#and the lady was like well you can't do that you have to dye it brown first

[ishikawayukis]

bought some hair dye and i'm ready to fuck my hair up (on wednesday)

[smuthospital]

🎃⭐️Texas Chainsaw Massacre x reader⭐️🎃

Art by: Minilev

Premise: You go hiking with a friend and this bitch has the audacity to leave you alone. You end up hitchhiking with some hippies, but their van gets a flat! Oh no! Good thing there's a farmhouse nearby. Maybe they can help

Note: I had this in the drafts for awhile. I decided to whip it out for halloween. Enjoy. Say one thing bad thats not constructive criticism and its a block. Tired of these fucking kids smh. Also, imagine everyone with a soulthern accent

-Dr. Smut

Minors DNI

Warning: Non-Con, side charicter death, mentions of gore, kidnapping, fem reader

"So uh..thanks for picking me up." You say with a nervous smile. You refrain from coughing as the strong smell of marijuana floods your nose. Right now, you're in a classic 70s Volkswagen van, hitchhiking through Texas. Your friend convinced you to go backpacking with her, but a quarterway through, she ditched you to continue the trip with her new boyfriend. Some junky she met at a gas station. You can't exactly turn tail and go home because she took the car, and stranded you in the middle of nowhere so, you had no choice, but to catch a ride with some hippies.

"No prob, sweet cheeks. Anything for a pretty lil' lady like yourself." The driver looks back at you for a moment and winks. You think he may like you. You cringe slightly. "Eddy has a crush on you! Ain't that right, Ed?" A girl next to you wearing a tie-dye crop top pokes Edds back a couple of times. "Well, who wouldn't?" He chuckles. You play with your fingers nervously. You've been driving along a dusty, desolate path through some empty part of Texas for a while now. You've always been perturbed by the idea of Texas. Americans and with their guns and hot temper and all. It seems you may have watched too many scary movies. You haven't seen a soul for miles, let alone a house, just tall grass and more tall grass.

The car suddenly jolts and you're all jostled around. The girl sitting next to you clings to you as the driver slams the brakes. You gasp for air, your heart pounding a mile a minute. "Huh!? W-what the!?" Edd shouts before hopping out to investigate. You cautiously slip out the back and join him. Edd lifts a spiked wire. It's still stuck in the now flat tire. "Some asshole must'a dropped it here while delivering somethin'," he says as he drops it back on the ground. It popped the back tires. You pull out your phone. No service. Of course.

"Do you have any spares?" You ask, hoping to get out of this creepy place. "Unfortunately these are the spares, sweet cheeks." He sighs. "Weren't you supposed to buy more, Ed?" Ann shouts from the window. "This is no time to argue! We have to get help!… Look, There's a farmhouse right there. Let's hope someone's home." He says, walking towards it.

You hesitantly follow them to the creepy house. "I'm gonna check the farm, you two knock on the door." Edd doesn't give anyone time to respond before he walks off. You walk up to the front door and Ann knocks. You feel like you're being watched. You shift from foot to foot nervously. A few minutes pass and no word. Not even a sound. "What the? Where's Edd? If no one was home, he should be back by now!" Ann looks around. You begin feeling incredibly anxious. "Let's go find that idiot," she says and walks off quickly, you follow behind her. You can't leave her to do it by herself so you agree. You walk over to the farm and see…the gate open.

"H..hello?" You call. "E-Edd?"…No response. The two of you cautiously walk into the house. It smells like wood and iron. You see a red smudge on the wall…weird. This is getting scary. "Ann…I think we sh-" You're cut off by a blood-curdling scream from Ann. You quickly go over to the open doorway she's looking at to see a horrific sight. Edd has been cut to pieces. You hold back bile in your throat and grab Ann. "Let's go!" You shout. She snaps out of her trance and follows you to the entryway, only for the two of you to halt in your tracks.

Standing there is a giant, his hulking frame filling the doorway. He's the scariest thing you've ever seen in your life. A mask covers half his face, and in his arms is a chainsaw. You make eye contact with the beast and scream. Ann yanks you deeper into the house, hoping to find an exit. The man follows you, hot on your trail. You see a back door and try to open it, but it's locked. Cassie then barely avoids losing her arm as she dodges the giant.

He hasn't tried to attack you yet. You grab a chair and smash it through a window. You pick up a plant and throw it at the man, who cornered Ann. He's completely unphased, but pauses and looks at you as if to warn you. You toss his warning to the wind and jump on his back. "Ann, go!" You scream. Ann runs towards the window but stops when another man shorter than the man you're currently on top of, smashes a hammer onto her head.

You hear a crack and she falls to the floor, limp. "Ann!" You cry. Your body was then slammed to the floor by the hulking, chainsaw-wielding psychopath. You whimper and crawl backwards. You hit a wall and he lifts his chainsaw towards you. You're thankful It's turned off. You close your eyes and wait for death. You feel the blade lightly touch your collarbone…and then gently move down between your breasts and to the junction between your spread legs…he rubs your thigh with the chainsaw lightly, as if thinking. You look up at him in confusion. He tosses the saw to the side and grabs your face in his large hand. He tilts your head from side to side, examining you.

"Think she's pretty, Tommy?" The man who just attacked Ann asked.

'Tommy', the giant holding your face grunts and nods. You're horrified. Does this monster think you're pretty? "Yeah, I agree, Tommy. Good thing you didn't turn her into dinner… though, I don't think you were gonna. You had your eye on her since their car landed in our road trap." He laughed. Trap!? This was all a setup!? Did he say dinner!? Your head is spinning.

Tommy looped his bur waist arm around your waist and hoisted you up, placing you on his shoulder like you weighed a small sack of potatoes. "H-hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" You shout, pounding your hands on his back, but it doesn't even look like he knows you're hitting him. You hear footsteps and look up to see an old woman looking over at you. “P-please help me” you whimper. She smiles down at you sweetly.

"Well, I do say, you sure found yourself a sweet little thing. Ain't that right, Thomas.” The hulking figure above you grunts in agreement. You cry as you realize she has no intention of helping you in the least. “She has a pretty voice too…Take care of my Tommy, girl!” She warns, glaring down at you. “Tommy. Get'er to pop out a few farmhands, will you?" All blood drains from your face. They…want you to…what? Tommy carries you down into a dark, creepy basement. You almost puke. You see dead bodies hanging from hooks and dismembered limbs and bones strewn about….is that Edd? You're carried down a hallway and into a room. The room is empty besides a dirty mattress in a corner. He throws you on the mattress and begins to undress you immediately.

You scream and try to stop him, but he's just too strong. "P-Please stop!" You cry. Tears flow down your cheeks and you hiccup. Tommy leans down and wipes away your tears, not calming you in the slightest. He strips you down to your bra and panties and takes a good look at you, drinking up your body. You can see the lust in his eyes. He grunts in excitement and removes his bloody apron. You curl your body up and hide yourself from him. He softly strokes your cheek and hugs you like you're a teddy bear. He's oddly gentle, but you feel he's losing patience. He taps your shoulder a few times, silently urging you to show yourself to him. when you don't, his taps become a little harder. He grunts in annoyance. He presses himself into you, trying to get closer. You feel his hard cock through his pants and try to shuffle back.

He grunts in frustration, yanking your arm and knees apart, forcing your body to reveal. You need to do something!…" Please,… don't hurt me, Tommy" He only stares into your eyes. You can see emotions swirl in his eyes before he lets go of you and stomps out of the room. Looks like he's giving you time to cooperate. You bring your hands to your face and sob. You look up. You have to get out of here! You hope to god you can do this. You get up and tip-toe towards the door as quietly as you can. You slowly open it and slide it open just enough for you to fit through, which proves to be quite difficult as it's very heavy. You don't know how the monster did it before.

You continue to quietly make your way down the dark hallway, missing the dark shadow to your side. You try not to look around too much at the carnage before making your way up the stairs. You find the window you previously broke now boarded up. You take a deep breath, preparing to make a run for the front door. You haven't heard anyone yet so you think you're still in the clear. You make it to the front door and just as you're about to try and open it, your body is slammed against the wall, your breath knocked out of you. You cough and groan. You feel dizzy. You look up to see Tommy staring down at you with a look of anger. Was he waiting for you to try to escape?

You grit your teeth before lifting your knee to knee him in the crotch, but he anticipates it and grabs your leg, lifting it. He makes space for himself between your legs and lets his large hands roam your bare midriff and up to your breasts where he proceeds to rip off your bra, revealing your chest to him. You whimper in pain and try to hide yourself, earning yourself a shove into the wall, banging your head slightly.

The corners of your eyes go dark for a few moments. Your head stops spinning when he leans down and slides his tongue up your cheek. His other hand reaches down and roughly grabs at your clothed cunt. He makes sounds of excitement once again. Saying you're terrified would be an understatement. You feel his fingers cup and wiggle around down there, not knowing what to do, but liking the feeling of doing it.

You again try to shove him off as best you can. He grunts in annoyance and moves the hand previously on your chest up to your throat. Your whimpers and please turn into choked gasps and gurgles as he squeezes. He gets even closer and you can feel something hard rub against your lower stomach. "Get her, Tommy, get her!" You hear from behind him. He grunts in response and tears off your underwear. He brings it to his nose and inhales. His eyes roll back a bit as if smelling the most heavenly scent imaginable.

You now realize he's probably never held a woman before and he's completely deprived of any sort of warm human touch. "Common, Tommy, gimme that! You get to have her, the least I should get is her undies!" His brother pleads. Tommy contemplates holding the small bit of cloth in front of him before tossing it back, which his brother catches and desperately presses to his face, moaning into the fabric like it's an oxygen mask.

Tommy grabs your hair and begins dragging you back down to the basement. You scream in pain and grab onto his hand for any relief as you're forced to the ground. "No! Please! Ahh Stop!" You cry out. He drags your naked body down the blood-crusted steps and makes his way back to the room you dread. He tosses you onto the mattress once again. By the time you manage to get up on your knees, you hear a clinking sound and turn to see him undoing his belt.

You crawl into the corner as he gets on his knees before you, his shadow casting over you. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall off. You now know that trying to inflict pain on him is futile. Muscles that scream he could crush you like a soda can. Not only is he as big as a fridge, but he also looks like an off-season pro wrestler. You can see a very prominent bulge struggling to free itself. The size of the tent itself is intimidating.

His eyes lock on yours as he slowly unzips his belt and frees his aching cock. You look away and feel his weight settle on the bed closer to you. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face. He grabs your legs and yanks you beneath him, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his bulbous tip rub up and down your folds. "Please…" Your eyes widen and you trail off as your eyes lower to what's prodding at your cunt. You want to look away, but morbid curiosity wins. It's almost unbelievable. His cock like himself, is too big. It's long, very thick and veiny. It looks like a beer can. You can just tell he's smiling under his mask.

He slowly pushes the tip in. You try to scoot back, but he grips your hips with his massive hands and pushes forward, but fails entry, seeming too big. He grunts in frustration. He tries again, this time managing to push the tip in. You scream. It hurts so bad. "No, y-you're too big!" you gasp, squirming in place. He holds your hips tighter and continues pushing forward, impaling you on his cock, all the way to the base.

Your mind blanks. You're unable to think cohesively. You're in so much pain. He lets out a groan of pleasure and doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size and just starts moving. It feels like your organs are moving around to accommodate his massive size. You look down to see a large bulge in your lower stomach. You whimper and groan as he thrusts. "W-why?" You croak. He looks up at you before lifting your knees, pressing them to your chest and leaning on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him push deeper into your womb, the tip of his cock threatening to push through your cervix. He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, cooing softly to you affectionately while playing with your hair as if to say 'I love you'.

You cry beneath him, moans being forced from your lips as his hips plow into yours. Tommy grabs your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can hear him making happy sounds of some sort between grunts. He suddenly picks you up and gets off the bed with you in his arms, skewering you on his cock. He raises you up and down like a human fleshlight. You uncontrollably moan into his shoulder. His hands grope your ass as he starts to force you up and down faster. It feels good. You can't help but feel shame.

He grunts loudly and forces himself as deep as he can. You whine as you feel a rush of hot cum flow into you. Rope after rope, he fills you up. You feel so hot inside. Your stomach bloats from the sheer volume he fucked into you. He pants and looks at you, rubbing your cheek with his. He slowly lifts you off his cock, cum pouring from your abused cunt before setting you down on the mattress. He covers you with a thick warm blanket and brushes your hair from your face, stroking it with his thumb lovingly. If you knew this was gonna be a one-way trip, you would've brought some pillows.

[haystarlight]

What if mlp characters had Tumblr

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I have a princess conference in the morning but that won't stop me from staying up till 3 am on AO3. Mama needs her bedtime stories

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OP go to sleep or I will eat your crown

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All of you are like "would you fuck your clone?" hypothetically but, in practice, clones are too dumb to give consent and that's the real reason why I didn't sleep with any of my clones when I had the chance

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OP you still have a chance

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It's always "take off the evil amulet! it's corrupting your mind!" and never "oh! you look so pretty in your new amulet!"

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Celestia forbid ladies do anything

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Um, would you guys please stop voting for my boyfriend?

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Y'all know how some families got a gay cousin and all 'em other cousins are straight? Well mah family's the opposite. Ah don't even think we got a straight cousin!

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Mah sister says we have to assimilate other ponies into our family so the family name don't die out. She would do numbers here

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GUYS I'M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAYS

I've just been on the hospital (again) cause I got zapped by lightning (again)

But I promise I'll update my Daring Do/Reader fic as soon as I can! Thanks for the patience, love you guys!

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It's okay, take your time! I'll just reread the old chapters in the meantime

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"how are you so good at fashion" well you'd be an expert in fashion too if you'd spent 20 years in the closet

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My sister in Celestia that closet was made of glass

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Nothing like coming back from exhile just to find your bedroom was replaced by a whole ass forest

Some people have no respect for others belongings

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I don't control the growing of the magical forest, bitch

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Rude

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Don't think I forgot about that time in 500 B.E. that you stole my ice cream

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You can't hurt me I have mommy AND daddy issues I'm unstoppable

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OP do you need me to adopt you

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I would love that actually

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*levitates my cat out of the way so I can use the sewing machine, which I need for my job*

my cat: YOU LIFT OPALESCENCE?!?!???! YOU LIFT HER WITH YOUR WICKED SORCERY?!??!!!! YOU ASSERT CONTROL OVER HER WITH YOUR MAGIC?!?!??! OHHHHH!!! MOTHER IS EVIL!!!!!

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Girlfriend is out of town all week so I'm gonna dye my mane and tail green

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WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING

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She's all my self control

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[ainnur]

"Pink and Yellow Cover The Pain" -Fanfic

Sumary : After being possesed by Lady Bone Demon, Bai He have white stroke on her hair. She hated how it look because it make her look like old lady and so much like the Bone Demon herself. Then she ask Wukong for help and Wukong help her cover the white hair...

A/N : Soooo Im not really a writer I just wrote this for fun so there will be some mistake. And my english kinda shitty. This base of my au "What Still Frozen au". Character can be Ooc

"Pink and Yellow Cover The Pain " -by Ainnur

"Have you done this before?"

"Nope, I never even touch a hair dye before, can you belive that?"

Hearing that Bai He isn't actually sure how to feel about it. On one hand, she actually scare to let this happend but on other hand, she just doesn't care anymore. What else could Bai He lost? Her hair already demaged real bad because of the Bone Demon and Bai He is forever piss about it.

To put it simple, Bai He loved her hair so much. She loves brushing and styling it however she want and it will look cute. Thanks to her cousin Ayu who always press on how important the hair care is, Bai He able to keep her hair healthy for a long time. Her hair is long like her mother and have a colour of her dad's. What used to be soft and silky beautiful hair now letf dry and kinda dead. No matter what she do, it just seem that she can't bring her old back. She hates that.

Another thing is, being Lady Bone Demon host body left her with ugly white stroke of hair. Not only it make Bai He look like old lady, it make Bai He look like more the Bone Demon herself. Bai He know it just make sense that Bone Demon make Bai He look like be when using her body like a puppet. That old demon bitch... That just make her hated her hair even more and want to get rip of it.. She decide to tell Wukong about it and ask his opinion. He'll understand right? Afterall, he got same white stroke of hair like her. Even he dont understand, he will help her and she just know it. She didnt expect this...

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Bai He take a big gulp of water and huff in satisfaction. Right now she at Pigsy's Noddle with Wukong sitting next to her. It's somehow become their little thing to just eating noddle and talk about random things. Bai He enjoy this simple times with Wukong and she always get to eat delicious noddle that Wukong always pay for her. Wukong doesn't seem to mind and Bai He won't complain about it. Why would she? We talk about free food!

Bai He take a look at Wukong who seem lost in thought while waiting for his noddle to cold down. That one thing Bai He notice about Wukong. He always waits for any of his food to cold down. It's not just cold down enough that you can eat the food when is still warm , no, Wukong waited until all the heats is completely gone. Where the enjoyment of that?? But again not like Bai He would say anything about it. If Wukong like his food like that, who is she to judges loudly?

"Umm...you good kid? You kinda looking at me for solid 3 minutes now. Did I have something on my face?" Wukong's voice able to pull Bai He back from her thought.

"No. You're fine Monkey King " Bai He actually double check Wukong's face to make sure of it.

"It's just...." Bai He take few breath try to form a right sentence to tell Wukong. Few seconds pass as Wukong wait for her to tell him whatever she in her mind right now.

"I hate my hair...." Saying that, she get Wukong full attention as he push his bowl of noddle aside wanting to actually hear her.

"I hate what she done to my hair and how it make me look like....Her.. And I just want the damage to be gone." She grab her hair a bit on her palm not actually looking at Wukong as she focus on her hair right now. It's silence for seconds as Wukong try to process what Bai He just tell him.

"Well you can cut it-"

"No" she cut Wukong words fast

"I don't want to cut it.I just...cant..part of with didnt allowed that." Bai He cant actually explain why she didnt want to cut it, she just know she attach to it.

"I just want to 'cover' it like you..." Bai He words stiff while she looking at Wukong this time. Other thing Bai He know about Wukong is that Wukong uses magic thing call glamours or something to hide his real appearance to other. Even from MK. He cover the white stroke of hair using that and make his hair look normal. Bai He is silently jealous of that ability of Wukong because how is that fair? Why he can just look how ever he want with snap of finger and she just cant? Oh how she wish she have the ablity too.

"I get an idea!" Wukong said with smile planning something in his head. Oh boy....

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That bring us to now. Both Bai He and Wukong is walking to her bathroom after Wukong show up next day with big bag full with hair dye. Hair dye .....Why Bai He didn't about that sooner?! Maybe she so stress and that just didnt cross her mind. Bai He was suprise when she saw the bag full with different colours of hair dye boxs for first time when Wukong show up.

"I don't know what colour you prefer so I just bring everything and let you choose " Wukong simply said that and leave Bai He watching him with unbeliveable face. This monkeyyyyyy.

"Well..you like pink, right?" Wukong asks with a smile, holding a box pink hair day in his hand. He right about that, Bai He loves the colour pinks. It's remind her of her cousin who like wearing pink. In other words, pink is pretty colour. Some people would say that pink is not a real colour as it is just shade of red. They were right about that but Bai He doesn't care, It's pretty and that only thing matter. Pink could be lovely colour that bright up the mood but it also can be sickening when it's to much

"Yeah, I want pink" She decide on that with smile. If anything happend it happend and Bai He could not careless. Wukong only respon saying she make a great choice and preparing the dye. While Wukong busy, Bai He want to go through the bag again and that when she notice something is moving inside. "Little monkey!?" Yeah one of Wukong's subject follow Wukong hear in the bag. The little monkey then went to his king and climb on his shoulder. Wukong gigle for a bit and let the little monkey mix the hair dye. "Careful now little one" Wukong remind the monkey. Bai He watching everything with awe and get her attention back to the bag.

Inside of the back she find another colour, yellow. But with specific shade.... It's yellow but not just any yellow, it's have a bit of orange hue in it making it look more golden. It's Wukong type of yellow. Bai He dont know much about colour theory but the colour do remind her of Wukong. This yellow colour bring warm feeling to Bai He. It's provide comfort for Bai He with the bright and fun nature of the colour.

"I want this colour too" Bai He said without thinking. Wukong simply agree with her and Bai He cant help but smile at Wukong. Everything he did right now is for her and she really appreciate it. Colouring her hair with both colour would be fun. But again she didnt want to colour whole head, just the ugly white stroke. Will it look good? They'll find out about that later.

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"You sure, you never done this before?" Bai He ask suspicious with Wukong's skill right now. That monkey really tell her that he never dying people hair before but the way Wukong doing staff right now say the opposite.

"Yeahhhhh.....look Im gonna come clean. I watched few video online last night of how to dye hair and tried to do it on my own clone for a bit. " Last night...... Wukong learned to do everything by only a night. Not to mention he just learned it from some video online! Bai He she shouldn't question Wukong ability but to learn something THAT quick is just insane for her.

"Of course and now you're a hairdresser" Bai said sacasticly. Yeah, she bit jealous of that ability, who wouldnt? Wukong just laugh awkwardly at her comment. He so focus on working on Bai He hair with little help from the small monkey to actually say anything as Bai He sit in bathtub.

Bai He herself dont know what Wukong is doing but she trust Wukong completely. Even if everything didnt turn out well she know Wukong would think about something to fix it. Yup, no worry at all. She let Wukong and little monkey pull her hair and wrap it with aluminium foil that Wukong summon using his hair. The smell of hair dye kinda bad and strong.

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They have to wait for an hours as the box said. During that time all 3 of them do is watching some random drama from Bai He's phone to kill time. The drama actually good as all of them focus on the phone and not talking at all.

"No offend Monkey King but that women kinda remind me of you" She look at Wukong and back to her phone. The little monkey nod hearing that

"What do you mean?" Wukong raise a eyebrow because that women look nothing like him and many way.

"Both have shitty taste of man" Bai He answers him fast and she can hear Wukong gasping and little monkey cover it mouth.

" ExCuUsE you, I have FINE taste of man"

"Bullshit. You dated Macaque that say everything about you!!"

"Come on! That not fair!" Wukong pout at that. They bicker a bit with Wukong try to defend his pout taste in man and little monkey siding Bai He in this bickering.

After an hour it's finally time to wash off the dye. Wukong let Bai He do it herself as he take a towel for her. Bai He watch the leftover dye going down to the tub's hole. The pink and yellow colour get mix together creating redish-orange colour. Later she take the towel that Wukong give her and dry her hair off.

Bai He take deep breath as she preparing herself to look at mirror again. These past few she isnt doing well looking at mirror because she keep seeing HER. There is still cracks from where she punch the mirror. She still remember how worry Wukong is that time and everything was a mess.. Blood dripping from her fist and some stick to broken mirror. It was Wukong who help her treat the wound. But that is another story. Finally after have courage to look at mirror, Bai He eyes go wide seeing her own reflection.

"Sooooo...do you like it,kid?" Wukong ask softly while having little monkey on his shoulder. Bai He take a look at herself again at her broken mirror that she punched. The white hair stroke is now cover with pink and yellow colour. Both colour stand out from her original black hair.

"I..LOVE it!" Bai He is being honest. In her opinion, the colour was great combo and she love how it look so much. Her eyes sparkels as she see no more of white hair. Lady Bone Demon look nothing like her right now. Did Lady Bone Demon have have a sick and cool pink and yell hair stroke? No, she doesn't .

"Thank you so much, Monkey King!!" Bai He said happily as she hugs her mentor hard

"Anytime, kid" Wukong smile and hug her back. She then let go of Wukong and take out her phone fast as want she talking picture with her new hair colour and Wukong. Everything turn out fine and Bai He couldnt be more happy.

END :3

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[foptbw]

Timmy: Disclaimer I knoooow my notes have mispellings. I wrote it when I was frustrated and upset and mad! And sometimes words get all messed up when I'm scribbling down it too fast if that makes sense. Please don't make too much fun of me! I'm just so frustrated by this whole Odd Neighbors situation! Why do they like her more than me? Why? Why? Why? Anyway I know the Odd Neighbors are SOOOOOO weird. Even someone else mentioned even if Chester was right and they were on vacation for 10 thousands of days that would mean it would be 28 YEARS! Trust me guys the Odd neighbors do NOT look like they could be old enough to have gone on vacation for 28 years not unless they were like 5 to 10 when they went on vacation and is that even going on vacation? As for them never saying anything about hair dye, they have actually never even spoken to me! Even though I KNOW they had introduced themselves to The Wells! Thats not fair! They talk to the Wells but not me! And Mr and Mrs Wells don't even find their hair weird. Like its normal for people to just have pink and green hair even though they made comments bout my hair. Its just like how no one never ever notices how its weird for Blue lady and man to be blue! I've tried cornering the Odd Neighbors so many times but they always disappear like magic! Like as if they can turn invisible or into some item to hide from me! The only time it doesn't happen is when they are with that girl. But, I can't try to talk to them when they are with her. I'm positive they are fairies or possibly connected to my fairy parents. Fairies have a lot of connections with humans in different lore. The only time they ever let down their guard is with that girl! But I don't wannnnna try to talk to them when SHES around! I can't, I can't, I just can't do it. I'd be like Crocker. I'll never ever be like Crocker. Never ever. I don't care about fairies magic. I just… I just wanna find my family. I just want to know why I never fit in with humans. In stories fairies sometimes leave their children with humans. And changelings are often misunderstood and don't fit in with humans because they aren't humans. If I'm a changeling it would explain why my human parents thought they were going to have a daughter but had a son. Maybe THEIR real child was a daughter? It would explain why they never loved me. Why they never cared. It wouldn't be their fault. How can you blame humans for being unable to love a changeling? In stories changelings are often unable to be loved by their human parents. If I was a changeling than that means it wouldn't be my fault my fairy parents left. Maybe they had to leave. Maybe it wasn't safe for me and they thought making me a changeling would be better. But… if they ARE fairies and they ARE my fairy parents maybe they are avoiding me because I did something wrong. Maybe I did something and now they hate me? Or maybe when they came to check on my progress they were disappointed by me? If they are my fairy parents why do they like that girl but avoid me? What makes her better than me? Is it because she's a girl? Is it because she's cuter than me? Is it because she's normal? Or maybe I'm just unlovable? Too much trouble than I'm worth? Not good enough?

[hopepetal]

Hi I heard about the slightest possibility of Boatem buttercups and just decided to write a tiny thing with it. Short bc I don't have the time or wrist health to write more but I love them ok

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“I still think the dye was a little much,” Pearl commented as she wove flowers together with a masterful hand, “I mean, you're just stealing Jimmy's aesthetic at this point, aren't you?”

Grian huffed softly, rolling his eyes. “I'm showing team spirit, Pearl. And besides, you did...” He gestured toward her wings– feathered and shining a harvest gold. “...whatever that is, to your wings! That's way more than I did!”

“Should I have dyed my hair?” Mumbo asked, glancing up at the two siblings. “I mean, if you two are, well, so spirity...”

Impulse shrugged. “I already have yellow on me, so I think I'm good.”

Scar looked up from where he was helping Mumbo weave his own flower crown. “Well, I think you both look amayzin'. Just like real buttercups! Though Pearl, I'd love to know what sort of illusion magic you used for the whole look.” His eyes seemed to sparkle as he beamed. “I'm a curious man, you know!”

Pearl laughed, shaking her head. “A lady never reveals her secrets.”

“That's just unfair,” Grian muttered, “why do you get to keep secrets?”

Impulse smirked. “I think the better question is, why can't you?”

Grian shot him a glare. “I keep more secrets than you know!”

“Sure thing, poultry man.”

Grian squawked, and the rest of the Boatem Buttercups burst out laughing. “That's unfair, I've only told you four!”

Pearl set down her flower crown, raising her eyebrow. “After half of us found out on our own?”

Grian grumbled, going back to working on his flower crown. “You're all so mean to me.”

Scar laughed, reaching out and patting Grian's shoulder. “Aww, G, we don't mean it. I didn't know you were poultry man!”

Mumbo gave him a quizzical look. “Weren't you the first person–?”

“Nope!” Scar interrupted cheerfully. “Oh, Mumbo, you want to do it like this–” He went back to helping Mumbo with his flower crown.

Pearl hummed softly as she continued to make her crown, giving pointers when asked. Finally, upon finishing, she placed it on Impulse's head with a smile. “There ya go!”

Impulse chuckled, and gave Pearl the crown he'd been working on. “Just in time, apparently.”

Grian placed his flower crown on Mumbo's head, and Scar placed his on Grian. Finally finishing with his own crown, Mumbo gently set the crown he made on Scar's head.

“Perfect! Now we're all really the buttercups,” Grian declared.

[thinkingotherwise]

I decided to publish the short stories about Basen that I had on my WIP list, for a long, long time, and I'm not sure I'll finish writing out the whole fic.

Basen x Fem! Seamstress! reader

First meeting HC and short stories

HC of some first interactions between the two as well as some bg info

(Y/n) BG info

(Y/n)'s very pretty and quickly catches the attention of nearby people with her light purple kimonos and gentle smile.

Because of her working mostly for Verdigris House, she knows a lot of things when it comes to conducting conversations and pleasing other people.

Inside her home, she's very disorganised and usually wears clothes with ink stains, because of her drawing new dresses. She has many pieces of materials and clothing, which are the only things that seem to be organised in her room.

She is often seen to be carrying a tube for her designs and/or a new dress in a pretty package.

She's not super strong that she could fight someone but she is strong enough to carry the materials she needs and she is agile and quick enough to run away if in trouble.

She's easily flustered and her cheeks are warm almost all the time. She doesn't wear makeup. Of course, like in Maomao's case the Madam from Verdigris wants her to be a courtesan but she disagrees, she thinks she's not pretty enough and has almost no tolerance for alcohol.

She prefers creating dresses and kimonos for other people.

She tries to be nice and kind to everyone she meets but if someone disrespects her she won't hold herself back to tell them off. She spends most of her money on new materials and clothes and with the rest she tries to help some people, that can't afford food or medicine.

Her father works at the police while her mother helps taking care of her siblings's children. Her father is very protective of his only daughter but hesitantly agrees to let her work as a seamstress for Verdigris.

MaoMao and (Y/n)

Maomao and (Y/n) are friends, as both girls while working at Verdigris met up and talked about different things usually about plants that can dye the fabrics or make the texture different.

(Y/n) is slightly older than Maomao, so whenever they meet she worries about the younger girl, especially after knowing how the apothecary tests poison on herself.

(Y/n) is sometimes called (N/n) as a term of endearment by those close to her: Maomao, the Three Princesses, Madam, and her family. She gets flustered when someone else calls her that, she especially flushes when someone she finds attractive calls her that.

First meeting

Basen was waiting for Maomao to be her attendant for another poison-connected task. When the apothecary finally appeared he turned towards the carriage but didn't notice the girl rushing with a tube and package in tow and bumped into her making her fall.

Maomao instantly recognised the girl and helped her get up while collecting the package as the girl grabbed the tube.

"(N/n), what are you doing here? Are you rushing to Verdigris?" Maomao asked.

The older girl wiped the dirt from her kimono and turned happily to her friend.

"Maomao, I'm happy to see you. No, I've just bought the new materials and can't wait to get to work on this new kimono that I thought of." She smiled brightly and took a good look at the shorter girl.

"You look happy, is it a new poison?" (Y/n) asked and Maomao joyfully nodded and wanted to talk but a cough cut her off.

"Apothecary, we need to go. I don't have time for your chit-chats. I'm sorry Lady (N/n) but we must be on our way." Basen said firmly.

The older girl immediately flustered when she heard him call her by the nickname. She stared at him taking in his pretty eyes and good figure.

Maomao giggled at the same time knowing well enough why her friend was so flustered.

"I- I see. Then Maomao you can come visit me in my workshop after you're finished. I'm sorry for stopping you Sir, have a nice day." (Y/n) said quickly and turned in the direction she was going quickly running to her workshop.

Basen followed the girl with his gaze before turning back to the apothecary who was grinning widely.

"Get in." He told her motioning towards the carriage and sat beside her.

Getting to know his name

"Master Jinshi, Sir Gaoshun, this is my friend (Y/n). She's working as a seamstress mostly for Verdigris."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Master Jinshi, Sir Gaoshun. I'm thankful you're taking such good care of Maomao."

"Wait, I thought her name was (N/n)." Basen asked confused as his gaze moved to (Y/n).

The girl flushed at that and shook her head before turning towards the younger male.

"That's a nickname of sorts that my family and friends call me."

He blushed after hearing that and bowed down.

"I apologize for calling you that, Miss (Y/n)."

"It's fine. In return, you can tell me your name." She smiled softly at him pointing the fact that all this time he hadn't introduced himself.

"Aah.. my name is Basen, I'm the second son of Gaoshun and attendant of Master Jinshi."

"It's nice to officially meet you Basen."

Gaoshun raises his brow at the conversation between the two and Maomao grinned.

"So you're a seamstress? Isn't your father a police officer?"

A voice called and (Y/n) turned towards the purple-haired male.

"Yes, I sew kimonos mostly for the courtesans but I had some made for other officials as well. As for my father, yes he works in the police."

A little private cliche moment

"Miss (Y/n), what are you doing up there?" A voice called behind the girl making her startled.

"Whaa-" The seamstress fell down the ladder as the male voice surprised her.

She closed her eyes before meeting the floor but all she heard was a grunt and she felt something holding her tightly. (Y/n) opened her eyes to be met with Basen who flushed under her gaze but his hold on her stayed and she slowly relaxed in his arms leaning against his chest.

"Sir Basen, you surprised me. Why are you here?" She questioned and he sighed before responding.

"Master Jinshi is asking for your presence"

"Oh, did something happen to Maomao? Why would he need me?" (Y/n) asked slightly worried for her friend.

"The apothecary is good, don't worry. It's something about a dress for someone in the rear court, that's all I know."

The seamstress's eyes glimmered at the mention of the rear court and she shivered at the possibility of her sewing a dress that would be worn by someone there. Basen felt the girl shiver in excitement and smiled seeing her gleaming eyes.

"Well then, let's go." The girl said and smiled brightly making Basen automatically turn towards the doors of her workshop. She then giggled and made the attendant stop when she patted his shoulder.

"I think you should let me down before we leave." At her words, Basen noticed that he still held her against his chest and quickly put her down stepping away and turning around to hide his red face.

"I'm sorry about that."

"No need, well I'm thankful you caught me when I was falling." She smiled in his direction noticing the red colouring even the back of his neck and his ears.

When he didn't say anything (Y/n) collected some of her things necessary for her work and stepped towards the doors.

"Well then, can we go, or do you need another minute?" She teased him softly and he jumped at her insinuation.

Basen coughed loudly and turned to her with a lighter blush then before moving towards the doors.

"Let's go."

[sanctus-ingenium]

heya! I'm wondering, from where do you reference clothing for your art pieces? (Specifically for Inver!) I enjoy the outfits you draw your characters in

hii so for the fancier victorian-era outfits i used a whole bunch of sources but among them the metropolitan museum costume collection, this is a great online gallery of historical costume that you can search by era. you can also find illustrated fashion plates from the era to get a sense of how people styled the outfits, facial hair, accessories etc. here's one for hats i used. i also followed the twitter account WikiVictorian which.. due to new twitter policies you can't view accounts while not logged in, but it looks like they have a pinterest and also instagram?? anyway great resource, posted a lot of dresses, furniture, and historical recipes with sources & context.

(cut for length)

but those dresses and stuff are for the upper classes. For ordinary people i just googled what I knew every old lady wears: shawls

this is a galway shawl which is like. THE thing every single person wore back in the day and if you check out the wiki page it's a great reference for what patterns & dyes would have been used. from there you can find historical photos. i love photos like this which show a whole scene in context with people from multiple generations hanging out (yooo check out the Sparch in the background!!). now I know this isn't 1860s stuff, but the fact is that fashion doesn't move so fast for people like Clarion who live on a farm and have to make their simple clothing items last for a lifetime or more.

for the military outfits I mainly just googled 'military outfit 1860s' and iterated (groundbreaking). for things to be accurate i tried to pick reference illustrations drawn during the era.

i figure you might mean specifically the ancient Inver stuff so for them I used a lot of old illustrations and stuff from art history class in school. this era is more in the region of the 1500s. here is a kind of kitchy site which nonetheless has real-life examples of some of the clothing i drew. this painting is in my list of references (sorry for the stock image link but it's one of the nicest online reproductions of it) and you can see the guys on the right wearing the same léine that i've drawn Finbarr in. once you know the time period & what the various outfit components are called you can search them more easily. now the headdress i've drawn Finbarr wearing (Olivier wears it as well!) is in fact a real thing, it's the Petrie crown broken in half.

the crown is not of the same era as the other outfits because i'm not so interested in historical accuracy as much for these guys (booo).

for Olivier I searched for old French armour from the same historic era as Finbarr, I know less about the history of Brittany so kind of just copied what I saw with some small alterations (because he wears werewolf armour, which is not a thing irl).

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my mom that if she can't say something nice, don't say anything at all and if she's gonna say it, say it to their face?

My mom has this oh so charming/s habit of making rude, unprovoked comments about the physical appearance of strangers but specifically says it out of earshot of the person. One specific incident put me over the edge, but she's done this several times. Some general examples include making rude comments about fat/plus sized women wearing crop tops and/or short shorts. (Ironic, considering we are both plus-sized) Or commenting about how fucked up a stranger's dye job is, when they 100% did not ask.

She always makes these sort of comments well out of earshot of the people she's criticizing and I am willing to bet that if someday someone heard her and called her out and told her to repeat herself, she would fold immediately. I think it's completely normal to have rude thoughts, but it is unnecessary to say them out loud and if you DO say it, say it loud enough for the person to hear.

Today it sent me over the edge for some reason when she kept making rude comments about a lady who was minding her own business and loading her groceries into her car, but she dared to do that while having tattoo sleeves. So I told her that the woman did not ask, I did not ask and if she can't find something nice to say, don't say it at all. She doubled down, saying some weird sexist shit about how women shouldn't have tattoos at all, especially not visible ones and it makes her look like a cheap whore. About a complete stranger who was just putting her groceries in her car. I told her to go over there and say all of that to that woman's face or don't say it at all and that she was being rude and disrespectful to a stranger who was minding her own business, living her life.

Now my mom is mad at me. I don't think I was wrong for calling her out though. The argument was probably pointless and redundant, since I've tried several times over the years to convince her to stop voicing her rude opinions about strangers and keep them to herself. You can tell how well that worked.

[thommi-tomate]

Interview with Thomas (January 9, 2011)

By: Andreas Burkert for Süddeutsche Zeitung

Mr. Müller, where is the Golden Shoe for the best World Cup shooter?

At home, in my games room, where the dartboard and Play Station are. Everything that has now accumulated is on the windowsill. Before it gets dusty in the boxes, I'd rather put it outside.

The reason for your award, Germany's World Cup performance in South Africa, was part of every annual review. Did you watch it when this Müller suddenly walks through the picture?

Of course I've also seen Müller in a few previews. But I don't necessarily have to watch the whole thing. The year went really well and I'm always reminded of that, even if I forget about it; I can't avoid it anymore. But it's over now. I can't buy anything for it anymore. Now I have to prove myself again.

What came up in your personal review of 2010 on New Year's Eve?

It was the World Cup. But there wasn't just one moment for me, there were so many great moments.

You only made your debut for the national team just under ten months ago, in Munich against Argentina.

Yes, that was special. When I heard the national anthem, I thought: Now I've made it, now I'm really where I want to be - (A German tourist of an older age approaches the table and wants an autograph. Müller asks for her understanding that he can't now, but will be happy to do so later) - Well, since the World Cup, even those who don't know much about soccer recognize you.

Just older ladies?

Nah, nah, all the age-group are already there.

Does at least your grandma, who you greeted on TV after the round of 16 against England, have some peace now?

In the meantime, yes. The problem was that my parents, my grandma and the people here in Pähl didn't have a media manager like we did at Bayern or the DFB. But I was back home over the Christmas period and everything was nice and quiet.

People who know you well say: Müller, he doesn't take off, not even now, he doesn't drive a Ferrari yet. Don't you have a quirk? And how do you reward yourself after a year like that?

I once asked myself the same question. We have a great sponsor, so I don't need a new car. But I do sometimes walk past watch stores, but then I see that they are sometimes really expensive. Then I'd rather not, it's not worth it to me. I'm also not a bird of paradise who dyes her hair. My wife rides, which has now become important for us. Apart from that, I really do have everything. I'd have to make my own problems if I wanted to have any.

Do you ride yourself?

I tried it out a year and a half ago. Well, I didn't fall off directly, but I felt sorry for the horse afterwards. The risk is too big for me and the horse.

2011 has started for you with the loss of a title: You no longer have the thinnest legs.

You mean because of Luiz Gustavo? Well, we haven't measured his thighs yet, but it's possible. People always joke about my legs, I know they always have. But don't worry, my mother has already noticed that they don't break much. They were never a problem for me, in fact I think they helped me, even when I was younger. Because if you don't just have your body to fight back with, you also have to use your brain to run certain routes to avoid direct duels.

Is that how this urge came about? Müller goes up top, to where the ball suddenly appears?

Certain things are certainly trained automatisms. But often it's a certain instinct, a feeling for the spaces. I'm glad to have this ability.

In any case, it's difficult to compare your style with another player. Do you perhaps know one?

No, I am somehow unique. There are dribblers who are pretty similar, strikers too, but what am I actually?

Yes, what is Müller?

Hm. Well, what am I? A Raumdeuter (space interpreter) ? Yes, I'm a Raumdeuter. That would be a good title, wouldn't it?

In any case. Because, if I may say so, you do score goals, but particularly beautiful ones are rare. But you are there.

That's true, I'm not known for scoring beautiful goals. But the important thing is when it's in. I've often been accused of being lucky, but if it happens five times in a row at the World Cup, there must be another reason for it

Your former amateur coach Hermann Gerland once said: "Müller can play like shit for 90 minutes - but then he scores a goal.

The statement is correct. I consciously take risks in my game, I often try things on the direct route towards goal that are perhaps great in terms of the idea, but difficult to execute. Mistakes happen, but you have to say to yourself: no more, next time I'll try again. Reviews sometimes say: He tried a lot but didn't succeed. Yes, then it just didn't work out. I try a lot, and there are a lot of rejects. I know that, and that's why I don't drive myself crazy.

Did you get the impression after the World Cup that your opponents adjusted better to your unconventional style?

Not really. The first half of the season was a bit different, I mainly played on the right or left. It just didn't go well for the team overall, no individual player was able to break away from the trend, not even me.

Your roles change frequently. Where would you have Müller play?

I would put Müller behind the front line, which is the position at Bayern that is closer to the opponent's goal and therefore more dangerous. I can penetrate the gaps better from there. You have to be more tactically disciplined on the right and left, and the number seven position in the national team is a different right than at Bayern, because the DFB always swap sides with Mesut Özil. I need a bit of freedom to be able to play on the left or right. That's why I see myself behind the front ten. But I'm versatile and also like to play other roles.

Van Gaal said last season: "Müller always plays for me". Has this confidence made your rise possible?

He didn't even need to make that statement. Because I always had the feeling that he was counting on me.

How did you notice that, his confidence? A year ago it was said that some players were afraid of van Gaal.

Oh, I like talking like him too. He wants to create a certain amount of friction, which is why he prefers his way of talking. I really like his direct manner, we're similar in that respect

You, but also other players, were unusually outspoken in your support of the coach during the critical fall weeks. Out of gratitude?

No, there was no agreement between us, but I think everyone deliberately supported the coach. You could have asked each player individually, independently of each other, and everyone would have told you how convinced they were of him and his philosophy. Of course, in a squad of 25, there is dissatisfaction from players who don't play. But even colleagues like Hamit Altintop or even Martin Demichelis have spoken positively about the coach. And when you see what's happening here in Doha at the training camp, how they're stepping on the gas: This team really enjoys working with this coach.

Were you not worried when President Hoeneß was sharply critical and things were tight with the headstrong coach?

Not really, and after the contract extension I had the feeling that the club management was counting on him. We were all very happy about that, and the coach was also pleased that he had the support of the whole team. That's why there was never any talk of a rift between players and coach.

Then you would actually have to persuade van Gaal to stay as long as you and the others who have now signed such long-term contracts.

I think if push comes to shove, you might be able to do something about it. However, the pressure here in Munich is certainly exhausting and I don't think you can be Bayern coach for ten years without damaging your health.

At 21, you are part of the Lahm/Schweinsteiger generation, which is gradually replacing the Ballack generation. What are the differences?

Football-wise, that's certainly a level. But I think even Michael Ballack experienced different times as a young player when it was more difficult to integrate into teams. There are now many young coaches who bring in their philosophy, with a flatter hierarchy. That perhaps makes it easier for us young players today.

At 21, you've already achieved a lot. What else is there to come?

I want to bite down hard, at a very high level. In ten years' time, I want to say that I've always played at the very top for a decade and my body has endured it, and fortunately so has my head. That's my main goal.

[nomsfaultau]

Philza Malewife Competition Round 5

Previous rounds: Cleaning. Cooking. Decorating. Karens. Current points: The Lambs Wolves Wear (2), Lighting Lanterns Philza (1), Weight in Gold (1), everyone else (0).

For a quick synopsis for the fics I’m referencing- those are here

Next round: Helping out their poor sick kid :(

and....uh...this one lost our family friendly rating. Oops?

Lord what fools these mortals be!: Is that a stomach bug? He'll fix them right up! Usually Lady Death is in charge of fixing their children, of course, but if given permission he's more than happy to help!Ripping the offending organ out of his child's belly is so easy with his big sharp claws (courtesy of his wonderful Lady!!). Next to craft a new stomach out of ice and shadow, shove it back in, lace mortal flesh together, and voila! Now their stomach will be perfect. It'll have to be, if they are to survive the Fae Wilds :)

Where do Babies Come From?: Has the classic plastic bag covering a kids trash can for all your vomit needs! It's a spider-man trash can too. Plus some cough drops (the tasty citrus kind) and sprite and medicine from going to the Emergency Room. He's offered to pick up anything from the local gas station that the kid wants, set them up with lots of pillows and netflix...but Philza does still have to go to work. Especially after he got the ER bill. Doesn't let the kid see it, of course, but...oof. He's going to have to put in a lot of overtime to catch up from this.

Lighting lanterns to bring you home: A swift cut, and the sacrificial lamb is lain on the alter. Philza knows all the prayers and rituals across the horizon in both directions. Afterward he cleans the knife off slowly. The gods will cure the kid's illness, if they know what's good for them. And if not...well. Technoblade can just bring the kid back with him when he returns from Hell in the Spring. And give him the tea on how Lady Death is entertaining her new surge of godly company.

The Lambs Wolves Wear: There's no medicine. Not really. He knows a few soothing herbs, but not much more than that. The journey into town is too long and hard, might just make it worse. And even then, he can't afford real medicine. So Philza coats the room in trinkets, in rings of salt and straw dolls and crimson ribbons. Holy words smudged on the kid's palms with leftover dye from the wool. And Philza waits, and hold the kid's hand through the long, long night. He falls asleep at the bedside still praying. He shivers slightly, in his sleep, haunted with the memory of holding Technoblade's hand as illness stole his last breath.

Worth far more than your weight in gold: Birb doesn't understand germ theory. He doesn't know what medicine is. All he can do is tuck the sick child under wings to make sure they are soft and warm and dry. Luckily unlike the humanoid Philza's, this Phil is less likely to catch the illness due to the species barrier, and is very safe to snuggle with. But there isn't much more he can do, and since he lives in a nest there isn't much protection from the elements. He's worried, and feels useless. Would eating a dead squirrel fix it?

Fault: As an immortal that's made it to modern day, this Philza knows every remedy under the sun, and offers a combination of home remedies he foraged by hand and ground up into medicine with a mortar and pestle, AS WELL AS medicine Wil stole from the store. Plus some honey from Tubbo for that cough, and it goes well with the herbal tea he made. During chills, he also makes for the best blanket ever, the fire in his chest warm and hot as he cradles the kid close. This Philza by far knows the most about healthcare. But also if the kid needs cheering up (and their humor falls in this area), Philza will also teasingly threaten to use leeches to balance their humors.

Mandatory Family Reunion: Philza has a policy of cancelling all plans the moment one of his children is sick so that he can be at their side the entire time. Reading familiar bedtime stories, spoon feeding food, attending to their every whim and then some. Unlike all other Philza's this one offers luxury S-tier pillows, every single streaming service and video game ever made, and has world-class doctors attending to every cough this kid makes. Honestly the Queen of England didn't have this good a deathbed. Now...for transparency's sake, I must establish has MFR Techno been bedridden 3 times because Philza induced illness in him (Roofies (accident; mixed bad with meds/concussion); Bedridden with every vaccine ever (intentional, but for crying out loud this kid doesn't have protection against chicken pox!); Tranquilizer/chemical pacifier (so Techno would stop trying to attack him)). But that wasn't necessarily so he could have a placid Techno too weak to resist dotting, just an appreciated side effect. The kid in question probably wasn't mildly poisoned...

Golden Apples (Gilded Atrophy): Philza tosses over some regen potions and a golden carrot for saturation. That's about the best he can do. Unless the kid wants to be killed so they can respawn at a non-sick save point? Philza has a sleeping potion and a sword if that's the case. They wouldn't feel a thing and would be good as new in two minutes tops. Eh? No? Suit yourself. Tubbo, personally, can attest to both the terror and the effectiveness of his respawn surgeries, but hopefully it won't come to that...

[saturnplaza]

Alright, you said to ask you stuff so uh. Hmmm. Do you have a fav mcr album? Or a current fav mcr song? My current fav song is our lady of sorrows :D

Uhh. I’m really into theater, do you like theater at all? Do you have a favorite play/ musical? Mine is Chicago, simply because it was the most recent show I performed in (I was Billy Flynn! It was awesome :D) and I’m rather emotionally attached to it. I’m also very partial to Shakespeare.

What brand of hair dye do you use? I like splat just cuz the color stays in a long time

What’s your favorite subject in school? Why?

Uhhh. I can’t think of that many more questions lol 😭 I tried my best, enjoy the questions, get back to me if you feel like it lol

EEEEEEEEE THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!

My favorite MCR album has to be either Danger Days or The Black Parade -- The Black Parade means a lot to me emotionally and Danger Days I just really love concept albums.

For songs I don't even know, it's so hard to choose. But probably Destroya, Ghost of You, and/or House of Wolves OH, AND DESERT SONG (actually Desert Song is the winner)

I can't believe I forgot abt Desert Song it's literally one of my favorite songs of all time 😭😭

I am into musical theater, and I always have been --- I've been in a few plays myself --- I haven't seen Chicago though, I will be checking it out though!! As for a favorite play of mine, I really don't know. I don't think I could decide. Most of the plays I've played in were like Disney movies.

I use L'oreal Paris for literally everything all my colors and bleach as well // which is not the best for my hair but whatever 😭😭

I'm a huge English nerd, it's always been my favorite subject

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE ASKS -- THEY WHERE VERY FUN TO ANSWER!! <333

[loquaciousquark]

quark plays bg3 again [11/?]

I always do the hag's quest first to get the rapier for Tav, though I didn't discover until run 5 that you can save Captain Grisly. I unironically think Aradin is really attractive, and this quest as a capstone to Rolan's development is one of my favorite NPC sequences in the game. The new Lorroakan entrance cutscene is great, and while this fight happens too early in Tav's canon, the post-fight conversation you can have with a dead-Cazador-Astarion regarding Aylin's dissatisfaction with her vengeance is wonderful.

Gale's relationship to Mystra is immensely fascinating, and while I think the in-game portrayal of Mystra is simplistic and unfair, I really enjoy delving into it outside of those limitations. I was likewise very frustrated on my first playthrough that a rogue Tav can't interact specially or have any interest or ties to the city's Thieves Guild. That led to my decision of Tav historically being too bad a thief to get in, which informed a great deal of her characterization. I do headcanon that she knew Lady Ague when they were children, and that they have a complicated friendship that I'll someday write about.

I love the (purposeful or not) implication that Astarion positioned himself between his siblings & Tav during the night attack. The conversation variant where he tells you about the year of horror is perfectly devastating. My Oskar quests have ranged from "easy as anything" to "I'd rather tear my teeth out than do this again," but luckily this run went pretty well. They also finally fixed it so that he gives you a portrait of the character speaking to him, and it's a repeatable dialogue, so Tav & Astarion both got portraits this run.

The Sarevok > Orin quest sequence is one of my favorites in the game, and I love Orin's breakdown/Bhaal's takeover when you reveal her father/grandfather tried to have her mother kill her. I don't really want to play BG1 or 2, but I would like to see playthroughs of them someday.

The House of Grief is tough tough tough, no matter how many times I play it. Tav always comes out with a Liar's Heart (boo), the Viconia fight is a nightmare, and watching Shadowheart be able to save her parents is very bittersweet for her. I do wish both Mystra and Selune had been able to have an in-game presence equal to the majesty and terror of Shar here; for as much as Selune is supposedly her opposite and equal, Shadowheart's turn to her is very minimized and even more rarely acknowledged. I don't think she even says one time that she's actively worshipping her now; the closest you get is a dialogue from her in the temple saying "In another life, I might be making an offering to Selune right now." I wish that turn had been made more explicit than a hair dye job when it came to the actual religious implications.

I love the Water Queen's temple singers and listen to them every time. I also rob their vault absolutely blind every time in devotion.

The entire Cazador sequence is an emotional landmine. I really love how well they convey Astarion's fear, lack of planning, and singleminded focus throughout all his ambient dialogues. Somehow I completely missed the dormitory wing on my first playthrough, but I've gotten it on the rest, as well as the many puzzles and hidden treasure rooms sprinkled throughout.

The conversation with Godey is awful. The conversations with Sebastian and the children are likewise awful in a different way, and the romance dialogue where you can point out that in another life, he'd have led you here instead of that pretty clearing in the forest made me literally clutch my chest the first time I saw it. His pain and resignation when you push him and he confirms, "I would have killed you," are deliciously agonizing. The emotion of the slaughter & the grief afterwards are painful and perfect every time.

The conversation line after where he mentions the sun being the price of freedom was my first clue that Larian was not going to let him keep the tadpole's protection, and it's still painful on replay. I understand the cost of it, and I know why it had to happen, but it grieves Tav (and me) that he has lost something in order to secure his freedom, even if he's willing to pay the price. That said, the graveyard scene remains vulnerable and sweet, even if I personally ick a little at the dirt, and his open happiness the next morning gets me right in the heart every time.

What a well-written, fulfilling, wonderful romance. I've romanced him five times out of six and would do it again in a heartbeat.

[bitchesgetriches]

oh boy. I'm sure you mean well (and I'm saying this assuming that you are not black), but telling that anon to take the pics with pink braids was not good advice. while a few non black liberals may see no problem with unnatural hair colors and ethnic styles on black women, the typically traditional, conservative, powers that be will judge her negatively immediately. Think about all the elite, successful bw that exist in the world, they all look similar-- palatable (Oprah, Michelle, Condi Rice, Meghan markle, kamala). Hell, Michelle Obama recently said that the US couldn't handle her natural hair/braids and has only changed her style recently. If the First Lady of the United States, a woman who has proven herself as intellectually capable several times can't wear plain, black, micro braids, the everyday black woman is definitely going to be judged even worse.

This answer is going to be long, so settle in, my dear.

Something not a lot of people know about me is that my grandfather is black. In fact, I didn't even know this myself until fairly recently. This is because in his twenties, he made a decision. He was lighter skinned, with loose curls. He could pass as white. So he did.

He went to Europe when he was in the army, married an Italian woman, and brought her back to the U.S. He told her he was "mulatto" and swore her to secrecy about it. They didn't tell their children for almost 70 years. For 70 years my grandfather denied his heritage and his community and who he was... because it was safer. He made the choice to pass as white because he thought it would give him and his children better opportunities in life. He was so afraid of the systemic racism inherent in our country that he made a decision to hide who he was because he thought it would make him and his family safer.

And he was right. It's fucking heartbreaking that he was right. Because of his choice, I am dripping with white privilege. I have never, EVER felt what it's like to be on the receiving end of racism. And I never will. I'm horrified and ashamed that the history of our country is such that my grandfather thought he had to take his light-skinned privilege and run into the arms of white supremacy to survive.

All of which is to say: thank you for sharing your insight and personal experience with the controversy over black women's hair. Because of my personal experience, I think this is a blind spot for me. I don't want black women to be ashamed of their hair, and I don't want them to be discriminated against in the workplace because of it.

My emotional reaction was to say "Let your gorgeous braids fly and fuck the haters!" because I want the world to hurry up and move into the time in which racism in the workplace is a thing of the past. I don't want anyone else to feel like they need to make the same choice my grandfather did: to hide their true selves, their natural hair and skin color, for the opportunities available in a racist country.

I appreciate your message because it makes me step back and realize that this ain't about me. So I'm not going to judge anyone who feels like they need to remove their braids, or dye their hair back to a natural color, to secure a job. Do what you feel safest doing. Trust your instincts. And share the lessons you learn with us so we can pass on information that will help others.

(Also this is Piggy, aka Jess, if that wasn't obvious.)

[eventinelysplayground]

Outplayed

I kind of fell in love with the idea of Clavis's son and Sariel's daughter together and I wanted to write more of them. Clavis and his teenage son get caught in a trap set by the devil's daughter. WC approx 530, page divider again by @cafekitsune.

Behind some bushes crouched two figures keeping a close eye on the path before them.

“I can't believe you talked me into this.”

“Really? I can, after all you are madly in love with me.”

“I'm not madly in love with you!”

“You say that yet here you are.”

“Hmmph.”

“Here he comes! This is going to be good.”

“This is going to be trouble.”

“When have I ever gotten you in trouble?”

“Are you seriously asking me that!?”

“Shhhh…wait for it…”

Clavis appeared strolling leisurely down the path. He stopped suddenly in his tracks, one foot still hovering in the air. He looked around and picked up a nearby stick then poked where he was about to step and the ground gave out revealing a pit trap.

“Good effort my son but you'll have to do better than that to catch me!”

“Damn it! ”

Clavis was laughing as his teenage son came scrambling out from the bushes mumbling under his breath.

“I will get you one of these days, Father.”

“I'm not so sure about that, do you really think I taught you everything I know?”

“That's unfair.”

Clavis calmed his laughter as he placed an arm around his son's shoulders.

“Come on let's go have some of my delicious cake, it will take some of the sting out of being foiled by your dear Papa again.”

Clavis and his son started to walk back in the direction Clavis had come from.

“Wait a min…”

Before his son could finish speaking the two men were drenched in what appeared to be purple dye that fell from the tree beside them. Clavis stared at his son for a minute before he burst out laughing again.

“Violet!”

The bushes rustled and out stepped a deviously smiling Violet who just shrugged her shoulders.

“I said this was going to be trouble, maybe next time you'll leave me to my book in peace.”

Clavis's son slicked his drenched hair back and then smiled wickedly at Violet who visibly gulped and took a step back.

“Well well I do hope you're still as fast as you used to be young lady because I dare say you have a fierce beast after you now.”

Violet took another step back and her grin widened.

“Come here my lovely accomplice, purple really is more your color.”

Clavis's son reached out for Violet but she jumped back then turned on her heels and began running as she laughed.

“You’ll have to catch me first Tristan!”

Tristan quickly gave chase after her laughing as he did so. Clavis watched them leave and then he looked over his shoulder at some nearby trees.

“Well now I wonder who taught her that, I certainly haven't used that type of trap in decades.”

Sariel came out from behind one of the trees and walked over to Clavis handing him a towel.

“I may have mentioned the basic idea, she is dealing with an untamed beast after all.”

“Oh I don't know about that. I think if anyone can tame a Hellcats son it would be the daughter of the Devil. I wonder what our grandchildren will be like?”

“Please don't say such frighteningly unpleasant things.”

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S05E05 - The Good Shepherd - Part B

Well, that man is aggravating, that's why.

"Can I just go home and watch my shows?"

"It will be okay. Trust."

But we still have to bench him? There's no justice in this world.

I'm almost sure that John Reardon had some kind of cold or post-Covid or whatever in a few of those scenes because his eyes look reddish and his voice sounds just a tiny bit off but this is working for this episode.

lol why do their mornings always look like they don't have enough time and they're hurrying to work? What were you two doing until the last possible moment and you're always late?

Good point. Have you met Charlie, though? Also, stop munching on stuff, I can't get a good screenshot.

Why would anyone tell Alexa to tell stuff to someone else that's in the same room? Make it make sense. Also, apparently in this episode one of the promo scenes was substituted for a deleted scene in another country because of the product placement?

"Don't leave me behind! I'm gonna fuck up your living room, I swear to god!"

You are all very bad influences on each other.

I'm sorry but how dare you show up like this. Are you trying to give that sweet old lady a heart attack?

I was like 100% sure that Charlie would never mention her loaf pan.

Go fuck yourself, Osgoode.

That's not the insult that you think it is. Charlie has said himself that Rex has solved way more cases than he has.

He remembered, because he's a Good Guy™.

Meanwhile, Rex is suffering. He's probably watching CityTV.

His whines as he watches the meatballs cooking on tv, I can't!

Turning to the professionals.

No offense, show, but this was not the kind of shooting range scene I was expecting to see.

lmao are you sure you're trying to help him?

Here we go with the "Jesse is actually the best shooter of them all" storyline. Good god, people. At least the explanation wasn't "I played a lot of shoot em' up games".

lmao dude. How many times have you done that to Sarah?

I honestly thought that the SWAT guy was making fun of Jesse.

"He wandered in over from a desk from Major Crimes". That sounds like he got lost and found himself at the shooting range.

"You have both abandoned me! I will not forget about this!"

Ah, the infamous Curl Up and Dye beauty salon. This is forever one of my favorite stories. https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/newfoundland-labrador/hudson-rex-set-mistake-stjohns-1.6563367

My favorite thing from the article was that government people had commented that the beauty salon had "appeared legitimate". That's because Hudson and Rex is quality tv, people.

To be continued in Part C.