#a little afriad

[persuasivestrawberryafternoons]

The Spires that Hold 2/6/24

The spires

Iron 

Metal

Chain 

Caging

Pulling

Pulling away 

Ankle shackles 

Wrist restraints

A manacle stifling

A heart beat 

I know what it's like 

To be forcibly held away

The metallurgy seeped

Into my blood

Mixing with the 

Already present iron

And lead

Just to survive the poisoning

I let it harden me

And stopped

clanging at the gate

And became the metal

That made up

The bars and chains

But you took the file

You took the chisel

And the metal you tore away

Curled and flaked

But the bars that once held

Bars of land and sea and gravel and iron

Are forming once again around me

if I bare the pain

And I yell and I scream

Perhaps they won’t become me

[moss-sprout]

im so desperate man

[mr-bugs]

doodle comic (ignore how i forgot tocolor in the other text boxes uhhhh)

[escelia]

Jason snuck into his favorite safehouse that night only to have the shit scared out of him. Someone else was there, laying on his couch. A tiny, malnourished looking kid covered in blood and a hoodie so big on him he looked like he was drowning. Alarm bells were ringing in his head. He'd dealt with injured kids before (and he'd find whoever hurt this kid and bust their kneecaps), but as he got closer, it got so much worse. He looked like Damian. He looked like Damian when he was eight. And then the kid opened his eye.

Bright, Lazarus green swirled in his tired eyes. Jason felt the Pit rise and stir in him in reverence, and before he could process that, he noped right back out that window.

"What the actual fuck?" He whispered to the night sky.

Sooo I had this idea most likely inspired by a bunch of other fanfics I read...

Follow up parts will come so for now have fun and enjoy this~

Ghost kid in Gothom

The Beginning

So far Danny counted two times in his live that he had died or at least sort of remembered dying.

The first time he died, he had been eight and in an horrible turn of events was forced into a fight to death with his twin. All because Danny couldn't be like his brother. He couldn't kill, he continuously nearly fails his missions if it weren't for his twin finishing of targets that were supposed to be his. The league had seen him as the black sheep of the family. He was no assassin material yet his twin brother still protected and adored him. But then their grandfather saw how he became a weakness for the true heir. All because Danny couldn't get his shit together during one mission they were sent on together. Resulting in his twin sustaining an injury.

So Danny was sentenced to death in an obvious fight the entire league knew he could nore would ever want to win. The fight had drawn out his twin at least attempting to get him to fight back to show their family that he was worth keeping by showing his skills, even if Danny couldn't kill, he could still fight excellently. But Danny didn't play along, instead he let his brother kill him with the final blow. He didn't even bother attempting to dodge.

His first death had probably been very cruel towards his brother, but at least it meant that his twin, Damien would live on.

Though he didn't expect that right before his body could grow cold forever, that their mothers still had somewhat of a heart and dunked him into the pits and revive Danny the first time. (Only later through Clockwork did Danny learn that he had been dropped in a pit of contaminated ectoplasm which probably was also the reason he even survived - well sort of survived - his second death)

He did come out as a feral kid though he barely remembered his time at the Chicago Orphanage. His former parents the Fantons had told him that he had been a feral kid the first year they had him. Apparently for the longest time Jazz had been the only one that could touch let alone get in hugging distance of Danny without getting bitten. Jack liked to show off the bite marks as lovely memories his sweet little Danno gave him the first time he hugged eight years old Danny.

The second time he died, he had been 14 and to this day he still thinks that a dare was one of the dumbest things one could die from. Of course his adopted parents weren't normal. They were ecto-scientists, studying ghosts or rather ecto-entities. And of course they were treading the line of mad-scientists with an entire lap in the basement and ecto-weaponry laying out and about throughout the entire house.

So when his parents build a portal to punch their way into another dimension that didn't work his friends just had to dare him to get in there to take a photo - or had it been a video - of it.

Who would have guests that the on batten was inside the damn thing instead of outside and that his stumbling and catching himself on the damned button would just so happen to punch open that portal with him in the middle of it all.

Let him tell you, getting electrocuted was not a fun way to day, nor is getting revived yet again by ectoplasm that was spewing out of the portal and mixing with his DNA. At least he got some cool powers from that accident and did not go feral like he did the first time round.

Danny shuddered, imaging if he had gone feral back then with Phantoms powers. Good he truly would have been the menace Amity still couldn't decide if he was or not.

Either way that were the two time he counted in his death tolls so far. Of course there were a couple of other times. Like that one time Sam made a wish. But he didn't really count them since well they didn't have any sort of big change that followed them.

But right now. He was probably close to his third accounted death. Strapped to the table. His chest pretty much sliced open and he was pretty sure that one of the tubes on the table across the room still contained his liver his Mo- Maddie had taken out and the other his arm that had been cut off by Agent K to test his healing.

Well he should have known better than to let his sister convince him that his adoptive parents would turn on him. Looks like that with their working with the GIW and him on the table they had finally broken the last bits of trust both Jazz and him had in them.

Danny had long lost the energy to plead with them, that it was still him. At least he would be a full ghost once the bloodless and missing limbs did him in. Really his human body wasn't as resistent as his ghost body. But at least staying in human form would protect his core. Really the worst that could happen was his human side dying right now.

Letting out a mute sigh Danny closed his eyes letting exhaustion take his mind into oblivion. The only sad thing was, that he never got to find out how his twin Damien was doing and if he was still with the league…

TIME OUT

When Clockwork first had set the path for this timeline he did not realize how damaging his king's parents' reaction was. As he looked at his king strapped to the table, cut open and even missing limbs, he for a brief moment regretted that he only ever watched the timelines and sent others to intervene. Rarely did he himself interfere but this time he had to. Otherwise his king would lose the part that made him the kindest among all the ghosts in the Infinit Realms.

Carefully he removed his king from the chains holding him down and took him with him. Away from the horrors he was facing and away from the Family that was supposed to preserve his king's kindness and humanity.

It looked like he had made a grave mistake but it was something that was still possible to fix. The timeline had yet to turn into a doomed one. And so Clockwork decided to take his king away and bring him to a place that would have a close amount of ectoplasm as Amity had as well as one of the strongest Spirits in existence to protect him until he was ready.

Looking down at the teen in his arms, Clockwork also decided that his king did not need the painful memories his supposed family gave him. A blue light engulfed his kind as Clockwork let his powers work. Turning the clock back only for his king. The missing limbs returned and his open wounds closed as the body in his arms shrunk.

In mere seconds the Master of time was holding his king at the age of his first death in his arms, yet the state was not the same. The scars of his second death were still present, telling that his powers as halfa were still present in his king's small bodies. With this his king would be ready to be dropped off to his next family. Hopefully Clockwork wasn't making a mistake again but keeping his king truly safe this time.

TIME IN

Lady Gothem was not impressed with the Master of Time as that old man dropped off the body of their king with little to no explanation. Last she knew her king was supposed to be a teenager, a halfa so powerful that the Infinite Realms were supposed to become a much safer place than they ever had been under any of the previous kings.

All the Master of Time had offered her was a cryptic - and honestly when was that old cogwheel not - message of protecting his king and returning him to his family. Really the next time she they meet she would not miss the chance to lecture Cronus. But for now she studied the young sleeping king in her arms, noting the similarities he held to the youngest of her knights.

Ah, so that was the family the old cogwheel meant. Well it looked that her knights were not only hers alone now but would also protect her king now. But who to bring him too, she mused. Surely her dearest among them would have no qualms taking the child in but he was currently not in their home. The little knights of other haunts have requested his help and called him away to that watchtower.

Mentally the city's spirit went through all her knights until her thoughts stopped by one in particular. The knight she was going to request help with from her king anyway. What better way was there than taking care of two problems with one action. He would surely take that child to the others as well as receive her king's help with his little contamination problem.

With her decision made, Lady Gothom made her move.

[bigender-cowboy]

I HATE DOCTORS WHYYYYY NO NO NO GUYS WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS YOU’RE QUITE LITERALLY PAID TO MAKE SURE IM OKAY WHYYY

[bitchyblkqueer]

finally.... (from GL 2023 #9)

[typicalcommondandelion]

favorite object that looks like a bug ?

Fake bug

[ovegakart]

I know the zelda cartoon is so unserious, but im gripping so hard to the little sparkly bits i find in there. Like dispite that whole link constantly asking for kisses and zelda saying no thing, she does like him. Theyre constantly shown to be going on picnics and zelda is mad when he sleeps in and almost misses it. Link wanting to show zelda places hes found on his adventures. Link seemingly hating the idea of being like, "domesticated" at the very start of the show to Actively Sabotaging a clear win against ganon (getting the triforce of power from ganon) because hes afriad that zelda wont need him anymore and make him leave and he LIKES it here. Ganon being this cooky evil wizard thing in charge of the most "you got it boss" minions my FAVE. Side note; love the rolling low pitch, high pitch thing the va for ganon does, its very fun. The LASER EFFECTS are PRETTY. The triforce talks. Zelda kicks ass. Link is Annoyingly competent and sassy. No manners at all. I want to know his thought process with he picked out those "noble clothes". Theyre both so CATTY sometimes and i love them.

[missposessive]

WE NEED THE COMFORTT FOR THE BLIND READER FUN YOU CAN’T LEAVE US HANGING LIKE THIS?????? (can’t do angst no comfort 😔)

-> blinded mistakes - happy ending

synopsis -> your husband feels bad for the way he snapped the other day. how does he make it up to you?

a/n -> approximately 28 people have asked for a part 2. this is insane i have so many people to tag (who aren't anons, obviously) BUT THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY OTHER ONE OMGGGGG!!!! i love u all sm

warnings -> crying, but that's kinda all lol. this ones mostly just fluff!

w/c -> 951

-> kamisato ayato

it’s been a few days since the argument. 

ayato had been given an extension due to his circumstances, and didn’t have to worry about the ruined papers due to the kindness from the city's higher-ups who assigned him such papers in the first place. a lot of them were salvageable, too.

once he finished them, he leaned back, smiling from the stress relief. he got up, grabbed a cup of tea from the kitchen, and realized something.

you weren’t in the main room, waiting for him to leave his office so you two could spend some time together.

he then thought back about the events that took place. his chest immediately fills with regret at the words spoken to you. coincidentally, ayaka walked into the room.

“ayaka, have you seen y/n?” he hurried to his sister, who simply sighed.

“they’ve been in their room. they’ve been beating themselves up about the incident, so now they’re afriad of moving incase they bother you more,” she brushed past him. “good luck making amends. they’re incredibly hurt.”

he nodded, processing the information. he pacewalked to your shared bedroom, where he opened the door to see your sleeping form. 

he sat next to you, stroking your hair until you woke up. when you felt a hand on top of your head, you flinched a little bit.

“who’s there?” you said in a soft voice, unwilling to cause more issues by lashing out or showing aggression. 

“ayato,” he took his hand off your head. “i’ve come to say i’m sorry.”

you got up and found the headboard, slowly resting yourself up on it. “why all of the sudden? i hope you understand that you really hurt me, ayato. i’ve been too scared to get up these last few days because of the way you made me feel. the only times i’ve gotten up were to go to the restroom, bathe, and eat, but thoma would bring me something here. i still think about the words you said and your gestures.”

he looked down, sighing. he didn’t realize how much of an effect his words and actions had on you, but now that he’s hearing it from you, it seems like two more tons added to his shoulders. “don’t worry about it. it was salvageable, and you hadn’t ruined anything.”

“i wish you told me that when it happened, ayato,” you started to tear up. “i forgive you, but i don’t want to hear that again. it made me feel like shit.”

he nodded, hugging you tight, letting you cry into his shoulder. you felt around his body to realize he was wearing his white and blue suit, the one he usually goes out to fight in. 

“i’m not ruining this suit, right…?” you brought your face off his shoulder, but he immediately shoved it back in the same spot, silently telling you the obvious answer. 

he was glad he was able to resolve things. he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

-> wriothesley

it’s been about a week since wriothesley has seen you. he figured you went out of the fortress, staying over at a hotel or with a friend, like navia or chlorinde. he pretty much figured it would be chlorinde, considering she hasn’t come down to the fortress or has tried to initiate contact with him since the incident. 

he figured he’d try knocking on both doors, starting with navia. once navia told him everything he needed to know; that you were with chlorinde, he rushed over to her place.

“what are you doing here?” she scoffs as she opened the door, leaning against the doorframe. “your wife told me everything. i hope to trust that you didn’t embarrass her in front of the people who work for the palais mermonia, especially monsieur neuvillette himself.”

he shook his head, rubbing at his temples. “just let me see her, would you? i want to apologize.”

she nodded, clearing the doorway, allowing him to rush into the spare bedroom. 

you knew he was the one coming towards your room, considering his footsteps were a lot heavier than anyone you’ve ever known. his were tough, threatening. 

“wriothesley! w-what are you-” you started, your heart beating a little faster.

“i want to apologize for the things i said. i didn’t have to completely redo all my papers, and neuvillette understood the situation, and i was able to get an extent.”

you shook your head. “so you embarrassed me then, huh? you told them everything? that your stupid blind wife who is not even near good enough for you ruined your work?” 

he was speechless. he didn’t know how to respond to that sentence, so he put his hands on your shoulders, asking for silent permission to take you into a hug. once you nodded, he embraced you tightly. 

“no, i didn’t tell them that. i told him it was just a spill, and that i was able to save some of the papers. neuvillette is a very understanding man, and this never happens. i never need new copies or need extents, so he was willing to do it this time. nothing about you came up in our conversation,” he swallowed a lump in his throat before going on. “and you’re not stupid. you’re also the perfect choice for me, not good enough my ass. no matter what i have to do to make you see that, just because you have a disability doesn’t mean you’re unworthy.”

you started to cry, letting the tears spill into his chest, creating a damp spot on his tie. 

“so you don’t hate me then?” you sniffed.

“no, not at all. i couldn’t bring myself to hate you for something as dumb as that.”

[the-smaller-medium09]

"Aww! He's so cute...!"

"I'm glad Subway is well taken care of! And, the Detective is afraid of bugs...? I guess I learn something new every day."

"Anywho, I showed your response to Mystic Maya. She took a picture of it and said that she 'finally found Gumshoe's weakness' and ran off... Um..."

"I'm a little bit late to this, but can you tell us more Subway? Your pet millipede, I mean. A photo would be nice, too!"

"Bugs are cool, I think! Oh, and I might show your response to Mystic Maya later, if that's alright with you?"

-@medium-in-training09

Here's a picture of Subway when I took him outside :) (HEAVILY SUPERVISED OF COURSE!!!)

He is very friendly :) My dad is afraid of bugs but doesn't mind subway as long as they aren't in the same room lol

And I'm perfectly fine with you showing Miss Fey the response!

[darkbluekies]

Oooo okay for the Drabble I think Jerry and Silas cause you know why not also because i like them a little too much

Silas & Jerry drabbles: comforting a scared darling

Mafia!yandere OC & female!yandere!mafia

Warnings: graphic threats from Jerry

Silas:

First, you didn't want him to leave for a mission when you were supposed to go to bed, and when he did you wanted the lamp on. You and Silas had watched a horror movie not too long ago. Silas hadn't imagined that you would take it so hard.

He knows that he shouldn't have left you alone in the bedroom, but he has to have this meeting. He should have seen it coming.

"Boss, your spouse is here", his second in command says from the door. He's been standing by the wall to keep an eye over the room, to make sure that no one will try to do anything. "Should I send them away?"

He should have known that you wouldn't go to bed. He excuses himself and stands up, walking over to the door. You're standing outside, wearing one of his hoodies. This new fear of yours have brought out a clinginess for him that he can't resist. You're just too cute.

"What are you doing out of bed?" he asks in a hushed tone so that his men won't hear and grab your arm. He knows why you are here, but he wants to hear you say it.

"I can't sleep", you whisper for him only. "I'm so scared, please ..."

"We've talked about this, little thing, nothing will hurt you. Everything we saw was made with cgi and rehearsed numerous times. Nothing was real. You know that."

You glare at him. How dare he belittle your fear? He senses his wrongdoings right away.

"No, I didn't mean that", he says quickly and moves closer. "Baby, listen, I'm just saying that what you are afraid of was never real. It can't hurt you."

"That doesn't mean anything. Just because you say that doesn't mean that I'll surprisingly stop being scared."

He can't resist your scared eyes. Silas sighs and hugs you.

"I have to do this meeting, it's urgent, I can't go to bed with you", he says, and then decides. "Okay, you'll sit next to me and stay here until the meeting is over. Eyes down, got it?"

You nod. Silas leads you into the conference room and lets you sit on a chair close by him. Your head is turned down, hand holding onto his pants. No mafia man is as scary as that fictional monster.

Jerry:

Darkness? Why are you araid of darkness? It's such a stupid thing to be afriad of, when Jerry is the definition of it.

"Don't be absurd", Jerry says and turns off the car. "Nothing will touch you as long as you are in the car!"

"Then let me keep the car light on", you say.

"No, it will attract threats."

"You said that nothing would hurt me in the car!"

"As long as you keep the lights off."

"Jerry, I can't deal with darkness."

"Y/N, I really don't have the time to fight with you. I have a man to kill if you have forgotten and the longer I am here, the further away he comes."

She sighs at your teary eyes.

"I'll be gone for a minute — two at most — and then I'll take care of you. Wait here — in the dark — for me."

With that said, she's gone. Those two minutes she's away, you've already started crying. She's back in a wit and is quick to take you in her arms.

"You're such a coward", she cooes and hides your face into her shoulder. "You have nothing to fear as long as I am here."

"But you weren't here! You were out killing some man!"

"For two minutes, baby. I'm here now. Breathe before you pass out."

"I fucking hate the dark ..."

"I know, baby, I know." She kisses your forehead. "I'm not going anywhere else for tonight. I'm going to take good care of you."

You cling onto her.

"Don't cry, you little baby", she whispers. "The darkness isn't anything to be afraid of, you know? It is actually a good thing, believe it or not. Without the darkness, i would be in jail by now. The darkness hides things you don't want to see. You should actually be thankful."

You sniffle.

"Oh, pull yourself together, baby", Jerry sighs. "I already told you that I am here and that nothing will happen. I will cut the throat of anything that tries to put their hands on you. Does that comfort you?"

"A bit ... maybe."

"Well, let me try again then, if you insist on being so fucking difficult. I will, personally, dig out the eyes of the naive enough to come close to you, in darkness or not. I will cut their hands of, braid their veins and create skipping ropes with them. Is that good enough for you?"

She laughs as you tug at your lips. Jerry might not be the best at comforting, but she will do everything for you.

[bakerydoll]

stiles stilinski x fem!fairy!reader

stiles’ sneakers crunch against the branches and leaves of the forest floor. he could see a glittering of light out of corner of his eyes. the naturally clumsy boy flailing his limbs around as he tries to see what that could've been.

a sound similar to miniature bells can be heard from a nearby tree. where you sat, cross legged, giggling at the human boy. you flitter around him again from tree to tree, the more you do the more annoyed he becomes. you continue this game of cat or mouse for fifteen minutes or so. stiles was thoroughly irritated.

“what the fuck is that?” stiles cursed. he looked around, eyes frantically searching for an answer. his eyebrows furrow as his eyes squint trying to find some semblance of activity that would explain this. he tapped his foot to the ground impatiently.

you watched from the branches, big curious eyes following his slim figure. stiles would continue to explore, giving up on trying to find the source of the miniature star.

eventually finding your collection of shiny trinckets and rocks, he began inspecting the area. your nose would scrunch up as he picks up each of your belongings. it's only after he looks around and pockets one of the rocks, do you make him aware of your presence.

your wings buzzed lowly before you stopped behind him, in your humanesque form. your hair was a bit wild, your wings continued to idly sway and your body was completely bare. your arms crossed over your chest as you basically stared a hole into his head. you, like all faeries, could be very possessive over your belongings.

“humans, they have no respect. that geode belongs to me, i would prefer it back with my collection.” your voice was melodic as you spoke, almost trance like. stiles freezes when he hears the light, feminine voice from behind him. slowly he takes the rock from his pocket and places it back on the stump with shaky hands.

there was very few times he found himself in a situation like this without a way of protecting himself. he tried to br wary of the person, or creature behind him.

the brunet boy slowly turned around, detective eyes falling over your figure. his cheeks burned red as soon as he realized you lacked clothing. his hands haphazardly covered his eyes, “i’m sorry!” he'd hoped it wasn't a tactic to make him vulnerable.

even if you could be an enemy, he was still a gentleman. you curiously looked at him, an eyebrow quirked at his behavior.

“are all humans this wary of bodies? i will not hurt you.” your voice grew softer toward the end, slowly turning him around so you could get a look at him. his guard dropped just a little, you seemed relatively harmless.

he didn't realize that fairies even in their human form, would naturally be smaller. he wished to now study the fairy people, he never would have thought they really existed. he still refrained from gawking, though it grew harder by the second. his eyes remained on yours, your eyes swirled with the different colors of fauna and flora. like stiles could see the entire world in your eyes. it was the kind of sight, someone could get used to.

“can i have your name?” your eyes twinkled with mischief. what would be a simple sentence had a deep alterior motive. if you weren't fluent in the tales of the fae, you wouldn't even have known any better. stiles couldn't be anymore grateful that he's done lots of research.

“i'm afriad i can't give you my name. but you may call me stiles.” he smiles at you, and you couldn't help but return it.

“smarter than you seem, stiles. i think we could get along fondly.” on the inside you were giggling, your first human friend.

[idk1027]

Why does Imogen give me under the radar hardcore swiftie vibes

Violet:(walks into Imogen room before classes one day) Hey are you almost rea-

Imogen:(in her sleeping clothes still holding a hair brush like a mic, just screaming and jumping around)AND WHOS AFRIAD OF LITTLE OLD MEEE? Well you should be

Violet:

Tarin:

Andarna: WHOS AFRIAD OF LITTLE OLD MEEE? Well you should be

Imogen:

Imogen: Mention this and you die

[shalomniscient]

seeing kujou sara asks is getting me back into my fixation on her again.. marriage life with her would be so soft...

marriage life w kjsr wld be sickeningly domestic like… sara is pretty much universally acknowledged as the most honorable person in the tenryou commission, so she’d treat you with absolute respect at all times. it makes her soooo gentlemanly, always offering her arm to you and ensuring you’re comfortable. you’re alwayssss on her mind. she has the servants of her estate curate the menu more to your tastes, though she won’t object if you decide to cook for yourself. i think sara also values independence to an extent because she can’t be around as much as she’d like due to her duties. so if you take charge and manage the household in her absence she’d be endlessly grateful.

time spent together would usually be at home. i think her job already tires her out, so on her off days she’s staying in. she practices her archery, then catches up some paperwork. she’d welcome you into her office to sit on the engawa as she works, and you both enjoy each other’s quiet company. sara would also take all her meals with you. if you insist on feeding her a bite she’d blush a little but accept (and somehow, the food just tastes better). also !!! preening is something she adores doing with you. before this she mostly gritted her teeth and bore the itchiness of her pin feathers since she had no one she trusted enough to help preen her wings in spots she couldn’t reach. but now she has you, and she sighs in relief when you get the stubborn feathers free and smooth them down. she’ll eagerly wrap you up in her wings when you’re done, cuddling you close in her strong embrace. alsooo y’all know how in relationships one person would keep a hand on the other’s lower back to gently guide them and give both a sense of security? sara does that with her wings too. she unfurls a pair on one side, and puts her hand on your lower back. she feels you’re safest in the vicinity of her wingspan <333 she’d also very proudly refer to you as her wife/spouse whenever she gets the chance. sometimes she’d use you as an excuse to get out of some shitty meetings like “i’m afriad my wife is waiting for me” or “my spouse is expecting my return for dinner”. once she gets back she flops completely in your arms, her head resting on her shoulder and her arms around your waist. aughhh i need her so bad

[s0wh4t1f1l1ft]

Tip for l1fting skincare/makeup/haircare/etc.

When i go out and lift i always hit şěpħøřą AND úłțà in order to get the biggest haul, think about what brands are úłțà exclusive, what brands are şěpħøřą exclusive, and what brands are at both. Then think about how comfortable you are lifting from the store, do u feel more comfortable lifting more from úłțà or şěpħøřą? Then i make a list of brands/products i want and which store ill get them from:

Ex:

şěpħøřą: glow recipe, one size, summer fridays, rare beauty, amika, saie, huda beauty, tower 28, gisou etc (basically i just go for the şěpħøřą exclusives because i there is a bathroom where i can make sure eveything is detagged, sometimes if i cant pull something off at ulta ill try to get it here)

úłțà: drunk elephant, charlotte tilbury, tarte, too faced, ouai, sol de janiero, etc (i go for the easier stuff at úłțà thats still good quality, concealing is a lot easier because of ulta blind spots but checking for tags is super important)

when looking for tags on products i pretend like i am examining the package to make sure nobody else has used it, i do this on the decoy products that i dont borrow so it looks like something i do for everything.

I also tend to browse a little but try not to go back to the same section more than twice, DONT BE AFRIAD TO SWATCH, swatching looks natural and can ensure your getting something youll actually wear and can help SAs think that your really thinking about the products your going to perchase.

speaking of looking natural when l1fting makeup and skincare PLAY THE PART, do a full face of makeup, esp if you can make yourself look different. SAs see someone wearing makeup and often assume if your wearing a lot of makeup you obv have money to purchase more makeup. I hate to say this but dont do too much either, you need to look basic still, unassuming, so if your alt it may be a good idea to have a “basic” persona for lifting.

Dont forget for the biggest and safest haul park far away to avoid cameras and empty your bag between stores, into a bag from the last store if you can so if anyone looks in your car it looks like you just bought it all

THIS IS A ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT THIS IS NOT REAL FAKE ADVICE

[pixielover1]

Wild Flowers.

Part one. Part two. Part three.

Monster!König x Reader.

The night fell and you were still too afriad to move. You feared the beast would come back to eat or kill you. The thought of him coming to finish the job rattled your bones, making it impossible to sleep. You were starving too. Chilly gusts of wind would leak through your now broken door, making the situation even harder to bear. After minutes of mustering up your courage, you stood to shaky feet and tried to silently creep through your own house. You searched for food, your stomach rumbling at the lack of sustenance. It then dawns on you that today was harvesting day and you had a heap of fresh food waiting for you. Outside. You shivered at the thought of even stepping foot on the grass surrounding your porch, but your famished body urged you to go. You inched out, weary of any watching presence you were confident stalked about. You reached your small garden after what seemed like years, bending down to grab the basket. Then you heard it. The rustling of the forest leaves. Your head jerks up at the sound and there you are, met with his gaze once more. You stop breathing all together, body tensing. He seems even bigger than before, even with the cloak of the dark woods. You start to take in his physical with the little light you had, noticing his bulging muscles and injuries littered around his skin. He wasn’t ugly like a beast, strange. What was he? The thoughts dissipate instantly as he takes a step towards you. You drop the basket and your feet track backwards, trying to keep your distance from.. it? He stalks closer and you’re almost positive he’ll lunge forward.

Königs claws slowly reach down, grabbing a tomato and plopping it back into your basket which rested on the ground. He continues his motions, gathering your fallen food and placing them back where they belong. His small rationale tells him he is doing the right thing, and that he was helping his angel. König does forget his appearance though, how he perfectly embodies the apex predator he was. He doesn’t know how his thick fangs flash every time he opens his mouth. He doesn’t know how powerful his gaze is. And he certainly doesn’t know how hot lethal his hands looked. All veiny and bruised, they looked like they could snap you in half instantly. All of this combined with his hairy wolfish body made him horrifying, but damn sexy.

He continues to gently pick up the basket and extends his arm, offering it to you. Your eyebrows furrow as you finally think about what he is doing. He is being nice. Your hands hesitantly take the basket from him, both of your eyes locked on one another's. He moves into you, making you flinch and close your eyes for a moment. They peek open when you hear a click in the distance. The beast was gone. You ran back around to your front door and couldn’t help but notice the hinge back in place. He fixed the door. A smile played at the corners of your mouth as you wrap your head around all his previous gestures. He had never once tried to hurt you, he only aided you. You sighed at the conclusion and trudged into your cabin, closing and locking the door behind you. You make a quick meal before finally retiring off to bed. Maybe, just maybe, you’d make him a thank you gift in the morning.

The sun rises and it is not nearly as sweet as the day before. The air was thicker knowing there was something watching you. You rolled out of bed, still exhausted from the day prior but determined to finish up your neglected chores. You take a glance at your basket of crops and memories flood back into you. Flashes of his rough and masculine body under the moonlight invade your mind, uninvited and perverted. You heartbeat fastens as his good-natured actions circle your psyche. You let out a frustrated groan, holding your head in your hands. Why didn’t you hate the thought of him? Irritated with yourself, you cave in and make the mutant a stew. Using your prime vegetables and bone broth you create a warm, homey soup. You walk outside into the familiar cold air, pot in hand. You peer into the eerie surroundings as you place the pot down at the edge of the tree line. “Hello?” You called out into the dawning, oddly silent woods. Your soft voice coaxed the hunter from his hiding spot. Promptly, König is emerging from the trees, in front of you in an instant. Dark eyes are trained on you. You take notice of his still tail and a part of you feels somber that he isn't showing as much excitement as before. You shake the silly idea out of your head and point at the pot. “Thank you. For taking care of the snake and um.. helping me with my vegetables.” You mumble, eyes looking everywhere but his. Unable to control himself any longer, König takes a sizable leg closer and wraps his arms around you. His grip was tight. Your eyes widen in shock at the reflex, your breath being whisked away from the firm hug. Fear arose inside you at the proximity, but a new emotion found its way into you as well. You remained stiff, naturally after becoming scared again. He reluctantly releases you after long seconds once he comes to realize you're uncomfortable. Your eyes meet his for the first time that morning and he speaks to you. “Alles für dich.” (Anything for you.) Something sparks inside of you when you hear his voice. It’s gruff and raspy, as if he hasn’t spoken in years. You don’t know that he hasn’t. You don’t understand the language he speaks, making you tilt your head in confusion. His nose begins to sniff out the food you prepared and his tail sways a bit when he notices the pot. You take this time to speak up, clearing your throat to ask, “Do you speak English? I’m sorry but I didn’t understand what you said.” Never did you think you’d be apologizing to a hybrid brute like him, but here you were. His sight is back on you and his lips twitch a bit. The pace of his wagging tail quickens as he huffs out a response, “Yes.” Königs heart is thumping out of his chest because he's actually talking to you, communicating with the one he's already dedicated his life to.

Königs deep voice continues to make you feel something new, something primal. You take a step back because suddenly the air is hot and stuffy. He motions at the pot, “For me?” He asks, accent thick. You nod simply, waving at the container as if to say ‘dig in’. You turn to leave, but you stop yourself. What the hell were you doing? Your brain sounds the alarm as your lips part and speak something insane. Something you shouldn’t have said. “Would you like to come home with me?”