#and getting *used* to the idea of eating raw fish was. an adjustment

[discordiansamba]

the contrast between half-dragon zuko (still omnivorous) vs merman zuko (obligate carnivore) is so funny to me. local half-dragon balks at the idea of eating his food raw (and it would make him sick anyways) but merman zuko doesn't bat an eye at it. you can't cook things in the ocean. there's too much water in there.

[feligayzed]

YEAH IM HERE AGAIN ABOUT TO ASK ABOUT YOUR FUNNY FISH MAN AU YEAH THATS RIGHT

Okay okay, so we've seen you absolutely are a firm believer in Animal sounds and behaviors Sebastian right?

Now it makes me curious.. do you think some of these habits he ever accidentally carried over into being back to his mostly human daily life? Whether is be some sounds, old behavior he just didn't scrap, or otherwise; any of them that might've stuck with him?

🥹🥹🥹 I'M SHAKING I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK

Oh they absolutely do ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ very much so. Wayyy back I was supposed to draw up some scenarios about this specific thing in mind but uh. Oopsie *executive dysfunction blast*

Being a Creature for over a decade comes with its quirks, many of which are not easy to shake...not that he'd even care to try to, tbh. Old habits die hard and he's just tired, man, he couldn't be bothered to rein it in to appeal to the public anymore— this is as good as it's gonna get and if you have a problem you can take it up with the wall

That being said, let's talk about em!! The most obvious is his lil ear fin thingies; they still very much respond to emotion and he's actually become quite reliant on them for nonverbal communication. As a matter of fact, he didn't realize just HOW much he relied on it until after his big ole tail disappeared and he remembered rather quickly that humans have extremely limited variations of social cues (no this isn't an autism moment what pfft.....totally)

Smiling was also an adjustment he had to acclimate himself to. He couldn't recall when baring his teeth became a sign of aggression/fear to him, but the discomfort other (well-meaning) people brought him was realized very early on. On that note, he tends to get snarly when troubled or anxious, so. A good chunk of the time LOL. A small inconvenience happens and his lip is twitching

AS FOR NOISES his vocal chords were pretty much returned back to normal, so physically he isn't capable of a lot of the ones he used to be able to do, but that doesn't mean he won't give it his best shot. Unconsciously. He never tries to purposefully recreate any of the sounds because he just assumed they would make themselves known whether he liked it or not LMAO (it would be because. Embarrassing. But he bid farewell to his dignity a LONG time ago and now he's just resigned). Like if he stubbed his toe or some shit he would hiss from deep in his chest, and that's about the extent of his current range ���� now me personally I like to think that he can purr still but it is a Deep Dark Secret the likes of which are career-ending

And now misc thangs 🕺

he was weird about food for quite a while, and it took a lot of work with Pai to get over it. This kinda looked like: refusing to eat anywhere other than his room, refusing to go out for dinner, staring long and hard at the raw meats section in the supermarket and consequently making the butcher uncomfortable. You get the idea

He'll instinctively reach for his non-existent lure when he enters a dark room, effectively grabbing at nothing

Avoided bodies of water at all costs for a hot minute. Took to washing his hair in the sink while he begrudgingly worked through some things with his lovely spouse whom he is so grateful for

His bed? Nest. Painter? Making it every morning without fail

He doesn't have to worry about shedding anymore but the Trauma of the experience was so great, he is thoroughly lotioned

[softquietsteadylove]

My request is quite suspense and it has 3 parts. Can you write about Thena settling and adjusting to Gil's house, just them together at peace. Them going to the market, Thena doing unusual things like eating raw fish that made Gil startled and also the market lady. I could also imagine him bringing her to a library and she loved it there.

Just them being happy and at peace together going through adventures (you can write more). But...end it with Gil having to ask Thena to stay for a while, and then Thena saw a man giving a paper to every person he had passed, he gave her a piece of that mysterious paper too, and left. She tried to understand what was written into it but all she understood is the word 'Treasure'. When Gil cameback, he just saw Thena examining a paper. He gently took it away from her hand despite the panic he's feeling, he crumpled and thrown it away. He held her to rush home. The paper has announcement in it with a reward, Kro is haunting the person that stole the treasure he caught. (He calls the mermaid he caught which happens to be Thena as 'treasure').

Thena eyed the fresh fish laid out for sale. She had been tempted to take a bite of one earlier but Gil had quickly snatched it away from her before she could. She knew that humans would sometimes eat raw fish, but apparently that required more preparation.

He was jumpy about them being out of the house and on the mainland, but he needed supplies, and by his own reasoning, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to get her more used to humans.

She moved away from the fishmongering stall to another. Gil was talking with someone he had known for quite some time, and she didn't want to deny him the time to socialise. He was already cooped up on the island with her enough.

"Hello there, dear."

Thena smiled - remembering to keep her lips closed over her fangs - at the woman to her right. She had a stall of fruit, all vibrantly coloured and fragrant. "Hello."

"I haven't seen you here before," the older woman said gently from her seat of a few fish crates stacked up.

Thena looked back at Gil and clasped her hands together. "I'm...here with someone."

"Ah," the woman nodded her understanding, able to follow Thena's eyes back to Gil as if the line were drawn through the air. "There were rumours that Gil had found himself a lady. Never thought I'd see the day."

"Found a lady?" Thena asked, fidgeting with the shawl Gil had given her for 'sunburn', so he said. Why was skin averse to the very thing it needed to live?

"Oh, it's an expression, love," she waved off with a raspy chuckle. "I mean that Gil has never really seemed interested in finding a lady friend before. But I'm glad he's found someone nice for himself."

Ah, she was referring to mates. Humans had a plethora of names for a person who was some form of mate or another. There were varying degrees of matehood. She had heard the word 'girlfriend' applied multiple times, now. "Yes, I'm...a marine biologist. I work at a...remote outpost--usually. I know his sister."

"Oh, what a romantic story," the woman smiled, and Thena smiled again as well. "He is a handsome boy, isn't he?"

Thena wasn't entirely sure what handsome meant, but it seemed positive in this context, and if it was positive, then it applied to Gil. "Yes, I suppose he is."

"You feeling peckish, dear?" the woman finally stood, revealing her even shorter stature once she was on her feet. Thena peered over the stall containers down at her. "I saw you eyeing some of the other stalls."

"Oh," Thena mumbled out. That one in-between word could say quite a lot for humans. She examined the billowing white skirt of the dress she had worn (Gil had insisted she wear something Sersi had brought instead of one of his shirts).

"No, no, it's okay," the sweet little woman assured her. Despite her age and the slow way in which she moved, she was carving up a mango with frightening precision. "It makes you hungry, being here, right?"

"Right," Thena confirmed, watching with a certain amount of fascination as the woman worked. She had only really eaten what Gil made her, and she had never tried fruit before; she already knew she hated plenty of vegetables. But the way the woman was peeling and cutting the fruit so skilfully reminded her of watching Gil de-bone fish.

"Here," the sweet woman handed over the slices of mango in a bag. "A little snack for you."

"Um," Thena looked over at Gil. Things here required a trade, all exclusively done in little coins or paper--and he had them all.

"On the house," the woman laughed, even more so when Thena tilted her head a few times. "I mean it's free, dearie. Consider it a welcome gift to the market--and to get that handsome boyfriend of yours out of the house more often."

Thena blushed faintly; something about the woman's wink and her tone and the way she flicked her eyes over to Gil made Thena's chest feel funny. She nodded, "thank you."

"Thena!" Gil called out as he jogged over to them, his shining new toolbox fully stocked with all the specialty gear he would need for boats. "Sorry, I lost track of time. You find something?"

The woman waved her bony hand as Gil started clumsily fishing around in his pockets for change. "You stop it, I told her it was on me."

"A-Are you sure?"

"First timer's discount," the woman gave them a somewhat crooked thumbs up. Thena returned the gesture, having seen it on the box at home. The woman laughed. "Bring your girlfriend around more, Gil!"

Gil blushed much more brightly than Thena did. Well, his blood was a lot warmer than hers. He took her hand in his again, as he had been doing since getting to land, "y-yes, ma'am."

Thena waved to the new friend she had made before slurping back a slice of mango and swallowing it whole. "Hm!"

"Chew your food, Angelfish," Gil reminded her, once again anchored to her side and keeping a watch around them for anyone noticing a little too much about her.

"Gil, this is amazing," Thena beamed. "It goes down like a fish, but it's sweet, like candy!"

Gil chuckled; he had let her try just a few kinds of candy here and there, testing to see if she would even like it. Some she did, some she didn't, but he always remembered what she ended up liking. "Mango is pretty common around here. We can buy some to bring home."

Thena's eyes widened, and Gil nodded to assure her that he was serious. "She was right, I should get you out of the house more often."

"Maybe," he admitted, much to her delight.

"Really, Gil," Thena gave his hand a squeeze, her fingers meshed together with his like the loops of a net. "I think it's good for you to be here and not...what is it you say?"

He sighed, "cooped up?"

"That," Thena rested her head on his arm as they walked. "You seem quite happy here, and your friends have missed you."

"I don't have to come to the market all that often anyway," he argued, although Thena gave his arm a bop with her head (both of her hands otherwise occupied). "I guess you're right; it's nice to get out and see these guys."

Thena looked behind them at the woman getting further away. "I would like to come and visit her again."

Gil took advantage of her position and pressed a kiss to her forehead, "okay, Angelfish. We'll come back soon."

Thena sighed as she leaned against him again. The salty air of the water combined with the sun on her skin and Gil's warmth beside her made all the comforts of home. If she had her tail it would be wagging like a fool.

"Take one, take one!"

Thena tilted her head at the strange man walking through the market, making a ruckus. He was handing out paper to everyone he passed, including those who clearly didn't want it.

"Ma'am!"

Thena frowned at the paper shoved at her. She was going to let it fall, still holding onto her mango, but Gil picked it up, whisking it over to himself. She caught the word 'treasure' zooming by. "What does it say?"

"Hm," he grunted, balling it up and shoving it in his pocket, "just something about a treasure. Some nut job is looking for it."

"Oh," Thena said quietly, curious about Gil's resistance to even let her look at it. He didn't usually keep things from her, but he didn't seem very happy to be handed litter.

"We better get back," he said suddenly, stopping them dead in their tracks and starting to turn to walk them out of the market again. "Before the weather turns."

"O-Okay," Thena blinked, but followed as he more and more urgently started walking back the way they came. She didn't smell any changes in the wind off the water, though. Something had turned his mood on a dime, and it was that paper. Thena leaned over.

"Wh-Thena!" Gil attempted to stop her, but she reached around the back of him and snatched the paper out of his pocket.

She frowned at it; maybe she could see what had gotten him so panicked. It was a reward being offered for a lost 'treasure'; she hadn't quite mastered numbers yet, but it seemed to take up a lot of room, so it was probably of high value. And she recognised a few of the words in the description of such treasure, including 'pale' and 'blonde'. She looked at Gil.

"Come on, Thena," he tugged at her hand again, his worry all over his face, "please."

She tucked herself against him as they scurried out of the market. She was still holding the paper, "it's me, isn't it?"

"Must be." He sounded stressed.

Thena just barely managed to smile and wave at her new friend before they were almost at a jogging pace. She squeezed Gil's hand, "it'll be okay, Gil."

He sighed again, his face knotted up like bleached and broken coral, "will it?"

[egoludes]

the greatest gift of all.

note: so, to be honest with y’all...i have no idea where this came from. i was just minding my business this weekend, @adorecevans​​ and i started talking about one (1) headcanon scenario, and now here we are! this is going to be a v casual series, basically just snippets of dom!chris and sub!reader (in no particular order) building a relationship. future installments will explore the history more, but what you need to know for this one and the series overall: dom!chris meets sub!reader through a dom/sub dating app of sorts and have been engaging each other long distance for a few months. reader has no idea that it’s chris evans for the obvious reasons, and since he doesn’t give a name at all, she addresses him as Sir. i’ll explore all that background more in the future, but for now: i really hope you enjoy!

credits: unsplash for the stock image, and an anon in @honeychicanawrites​​‘s asks one day for the image of cevans calling his lady ‘mama’... i had to do it. 

warnings: masturbation, voyeuristic vibes, intimacy over video call, dom/sub dynamics, long distance / virtual relationships, sex toys, use of title as name (sir).

wc: 2.3k

The thought comes to you on a Sunday afternoon.

You’re on your belly thumbing through texts, legs up and crossed at the ankles with Sir’s newest gift -- a pretty pink slip -- and your laptop beside you. The screen is dark, save for a grey circle with an initial in the center that lets you know he’s there, listening, when you say: “Have you ever tried one of those dildo molds, Sir?”

The initial silence is suffocating, and you worry for a second that the idea - spur of the moment, really - goes too far. You’re just learning each other, after all; still adjusting to the pictures, the calls, the gifts you model for him with pride. 

But then, he speaks, a familiar rasp to the words that makes you clench in your fitting black shorts. The question comes from a place of genuine curiosity, but you’ve riled him up still, which excites you; always does. “That’s what you’re thinking about over there, huh? Feeling me?”

Your body heats, conditioned already to react to that dangerous tone in his voice; but you try to keep your expression reticent when you turn it to your camera. There’s another moment of nothing -- just you watching the lens like it’s him before you. Then, your lips curl, lids narrow, and your voice turns playfully sweet. “Well, when am I not?”

He hisses, a sharp sound that makes you preen, and you can hear him on the other end, adjusting his screen. “Easy, mama,” he growls, earning himself a giggle, “it’s too early for you to be working me up.”

You laugh again, this time with more body before resting your cheek on your palm. Without his video on -- a compromise you’ve grown used to -- you can’t know that he’s actually watching you. But you lean into it all the same, swinging your legs behind you. “But, have you?”

He clicks his tongue, a thoughtful sound, and you imagine what his features must look like, twisted by consideration. “No - I don’t think I know anyone’s who has either.”

You hum, eyes glinting with something that makes him suck in a breath. “I’ve always wondered about it. Not just the process, but just...having one,” you murmur, settling deeper into your pensive stance. There’s a dreaminess to your tone that not even you notice; but he, that ever-mindful man, takes note.

You continue on, none the wiser. 

////

A week later, you come home at the top of rush hour, grateful that you’ve made it so early, but burdened all the same. Stress is a fickle, but poignant thing, and you’re feeling its weight extra today as you make your way up to your apartment. You’re excited for the time to yourself, thinking on what you might make for dinner, when you see it - a small, but noticeable box at the foot of your door.

Immediately, your expression turns, confusion and wariness turning your mouth into a scowl. You don’t remember ordering anything, nor are you expecting something for anyone else. You hope the label will give you a clue about what this could be, but to your chagrin, it has no company - just your address and a generic return location. 

Still, you take it in, setting it on the kitchen counter, where it stays forgotten as you shower, eat, and pour yourself a glass of wine. You’re halfway through the second when the package re-snares your attention from the corner of your eye. You drain the rest of your drink with a gulp, wiping red off the corners of your mouth before you stand, determined, to approach it.

The box is unassuming; plain cardboard with nothing but the barebones label to distinguish it. You lift it again, this time with both hands, to measure it and feel something heavy shift inside. It’s enough to pique your curiosity, and you tear through the packaging until you can see what’s in it.

At the center is another, smaller box made of sleek black velvet. A card is attached with red ribbon, careful lettering penned in dark ink. Even before you fish it out, you can work out the message, but it doesn’t feel real until the note sits in your hand and you’re reading it up close.

For my favorite girl; so you can feel me any time you want.

Sir.

Your eyes dance over the words a few times before their meaning sinks in and you realize it’s a gift from him. Then, you’re practically rabid, tugging out the box out and flipping the lid in one motion.

When you see what’s inside, it’s all you can do not to buckle at the knees. In the middle of the box, set up almost regally on a bed of plushy silk, is a veined, pink dildo. You don’t need to touch it to know that it’s heavy, but that doesn’t stop you from doing it all the same. Your fingers take it by the base first, wrapping firmly above the balls to test the weight. And you moan at it, that delicious thickness as you lift it from the box with both hands. Your palms curve around it, twitching with want, and you realize then that this is what he looks like, what he feels like.

What you would get if he came home to you for real.

The thought is too much to bear. Your breath quickens, fingers dancing deliberately up and over the shaft to size it up. You tell yourself that this is all you need for now ---- you know better than anyone that to use this toy for the first time without him is a test of his patience you’re certain to fail. But, the more you touch, the more you need, and before you can reconsider, you’re on your hands and knees on your couch, panties pressed sloppily to the side as you guide the heft of Sir’s length past your aching entrance.

The impact is immediate. You fall forward with a gasp as every inch stretches you open and by the time it’s fully seated, your face is completely hidden in your couch cushions. The fabric muffles your voice as your hips start to move, a slow, languid grind to make sure everything is felt. 

You get so lost in it, you don’t hear your phone buzzing until it’s almost too late. But, at the nth moment, you recognize the ringtone you’d chosen just for him and, despite the clear risk of answering, you reach for the device, trembling with nerves, excitement, and lust, at the dangerous game you’re about to play. 

When you answer, there’s nothing but darkness from his end and your face in the corner. You’re sitting on your butt now, legs carefully spread and hips angled to keep from jostling the toy inside you. But, it’s hard not to squirm in a situation like this; even more so, when he starts to talk, voice raw from the day. 

“Hi, honey,” he breathes, the endearment -- your favorite -- making your heart swell, “almost thought you were already asleep.”

You shake your head, biting back a knowing smile. “No, Sir… I’m still awake, just...watching tv.”

“Yeah?” He says, something skeptical in the tone. Even without his video on, you can almost feel his gaze burning a hole in your expression. Like he’s inspecting it, picking it apart for clues. He must find one, because he hums lowly; a dip in the sound that makes it sound like he’s smirking. “Only watching tv?”

“Y-Yes, Sir…”

“Okay, okay -- what’re you watching? Is it any good?”

Your eyes flicker towards the television to glean what’s playing, but Sir catches you before you can get a good look. “Nuh uh -- eyes over here.” 

Despite your better judgment, you pout, all but caught now, and the expression makes him laugh. He’d had a number of subs before you -- people who had piqued his sexual interest, but never quite held up to any of his other, more innocent expectations. But you ---- even if he wouldn’t call you something as invested as a lover, your personality makes it hard to be anything but endeared to you. Before he knew it, he was in headlong, calling you for sessions a couple times a week, sending gifts even more than that. You’re fun to just exist with, even in this moment as he’s so deliberately toying with you.

“Can’t be too good if you can’t tell me anything about it without looking, huh?” His voice drops, a dangerous timbre taking it, and you feel your body shake. “So you gonna tell me the truth before you get yourself in more trouble?”

A whimper breaks past parted lips and you bite down a little too late to stifle the sound. “T-The toy,” you whisper, clenching around his cock despite him being hundreds or thousands of miles away. The irony isn’t lost on you - if anything, it’s making your need spike. There’s something so odd, but so enticing about the whole thing. “I couldn’t wait, Sir… your cock just looked so good.”

Sir curses near the phone, so close that you swear you can feel the breath of it on your palm. “Jesus...I knew you’d be hungry for it, but I didn’t think it’d get you this much. Breakin’ our number one rule and everything.” You shift on the couch, free hand reaching to pull out the dildo in anticipation of his punishment. It’s likely to be no orgasms for the night which, as disappointing as that is, seems almost worth it for the pleasure of this weight inside you. Then he speaks again, forcing you to pause in your motion.

“Get on your computer ---- I want to see the way I fit inside you. Then, we can talk about your punishment.”

The minutes between your phone call and the start of the call on your laptop are equal parts tantalizing and tortuous. You’ve only broken this rule once prior and ended up having to watch him fuck his hand through two sloppy orgasms before getting sent to bed without touching yourself even once. So the fact that he seems to be inclined to let you keep the dildo in gives you pause.

But it’s the sort that’s almost intoxicating. Your adrenaline is pumping, thighs slick with want, and by the time you’ve gotten the video up and running, you’ve shed your panties completely, legs wedged open with the camera trained between them as directed.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetie… look at that pussy eating me up.” You whine out for him, walls clenching visibly at his words in a reaction that makes him purr. “That good? Everything you thought it would be?”

You nod in a daze, cock drunk even with your hips still, and Sir shifts on the other end, the telltale clink of an open belt alerting you to how good it feels for him too. You’re in two minds to beg him to see, even if it’s just a view of the waist down, when he beats you to the punch. “Take it out --”

You blink, trying to focus on his words enough to make sense of his command. He can see the confusion in your face and has to try not to laugh. “Take it out,” he repeats, “and sit on it. I want to see you take it properly.”

It’s a scramble after that -- you, shifting and guiding the toy out of you until you’re hovering over the tip of it on your knees. Lidded eyes dance towards your laptop as you still there, body wound tight in anticipation, and like many times before, you hold his gaze through the lens as you sink down, down, down onto the dildo he made for you.

If you thought you were full before, you’re certainly learning your lesson. The change in angle has the cock dizzyingly deep, enough that it punches the air out of your lungs. You can feel the balls against your bare skin, a permanent reminder of how much you’ve taken, and when he calls for you again, adoration in the breathy tones, you can’t help but buzz. 

You love to make him proud of you.

His tone is so tender that you nearly forget you’re in trouble and are about to lift your hips and give him a show when he stops you. “You heard what I said, honey,” he teases when your confused expression returns. “I want you to sit on it. You stay right where you are.”

The urge to beg is potent -- a searing kind of desperation that you’ve never minded indulging with him. But before you can form words in your head, let alone out loud, the dildo comes to life inside you, shaking with such force you cry out from the suddenness. Between being full, and the toy revealing itself to be a vibrator, it’s all too much, so much, and you’re falling back into the couch knees shaking beneath you.

“Now, now, don’t give up on me yet,” Sir coos, a distinct click sounding from his side of the screen and confirming your suspicions when the vibrator turns off right after, “you wanted  to feel me, didn’t you?” He pauses long enough for you to nod, gasping in a breath as your teary eyes dance blindly over the screen you wish you could see him on. There’s another click, then a cry as your body arches in an involuntary jolt.

“Then, be a good girl - show me how well you can handle it.”

[yanderepuck]

from @ravenarld

So I fucking love Sushi so this is gonna be great

It started out with MC missing some of the food back home, like she just gets this huge craving for sushi and Sebastian is like “I can make that work” and Mc is like ????? YOU CAN

Sebastian and Dazai probably do their best to make it happen.  Getting different kinds of fish, getting soy sauce and wasabi.  Dazai also insisted on using only chopsticks too.  They basically decided they are going to have a culture night.  So they even make miso soup I really want miso rn  and sumashi jiru, along with salad and Dazai got the sake.  Sebastian probably even made a modern recipe  with udon noodles.

It was like a taste testing for what the Japanese culture has to offer.  MC didn’t think Sebastian and Dazai would go to these lengths, but the two of them miss the food as well.

Not everyone knew what sushi was, and once it was explained some of them were like “Are you sure its safe to eat?” cause they’ve been told that eating raw food can make you sick.

I straight up have a feeling that Mozart doesn’t even like fish.  But no worries, they also made a bunch of different rolls.

Comte, Leonardo, and Napoleon are like “alright.  I’ll try it.” but when Napoleon goes to pick up a piece of sushi with his fingers Dazai is like “nope.  gotta use these sticks”

And that’s when it gets interesting.  Leonardo was able to get the hang of it quickly.  Comte understood what to do, but was having an issue actually keeping a hold of things.

Isaac, our boy who basically only eats sandwiches, isn’t sure what to think.  He probably doesn’t even care of the British fish and chips.  He’d start out with the soup and is like, alright, not bad.  Then go to a roll, maybe a California roll, something simple before going in to eating raw fish.  But holding the chop sticks was harder than he imagined.  Dazai helped him, also teasing him through out it of course.

Vincent likes the idea of learning about Japanese food since three of the residents are Japanese.  He trusts them and goes right into eating the sushi.  But it took him a while to figure out the chopsticks, but once he had them situated inbetween his fingers he was good at using them.  But if he set them down then it took him a few minutes to get readjusted.  He ended up liking the sushi, it wasn’t as fishy tasting as he imagined.

Theo is a little stubborn and is like “why do I have to use wooden sticks” however him and Arthur already broke into the sake.  He sees Sebastian using the chopsticks to eat the udon and needless to say he is shocked and thus is determined to at least pick up a roll.  He enjoyed the rolls and the miso.  He even put wasabi on the rolls and loved it, but something about eating raw fish turned him off.

Arthur straight up can’t hold the chop sticks.  MC even put them in his hands and took the time to show him the movements and everything, but he simply can’t.  He’s ashamed.  However whenever he’s complaining about the chopsticks, MC gets a piece of sushi and puts it in his mouth, basically feeding him.  To his surprise it was really good.

Jean I feel is a picky eater.  He eats what he know he likes so he doesn’t waste food, so with everything in front of him being new he didn’t know what to do, or even what to try.  Sebastian helped him out, probably starting off with a roll, something that’s a little more simple.  Tuna roll maybe.  He went to show Jean how to hold the chop sticks, but before he could start jean took one and just stabbed it through the rice of the roll and put it in his mouth.  He is technically using the chop stick.  Sebastian gets him to try putting a roll in soy sauce and trying wasabi.

Mozart just looked at all the different food not knowing what any of it was.  MC started telling him the different kinds of fish and the names of the rolls and what is in them.  She told him about the miso soup and sumashi jiru.  Her explaining all of it didn’t make it any more appetizing to him.  He figured you couldn’t go wrong with soup or salad and started with that.  He was going to try to udon noodles but couldn’t understand how one eats them with chop sticks.  He didn’t want to look like a fool and opted against it.

Napoleon was doing his best to use the chopsticks like Dazai, Sebastian and MC.  He even tried eating the udon with them, which ended up being a mess.  He went straight to the sushi too.  Raw fish can’t possible be the one thing that kills him.  Some he liked, some had a weird texture.  The first one he ate he tried biting it in half only for it to fall apart and drop it.  He quickly learned that you just have to eat it whole.

Leonardo was able to use the chop sticks as if he’s used them with every meal, but what else do you expect from him.  However, he did have a hard time with the udon.  He loves fish so he didn’t think sushi would be too much different, but its very different.  

Comte went for the sushi right away as well he’s a man of culture damn it.  The chopsticks were a bit of a struggle at first, but he’s used them before and it just takes his fingers a bit to adjust to them.  He’s not fond of the wasabi.  He tried it and was like NOPE.  Nearly coughed up a lung.

After some time everyone is daring someone else to try something.  “Arthur I dare you to eat wasabi” and that’s when the three Japanese residents looks at each other, realizing they hadn’t warned them about wasabi.  And Arthur being Arthur, he decides to do it, and Sebastian is like “Arthur.  I don’t think that’s a good idea” and he’s like “Nonsense.  It’s just spicy right?” and before anyone else could say anything he puts a decent size glob of wasabi in his mouth and goes “See?  It’s-” and then it kicked in.  Arthur almost had to go to the hospital.

“Mozart.  Eat that piece of sushi”  “No”  “I dare you.  if you don’t then you have to drink a glass of sake”  Mozart is screaming internally and then goes for the piece of sushi, which happens to be yellowtail my favorite, and eats it.  As stated previously, he doens’t like the taste of fish and as soon as he can taste the fish his face scrunches up and forces himself to eat it.

After that night they decided that since they did a Japanese culture night basically, that they should do it for each of the residents.

Masterlist

[writhe]

Are you going to start posting about raw feed diets? Like sharing pictures, or talking about what you got and maybe why, or just anything about it? Because pet nutrition is a pretty big interest of mine so I'm going to be REALLY excited if you are haha (though no pressure if you don't want to!!)

i actually just prepped all his food for the month! 

i think my goal right now is to have him eat a raw dinner every other night. I just spent about 20 bucks on meat for him (i still have to get him fish oil and sea vegetable supplements), which isn’t too steep for a month worth of food. that, plus the 18$ for his bag of food (i got the acana puppy food), means i’d be spending about 38$ on his food monthly (plus whatever the supplements cost, but not sure how much that’ll be...). not TERRIBLY steep, i’ll probably cut back on my groceries/takeout a little and/or do more prints for the shop

main reason i’m not going FULL raw is because of the cost & the amount of prep time. it’ll also be convenient to have him eat the dry food when i’m traveling or if money gets tight OR if someone is pet sitting for me at any point 

i checked out the book ‘raw and natural nutrition for dogs” and have been using that as a guide. it’s SUPER interesting, too, to read about the dog food industry. did you know that dogs don’t really need carbs? the reason there’s so much in commercial dog food is because it’s cheaper and makes it more shelf-stable. it’s WILD! you should definitely check out the book just to read that chapter alone (if you haven’t already) 

so because I have ZERO experience doing this i’m going to try to pay attention to how he seems to be feeling. I think I did a decent job in the variation of bone-in meat, organ, and muscle 

i’ve made bags that are about 8 ounces each and i’m keeping them in the freezer until the day before he’ll eat it- then i’ll put it in the refrigerator to let it slowly thaw. not a good idea to feed your dog frozen meat 

he’s only about 27 pounds right now but I do think he’s going to grow up to be a medium dog. I’m GUESSING about 45 pounds (mountain curs are 30-60 pounds, but unsure of what terrier breeding he might have. and, 27 pounds is pretty big for a puppy. we think he was born in October). the amount of food will be adjusted accordingly, though

I picked up: chicken gizzards & hearts, chicken liver, 5 pink salmon (bone-in, canned in water), chicken wings (uncooked, bone-in), ground pork, quail eggs, and cottage cheese 

at first I tried to weigh everything and calculate how much to put of each ingredient in each bag for each meal, but i soon found it was hard to estimate because I didn’t realize the weight of the packaging messed with it so much, so then I just tried to make sure each meal has bone, organ, and muscle meat. there’s plenty of info in the book & online, as well as examples so I tried to keep the ratios similar

each bag has ABOUT: 1.5 oz hearts/gizzards & 1.5 oz liver. then, some bags have either 1 wing (~3 oz) OR ~3 ounces of salmon, and then each bag was topped off with about 1-2 ounces of ground pork (some got more, some got less; I tried to keep them JUST shy of 8 ounces because he’s going to get about a 1/2 ounce of cottage cheese with each meal AND a quail egg in shell (which was 0.4 ounces when i weighed it). might throw in a few blueberries, too, since i usually have those on hand

i’ll try to remember to take a photo of his bowl when i feed him tomorrow! really hoping he likes it and that it’ll be sort of a special treat after a day that will likely be sort of overwhelming for him

IF YOU WANT TO RAW FEED YOUR PET: please do your research! i’d recommend checking out the book i mentioned above and reading plenty of things online. i am NOT an animal nutritionist and this is my first try so don’t base your choices off of mine! but any input is welcome (-: 

[loves124]

Neighbors ch 4.

If there are any errors or mistakes please don’t hesitate to let me know :)

Also don’t hesitate to give me some fresh ideas

Thank you,

Love you,

Enjoy!

(Shouta Aizawa x fem!reader)

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I have spent the entire day prepping.

Whether that be talking to myself, trying to find the right outfit, fixing my hair and makeup so it's right. I'm doing everything to prepare to see him this afternoon.

He has me wrapped around his goddamn finger.

Currently though, I am laying on my bed fiddling around trying to calm myself down before I head over. I put on a "10 minute meditation for anxiety" video while I hop in the shower.

It starts and I begin to scrub myself down with my soap. "Hello and welcome to the 10 minute meditation for Anxiety. I want you to start by closing your eyes and taking a nice deep breath... deeper than you've taken so far today." I follow along with each of the commands the video tells me, finding that my mind is drifting to relaxation with every breath. I can feel the tension that was previously built up into my shoulders slowly start to release. Before I even realize, it's over and I am standing in the middle of my shower relaxing into the warm water that is pouring on me.

With a deep sigh I continue. Lathering my body, scrubbing off the dead skin til I feel smooth, and following those actions with shaving cream and a razor.

I hop out of the shower feeling refreshed, looking over at my alarm clock and I can see that it's already 5 pm.

He's going to be back soon.

I look through my clothes and try and decide what to wear.

Why not wear what you wore this morning? He really liked that. Hell you might even get lucky and he'll make a move.

I sigh being swayed by my intrusive thoughts. I throw on the same shorts and tank top from this morning, but add on a pull over for some extra warmth.

In the meantime maybe I'll just water my plants, or watch something on the tv.

Maybe you should masturbate to the thought of Aizawa pining you down and fucking you like the little slut you are.

Dammit mind fucking stop.

I mean you saw his body earlier, hell you even felt how tight his chest was easier. How would you like those muscles pinning you down and him fucking you raw? Hmm sweetheart?

Dammit now I'm nervous, flustered, and sexually frustrated. What the hell.

I hear a knock at the door. "L/N?" Taking a deep breath I relax and walk to the door. Opening it I am met with Aizawa's eyes.

"Hey, you still okay with coming over?" he stuffs his hand's in his pockets.

"Yeah, sorry I- my mind has just been everywhere today" I laugh.

"Anything I can help out with?" he genuinely asks.

Oh there are many ways you can help out.

"No but thank you, you're sweet" I grin at him and he returns the gesture.

"So what were you planning on us doing?" I ask as we make our way inside his apartment.

"Honestly," he sighs "I have no clue. I just wanted to spend more time with you. We can order takeout and just watch a movie, if you're cool with that?"

"That sounds amazing, there is this place I heard has the best donburi rice bowls if you're interested. I can look the menu up real quick and we can both order" you turn to him and smile.

He hums in agreement, as we both make our way to the kitchen. He grabs two glasses to fill them both with water. I lean against the counter phone in hand reading off the menu to see what sounds good.

"Oh if you want we can just do gyudon over rice, it seems like it the most popular-" I see a hand place a glass of water next to my phone and look to see that Aizawa's face is right next to mine. His eyes are focused on the screen, he is looming over my shoulder and I can smell some of his cologne.

He smells good.

Kind of woodsy.

Mumbling to both himself and me he says "maybe we should get some vegetables on the side too, and some Taiyaki."

I giggle "Never pegged you as a fan of Taiyaki." The thought of this broody man enjoying some fish shaped bean cakes is a little cute to me.

Giving me the side eye and a smirk he cockily says "I'm full of surprises sweetheart."

You roll your eyes and scoff a bit in response, and scroll down on your phone to place the order. You hold the phone up to your ear as you hear the familiar ring, Aizawa brushes his face close to you free ear and whispers "don't forget the Taiyaki."

His breath is hot in my ear and I can feel the bass of his voice rumbling in his chest. It alone, makes me squeeze my legs together. He makes his way over to the couch before draping himself over it and adjusting himself til he feels comfortable.

I can't help but stare at the man in his natural element. This is his habitat, and it somewhat reminds me of a Nature Channel where you watch all the animals interact naturally in their given habitats. I continue to order as I watch him, thanking the person over the line before hanging up.

"It'll be here in about half an hour" I tell him before setting your phone on the counter and making my way over. He looks to me and gives a nod before tapping the empty spot next to him, signaling me to take a seat. He grabs the remote on the nightstand next to him and turn on the tv flipping through channels before he lands on one I assume he likes.

We both settle in a bit and watch the show, laughing at some of the stupid slapstick jokes that come up.

It feels so normal, so natural for me to be here with him. Just doing this regular stuff together. It feels like something I have been doing my entire life.

He adjusts himself again and with a deep sigh he lays down onto my thighs, using them as a sort of pillow. Not looking at me but at the tv, his eyes barely staying open. His hair is splayed out around my thighs covering them.

His hair is so pretty, its this dark, coarse coal color. When it catches the light a bit it shines, somewhat like a raven's wings.

I might never get the chance again. I slowly graze my fingers over his hair. Brushing and raking them through his hair I play with it a bit. I'm not focused on the tv show anymore but rather the man in front of my. I work my way more towards the scalp slightly massaging it but stop when I hear him groan. I can feel it vibrate in my legs.

It makes me feel all tingly.

"Why'd you stop?" he looks up to me.

"oh sorry, I thought you started to feel uncomfortable or something" I say.

"No, you didn't. It felt really good" he breathed as he sunk into my legs more.

I like seeing him so relaxed "You want me to keep going?"

"Mhmm" is all I get out of him. I let out a soft giggle and continue on. I brush the middle bit of hair in his face to the side. Gently raking my fingers through his hair, all the way down the scalp. I start to smooth out all of the tangles. It runs like fine silk through my fingers. It's honestly therapeutic.

Until it become sexually frustrating. Through my efforts I earn a couple more moans and groans from the man on my thighs, the sounds go straight to down below and I can feel a pool forming.

Imagine grabbing onto his hair as he pounds into you.

Dammit, fucking stop, this man is right below me and I having perverted-ass thoughts like this.

I look down at him and see how calm and at peace he looks. He is no longer facing the tv but at me, eyes closed and relaxed. I let my fingers wander. They start by dragging along his eyebrows, following down to trace the bone under his eyes, slowly and gracefully tracing his face. I get a little lost in focus. My fingers trace his jawline, I can feel the scruff catching my fingertips as I continue my journey. I end up with my fingers tracing over his bottom lip.

"They're soft" I quietly say.

His eyes open and he catches my hand holding it with a loose grip, before he sits up to make out face level. I'm trying to think of how I should explain myself. Struggling in my mind the best way to explain my actions.

Sorry Aizawa, I just got lost in focus of beautiful fucking face. No, that won't work. Wow Aizawa, sorry I lost my hands for a second. How'd they get there? No. There is no way I can get out of that.

I don't really have to either because a knock at the front door echoes through the apartment.

"T-That must be the food" I nervously sputter as I get up and make my way to the door. I am just about to reach it before a hand spins me around, one hand gets a grip around my neck and the other grips at the side of my waist. I am pushed against the wall behind me, before I can even think Aizawa is practically devouring my mouth. I moan into the kiss and follow his urgency. His hand falls to hike up my thigh as he pushes himself into me more.

The feeling is practically sinful.

There's another knock that sounds from the door beside us. We slow the speed of our kiss, until it loses its pace and Aizawa places his forehead on mine before taking a deep breath and backing away.

He opens the door talking with the delivery man as I stand here stunned. I don't think I can move my legs. I don't trust myself to move I think I even try I'm just going to end up falling over.

Once he finishes paying and talking with the man, he gives a quick thank you and closes the door.

Food in hand he quirks a brow "You okay there sweetheart?"

"I- I don't think I can walk" I laugh at myself he chimes in a bit with a deep chuckle.

"Here come on," he snakes a hand around my waist and walks with me to the kitchen. Setting down the food, he outs his other hand around my waist before hoisting me up onto the counter with ease. Hands on both sides of me, trapping me in-between him. He looks up to me.

"I was wanting to take this slow, but sweetheart you just made this so difficult" he chuckles to himself. Shaking his head "but you just wouldn't stop. Calling me Mr. Aizawa, looking at me with those eyes, clenching your thighs around me, wearing these sexy shorts," he takes a hand to grab the string of the shorts again, "all of it has been eating away at me, tempting me."

He sighs and takes a deep breath before backing up a bit, "If you don't want this please tell me, I need you to tell me sweetheart. I won't bother you ever again if you tell me okay? I-"

"I want this" I interrupt, "I really want this, I just wasn't sure if you did."

"Are you sure now?" he chuckles, his muscles relaxing at the relief of knowing you want him just as much as he wants you. His hands shift and make their way to rest on the sides of my legs, his thumbs rubbing circles on them. I feel tingles shoot up throughout my body.

“You know I’m not the only one to blame here” I point my finger into his chest accusingly, “You were the one walking around shirtless, you were the one openly flirting with me, and you were the one using names like ‘sweetheart’”

He looks at you amused, “You don’t like sweetheart?”

“That’s not the point here”

He laughs, “so yes or no to sweetheart? hmm?”

“yes to sweetheart, no to teasing me” I huff out, slight pout on my face. 

���Anything else you want me to call you? Maybe sweetheart just doesn’t cut it,” he leans back hand and pointer finger coming up to his lip in concentration. 

“How about Honey Buns,” you grimace at the sound, “no? okay what about Bubble butt, you do have a nice butt” I laughed, shaking my head in a disapproving no. He leans into the counter hands entrapping you on each side, head nuzzling into the crook of my neck. It makes me feel faint, I can feel his hot breath fanning onto my skin. “How about Kitten, hmm? I like kitten, I think it suits you.” I feel like I could melt. He attaches his mouth to the side of my neck, and I hum in delight. Moving up with some slow sensual kisses, he finally reached his destination and nips a bit at my earlobe.

“I need an answer kitten” he mutters. 

Oh I can’t right now, I’m a little preoccupied: my head - clouded, my body -dysfunctional, my panties - soaked.

He nips again, this time at the cartilage of my earlobe. He’s being a little more demanding now, and it gives me the chance to muster up the courage.

“Yes sir,” I muster out. He grips and kneads my thighs with more force now.

“Good girl, see it wasn’t that hard right?” he grips my jaw, “someone deserves a reward.” 

God has blessed me, that's what this is. My mind is racing, finally everything I have been thinking about doing with this man is finally going to happen. Thank you lord-

He detaches himself from me, leaving me with an ache in the pit of my stomach “You can have first dibs with the gyudon and taiyaki,” he smirks as he makes his way to grab silverware before turning and smirking at me “how bout that sweetheart?”

[thewritewolf]

Black Cats and Chinese Takeout

Marinette is dealing with a broken leg, but thankfully Chat Noir is there to help keep her company while she is homebound. A light hearted Marichat story.

I wrote this for @firebird525 for the discord secret santa! 

Enjoy!

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“Marinette, be careful! You don’t want to-”

“Make it worse, yes, I know,” Marinette replied curtly as she hobbled to the couch with her crutches. “I haven’t suddenly forgotten about my broken leg since the last time you told me to be careful.”

“Right.” Marinette glanced over and saw how Tikki’s antenna dropped. Taking a deep breath, Marinette pinched the bridge of her nose to clamp down on her frustration. She was just being concerned for her, after all.

“I’m sorry for snapping, but I don’t like being coddled.” Which was an understatement. With everything that had happened, she felt more vulnerable than ever. Tikki assured her that even outside of the suit she’d heal quickly, but that didn’t help her now. She slowly adjusted herself so her leg was elevated and gestured at the cast. “And this thing doesn’t give me a whole lot of choice in the matter.”

“Well, you know what they say,” came a voice from the window. “A princess deserves to be waited on hand and foot.”

“That pun doesn’t even work,” Marinette said, glaring at a grinning Chat Noir. “My leg is hurt, not my foot.”

He shrugged as he entered the apartment through her window. “Are you sure you didn’t break your funny bone? That joke was pretty humerus to me. Ah well. I guess I’ll just have to do some research ahead of time. You know, get a leg up on it.”

Marinette was unimpressed by his rapid-fire punning. Although she only had herself to blame - Chat was always one to double down on his jokes whenever she pointed out their flaws. Her lips were pressed into a thin line when she saw the two styrofoam take-out containers he was carrying in a plastic bag.

“You don’t have to bring food everytime you come,” she said, but her words were immediately uncut when her stomach growled in protest. “Ignore that.”

“No, ignore her,” Tikki said from her place on Marinette’s shoulder. She deftly dodged out of the way of Marinette’s hand as she half-heartedly swatted at her. “She has been in a mood today. A grumpy one too.”

Chat chuckled. “Looks like you’ve been outvoted, princess.” He tapped at his chin. “Or should I call you ‘my lady’ even when you’re outside the mask?”

“I’d rather you use neither of them,” she said with a huff, crossing her arms.

“I know you don’t mean that. Here.” He passed her a container along with the proper cutlery. “You’ll feel better after you eat.”

“I don’t know, kitty. I don’t trust Chinese food in Paris. Not unless it’s made by my maman.” Despite her words, she begrudgingly she took the offered box. Her eyes widened when she saw the logo on the box. “Is this…?”

“Yup! The owners are close friends of your mom’s, right? I think you told me once that they were about the only people to get it as close to perfect as possible.”

Marinette looked back at her partner and narrowed her eyes. “I definitely did not tell Chat Noir that. It’s bad enough that I messed up - you at least still have to protect your identity.”

His tail flicked back and forth, the only outward sign of his irritation. He grumbled, “Seems kinda pointless now, doesn’t it? It can’t hurt us that much now. Might as well get it over with.”

“No, Chat. And that’s final.” She opened her container and a heavenly scent hit her nose. Despite her annoyance, she sighed in bliss. “Chicken chow mein. My favorite.”

“Oh! Speaking of your favorites…” Chat reached into his magic pockets and pulled out a single red tulip. “For you, my buginette.”

She eyed the flower. While it was definitely her favorite, she wondered if he was aware of its meaning, representing true love. Knowing her cheesy romantic of a partner, it seemed likely.

“Leave it on the table, I’ll find a vase for it later.” She patted the spot on the couch next to her. “Now come on, you got enough food for the both of us. Take a seat.”

Marinette smiled and raised an eyebrow when she saw that he had gotten shrimp fried rice. “Fish for the cat, huh?”

“I promise it’s not just because of the suit, Mari,” he said with a wink.

They ate in silence for a few moments. Despite everything, she did enjoy his company. And he’d been nothing but respectful ever since he discovered her identity, even toning down on the flirting. Although there hadn’t been any akuma fights since her accident, he had made a point of visiting her every night and making sure she was recovering. Usually tag-teaming with Tikki to keep her from doing anything strenuous.

Most of the time, it almost felt like nothing had changed and they were just bantering on the rooftops of Paris in their suits. She was grateful for it at first, but then as he dropped more and more hints that he knew her as a civilian, she began to get worried. Did he back off to let her heal? Or was he no longer interested now that the mystique of Ladybug had been exposed?

It was an irrational fear, she knew that. But she couldn’t help herself. Once the idea had occurred to her, it was hard to shake off.

“You didn’t mess up.”

She was startled out of her own head by Chat’s murmured words. He was watching her carefully. How long he was watching her, she had no idea.

“What?”

“Getting hurt. That was just an accident - you didn’t mess up anything. We beat the akuma perfectly fine.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but that just makes it worse. Since I busted my leg leaving the fight, that means it didn’t get healed like the rest of the city.”

“More terrifying than any akuma fight,” Chat said with a shiver. “Seeing you cry out in pain and just crumble was horrible.” He nudged her with a smirk. “But hey, at least it will make for a funny story later.” He held up his hands as if making a picture frame. “The time Paris’s darling, Ladybug, crashed into a billboard of Paris’s golden child, Adrien Agreste.”

Marinette buried her face in her hands. “Don’t remind me. I’m just glad Alya wasn’t there to get pictures for the Ladyblog. That would’ve been a disaster.”

“And don’t worry - I’ll only tease you about it a little,” he said while patting her back. “I’ll even wait until you’ve recovered.”

“Thanks for bringing me home, by the way.” She gave him a weak smile. “Getting an ambulance to pick me up at home was also very sweet of you. Especially since you were panicking along with me.”

“I wasn’t freaking out! This cat was cool as a cucumber.”

“You were crying as you carried me home.”

“I was feeling a lot of emotions, okay? I finally knew who my lovely lady was.”

“In fact,” she continued, now smirking. “You confused the emergency number because you said that we had a broken leg. I had to explain when they got here that it was just me. My friend had only been very concerned.”

“Can you blame me?” He huffed and pouted. “I was worried… You know how much I care about you.”

Mhm,” she said, even as her heart fluttered. “And thanks for all that, by the way.”

“No problem,” he muttered while picking at his rice again. “Not exactly the romantic reveal I’d had planned, but I’ll take it.”

“...I know I’ll regret asking, but what did you have planned?”

He grinned and rubbed his hands together. He put a hand on her opposite shoulder. “Picture this: Candlelit picnic on the Eiffel Tower. Then a visit to the street where we first met, reminiscing on our first few outings together. How much we’d changed. Then we go to our favorite spot-”

“That alcove in Notre Dame’s tower?” She glanced down at his tail, which had gently wrapped around her waist. He hadn't seemed to notice yet.

He smiled proudly. “The same! With that privacy, we could finally drop our transformations and see each other for who we really are. No masks, no suits. Just us.”

“And a pair of hungry kwami.”

“And that,” he acknowledged with a nod.

“It sounds more like a first date than a reveal ceremony, kitty.”

“Oh, by that point we’d have been dating for ages.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “You couldn’t resist my raw animal magnetism and good looks.”

“Uh-huh.”

He sighed. “Missed opportunities.” A grin lit up his face. “Although falling for me is still on the table.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

The return of their familiar dance - flirting and pushing him back - lifted a weight of her shoulders as she returned to her food. A comfortable silence settled between them, Marinette feeling more at ease than she had been ever since getting the stupid cast.

“I’m glad it was you.”

Her eyes widened and she looked at Chat. He was wearing the same soft, loving smile that he always wore whenever he thought she wasn’t looking. It was something achingly familiar to her when she was behind the mask. But seeing it directed at her now did more than the last six years of Chat’s flirting had. A blush spread across her face as her breath caught, a realization bubbling to the surface.

Somewhere along the line… she had fallen in love with her silly kitty.

[britishassistant]

Too Many Bridges (I Dig Canals) 1

He was twenty-two when he died.

His mama hadn’t wanted him to move out to West Texas, crying that it wasn’t safe. His dad had soothed that he’d be fine at UTEP, the first one in the family to go to university, a business major, doing them all so proud.

His little sister had said they’d all dealt with much worse in high school, where the teachers screamed at you for speaking Spanish until you could barely remember a word.

His short older sister just snuck a dumb Homestuck backpack into his luggage, filled with the latest volumes of Boruto. He’d liked to read them while eating shitty convenience store ramen at 2AM.

Then he’d run out of cup ramen in his senior year, gone to the 7-11 at 1AM to grab some more, and made the mistake of glancing at a cracker junkie shaking from withdrawal.

Last thing he knew, he was bleeding out around a knife while the druggie tore through his groceries, crooning, “C’mon, c’mon where’s the hit, where is it, I know you’re hiding it.”

He’d only had the strength left to flip the racist fucker off before he finally drifted away.

He wakes as a baby.

The only natural response to this is to begin screaming.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?! Why the fuck is he a baby?! Is everyone a baby when they go to Heaven?! Or wait, his butt’s kinda damp, is this Heaven at all?! Is he in Hell?! Was him flipping off that cracker enough to get him sent to Hell, after all he’s done?! All the masses he’s been to?! For the love of Christ, what’s going on—

A woman with white-blond hair and a tired face leans over him, muttering something harsh-sounding in a foreign language.

A loud and angry sounding man’s voice shouts something from somewhere he can’t see, which startles him into crying harder.

Then a large and callused hand slams down over his mouth, practically smothering him.

The woman’s face looms over him, wrinkled and shadowed like the face of the devil himself, poisonous green eyes glaring at him.

“Damare, kuso gaki.” The devil-woman hisses.

He whimpers.

His hair is green now.

Like a dehydrated shrub left too long in the heat, spiky-dry and almost yellowing at the edges.

And his eyes are purple. As if the green spiky anime hair wasn’t enough to humiliate him.

He misses his mama and his dad and his sisters but thank Jesus they’ll never see him like this.

At least his skin color’s pretty much the same as his last life. If he ended up resembling that fucking junkie who murdered him in any way, shape or form...

Well. All he knows is it wouldn't be pretty.

His new name is Meiun Nobuo.

The devil-woman who would rather smother him in his crib than let him cry apparently gave birth to him.

The deadbeat who cursed him with this eye and hair color and returns most nights stinking of alcohol and rotting fish is the sperm donor.

He misses his real family.

They live in a dock town.

Their house is farthest from the shore, so the scent of rotting fish guts and seagull shit is vaguely bearable. It’s bigger than the fishermen and farmer’s huts and market stalls that make up the rest of the village, with a curved asian roof.

He thinks the sperm donor is in a relatively high position in the village, perhaps an official of some sort. Probably inherited, because he seriously doubts anyone with a brain would elect that drunk deadbeat to any position of authority, but who knows.

He used to think the same thing about the government in his past life, and look what happened there.

Ragged official looking people buzz in and out of the rooms he’s not supposed to enter all day every day. Some of them smile at him if they notice him, lips spread sickeningly wide and eyes sycophantically crinkled.

Others look at him like he’s a nuisance, worthy of only their ire.

As if he asked to be reborn to this fucking paltry excuse for family when he had a perfectly good one back home

The devil-woman isn’t from around here.

That much is obvious in the way she’s constantly ill at ease, snapping at the slightest inconvenience, acting like everyone’s out to get her.

To be fair, a lot of them probably are just for the chance to have some peace and quiet again.

He privately counts himself among that number.

She’s always grumbling about how much better it is in rain, but regardless of the weather her shitty attitude never seems to improve.

She also starts trying to poison him when he turns four.

When his rice tastes weirdly bitter he spits it back into the bowl.

The devil-woman slaps him across the face.

“Eat.” She hisses, forcing his head into the bowl. “I didn’t destroy my body for you to bring shame to the Dokuso name like this. Your great uncle was already immune to neurotoxins by the time he was your age. The least you can do is eat.”

He tries to struggle, to scream for someone to help him, but the devil-woman just forces his head down farther until he swallows every last grain of tainted rice.

His body won’t stop shaking for the rest of the day, every gasp of air feeling like it’s scraping his lungs raw.

It becomes some kind of demented pattern.

He’s poisoned, he suffers, his body adjusts, he’s poisoned again in a new way, rinse and repeat until he seriously finds himself contemplating whether his last death was better than this.

The look of dissatisfaction the devil-woman always wears, as though he’s somehow not doing this (or dying) fast enough for her liking, weighs the argument a lot.

On the days where he’s in less danger of throwing up his guts, he has lessons with a tutor, because of course he fucking does.

Death, taxes and homework: the three constants of existence.

The tutor calls him a prodigy with mathematics, even if his grasp of kanji is shaky.

The deadbeat uses this as an excuse to push some of his work onto a five year old with some garbled line about “carrying on the work of our forefathers”.

He hates this.

He hates it so fucking much.

He prays every night, asking Christ why he’s being tormented like this. He hasn’t got an answer back yet.

He’s gonna make a break for it as soon as he’s old enough to do so. He’s still too young to be allowed out of the house, even for festivals. He also doesn’t receive anything like an allowance yet either, though he suspects that’s more due to the fact that the sperm donor is a cheapskate.

It’s fine. It’ll be fine. He’s already got access to some of the accounts, has proven himself to be a dedicated worker beneath suspicion.

Nobody’ll suspect the kid “carrying on the work of his forefathers” if money begins disappearing, not when there are so many greedy adults around. It’s foolproof.

He’s just gotta wait until he learns where he is and how he can get away.

He can do that. It’ll be fine.

“The daimyō has declared dōjutsu users enemies of the state.” His sperm donor complains one evening. “The Mizukage has authorized the use of deadly force to subdue them.”

The devil-woman sniffs, says something nasally and contrarian back but he can’t hear her over the blood rushing in his ears.

Dōjutsu.

Mizukage.

His mouth is dry. He can’t breathe.

There’s no way—there’s absolutely no fucking way—the tech here is way too primitive, he must be hallucinating, going through withdrawal from not reading his favorite manga for so long.

There’s no way this place could be the same world as Boruto. Besides, Chojuro would never authorize a-a genocide like that, Kagura-kun would be so disappointed in him—

But Kagura-kun’s grandfather wouldn’t have had any problems with it, would he?

It’s not until the devil-woman whacks him over the head and screams at him to get up that he realizes he’s on the floor.

He climbs shakily to his feet.

He endures the scolding quietly.

He goes to his room when dismissed.

He shuts the door behind him and slides down it, trying to muffle the sounds escaping his throat. They could be hysterical laughter or sobs. He really isn’t sure.

Because of course he’s been reborn years before any of the good characters of this series or plot developments that he can clearly remember will make their appearance.

That’s just his fucking luck.

He presses his forehead to his knees and screams.

This revelation helps along his plans, at least.

If he’s in Kiri, then he knows he’s probably on one of the many islands that make up the...peninsula? Archipelago? Fuck, geography was never his strong suit.

But yeah, he’ll need to charter a boat to get to the mainland so he can disappear.

He briefly entertains the idea of becoming a ninja for Kiri, maybe growing up to become one of Chojuro’s aides and Kagura-kun’s mentors. Getting to meet Boruto when that arc comes around.

But no. Or at least, not yet.

Going there before Terumi Mei has had the chance to overthrow Yagura isn’t a good idea, what with the whole “kill everyone else you studied with to become a genin” thing they’ve got going on. Also the people claiming to be his parents might track him down and have him sent back.

Fire Country is probably his best bet to vanish. The ninja there actually care about the populace.

He might even be able to go to Konoha. See Boruto and Sarada and Mitsuki grow up firsthand.

The thought leaves a warm feeling in his chest even as his limbs tremble from the effects of the latest venom for the rest of the week.

It doesn’t last.

Of course it doesn’t.

It’s one thing to know that certain people in the community are slated for death.

It’s a different ballgame entirely to see a mob barge into the sperm donor’s office, howling for blood.

He can only hear the words “kekkai genkai filth” chanted like a curse before the deadbeat is nodding his head and rising, grabbing a huge ass sword from where it’s been gathering dust on the wall.

He tries to shrink back, tries to let the throng pass him without drawing their attention, but a hand grabs his collar and yanks him away from his little table, away from his calculations, and drags him along with the frothing crowd of people with hate in their eyes.

He’s squashed near the back of the herd, but every time he tries to get away there are hands and arms to yank him back into line, hands of men or women or—Jesus, or other kids.

He’s eventually funneled through the doorway of a tiny farmer’s hut, pushed into one of the walls by the crush of people, and he looks up and there’s—

There’s—

Oh God.

Oh God.

Oh Jesus in Heaven have mercy.

He can’t look.

It’s awful, it’s too much, he can’t look, he can’t, he gags, averts his eyes—

He sees the girl in the corner of the room.

She’s crying, mouthing “Mama” to herself over and over.

One of those murderers has seen her too.

The man takes a step towards the girl—

“Stay the fuck away from her!” He yells.

He can’t remember moving. All he knows is he’s now in between the girl and the mob, knees trembling and adrenaline pounding in his ears.

His voice is all shaky and squeaky, not intimidating at all.

He’s scared.

Jesus Christ, he’s so scared.

These monsters just killed that innocent lady for their dumb fucking witch hunt.

What’ll they do to this girl if they get their hands on her?

One of the villagers steps forward and growls, “Outta the way, boy. You don’t wanna get hurt for that thing.”

“Fuck you, asshole!” He screams back.

“Meiun, discipline your fucking brat before we do it for you!” Someone else in the mob shouts.

The sperm donor is pushed to the front and begrudgingly holds out a hand. “Don’t be stupid Nobuo. Get your ass over here, now.”

“Listen to your father!” The demon-woman shrieks from the safety of several people away.

He laughs. He can’t help it. “My father?! You want me to acknowledge that drunken excuse of a sperm donor as a father?! Get real, you fucking hag!! You and him wouldn’t know what real fucking parenting looked like if you fucking murdered it in cold fucking blood!!”

He points at what’s left of the lady. “Because guess what? Looks like ya did!”

“How dare you—” The deadbeat’s gone dark purple.

“No, how dare you?!” His hands are shaking and Christ, there’s no way this can end well, but his mouth won’t stop running. “That lady was a perfectly fucking nice lady, a loving wife and a good mom and you assholes think you can just come out here and murder her for what?! Having something that you don’t?! Being a genuinely good person, like you aren’t?! You’re all just JEALOUS FU—”

Pain explodes in his temple.

A man’s screaming, “SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, YOU KNOW NOTHING YOU LITTLE BASTARD, SHUT UP—”

He tries to raise his arms, tries to fight back, but the man’s swinging too wildly, he can’t stop the blow to the gut that knocks the air out of him.

More arms appear from nowhere, shoving him to the ground, pinning him down, jeers and taunts about how if he loves kekkai genkai filth that much he can join them, see what happens to them.

The knife glints evilly in the light.

He doesn’t wanna die again.

Jesus Christ, he doesn’t wanna die again.

There’s cold for a moment behind his right ear.

And then there’s nothing but agony, red and sharp and pounding pounding pounding and Nobuo is screaming screaming screaming.

Until his throat feels like it’s going to give out.

Until he knows he’ll die like this.

He doesn’t wanna die he doesn’t wanna die he doesn’t wanna die he doesn’t wanna die he doesn’t wanna die he doesn’t wanna die he doesn’t wanna die he doesn’t wanna die Christ—

The sensation is sudden and painful.

Like he’s been punched in the chest again, but in reverse.

Something erupts from him, with enough force to leave him breathless.

The jeers and ugly laughter become screams as pained as his own.

“Shit, he’s one t—?!” is the last thing he hears before a sound like glass shattering over and over overwhelms all other noise, even the terrified shrieks for mercy.

Nobuo’s eyes roll back into his head.

He blacks out.

The right side of his head throbs.

He whimpers in pain, curling in on himself.

“A-are you alright? Are you hurting? I tried to patch you up as best I could...” A soft, sweet voice murmurs.

He cracks open his eyes a sliver to see a dark-haired head with a pretty face hovering over him. The pretty face looks worried, almost scared.

“What...?” He tries to ask, voice croaky as hell. “Where...?”

“Ah, I, uh, took you and ran away after you got those guys off you.” The pretty face explains, averting their eyes for some reason. Their kimono is torn in places. “You-your e-head was bleeding really bad, so I tried to fix it, but I don’t think I did a very good job...”

What?

His hand lifts to the side of his head, feeling cloth sticky with what he can only assume is blood.

And feeling nothing beneath it.

His breathing hitches. He tries to stop it, tries to gulp the panic and fear back down, he can’t cry, he’ll get hit again if he cries, he can’t—

He lets out a sound that can only be described as a wail, shoulders shaking.

There’s movement and he flinches, oh god, he doesn’t want a hit, not now, not when he’s already dealing with this—

Small, thin arms wrap around him, trembling. A head of soft hair buries itself in his other shoulder, and a low voice begins sobbing “I-I’m so-sorry, I-I didn’t, I co-couldn’t stop them, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” in his remaining ear.

A small part of his brain notes that this is the first time he’s been hugged since he woke up as a baby.

They cry for a long, long time.

Finally, when it feels like he’s gonna have a head cold for a week at least, he shrugs his shoulder minutely.

The girl looks up, face blotchy and red.

“You’re that girl, right? What’s your name?” He croaks.

The girl tenses and pulls away a little. “I’m Haku. I’m eight. A-and I-I’m a b-boy.”

“Oh. Sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck, feeling his cheeks flush. Where does he feel like he’s heard that name before...?

“And you are?” Haku prompts.

“M-Meiun Nobuo.” He states with a grimace. “M’ six.”

“Ah...then Official Meiun was...” Haku’s eyes begin to fill with tears again. “Y-your father, and, and your m-mother—”

“God no.” He snaps. “That man impregnated that woman to make me, but father and mother are the last things they can be called. Real parents don’t pull the shit they do on their kids.”

He folds his arms across his chest. “This may’ve sped up my plans, but you did me a favor, taking me with you. I was planning on running away anyway.”

Haku lets out a confused sniffle.“Where were you planning on running away to?”

“Fire Country.” He might puff out his chest a little. “Their ninja actually care about people, and they don’t hate kekkai genkai there.”

“Kekkai genkai...th-that’s what they kept calling me and m-mama...” Fat tears begin rolling Haku’s pretty face.

He shakily slides an arm around the older boy’s shoulders. “Y-you can come with me. If you want. I-I don’t exactly know the way, I was hoping to get some more geography and funds first, b-but I’ll figure something out, I swear.”

Haku takes a few deep, shuddery breaths. “I-I don’t either, but I know how to get to the next village, if that’s okay?”

“That’s great! That’s way better than what I can do!” He assures, giving his traveling companion’s shoulder a pat. “...d’you, like, wanna start going now, or...?”

“Can we stay here for a moment?” Haku asks. “J-just until I can check your head’s okay?”

Meiun Nobuo nods carefully, leaning more against the older boy. “Sure. No rush.”

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Okay idk if there's a certain number of items you're supposed to pick for these memes but I have a lot of them. 1, 2, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 14, 20, 29, 38!

I don’t think it matters how many you pick so long as it’s not all of them, lol.

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Anything with an element of fish-out-of-water. I love fish-out-of-water as a trope: characters learning about new situations, about each other, and coming to new understanding. The potential for it is why the Venom fandom got me writing again after 7 years, and almost all of my fics have some degree of it. It’s incredibly fun for me to write and to read, and I’ve yet to get tired of it. 

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

There’s two: wingfic and bodyswap/roleswap. I’ve tried and gotten nowhere with a couple ideas in the Venom fandom, so I’m open to prompts or discussion!

5. Share one of your strengths.

Lately I’ve been really proud of my dialogue! I’m always very happy with the way it turns out.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

From You In Me In You:

Instead they move in concert through the steps of Eddie's morning. They take a warm, languid shower washing the sleep away and marvelling at the feeling of hot water sluicing over their body. After, Venom sheets the water from their skin and Eddie dresses them in his softest clothes. Their breakfast is bacon and way too many eggs. It eats some of their food raw and Eddie doesn’t do anything but smile and fill their blood with tasty neurotransmitters.

They spend the rest of their morning wandering by the piers, people watching. It’s a weekday and the crowds are as thin as they ever will be in a port city as large as San Francisco. Sunlight glimmers on the surface of the bay and the two of them spend hours wrapped in each other surrounded in turn by constant murmur of humanity.

It brings a new appreciation to both of them. These are the people he would have died for, and this is the world it had glimpsed from the top of the network building. The air isn’t quite as bogged down with exhaust as it is deeper in the city and it tastes good in their lungs as they inhale. They exhale heavily, satisfied.

This is from the last section of the fic. Eddie’s just woken up to Venom surviving the rocket explosion, perfectly aware that they’re there and that they’re aware of him. I wanted it to read like rolling over, finding your significant other still in bed, and realizing that neither of you have anything pressing to do. Peaceful and comfortable. By the end they both see the results of their efforts and know it was worth it. It came out exactly how I wanted it to.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

From Sight Seeing:

“Hah, the great investigative reporter, Eddie Brock, at a loss for words.” Venom laughed aloud as they clambered out of the shadow of the building and onto the roof.

Shut up, asshole, Eddie grumbled. Before he could say anything else he noticed that there was a new sensation tickling across their surface as they stood on the quiet roof. Why is our skin tingling?

“We are in the open, in the light.” Venom casually turned to face the half-moon completely, and a wave of prickling sensation rolled over their face and chest as they moved. It felt to Eddie like the moment before something happened. Like the building tension of a suspense movie but without the release of a reveal or a jump scare.

But I’m not anxious about it; you’re not tense; we don’t feel exposed. He couldn’t think of any other reason they would feel so strangely. Why is our skin crawling?

“Crossed inputs,” Venom explained after a moment of thought. “I am not used to seeing light, and you are not used to feeling it.”

Feeling it? They felt light?

“I do not have eyes, Eddie,” Venom clarified, “but we do. Alone I cannot detect anything beyond the presence and intensity of light. What you feel is your brain’s interpretation of my sense of light.”

The whole point of this fic was to compare and contrast Eddie and Venom’s senses and this is the first bit in the fic where the differences come up. Eddie starts to realize just how alien Venom’s senses are and Venom realizes that they should explain and maybe even adjust how they interpret things. I’m proud of how well I explained the differences in their interpretation of light while keeping the banter interesting.

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

Good Things Ahead was definitely the one I had the most difficulty with. I had to get out of my comfort zone with multiple aspects of it because it was an exchange fic, and I had to do that on a time limit. I wasn’t very happy with it while I was writing it, but I’m pleased now with how it turned out.

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

Probably Runalong, probably because it was so very self indulgent. I remember being able to write it all in several sessions, picking it up and continuing it easily. It was a great flow.

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Any advice that flat out tells you not to use certain words is bad advice. Also that post that went around telling writers to use words that had wildly varying connotations instead of certain ”overused” words.

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

Cool enough that I can comfortably wear a light jacket/sweater, either ambient noise if I’m outside or familiar music that I can tune it out if I’m inside, and snacks!

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Assuming that I’d have permission, manage a similar style, and also manage to finish: I’d do the next fic in Vathara’s Blades of Blood series. There’s multiple plot threads I’d love to see continued and it’s ripe for more character interaction. Both of the written fics are exactly my kind of shit, and I would love more.

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

A comment on You In Me In You left by @shards-of-divinity 

I love all of your Venom stories. You have a unique way of writing them that's immediately recognizable as you and pleasant to read. ❤

I compare my writing/stats to other authors a lot. It’s something that I’ve been trying not to do and I’ve gotten better at not doing it lately. It means so much to me for someone to specifically say that my writing style is recognizable and pleasant to read, and it makes me feel seen as an author.

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Merskeleton bitty information

Here is the information for our merskeleton (fish) bitties!

cut below for length

Blue tang (tale!sans mer bitty):

 though not exactly like the fish, this merskele loves to doze on rocks either above or below the surface!

 Keep him happy with any food you find tasty or let him experiment!

 does well alone or with companions, though his personality tends to clash with the more belligerent bitties of all types.

 Goldfish (tale!Papyrus mer bitty):

 Much more energetic, intelligent, and loving than his namesake!

 Loves cuddles and will happily swim in your pool with you, but keep him away from running filters! He’ll get stuck and very unhappy until he is removed from the machinery.

 Loves fresh fruit! He’ll eat most anything, but giving him fruit makes him happiest.

 Does best with friends, either other mer bitties or land dwellers!

  Hammer (fell!Sans mer bitty):

 Make sure his tank has a large structure or plant for him to sulk in.

 Tends to be grouchy but will enjoy cuddles despite this behavior.

 Big appetite and loves meat

 does best on his own, or with a calm and resolute companion

  Emperor (fell!Papyrus mer bitty):

 likes to collect things (try using tiny sculptures or other objects of beauty) and decorate his tank with his collection

 will be very tsundere; give him time alone with you and he’ll warm up

 Barely eats, but enjoys fish

 does best alone, but will also thrive as a leader in a community

  Parrot (swap!Sans mer bitty):

 will help other bitties, especially if they’re nervous around water.

 energetic, compassionate, and talkative

 likes crunchy things, and sugar

 does best with friends! lots of friends or just one, either way, he’s happy

 Garibaldi (swap!Papyrus mer bitty):

 will snooze in the sunny side of the tank or watch TV from a comfy spot

 calm, patient, and kind

 enjoys sweets and gooey things to eat (honey, gummies, smores etc)

 can do well alone or in a group, but doesn’t like confrontation

  Lion (fellswap!Sans mer bitty)

 wants to smash stuff! give him toothpick sailboats and popsicle stick galleons to destory

 tends toward mischief, but is a protective bitty once trust is earned

 enjoys meat and fish

 best on his own or with one other bitty. not a social butterfly.

 Wright (fellswap!Papyrus mer bitty)

 very large when having lived with a loving owner, so he may need to be moved to a tub or pond after a year or so.

 gentle, thoughtful, and calm

 prefers shrimp, or other small, easily chewable things.

 best on his own or with one other bitty. tends to be shy.

 Scorpion (swapfell!Sans mer bitty):

 likes action! Needs toys and lots of play.

 bright, bouncy, and impulsive

 he’ll try anything once, so let him feel out his favorite foods for himself

 does best with lots of friends! especially responsible and level headed ones.

  Indigo (swapfell!Papyrus mer bitty):

 likes to collect shiny things and either decorate his home or his body with them.

 fast talker, flirty, and a trickster

 likes pizza, if you let him have some. otherwise, shrimp and fish are a good idea

 does best alone or with people who won’t fall for his tricks

 Fisher (Horror!sans merbitty):

 These mers are meat eaters, and they prefer to hunt but in absence of live prey will eat raw meat. Your other bitties are safe since there isn’t any meat in a monster. House them in a tank with others, but make sure they know to give  him his space for a while and not to mess with his food. He may also try to take the meat from other carnivorous mers, but won’t waste the energy to fight for it. Feed everyone as usual and if he steals some, gently scold him and give another piece to the bitty he stole from.

He’ll be snarky and sarcastic, tending toward dark humor and morbid puns, but otherwise a fun personality to talk with. He should get along well with Hammers and Garibaldis and other jokester types, though he’ll rub the kinder ones the wrong way with how casually he talks about death and injury. They’ll likely have a tentative, tense friendship or tolerance.

 Gulper (horror!Papyrus merbitty):

 These gangly, long tailed mer bitties swallow their meals whole and enjoy resting afterward, so having a safe, secluded place in the tank for him is recommended. When not resting, he’ll be very energetic and playful, even, especially if he has a Fisher to bond with. they prefer whole fish, so sardines are a good idea for feeding, but only one or two. He may ask for more, but you’ll know he’s had enough when his tail turns from translucent to opaque. Otherwise, he’ll eat himself sick.

 He’ll lean into your attentions, and enjoy time being pet and loved on. He’ll get along with most any bitty, mer or otherwise, but is wary of more aggressive housemates. His body may be long and flexible, but it’s also delicate, so fights aren’t a good idea.

 Frills (horrorswap!Papyrus merbitty)

 Another carnivore, he likes smaller chunks of raw meat. As a shark-ish mer bitty, he’ll move around a lot, but after a few circles of his tank, chatting with other bitties as he goes, he’ll settle down and nap for a while. Don’t hand feed until he’s adjusted to your home, because his teeth are very very painful if they bite you.

 He’ll let you pet and love on him, but be respectful of his wishes. He most likely won’t want you anywhere near the opening in his skull. Just let him place your fingers at first when offering affection, and soon you’ll learn your individual Frills’ favorite places for pets and rubs.

 Leafy (horrorswap!Sans merbitty)

 One of the only seahorse type bitties, Leafies enjoy hiding in plant material inside the tank. They’re not big eaters, only needing one or two fresh shrimp or bits of fish a day, but they do need some special care thanks to their open ribcage. All Leafies are born with complete skeletons, but as they grow, pieces of their ribs break away naturally until they’re open as a Crinkle bitty would be. It makes them just as nervous, thus they always come with some rib shields in their starter kits.

 They’ll be more energetic if in the presence of a Frills, or another swap!papyrus type merbitty. Even alone, they’ll still enjoy play and very gentle petting. Be sure to pay him lots of attention and remind him you love him often.

 Tendril (Horrorfell!Papyrus merbitty)

 These bitties have long floating tentacles and tend to enjoy a darker tank than most bitties. He’ll need lots of room to spread out.

 He’s pretty even tempered, and will eat any sort of fish or shrimp you offer. Does best if he’s either alone, or with a very small number of other bitties.

 Scales (horrorfell!Sans merbitty)

 Nervous and leaning toward violence to defend himself, these bitties need solitude or the company of calm bitties to feel safe. He eats meat of any kind, though obviously, being aquatic, he prefers fish or crustaceans. (he looks adorable crunching on crab legs)

 He tends to stick close to a leader, whether the person in charge of the group of bitties he’s in or his owner, or more likely a Tendril or other Papyrus type.

Vision and Mirage - (dream and nightmare)

these lovely fishies like shellfish, and they will help with fears. Visions specialize in giving positive energy so you can face your fears, while Mirages help you understand where your fear comes from and remind you that bravery is not having no fear, but continuing in spite of it. They’ll happily swim with you in any pool, pond, or lake, but will be happy to come back home to their tank and the little hiding places they call their beds. Place these hiding places close together, though, since they will want to quickly be in contact with their brother on waking for any reason.

Dark Mirages:

 will turn from a black and white clownfish tail to a vampire squid body. There will be spines inside his tentacles and they will be incredibly painful if latched onto you. He will also cause an instant panic attack if touched skin to skin or with very thin gloves. He will try to damage your fingers by squeezing them, so keep your fingers together when handling him. It will take time, but Mirages are (marginally) easier to make Safe.

Pastel (ink sans) -

His colorful magic makes him stand out in the tank, and he tends to occasionally cough up ink balls when overexcited. Prefers lots of space and things to engage his mind in his tank. Prefers vegetables but will take anything. His bones are textured like a scrimshaw etching and he likes to color them with different dyes.

Bluebell (error sans)- 

merbitties similar to the Man-o-war jellyfish, they have to have antivenom in their starter kits in case of accidents. Their tendrils are beautiful, but painful to encounter, and it takes them quite a while to get used to their new owners. They’re generally quiet, and prefer to eat fish.

Fanmouth (underworld mer Sans)

 - will need careful cleaning of his mouth fans once a month

 - enjoys shrimp and small fish

 - only one fanmouth per tank, or fighting will happen.

 - heavy for his size

 - will happily lay on your chest for his out-tank time

 - won’t speak, but can emote well and learn sign

 Stickies (underworld mer Papyrus)

 - will stick to the side of a tank

 - filter feeder when without a host

 - will cuddle, but may attempt to latch onto your arm or chest.

 - if he does, let him do his business (it won’t hurt) and then put him back when he detaches himself. treat the abrasion with disinfectant and a bandage, and it should fade in a day or two. may itch a bit.

 Conesnail (underworld swap mer Papyrus)

 -venomous if mishandled, use caution and gentleness

 - feed on small fish or shrimp

 - can survive longer out of water thanks to his shell

 - does have a pelvis tucked up in his shell

 - will sign for things he wants if you don’t understand his gestures

 Ring (underworld swap mer Sans)

 - tank cleaner

 - feeds on the algae and debris in the tank naturally but needs supplemental bits of fish about twice a week

 - will use his broken ribs as spears to prevent someone from harming him; these spears are coated in neurotoxin.

 - if treated gently, is completely safe and actually enjoys cuddles from his owners

 -gets their type name from the little sticky magic ring on their bellies that lets them stay in place

Frogfish (undertomb sans)

·         Had tiny little fin-feet that he walks around on the tank floor with

·         Big bulky body

·         Larger than average for a mer, and heavier, too.

·         Uses suction to get his food in his mouth

 Ribbon (undertomb papyrus)

·         Long squiggly body, delicate

·         Curious and energetic

·         Likes a well decorated tank with many plants and caves he can hide in

·         Will try to sing to you, use earphones as needed

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[hoseoksactualass]

Could we pls get a smutty IE!jk and oc drabble?

hello and YES

this is also @taespired‘s idea she be my queen since we were 16 we want the same things we dream the same dreams alright take it away zayn

where jk is in a (boring) meeting, and a homebound oc sends him v important photos during 

Jungkook has a habit of drawing T-minus doodles on torpid meetings like this. For now, he does it with a phony smile on his face and makes it look like he actually cares. The interns’ eyes are glazed. More because he looks just as young as them and dashingly handsome than how overbearingly loud the internship coordinator is being right now. 

This was supposed to be over five minutes ago. He’s in the middle of drawing cat ears when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He makes it look calculated—the way he perks his head up, draws eye contact with an intern who couldn’t take her spec’d eyes off him, and purses his lips slightly. 

Secretary sent a message:

If you need me, I can still be over.

Sent 10:19 a.m.

He doesn’t stop the way the first thing he thinks of is what you might be wearing. The coordinator makes a joke everyone fake chuckles to. 

And like everything else, you will not have his head for it. You know he thinks of you at wee hours like this, and you take advantage of it, already hiking your booty shorts up your ass like you know how it’ll feel when he does it. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

if you call in sick you call in sick. dw about it 

Sent 10:20 a.m.

You can hear his voice through the message, and it’s instantly something you smirk to.  

Meanwhile, Jungkook already has a mental chant about you being the perfect distraction playing like a ruined record in his head. He nods at something that went in one ear and exited the other, humming in false agreement. He lowers his phone’s brightness simultaneously. 

Secretary sent a message:

Do the interns have life in their eyes?

Sent 10:21 a.m. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

an amusing amount i feel sick 

Sent 10:21 a.m.

You chuckle to it, roll on your back, but before your thumbs type away, the pending screen dings again. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

show me what you’re wearing 

Sent 10:22 a.m.

Then you’re off your shorts like you knew nothing of them, praying to lighting and an old thong to give you something you can nod to. For now, it’s a dim snap of your stomach down, shirt lazily tossed over the skin before a perceiver’s gaze will catch the strap of your thong hugging tight atop the curve of your hip. Not Pinterest-esque, but it’s honest work; it’s like you instantly know what Jungkook sounds like groaning to the sight. 

He smiles at the coordinator before dropping his gaze to his phone again, tucked under his table and the weight of the company, but now he couldn’t care less. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

woa shit im never used to it 

sexy

m

Sent 10:24 a.m.

The reminder to relax your body now that a camera isn’t pointing you doesn’t cross your mind. 

Secretary sent a message:

m?

Sent 10:24 a.m.

Jungkook finds himself giving advice he’s given millions of interns before, and it’s to keep a peeled eye. This goes for his board. His peers. It’s the emergency CEO talk he pulls out of his ass, but he knows everyone fawns over it, lowering his voice like he’s building an intimate rapport with the listeners. He’s still thinking about your skin. Keeps it brief, ends his attractive ment with something the coordinator can pick up on. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

that was my futile attempt to ask for more while i got called for advice 

be back later, i look suspicious 

Sent 10:26 a.m.

And it’s childish, but you always have a craving to divert his attention towards you. That’s the thrill, the sparkles in champagne, and when you down it and still walk in a straight line, you’re prideful. You’re an ace. And if you can juggle work and posing in front of a mirror with your teeth biting your shirt up, so be it. He’ll receive it and do something about it. That, you know. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

you

you minx

pls

save that for later

not noww

Sent 10:28 a.m.

You smile at it. It only makes you take a photo with your leg propped up your desk and your free hand teasing your inner thigh, enough so he’ll see more of your curves and lines despite the dim lighting that makes you look short on hemoglobin. 

He receives it with a bite to his lip, an itch to his loins. He tugs at his dress shirt lest he wants his interns eyeing at his nipples. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

_____ behave 

are you gonna listen or not

Sent 10:30 a.m.

You can hear him say it, let yourself feel his baritone ring at the seemings of your inner thighs. Then you take another photo, playful with your shirt draped all over your body enough that he has to make out your parts through the translucence of it, panties dangling by a teasing pointer. You don’t put text. Leave him with that raw photo, a prelude to complete nudity you’re sure he’ll hint at asking for.

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

gonna regret acting like that when i get to you baby 

if you wont let me sit through this meeting without a fucking hard on you have something coming to you 

Sent 10:32 a.m.

In his challenged unease, all he receives is a video this time. He flicks his phone’s ringer silent, and it vibrates in his palms. He clicks on it, 5 seconds of shit quality and you placing an arm over your splayed tits, shifting in bed as you had just propped yourself there. 

It’s trial for Jungkook not to make a growl at the back of his throat. But he’ll never stop to admit he fucking loves it. While an innocent intern is all eyes for him, he only has his for a secretary with a kink for hanging how hot she is over her boss’s head and making him eat it. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

later baby

pls

wait it out for me

Sent 10:34 a.m.

And he’s sure you won’t obey. He stares until you reply. 

Secretary sent a message:

Can’t.

Sent 10:34 a.m.

Within the span of time you know he waits for what you have in store, you fish for a box under your bed, grabbing the familiar texture you know too well of your bullet vibrator. Hot pink and all sorts of taunting when you send a clip of you ghosting the toy over your thighs and across. 

Jungkook waits a second before clicking on it, a breath held taught in his chest. 

He replays the video directly, eyes on for that second he gets a good look at your pussy. Replays it again with his thumb adjusting the player position so he could slow it himself. It’s his dick or his soul that jumps in his pants. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

fuck

Sent 10:35 a.m.

He’s typing, but you send a message before he can even proceed. 

Secretary sent a message:

If you’re hard, show me. 

Sent 10:35 a.m.

What you receive is a video. Rowdy with the intern coordinator’s voice and the rustle of the audio. His phone stills, and you see the strain of his thighs under navy blue dress pants, ascending enough so you see a prominent shadow bulging at his crotch. He has the audacity to squeeze at it, too, watch blinding at the sight. Your breath hitches. 

It’s nearly involuntary—how you press the vib harder, making your nerves frolic before you allow it to hover lightly over your skin again

Jungkook still has a gnawing fright for adjourning meetings he’s invited to sit through, so he sighs through the agony and makes sure no one hears. Thinking about what you must be doing to yourself. What you’re thinking. 

You have a lousy grip on your phone, a stupid front cam angle to show what you’re doing from the neck down. You huff a heavy breath and kick your hips like it’s script. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

fuckkkkkkk

i have to leave here

Sent 10:37 a.m.

You’re quick to play, corner him. 

Secretary sent a message:

If you don’t stay put, I’m not sending any more. 

Sent 10:37 a.m.

It’s like he hears your voice against his neck, telling him to sit his ass down and live with the shear in his Brionis. 

If Jungkook was the type of guy who would bust a nut over just about anything as much as Victorian men sexualized ankles, he’d lie to you and crawl to the bathroom of his office just to jerk it off. But he isn’t like that. Not close. He likes the tease, the tickle in his guts, the sound of your voice he conjures in his head with every text. 

Before he can get himself together, sit in a way his dick doesn’t poke at his zipper, his phone vibrates again. Another short clip. Back cam, sheets like a painting under your body, you rolling your hips against the toy. God, he wants to hear you; he feels his ears go red. 

Secretary sent a message:

Proof

You’re still in the meeting.,

Sent 10:39 a.m.

You get a selfie. It’s not proof, but he looks serious. And he looks hot. Exactly how you want him to look. Hair swept over crimson ears. Faking unfazed eyes. Then a video pops in. Same angle, but his eyes are directed somewhere in the room, scanning, reading, pretending to listen. Then a message. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

am i good at pretending i dont wanna fuck you so bad 

Sent 10:40 a.m.

You hum to that like a toast to the soft hum of the vibrator against you. You shut your eyes for a bit, sigh to the feeling boiling in your loins before your toes start to feel tickly and you’re kicking. 

Secretary sent a message:

So good, 

Sent 10:41 a.m.

You send a video too long. Front cam again this time. A stretch of you squirming and being unable to stay still, camera panning up for a few seconds to taunt him with the moans he won’t be able to hear, down again and showing how your hand ever so languidly motions the toy against where you’re pulsating for it. Your limbs are sweating, and it’s hotter where the sheets meet it. 

When Jungkook watches it, he presses down on his dick a bit, more unbothered than he could be about the fact probably everyone in the room has figured out his attention span is stretching nowhere towards them. He replays the part he sees your tits move with the heaving of your chest. Replays it again before replaying the part he sees how evidently wet you are. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

fuck holy shit

god

how good does that feel

describe it

Sent 10:42 a.m.

Secretary sent a message:

Feels

So tingly

Sent 10:42 a.m.

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

god yes

stay with me 

tell me more

show more

Sent 10:42 a.m.

There’s a vivid visual in your head, of his tight fist around his cock, too listless to take off his watch, a mess. Biting the hem of his dress shirt up lest he wants cum all over it, biting to keep quiet and another tight fist around his phone, flashing a playlist of all the media you’re sending in at this blessed hour. Your insides jump, tumble, then the sparkle on the surface of your skin follows. You make sure to film this bit, show him how your head’s restless, shaking from one side to another as if pushing an orgasm away. Then a separate clip for where he craves you. Your hips rolling against the toy, coaxing. 

Jungkook tries to look for a sign this meeting’s fucking ending in the coordinator’s eyes but to no avail. He replays the shit out of that second clip, wondering how wet that’d feel against him. His dick aches. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

so wet 

do you enjoy this

making me harder than anyone could ever

in the middle of a meeting

Sent 10:44 a.m.

He knows what he’s doing, feeding your kinks like that, making your eyes roll into your head. You want to lose yourself in it, but it’s never as much as how much you want to stretch out the anguish of being nothing but witness to your bliss for him. 

Secretary sent a message:

Want to cum. 

Sent 10:46 a.m.

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

do it

show me

gonna stroke my cock to it later

Sent 10:46 a.m.

At this point, he’s not even looking up, in heated anticipation for that One Thing he knows is coming. He feels himself throbbing, wishes he could make you feel it, but for now, he’ll let you bathe in it. 

2 minutes and nothing, leaving him with a clean slate and your previous ministrations to imagine what your body looks like. How you sound. How you roll your hips, cry his name or something along the lines of Sir and throw his last name in, how you veer the vib away from your cunt unless you want your body spasming into nothing. Laboured breathing. A smile. 

He gets the video, obsesses over it until the interns are rustling into a stand, ready to mark their thanks and congratulations before he could even take his eyes off you. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

motherfuck _____

fuckmeetings over 

brb

Sent 10:48 a.m.

Along with the boring connotation of a brb, you get two clips ten minutes succeeding your orgasm. First video is a lazy front cam, exactly how you pictured, bringing the hem of his shirt to his teeth, hair falling over his eyes, all the other lights but one switched off. The screen flips, and he’s undoing his belt, a palpable bulge where you know it is. 

The second video is unstable; his belt almost rattling to how hard he pumps himself, and you hear him straining. Then it’s cum and tattered breaths. 

You have a second orgasm that morning. 

[cangums-regrow]

Can Gums Regrow?

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There are a number of ways to get toothpaste which includes each of the ingredients that you require, however they aren't as popular as toothpastes which contain natural ingredients. Thus, if you can't find toothpaste that has natural ingredients in it, then you may choose to use and get some different toothpaste.

You may also start looking in to using natural strategies to reverse receding gums that will help to promote the good bacteria in your mouth. One of the better natural methods to do so is to drink a lot of water.

Drink at least eight glasses of water a day. That's a enormous number, however it is much better than eating a lot of processed food, which can be full of sugars and other additives. You could also use natural techniques to reverse receding gums by taking a herbal nutritional supplement. Try obtaining a nutritional supplement which includes ginger root and flaxseed.

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There Are Plenty of Natural Techniques to Reverse Receding Gums.  And when it has to do with natural procedures, they don't really appear to become a dime a dozen. In the event that you can't ever have them, there are better alternatives.

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Mouthwash is just a common thing in many households now. People using mouthwash would be surprised at how quickly it can help protect their teeth. You can find some mouthwash ingredients which may help help prevent diseases and an easier method to keep teeth clean, for example a regular trip to the dentist.

Will Gum Tissue Grow Back?

Our regular life style is not great for our overall health. It might be a very good idea to limit the amount of salt you have on a daily basis. Sodium is also in salt, after all. The high content of sodium in our diet was linked to heart disease, stroke, higher blood pressure, low levels of their body's natural glucose, sugar, and just overall illness.

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Foods with anti oxidants, including citrus fruits, dark green leafy vegetables, cranberries, and watercress, are shown to possess anti-viral and anti-bacterial properties.  They also contain phytochemicalsthat are plant compounds that can prevent the production of toxins from the body. These substances can decelerate the aging process, boost brain function, reduce pain, increase physical exercise, and help improve your overall health.

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Now is a fantastic time to adjust things up in your everyday routine. Start eating healthy and getting the antioxidants.

You might be happily surprised by the information you can locate there. !

There really are a lot of natural techniques to reverse receding gums.  Many people who suffer with this illness have no idea that they are doing anything wrong. In fact, lots of people with this particular condition, and that refuse to deal with it with any sort of medical treatment, are completely unaware they are suffering from gum disease.

If you are worried with your teeth and wish to start looking for more natural approaches to reverse gum disease, you then will require to become knowledgeable on just how to deal with the problem that is causing the pain. You should be aware that lots of medical practitioners believe that the cause of this problem is oral cancer.

Unfortunately, the situation can become worse without treatment. This means that there are alternative methods that you can see to the condition that have a far greater success rate compared to traditional procedures.

Many people who've considered natural techniques to reverse receding gums never bother to learn about the symptoms with the illness. By merely studying the symptoms, you should begin treating the problem at a timely way.

Receding gums are a frequent symptom of gum disease.  When there is bacteria or plaque gift, it can lead to a lot of discomfort and pain for people who suffer from it.

Can Gum Grow Back?

The good bacteria in your mouth to start to deteriorate as the illness progresses. But lots of people don't understand that they will need to eat more raw fruits and vegetables, as these foods often nourish the good bacteria.

The thing you want to do is find natural approaches to reverse receding gums to help nourish the good bacteria in your mouth.  Among the very first things you should do is locate a quality toothpaste.

Some of the very popular toothpastes available on the market today contain ingredients that can help protect your teeth and protect against plaque build up. The problem with these hot toothpastes is they don't feature any of the natural ingredients that you need.

There are several ways to get toothpaste that comprises each of the ingredients you require, however they're not as hot as toothpastes that contain natural ingredients. Consequently, if you fail to find toothpaste that has natural ingredients in it, you may want to use and locate some different toothpaste.

You could also start looking in to using natural ways to reverse receding gums which will help to promote the very good bacteria in your mouth. One of the best natural methods to do so would be to drink lots of water.

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Drink at least eight glasses of water each day. That's a huge number, however it's far better than eating a lot of processed foods, that is packed with sugars and other additives. You could also use natural ways to reverse receding gums by taking a herbal supplement. Consider obtaining a nutritional supplement which includes ginger root and flaxseed.

[itsmareecheatham]

4 ways to improve your ‘Health & Wellbeing’ when working from home

1.  Treat it like a workday In the midst of the COVID-19 outbreak, we’ve been thrust into a state of almost complete isolation. As such, working from home is on the menu for many.

While working home, in many cases, is proven to boost productivity levels—for many, navigating an entire professional week remotely is an alien concept—something that applies to workers across industries.

 Conveniences and creature comforts coupled with the fish out of water-like sensationworking from home can evoke (if you’re not used to it) and prove difficult to deal with at first. And, as such, bad habits are easily formed.

If you’re reading this and thinking “this is me”—don’t panic because were at HumbleWorks (currently remote) HQ, we’ve got your back (quite literally).

 To help enhance your current professional situation while preventing long-term physical or mental damage, here are four practical ways to boost your health and wellbeing levels while working from home.

Working from home: the perils of sitting

Before we delve any deeper into our working from home wellbeing tips, it’s important to consider just how detrimental constant sitting is for your existing and long-term health.

Studies show that by limiting excessive sitting to three hours a day, you can increase your life expectancy by two whole years. That said, sitting down hunched at your desk for long periods of time is likely to shorten your life expectancy.

Recent discoveries also reveal that sitting-based sedentary lifestyles is almost as bad for you as is smoking. 

The result?The possible (but very real) prospect of deep vein thrombosis, varicose veins, increased risk of heart disease and certain cancers, chronically bad hips and back, and anxiety.

Based on this notion, fostering healthy habits while working from home and adjustable standing desk for set periods of time is the way forward. 

Top ‘working from home’ health & wellbeing tips

Now that you understand the importance of investing in your professional health and you’re familiar with the perils of excessive sitting, it’s time to look at our working from home wellbeing tips.

1.  Treat it like a workday

This may appear obvious, but you would be amazed at just how many people overlook this simple yet vital concept: when working from home, treat it like a workday.

Waking up at inconsistent times, skipping the morning shower, or lounging around in your slacks isn’t conducive to a happy, healthy, or productive work environment.

That said, although you are at home, you should try to follow a set routine as you would on a regular workday:

Set your alarm at the same time each day.

Follow your morning ‘getting ready’ ritual.

Eat and snack at consistent times.

Take time to clear your head before you start working

Have a designated workspace that is clean, convenient, and organized.

If you do these things, you will reduce the chances of getting into poor habits or remaining inactive for long periods of time.

2. Fuel your mind & body

A healthy body is a healthy mind, and vice-versa. So, make sure that when you eat, you choose something that will fill you up while making you feel great (you should also treat yourself sometimes, too).

Certain foods will help you remain mentally focused, in turn, boosting your professional productivity rates while helping you maintain consistently high levels of health.

Here are some suggested foods to boost your health and wellbeing when working from home: 

Raw nuts

Oily fish

Berries

Sweet potato

Guacamole and whole-wheat crackers

Fresh fruit

Homemade granola

Quinoa and pulses including chickpeas and lentils

Eggs

Lean chicken

These foods are packed with nutrients and are known to help increase workplace wellbeing health and generic wellness. Also, here are some simple ideas that will inspire you for healthy work from home snacking.

3. Take regular screen breaks

When you’re working from home, it’s tempting to work in big spurts of productivity then kick back for hours at a time. This level of imbalance will only serve to hinder your health and wellbeing.

By taking frequent screen breaks (five to six minutes every 45 minutes or so) and walking around, stretching, or getting some fresh air, you will benefit from increased focus and a more positive mental mindset.

Taking regular screen breaks will also save strain on your eyes while encouraging movement—which brings us onto our final point.

4. Don’t slouch, don’t sit (too much)

Revisiting the excessive sitting scenario for a moment...if you want to increase your health and wellbeing when working from home while reducing your risk of long-term health complications, standing up is key.

Here are some clear-cut benefits from standing up and adopting good posture while you work. Standing...

Helps your heart

Improves your posture

Increases your productivity

Extends your life expectancy

Strengthens your core

Makes your glutes more attractive!

By adjustable standing desk for even half of your workday in addition to eating well and fostering a solid routine, not only will you achieve great things but you will see your wellbeing levels soar.

"Take care of your mind; your body will thank you. Take care of your body; your mind will thank you."—Debbie Hampton

Right now, we’re wading through challenging times, but with the right attitude, we can all get where we need to be. 

To help you increase your work from home life, here at HumbleWorks, we’ve developed a set of stunning standing desks that are portable, completely ergonomic, built to last, and made from 100% sustainable materials.

If you’re working from home right now and want to turn a new leaf, explore our two signature standing desks and take those first big steps towards a happier, healthier home-based workplace.

Oh, and if you have any questions about who we are or what we do, please get in touch—we’re here to help.