can hear you hm??”

You can’t think straight. you feel on the edge of glory, this orgasm threatening to be harder than your previous one, as if it is possible. “alastor i’m so sorry, i know i don’t deserve it” you muffle behind his hand, he hears you speaking and takes if off “but can you please let me cum? just this once? just for you. Please Al” his thrusts are truly erratic now. He’s close too, even though you are too wrapped up on your own sensations to notice 

“please” you beg, nothing more than a whisper. Already making peace with the fact that you are going to come without his permission and he will probably never fuck you again

“Good girl, you can come now”

instantly as you are granted his permissions your world explodes, blinding hot pleasure takes over your body, the waves of pleasure making your heart beat so fast you feel like it’s going to stop. The petit mort is coming, and her sweet embrace envelops you, specially now that you feel Alastor’s cock twitching and spilling his seed inside you. You scream his name. Maybe you hear him screaming yours too. You don’t know anymore, your nerves are singing from pleasure unheard of back  when you were alive. Pleasure so great it could only be found in hell. The most heavily, depraved way of torture. 

You come down from your high, still dizzy, your body going limp. You are not dead, but you are positively spent. You give in into the warm and fuzziness of sleep. 

The last thing you remember is the softness of a blanket, a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Oh my dear, I knew you had one more on you,spending yourself this way just for me! What a truly precious thing, doe”

You might be dreaming now.

-

You weren’t dreaming. Alastor praises you, knowing his words will be the last thing you hear before a night of peaceful, deep dreamless slumber. He makes sure to put the softest velvet blanket he owns on your body, not to make the damage you gladly allowed your body to take for him an inconvenience. Tomorrow you will wake up to fancy letters of praise and sweet chocolate covered strawberries. And no one will know how Alastor found the perfect doe to breed as he pleases during the height of his mating season.

[copperbadge]

I was looking at a website selling stationery and sealing wax because I like to torment myself with things I could be buying, and I realized eventually that when they say "wicked" they mean "wax with a wick", not "wax which is somehow evil". But it did take a while.

Wicked Wax would be a great name for a goth band, a scented candle store, a beauty salon, or a car detailer, and I'm sad that the Wicked Wax on the website wasn't even like of the "looks black but melts red" variety.

[ID: A screencap of a banner from a stationery store; it shows wax in long lozenges, labeled "wicked wax", and wax in small beads, labeled "bead wax". I do not need this hobby and yet I desire it.]

[catesartworks]

What isekai manhwas would you recommend since I've seen you talk a lot about the ones you don't like

Granted, some of these stories have issues in them that I talk about in Isekai Maid (be it things like reinforcing classism, evil maid portrayals, corporal punishment as means of discipline). I do enjoy them but with a critical eye:

Monster Duchess and Contract Princess

I am No Heroine!

Not Sew Wicked Stepmother

Beware the Villainess!

Villainess Turns the Hourglass

King of the Pheonix (Aka Cheating Men Must Die)

I Will Not Return to My Family

I am the Ex Soldier's Girlfriend

Villainess Level 99 (manga and anime)

My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom!

The Villainess's Stationery Shop

[first-blight]

tagged by @shadowcursedballs 🫶🏻 thank you!!!!

OCs as obscure associations: Rhidian (they/them)

Animal: rabbit

Colours: leafy green, golden

Month: april

Songs: (only a handful of way too many)

something wicked - starset [and it gnawed / rose to the top again / back like a long-lost friend / a wretch that i can't defend]

in my head - derivakat [keep your distance / they say i'm a traitor but i can't remember]

me, myself & hyde - ice nine kills [i'm waging war on myself, a captive casualty]

altar - machineheart [i've got a heart full of sorrow, chest that feels hollow / and i know i need someone to save me]

Number: 999 - angel number meaning to let go of or to complete something, so something new can begin

Plants: lavender, thistles, stinging nettle

Smells: grass, campfire, cedars, iron

Gemstone: emerald

Time of Day: the first moments of dawn

Season: early spring. the chill of winter is slowly fading, new flowers start to bloom

Weather: cloudy and foggy, a stillness in the air; also thunderstorms

Sky: dark blue-grey, speckled with the last starts of the night, before the sun drowns them out

Places: lakesides; transitory spaces, town squares and roads

Food: stew from the campfire

Drinks: herbal teas for sleep (lavender, valerian, chamomile, etc.); a simple glass of water

Seasonings: sage, chives (if herbs count...)

Element: not sure if it counts but i'm going with lightning... chemical element would simply be iridium

Astrological Signs: capricorn, taurus (based on shallow google searches)

Magical Power: lay on hands, minor healing spells; shocking grasp, call lightning

Weapons: spellcasting staff, shadow dagger

Social Media: not applicable. pigeon carriers. the local town board.

Makeup Product: green eyeshadow

Candy: cough drops

Method of long distance travel: horse, probably

Art Style: impressionism

Fear: touch, abandonment

Mythological Creature: phoenix, ouroboros

Piece of Stationery: inkpot

Three Emojis: 🌱🌩️🌅

Celestial Body: neutron star (the collapsed core of a massive star; aftermath of a supernova, compressed past the density of a white dwarf [x])

if you feel like doing it (and if you haven't already done it, or need an excuse to do it for another oc etc.), i'm tagging @reapersynth, @strixhaven, @vanoefucks, @spiderslyre & @meowstarion 🫶🏻

[fattybattysblog]

Friend, Please (Chapter 1)

Fandom: Kirby/Kirby Right Back At Ya!

Gen | Teen

Characters: Meta Knight, Dark Meta Knight, Velka | Arcta Knight (OC)

Summary: They should be used to desperate people making horrible decisions by now, but somehow it always goes too far before anyone does anything about it. A person fell prey to the empty promises of dark, powerful hearts to become Arcta Knight. As they make their mark on Dreamland, Meta Knight grows anxious about the encroaching danger and leaves suddenly to prepare for a duel like no other.

AO3 | SqWA | Quotev

Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Blood and Violence, Swordfighting, Original Villain Character, Gijinka Kirby Characters

@ocappreciationtag

(Cover art done by Dean, edited together by me)

Unknown Knight

Blades clashed in the dead of night. The metal clanging rang in the empty air accented by the valiant cries of battling warriors. A pair of expired bodies lay on the battlefield in broken chainmail armor and torn markings belonging to the kingdom nearby.

“Geola!” The last guard remaining cries as his last ally falls. Geola reached for his sword feebly before falling limp. Cepel felt tears brimming his eyes. He ran at the warrior in the harlequin mask. They push Cepel away and, with a lucky slice, splatter Cepel’s blood on the dirt. He coughed and knelt, holding his shoulder as it stained his gauntlet. He eyed the horizon just past his opponent. His reinforcements were supposed to arrive soon… he had to buy more time.

Cepel lunged and stabbed at the mask itself, aiming to get it off and reveal the bastard wreaking havoc. The wound caused him to falter and another swift strike was dealt to his leg, keeping him kneeled below the harlequin. Cepel gripped his sword tightly. The fight began at twilight, yet the warrior never grew tired.

From the shadows, another group of soldiers raced in only to see the aftermath. The harlequin raised their blade. He smiled. He had held them off just long enough. Cepel dropped his sword and turned to the army.

“Someone,” Cepel coughed, “run! Go and tell M-”

The head rolled before the body dropped. Scattered gasps erupted from the reinforcements as they stared in silence. The commander tightened his grip on his blade and gulped.

“Claihd, fall back and inform his Lordship.” He said between his teeth. A green-clad swordsman beside him stepped forward with a hesitant nod.

“But... what about you, Lann?” He asked.

“We’re going to give it our all. Now go!” Lann ordered. Claihd’s legs carried him fast and far before he fully grasped Lann’s words. Swords met suddenly behind him, stuttering his gait in fear. He had to refuse the urge to look back despite the shouts and devastation beckoning to him. Claihd shook his head and pushed himself faster towards the kingdom of Dreamland.

-----

Lann watched his companion flee as he gathered his own nerves and faced the clown-faced freak. They stared back at him with unblinking eye-lights shrowded in black. A quirk he recognized many knights to have. Usually, knights that were much stronger than he. He begged silently that Claihd would get to the castle in time. The nervous shuffling behind him brought him back to the task at hand. He braced himself and pointed his sword ahead, the army charging from behind him and pouncing on Clown-face.

They remained unflinching. Each weapon glanced off their blade as if they were batting away flies. Lann watched Clown-face fight, studying them a moment and piecing together a strategy. Eyes toward the sky, he squinted at the darkened moon overhead and hummed softly to himself. With a short signal, he informed the army to go defensive. They merely had to tire the knight out, that was all he needed to stand a chance.

Lann looked once again at Clown-face and shuddered. While batting away his army, they kept their eyes on him. Head stationery. That wicked grin plastered on the pallid mask. Blood hadn’t been drawn yet. He grimaced and leaped into the fray. The lancers stabbed at a distance behind Clown-face. Swordsmen meeting them in head-on dueling. As Lann approached, the mask seemed to grin wider. With an expert motion, they disarmed a swordsman and slashed their throat. The man twirled to the ground causing Lann to rush faster towards that demon.

“Hmph, he’s toying with us.” He grumbled, lunging.

“Of course.”

Lann’s blade was caught by theirs. He staggered backward, giving Clown-face room. A massive chill swept the battlefield as ice encased the army, leaving them as statues in mid-battle. Lann gaped at the rows of halted comrades. His legs refused to function. Clown-face straightened and rested their blade on their shoulder. The blood dripping from it trailed down their back.

“What the…?” Lann said around the thick lump in his throat.

“And I’m getting bored.”

(Next Chapter)

[unikittybigbrightworldau]

Is there a Broadway in the BBW? Where is it and what shows are the most popular/well known?

The Unikingdom’s theater district is Hugway, which is its equivalent of Broadway. It’s in the southeastern part of the Unikingdom, not too far away from the beach. Popular shows include:

Tainted, which is similar to Wicked because the main character falls from grace, and they become a villain.

The Sad Ones, which is about some sad people in Frowntown trying to find an ounce of joy in their lives.

Pink Streets, which is about an aspiring musician who meets a working girl. I describe it as Moulin Rouge meets Hadestown (though I haven’t seen either of those).

Stationery, a play about a pencil, a pair of scissors, an eraser, and other things you’ll find in an office desk.

The Ladies, which is based on a time when the Unikingdom was ruled by four princesses at once.

Escape From Explosion Island, which isn’t a musical or a play. It’s a stunt show based on the movie.

Princess Puffycloud, the charming music-driven story of a delightful princess who stops a flood with her sunshiny attitude.

The Ride of Our Lives, which follows a group of people who visit and work at an amusement park.

Nellie, my dumb excuse to reference Annie some more.

The WormRob Musical, my dumb excuse to reference the SpongeBob Musical.

Other not-so-subtle references are Anything Is, The Melody Man, Hello, Lolly!, Cat Side Story, and Dancin’ in the Rain.

There are several off-Hugway theaters all around the Unikingdom.

[papermoonloveslucy]

THE FACULTY!

Teachers, Instructors and Coaches of the Lucyverse

Here’s a tribute to all the teachers at the Lucyverse University! 

Jean Valjean Raymond (Apache Dancing) played by Shepard Menken in “The Adagio” (1951). Ethel suggests the recently-arrived cousin of someone at the French laundry to teach Lucy how to dance the Apache. He turns out to be more interested in amore than apache! 

Percy Livermore (English / Grammar / Elocution) played by Hans Conried in “Lucy Hires an English Tutor” (1952). Naturally, tutor Livermore has show business aspirations. Conried also played various teachers and instructors on Ball’s radio sitcom “My Favorite Husband.” 

Madame LeMond (Ballet) played by Mary Wickes. LeMond was the premiere ballerina of the French Ballet. She puts Lucy through her paces at the barre. 

Arthur ‘King Cat’ Walsh (Jitterbug) played by Arthur Walsh in “Lucy Has Her Eyes Examined” (1953). In real life, Walsh was one of Hollywood’s most popular Jitterbug dancers / actors. His first film role was as a Jitterbugging soldier in Stage Door Canteen (1935). 

Robert Dubois (French) played by Alberto Morin in “The French Revue” (1953). A waiter moonlighting by giving French lessons, DuBois is really in show business and wants to audition for Ricky at the Tropicana. In reality, Morin was not French, but born in Puerto Rico! 

Kitty Winslow (Dance) played by Lucille Ball in “K.O. Kitty” (1958), an episode of the Westinghouse Desilu Playhouse. The dance instructor turns boxing coach when she ‘inherits’ a prize fighter. Lucy Carmichael also coached a prize fighter (played by Don Rickles) in a 1967 episode of “The Lucy Show.” 

Henry Taylor (Math) played by William Windom in “Lucy Digs Up a Date” (1962). Although Jerry calls him ‘Old Man Taylor’, he is a new young bachelor recently relocated to Danfield from San Francisco. He replaced teacher Mr. Lucas (a character we never see). In various episodes of “The Lucy Show” Jerry also talks about teachers named Mrs. Lopus and Miss Clementine. 

Vito (Fencing Instructor) played by Vito Scotti, also in “Lucy Digs Up a Date” (1962). He gives lessons at the new Danfield YMCA. 

Professor Dr. Gitterman (Singing and Acting) played by Hans Conried in “Lucy’s Barbershop Quartet” (1963) and “Lucy Plays Cleopatra” (1963). The roles are reversed when Lucy uses his breath control techniques in “Lucy Teaches Ethel Merman to Sing” (1964). 

Dr. Adrian Vance (Chemistry) played by Lou Krugman in “Lucy and Viv Take Up Chemistry” (1963). Vance teaches night school at Danfield High. 

Mr. Sheldon (Judo) played by James Seay in “Lucy and Viv Learn Judo” (1964). Sheldon runs a Judo and Karate studio in Danfield. During the lesson he is assisted by his prize students, Louis Coppola and Ed Parker, who were real-life martial arts experts hired for the episode. 

Professor Guzman (Art) played by John Carradine in “Lucy Goes To Art Class” (1964). Guzman teaches Beginning Art Class at Harold’s Stationery and Art Store in Danfield.    

Mickey Rooney (Acting) in “Lucy Meets Mickey Rooney”. The school Mickey Rooney wants to open is called The Players Showcase. 

When “Lucy Gets Her Diploma” (1967) she attends Wilshire High School. There she has several teachers (top left to bottom right):

Larry Wilcock plays the Math teacher

Barbara Babcock plays the English teacher

Olive Dunbar plays the Biology teacher

Donald Randolph plays the History teacher

Ken Jones (Dance) played by Ken Berry in “Lucy Helps Ken Berry” (1968).  Jones teaches a course of tap and soft shoe for $25. 

Sister Mary Alice (Grade School Teacher) played by Mary Gregory in the film Yours, Mine and Ours (1968). Sister teaches Lucy’s son Philip and objects to him using his adopted name Beardsley, insisting he is still legally a North. 

Buddy Rich (Drums) coaches Craig in “Lucy and the Drum Contest” (1970).

Mike Howden plays a Ski Instructor in “Someone’s On the Ski Lift with Dinah” (1971). 

Freddy Martin coaches Lucy Carter in the saxophone in “Lucy and Her All-Nun Band” (1971). Martin was a saxophonist and band leader who first gained national attention in 1940 and continued on through the 1970s.

Professor Dietrich and Professor John Kleindorf played by Murray Matheson and John Davidson in “Lucy and the Professor” (1973). Kleindorf is the head of the music department of the college Kim attends. Dietrich is the author of the best-selling book Sex and the College Girl.

Jack Scott (Auto Mechanics) played by Robert Rockwell in “The Not-So-Popular Mechanics” (1973). Scott teaches night courses at Valley Trade School. Rockwell is probably best remembered as biology teacher Mr. Boynton on “Our Miss Brooks” (1952-56) opposite Gale Gordon and Mary Jane Croft, a series filmed at Desilu Studios. 

Mr. Tweed (Pottery) played by Roger Twedt in “Lucy and Uncle Harry’s Pot” (1973). Twedt was a real-life art teacher from Palm Springs, California. He also  was Lucille Ball’s adviser for using the pottery wheel.

[tsuki-sennin]

Cantering Cumulus! Skyland's bravest daughter Sora Harewataru has fallen to Earth! On this strange planet full of concrete jungles, metal boxes, and birds the size of one's hand, Sora must protect Princess Elle, the Hydrogen Baby of the royal family.

However, she may not be alone in her quest! Mashiro Nijigaoka, who sympathizes with her plight, becomes fast friends with our heroine! However, the wicked Underg Empire, plots beneath the surface! What shall happen this episode?

For truth, justice, and a better tomorrow! Cure Sky descends! Don't miss this exciting transmission from Japan's very own Toei Animation Company, Limited!

*Ahem*, that is... Spoilers, I guess...

-Yeah I'm not sorry about that, actually, it was kinda fun.

-Girl punched an excavator. You should probably put some ice on that, Sora-chan.

-What is a hero, anyhow?

-Awwww

-Well, you're known as Pretty Cure to everyone now~!

-Air raid sirens~!

-Purikyua~!

-Hero in the House, bitch!

-Oh hello, granny.

-Mashiro-hime desu ka!?

-What the fuck, why do you have a bachelor pad this huge?

-Hello, grandma!

-"Wow bro, that's crazy. Come in for some tea."

-It's a good thing Sora's Skyland etiquette seems to be almost exactly like the Japanese kind, huh?

-A whole other world~!

-A whole lot of "other worlds" too, but... y'know, let's just focus on Skyland for now, eh? You don't need to know all that so soon.

-Quite the transformation you did there.

-Taking the baby home takes priority.

-What the hell

-Granny prepared all this.

-Ahhhh, baby!

-The story begins.

-Even got a room!

-Getting down on one knee already? Didn't realize you were a love at first sight type.

-Whoa, hey! Knighthood?! I was kidding!

-Dame Sora Harewataru. Legendary Heroine Pretty Cure. Guardian of the Princess. Mashiro's Friend, the title she's most excited over.

-Bedtime.

-Morning!

-Fine earthling cuisine~!

-I fear you would explode if we took you to Oishi-Na Town.

-Borkfast

-Right in the taste plums.

-Rose oil, cinnamon stick, dried frog.

-Is Granny Niji some kinda magician?

-Elle-chan~!

-This is a nice little brass piece.

-Phone!

-You'll be very surprised by our advancements in technology all the time~!

-Robot!

-"Could you... pick out my civvy clothes for me."

-I really liked that sailor outfit and the black jacket one, those were cute.

-This is peak character design tho, very nice.

-Pukutto Bur-Ger...

-Hero?

-Oh ye gods, vines

-Ohhhh

-That's a whole-ass knight!

-Sabaton!

-Ohhhhhhhh, Granny knows a lot, huh.

-I wonder if this is a Heartcatch situation and she used to be a Pretty Cure too?

-Ranborg! Vending destruction and suffering!

-"Why did you pick this one, I wonder?"

-Ohhhh, I get it now. Granny's the knight she saw.

-It's Hero Time!

-I'm floored by this sequence, it's so gorgeous.

-Mugen ni hirogaru aozora! Cure Sky!

-Damn, those drinks are carbonated as fuck.

-"Please be careful :pleading:"

-"Yes, my princess!"

-Spinning! PreCure Counterattack!

-Naming your attacks, a very based thing for a hero to do!

-Pretty Holic Stationery~!

-For the lass who dreams of a hero. For a girl who wishes to be-

-INVINCIBLE SEASON 2, COMING OUT 2023 BABYYYYY!!!

-"Oh by the way, you might see other PreCures in the ED. Uh, just go along with it, there's a lot happening!"

-Might be a bit before we get to see Prism in action. That's alright, I can wait.

-Wing, my precious boy, I await you. Funny how we don't know your name yet. You're absolutely that orange borb I didn't comment on.

-Butterfly, you lookin' fine.

-Zounds! Our next installment of Hirogaru Sky Pretty Cure! Elle-chan has gone so long without the loving embrace of her mother and father that she has become tragically homesick! Cheer up, Hydrogen Baby! Sora-chan will do everything in her Tune in next time! Same Sky Time! Same Sky Channel!

[adonis-koo]

woah…i’m wow. missy i’m speechless. WHYY. ngl loving the angst BUT LIKE DAMNNNN i did not see that impacting me as much as it did. you have such a way with your writing missy. it’s beautifully painful ( does that make sense haha).

another thing: both anons were so rude and in no way shape or form reflects what we think. you make these stories for free and instead of being grateful they’re talking about manners and that is not right( they as in anons not you hehe ). if you ever need to take another break from asks fo it. your mental health matters so much more than a fanfic.

back to wicked. HOLY SHIT. HOW WHAT WHEN WHY HUH i was standing stationery for the last 15 mins after reading 🧍‍♀️. that was amazing AHHHHHH i cant fathom how heartbroken she must be after showing her vulnerability to him :((

Hahaha I’m sure it came out of nowhere for everyone but it was the perfect opportunity for me to put it out out in the open, especially as we spiral down this path of trying to free Wheein 😈 it’s really just another means to chaos but it does play into some…pretty intense scenes too 😵‍💫 it’s definitely a fracture in their relationship that’s going to take time to heal, and MC won’t be the only one hurting either as we’ll be getting to see some of Jungkook’s pov next chapter!

[alishaaxo]

no because guys im so addicted to playing dale and dawsons stationery supplies u dont get it 😭😭😭

im literally dying from freshers flu rn and am overheating w a sore throat AND am meant to wake up early to go central ldn to see wicked…. but i still played it for so long 💀

the game literally released like end of august and i have like 25 hours on it 🙃

its such a more fun version of aming us!! with the offics theme and being with vc, its WAY sicker

[thebamboobae01]

Ultimate Guide to Cleaning and Maintaining Coconut Bowls and Glasses

As eco-conscious individuals, we love using natural products like coconut bowls and coconut glasses, but it's essential to know how to care for them properly to ensure their long usage and hygiene. Here we will explore simple and effective cleaning methods, and  tips for maintaining the natural beauty of your coconut bowls and glasses. Let's keep our sustainable kitchenware looking fresh and ready for many more eco-friendly meals to come!

Here Are The Tips to Clean Coconut Tableware:

Rinse with warm water and mild dish soap.

Gently scrub with a soft sponge or brush.

Avoid soaking or using abrasive cleaners.

Thoroughly dry with a clean cloth.

Apply coconut oil periodically to maintain shine.

Store in a cool, dry place away from sunlight.

Let's Go Through Some of Our Coconut Products and Its

Care:Coconut Bowl Care:

1. Coconut Bowl:

Upgrade your kitchen with these stylish and eco-friendly coconut bowls! Made from dried coconut shells, they offer both aesthetic appeal and natural extraction. Available in semi-polished, polished, or matte finishes, they suit any preference. Easy to clean and use, they're perfect for storing food, boasting a 100% natural, toxic-free, tasteless, and odourless composition. With a capacity of 350-400ml, they're both functional and environmentally friendly.

2. Coffee Candles:

This candle features soy wax that lasts three times longer than regular wax, along with a toxic-free, paraffin-free, and naturally sourced wooden wick. The reusable coconut shell bowladds a premium touch to your decor, making it perfect for nature lovers. Handcrafted by local artisans in India, each candle is unique in colour, shape, and texture, providing a one-of-a-kind experience. Experience the soothing aroma of coconut and coffee, handcrafted with care in India.

Read: Uses and Benefits of Vetiver Scrub

3. Coconut Soap Tray:

Crafted from recycled coconut shells, our soap tray is durable and reliable for long-term use. With a natural, non-toxic finish, it's ideal for those with allergies and sensitivities, adding an attractive touch to your kitchen or bathroom decor. Handcrafted with care, each coconut soap dish is unique in colour, shape, and texture, providing a one-of-a-kind experience. Made in India by local artisans, this eye-catching soap dish brings the natural essence of coconut into your home.

4. Shot Glasses: 

These handcrafted coconut shot glasses are natural coconut glasses, unique in design and texture. Suitable for house party]ies, drinking with friends, and even for  gifting purposes. Its capacity ranges from 80 to 100 ml. The set of 4 is artisan-made, coming in size variation, shape variation, and colour variation. 

Read: What Things in a Stationery Kit?

5. Cleaning Scrub:

Tired of using conventional nylon scrubbers? Switch to The Bamboobae’s all-natural coconut coir scrubber, an ecofriendly alternative made from  typically discarded coconut fibres. Designed for effective cleaning, it fits comfortably in your hand, providing a good grip and coverage for efficient dishwashing. Unlike conventional nylon pads, coconut fibre scrubbers are sustainable and scratch-free, suitable for washing various materials including glass, stainless steel, cast iron, and non-stick coatings. Plus, they are odour-free and mould-resistant, thanks to the quick-dry properties of coconut fibres. Make the eco-conscious choice for your kitchen today!

6. Eco-Friendly Gift Box:

The bamboobae offers eco-friendly gift boxes, ideal for friends, colleagues, and spouses in the UAE, promoting a healthier lifestyle. Perfect for the growing trend of remote work, this sustainable hamper enhances work-from-home life with style and eco-consciousness. Featuring coconut shell snack bowls, reusable bamboo cutlery, and a borosilicate glass cork lid water pitcher bottle, it elevates snacking and dining while reducing waste. Impress coworkers and friends alike with this Zero Waste Essentials Gift Hamper, blending sustainability and functionality for a thoughtful and impactful gift.

Check: Bamboo Essentials: Must-Have Products for an Eco-Friendly Lifestyle in the UAE

Cleaning and maintaining coconut bowls and glasses is a simple process that can help preserve their natural beauty and durability. By following these tips, you can ensure that your coconut tableware remains in great condition for years to come. Remember to rinse with mild soap, avoid abrasive cleaners, and periodically apply coconut oil to keep them looking their best. With proper care, your coconut bowls and glasses will continue to bring a touch of natural elegance to your table settings.

[otomeisekajunkie]

We've seen many concepts played out:

manhwas where the FL can find Korean ingredients and make Korean dishes (Cooking Wizard, Divorcing my Tyrant Husband, Lady Chef Royale)

focused on bathing (Shall we bathe, duke?)

different kinds of teas from the East (Duchess' 50 tea recipes)

perfumes (The tyrant's only perfumer)

one with access to a smartphone (Iris the Lady and her Smartphone)

fashion (not-sew-wicked stepmother)

weight loss (I woke up as an ugly duckling, The Lady's Law of Survival, The Beau and the Beast, How to Diet as a Lady)

cafes (Isn't being a villainess much better?)

stationary shop (Please Don't Come To The Villainess' Stationery Store)

I haven't seen one where the FL has a 10 step skin care routine. Or a detailed hair care routine, with scalp oiling, shampooing, conditioning, hair masks, etc.

[repulsedrook]

A marker pen, fine liner, marking pen, felt-tip pen, felt pen, flow marker, sign pen (in South Korea), vivid (in New Zealand), flomaster (in Russia), texta (in Australia), sketch pen (in South Asia), koki (in South Africa) or simply marker is a pen which has its own ink source and a tip made of porous, pressed fibers such as felt. A marker pen consists of a container (glass, aluminum or plastic) and a core of an absorbent material that holds the ink. The upper part of the marker contains the nib that was made in earlier times of a hard felt material, and a cap to prevent the marker from drying out.

Until the early 1990s, the most common solvents that were used for the ink in permanent markers were toluene and xylene. These two substances are both harmful and characterized by a very strong smell. Today, the ink is usually made on the basis of alcohols (e.g. 1-Propanol, 1-butanol, diacetone alcohol and cresols).

Markers may be waterproof, dry-erase, wet-erase (e.g. transparency markers), or permanent.

History Lee Newman patented a felt-tipped marking pen in 1910. In 1926, Benjamin Paskach patented a "fountain paintbrush", as he called it, which consisted of a sponge-tipped handle containing various paint colors. Markers of this sort began to be popularized with the sale of Sidney Rosenthal's Magic Marker (1953), which consisted of a glass tube of ink with a felt wick. By 1958, use of felt-tipped markers was commonplace for a variety of applications such as lettering, labeling, and creating posters. The year 1962 brought the development of the modern fiber-tipped pen (in contrast to the marker, which generally has a thicker point) by Yukio Horie of the Tokyo Stationery Company (which later became Pentel). In 1993 the Copic Sketch markers were released, popularising markers for professional illustration.

Parts The marker reservoir, which holds the ink, is formed from polyester. The "felt" used for the tip is usually made of highly compressed synthetic fibers or porous ceramics. Toluol and xylol were used as solvents for the dye and are still used for the indelible ink in permanent markers. Due to their toxicity, they have often been replaced with less critical substances such as alkyl or cyclic alkylene carbonates (like propylene carbonate) in other types of markers. Water content of the ink can be up to 10%. Besides solvents and the dye itself, the ink may contain additives (e.g. nonylphenylpolyglycol ether, alkylpoly-glycol ether, fatty acid polyglycol ester, or fatty alcohol ethoxalates) and preservatives (e.g. 2-Phenylphenol and its sodium salt, 6-acetoxy-2,4-dimethyl-m-dioxane).

Thanks anon, I can't tell if this was meant as a joke, but joke's on you i read Wikipedia pages for fun

[miraclerizuin]

Book asks: 2, 11 (give me like the top 3 or something), 20, 32, 37

2. What is the worst book you have ever read?

El Quijote broke into my house, stole my dog, stabbed me in the face, and left the door open and let a bunch of mosquitoes in.

11. What book do you want to read but haven't?

My coworker assigned Station Eternity for her SFF book club and I am SO JEALOUS. I want to read that.

I am excited for when the stars align and permit me to read The Wicked King.

And a couple 2024 releases I'm looking forward to: Dear Wendy by Ann Zhao & Most Ardently by Gabe Cole Novoa!

20. What is your go-to bookmark?

I have many bookmarks including some made from rainbow pattern stationery, a set of spn fanart x florence and the machine lyric bookmarks by the marvelous @-wondersmith, and a peanuts comic printed on cardstock that I got at the snoopy museum. I frequently misplace these so I usually wind up using whatever is on hand, including my phone, my keys, my laptop, my jacket, and other books.

32. What is the first book you remember reading?

Aladdin Action Words

37. Do you always finish a book even if it's bad?

Buddy, I don't even finish books that aren't bad

book asks!