#and the new one is similar enough i need to think about it

[heretical-cogitations]

Help! My serf smells like the armoury and it's making me have heretical thoughts.

 Word count ~700 ish 

A/N - Never wrote anything in a fandom before I started this blog, I'm sorry if this is poorly written!!

Was thinking about Titus when I wrote this, but also Loken when he would chat to Mersadie. I think it's vague enough to fit any astartes??  Cato Sicarius not included bro would throw a tantrum, go sulk somewhere and deny he liked them even the slightest bit then get jealous if they even glanced at another space marine. (I want to tear him to shreads (affectionate)).

Kinda suggestive, nothing explicit but added a little cut.

 

His serf had been staring at him for a while now, the pauldron they were cleaning thoroughly before now barely touched with each lazy pass of the cloth. Their lord angel, sitting on a nearby bench, was busy polishing the piece of armour most recently cleaned. This ritual maintenance of his armour was usually a relaxing activity for the space marine but today it was becoming more and more stressful. 

Why does his serf smell like the armoury? 

When did they go there?

Why are they fidgeting so much?

Why won't they look him in the eye? 

Why is their heart fluttering like that? 

Why do they smell so ... pleasant?? 

A prickling warmth began to spread through him. His mind was racing, his face tight, brows furrowed, something wasn’t right. He said their name multiple times, but they continued to stare straight at his chest, eyes roving over the defined planes of muscle; occasionally flicking to focus on the ports decorating his skin. They had seen his ports before so was it the difference in attire, he wondered. His usual body glove discarded for a simple loincloth. He caught their attention with a low rumble of their name louder than the last attempts. This time their eyes snapped to his, squeaking in surprise.

 "Oh! Sorry, my lord. What did you say?" Their eyes dart away, head hanging low, cloth forgotten along with the armour. Running their hands down their thighs straightening the creases of their robe. His eyes follow their hands, watching as the robe is stretched tight over their legs. It's an appealing sight... He shakes the jarring thought away.

"Why do you smell of the armoury? What business did you have there?" His gaze set on their face. They look back to him again, clearly confused. "I haven't been to the armoury, my lord. Before you returned, I had been attending to your room. "

"You needn't lie to me, little one, I am not angry you were there." He pressed for the answer as softly as he could. "My lord, I don't understand what you mean. I didn't go there."  They replied hurriedly. The shift in the smell as stress hormones flooded their body caught him off guard. He sat back, placing the armour and polishing tools down beside him, spreading his legs wider as he crossed his arms in thought. He knew enough about astartes biology to know external smells didn't mix well with those produced from the body, so it would make no sense for their smell to shift the way it did. He rested his chin on his hand, looking down at his serf. "Hmm, I believe you, no need to fret."  He finally responded pensively before closing his eyes and taking a deep but measured breath. "Th-thank you, my lord." They stuttered out relief clear in their breathtaking voice.

A new wave of the smell washed over him like a strong tide, so similar to where he dons his plate but sweeter and more palatable like it was concocted specifically for him. His mouth watered; he wanted to see if they tasted better than they sme- this isn’t right. Despite his closed eyes, he could feel their stare burning through him. It wasn't the type of attention he had come to expect from baselines. This, alongside these new thoughts, was all so overwhelming to him.

This is not right; eyes now open he cast his gaze down to his serf, their beautiful eyes almost glassy as they looked at him hands grasping the hem of their robe revealing a tease of their plush, soft thighs, his breath stuttered at the sight, the urge to squeeze and knead the- he caught himself again, this was getting out of hand. The smell was even more intense. He felt himself losing his ability to think. He stood up abruptly, "M-my lord?" They whispered breathless. "I must take my leave, little one. I'll return to you soon." With that, he shrugged on a robe hung by the door and left, not seeing how his serfs gaze lingered on him until the very last second.

[yoursweetheartsrevenge]

Stressors

Summary: End of the year at Oxford means exams, papers, and the overwhelming amount of stress that follows. Studying in the library may help Michael relieve stress, but his girlfriend has other ideas. 

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Warnings: smut (praise kink, oral - f receiving, p in v sex (protected and unprotected - creampie), female masturbatation, sex toys, squirting, light spanking), anxiety, MINORS DNI, 18+ 

Word Count: 6.2K+

Author’s Note: Thanks to everyone who voted in the original poll! This idea came from a little example in the non-fiction book, Come as You Are: The Surprising New Science that Will Transform Your Sex Life by Emily Nagoski Ph.D about sex and stress. Great book (which I will definitely finish someday)! Enjoy these little horny nerds!

Stressors

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The gravity of the pencil hit against her open notebook. The eraser left notable trails of pink debris against the grayed out letters that had disappeared over the last hour. 

Or was it a couple hours?

She wasn’t sure anymore. 

Several books of different medieval texts were laid open in front of her on one of the many study tables at the university library. She hadn’t even made a decision on what her final project was. The syllabus was a sharp reminder that this project would be a large portion of her grade. 

If she completely failed the translation project, she’d still pass. 

She was a top student in her subject at Oxford, but if she failed this . . .

Where would that leave her in the rankings of other students in her field?

She ran her thumbnail over the small indentations in the number 2 pencil, bite marks indicating how truly stressed, nervous,and anxious these last weeks had been. The long phallic object let her mind wander for a moment on other things. 

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“Stop that.” Michael Gavey said beside her. 

Her boyfriend’s head was in his open palm, focused on reading his maths, occasionally scribbling notes in his well worn spiral notebook. He did not look up from his well disciplined concentration. 

He was in a similar situation. 

Should he fail or get less than a perfect score on his final project . . . well .  . .

He’d still be top of the class, but only by one point. 

Michael Gavey needed to be top of the class by more than one measly point. 

And she . . . she needed Michael Gavey to top her. 

She smoothed the pencil flat on her notes, or lack thereof. Her palms fell flat on the desktop as she leaned forward. Her fingertips turned a thick copy of text. The pages were so thin she had to be careful not to rip them. She was slowly turning each page looking for the right piece. 

She was saddened his eyes weren’t on her. Michael was still looking studious and concentrated on his work, not lustful and wanting as her ass was quite close to his face. She had worn the suede skirt for a reason she supposed. Her boyfriend had once complemented the feel of the material even burying his face against it. 

Her body grew hot at the thought of his face buried between her thighs. 

She shook out her hair as if to lose the lustful ideas she had snaking in her mind. Instead she found the work looking it over. The project was to translate a piece of literature they had read that semester back into its original language, Middle English. It should have been simple enough, at least for her, but decisions always made her wary. 

She settled back down in her seat with a bit of a thump. She thought he may look at her, but Michael remained ever focused. It was one of the things she liked so much about him. Especially the looks that crossed his face when he was deep in thought. She pressed her thighs together and nearly held her breath. 

His face was making her feel a certain way. 

She decided it would be best to pick up her pencil. The text before her nearly seemed to blur as his hot breath puffed out a bit. Her thumb stroked from the pink eraser tip down the long yellow length of the pencil. 

Pencils should NOT make her think of Michael Gavey’s dick. 

Yet here she was chewing at the metal base of the eraser. 

She nearly whimpered at the thought of replacing that pink tip for his bulbous pink tip. 

Her scribbling the first few lines down didn’t help her at all. The translation was so poor due to her inability to focus. Her legs squeezed together tighter. He shifted in his seat and she nearly lost her mind. Despite it being near to summer, Michael was still clad in a red jumper. He had told her feeling sweaty made him more concentrated and comfortable. 

Another endearing fact. 

Another reason to clench her thighs. 

She knew why she was feeling this way. 

Stress. 

Horrible, mind altering stress. 

Her heart sped up at the thought of faltering in her academic career. Her head felt weak at the idea of being less than perfect in the eyes of her Medieval Literature professor who was a harsh critic to all the class’s work, but seemed to be pleasantly surprised by how well she was as a student. She was enthusiastic about the subject, usually. She had been looking forward to this project, but now she was simply feeling the weight of the end of the year. 

Michael was too. His maths classes had been going quite well, however after a devastating last exam in which he had gotten THREE questions wrong he was having a crisis. A crisis which caused their only dates to be at the library. Sometimes they would study in each other’s rooms, but Michael had taken that option off the table. . 

“No distractions.” 

But she WAS distracted. 

Michael WAS distracting.

Maybe if she just felt some relief she could concentrate. 

She tested. Her hand slowly moved against his thigh. He was wearing jeans letting her trace the bleach splashed stains there. She rubbed softly, light on her fingers.. She grew bolder when he seemed to pay no mind to her touch, deciding to press her palm and squeeze a bit. 

Michael Gavey remained concentrated. 

Surely she could test further?

Her hand traveled to her boyfriend’s crotch taking time to stroke the edge of his member. She managed to lovingly stroke him twice before she felt his fingers wrap around her wrist.

“No.” He said moving her hand from his clothed cock to her thigh. 

He stayed his hand for a brief moment rubbing her knuckles. It was an act of comfort. It was supposed to be. He began flipping through his text, still focused on the work. His same fingers rubbed across his sweaty temple and blonde hairline. She tapped her fingers against her thigh for a moment feeling less embarrassed than needy. 

Her fingers swirled and scratched against the suede. She could not control herself. Her eyes were still focused on his crotch, his thick length laid underneath. Without thought she reached for it again, slowly, carefully. 

Maybe he wouldn’t -

“I said no.” He moved her hand again. This time a bit more forceful hitting her hand against her thigh a little hard, a little rough, a little annoyed. 

The rejection hurt. 

She felt tears gather in her eyes. Staring at him for a moment too long did not help. He merely went back to work. She saw a sliver of irritation on his face. 

It made her heart sink. 

She didn’t think. 

She acted. 

The stress was burdening her with an irrational mind. 

Her hands moved to gather her things, closing each of the books in front of her. 

SLAM

SLAM

SLAM

She scooped them into her messenger bag which she pulled from its tilted position between their seats.

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“Wait,” He looked up finally. Michael was watching her hurried hands begin to gather up her chewed on pencil and notebook stained with eraser debris. “Where are you going?” 

At least he was paying attention now. 

She couldn’t speak. 

She wasn’t sure if it was anger or merely frustration from her own body’s pulsating desire that made those tears pool at the edge of her eyes. 

“Did I do something wrong?” 

She couldn’t stay. 

Her brain completely melted at the needy little words that escaped his mouth. All her things were packed. The flap to the bag flipped close. Michael’s fingertips were pressed to the papers and opened thick textbook. 

She couldn’t look at him. 

She left him in the library nearly stomping her way back to her dorm room. 

Her wrist wiped across her eyes, trailing tears across the bridge of her nose. Her body had just acted. She couldn’t sit next to him and continue to be rejected. Not when she felt as if she might tear her skin off if he didn’t touch her. Being so close to him was too much to bare and she desperately needed release. 

The stress. 

This stupid stress. 

It was building up in her body making her face hot. It made her brain foggy with not only desire but thoughts that remained ill advised, such as trying to fondle her boyfriend’s cock in the library when he clearly was not interested. 

“Stupid, stupid.” She repeated to herself making herself walk faster. 

On the way she recounted her relationship with resident Oxford math genius, Michael Gavey. She hadn’t made many friends at Oxford her first few months, but that was no problem for her. University wasn’t a place to make friends. It was a place to learn. Still her dorm mate always invited her out and they got along pretty well. She made some casual girl friends in her literature classes. 

The first interaction she had with Michael was when she had gotten rather ill in the middle of the fall semester. She had missed a really important lecture in one of her classes. It wasn’t a class where she had made many friends so she merely relied on going to the person who sat beside her in class for notes. 

Oliver Quick was a literature student too. She would occasionally look at him, noting that he seemed to take excellent notes. The notes seemed legible from what she could tell and he edged her on top student in that class. It had been too early in the year to be competitive. 

She had cornered Oliver and his friend, a blonde vaguely attractive looking student with square shaped wire glasses during dinner in the dining hall. When she had started to speak  she realized that the friend was the top math student, Michael Gavey. She wasn’t a maths student, but she could appreciate a passionate mind and eager learner. Up closer as she asked Oliver for his notes on the previous week’s lecture, she peeked at the way Michael seemed to ignore her continuing to widely open his mouth while dining on braised beef. 

She remembered the smell of it hitting her the moment his curious eyes peered up at her. He suddenly seemed mindful of how loudly he was chewing once he looked up at her. It made her blush a bit seeing how his blue eyes reflected in his glasses at that moment. He had quietly commended her on picking Oliver to receive her notes from declaring his handwriting and attention to detail were excellent. 

She had gotten the notes, but more importantly she had developed a bit of a crush there and then. 

She had excitedly told herself that agreeing on Oliver’s note taking skills made them an ideal match. Clearly they had similar priorities. It made her head spin a bit. She had not been distracted, nor had she approached Michael again until Oliver had swiftly abandoned him for his fifteen minutes of fame with Felix Catton. 

She hadn’t witnessed the end to the friendship, only the aftermath. 

She had been studying late one evening in the beginning of the new year at the library.

She had been looking for literature to read be ahead in one of her classes. Nobody ever frequented the library as late as she did. That was until she had wandered over to the section she needed, where Michael was seated, wrappers of Crunchie bars nearly overflowing his table top as he read from several open maths texts. 

She dared to approach him. Still a girl with a bit of a crush, she told him she thought it silly they were the only students in the library sitting on opposite sides of the building. It would save space and the librarian time not having to travel across the library to inform them of the library’s closure. They should sit together at the same table. They should study together. 

Michael had agreed. 

So began their friendship. 

He would share his Crunchies and she would share her little fig rolls. Michael later told her he thought the fruit was too tart, but he really enjoyed how she made happy little noises as she bit into their softness. They would talk about their lectures and their days as they grew more comfortable with one another. They would even argue about philosophy and subjects they both were passionate about. 

She had asked him out on Valentine’s Day. 

“I’m attracted to you. I know tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, but I would really like to go out with you.” She had asked, books tucked against her chest before their typical after dinner study session. 

Michael had simply said yes. He appreciated her forwardness and agreed he too was attracted to her. She even saw a hint of a blush. 

They had gone out to an Italian pizzeria a short distance from campus.

“I know it is customary to wait until the end of the date, but,” He had asked before they had entered the quick service place. His breath was fogging his glasses. His wool coat was tight against his body showing off a bit of his figure. “I really would like to kiss you. If that is alright.” 

It had been more than alright. 

She had told him as such. 

She thought she had never seen a person so happy then the first few seconds before Michael Gavey kissed her for the first time. 

It had been awkward at first, a lean and peck, but they soon learned after a short time how they each like to be kissed.

From that evening onward, the pair had been inseparable. 

They still had their after dinner study sessions, but they held hands now. Occasionally they would snuggle or peck when the moment seemed to take them. When he could Michael would walk her to her classes. He seemed to love holding her hand. It was smaller than his, but fit so perfectly there. 

They began to have study sessions in their respective dorms, taking turns on who would host. It led into movie nights with occasional cuddles and make out sessions. She always felt flattered when it got too heavy and Michael would ask for them to stop. He often got too worked up, but told her he didn’t want to lose himself in front of her like all the other beasts on campus. 

“You are too special to me. I want our first time to be something thoughtful, not baseline animalistic instincts.” He was sweet saying it. 

But sometimes she wished he would lose himself to her. 

She knew he wanted to. She felt how much he wanted to. 

They had confided in each other they were both virgins. As Michael said, he wanted their first time to be special. 

The timing had been special. It was the weekend of a big party Catton was throwing. They’d be nearly alone on campus. They decided on Michael’s dorm as he had no dorm mate to potentially walk in on them. He had tried his best to plan it out, but everything seemed to have gone wrong. 

The Chinese take away order had been wrong leaving them with an order she could not eat due to allergies so they shared a small side of noodles, both too awkward and pent up to complain or order elsewhere. 

The candles he had bought had nearly set off the fire alarm and burnt his curtains. 

The roses he bought did not survive the day and were wilted. 

It was all a bit funny looking back at it. 

The pair of them half expected the sex to be awful as well. 

That had been the best part though it had started off as less than perfect that first time. 

She opened her dorm door letting herself fling back to the present. The messenger bag fell as she shut the door behind her. She quickly let her body go for the vibrator snuggled tucked in the cabinet above her desk thinking of that first time. 

Neither knew what they were doing, but they were not afraid to let each other know what they wanted. She liked to be touched. Michael knew this. He knew exactly where to touch her to have her make those little sweet noises that he liked. The noises that made him rock hard in seconds. She knew he liked to have his hair tugged when she kissed him. 

When he had been on top of her, slowly easing his condom clad member inside her she had tugged on his hair as reassurance he was doing good. It had been jolting to feel his cock twitch inside her. She had squealed out a bit excitedly. The sex hadn’t been long that first time. He had finished in a few thrusts. He had been so disappointed in himself for doing a poor job at his first time, but they had all night and an absurd amount of condoms. 

Each time had gotten better and better. 

The last time before they both fell asleep completely enwrapped in each other’s arms, she had been crying out his name hoarsely as he fucked her into the mattress making her squirt all over his bed sheets. 

From then on they included sex in their routine. 

It had never been a chore, always a joyous little treat to the end of a hard day. 

The vibrator had been bought by Michael. 

He wanted something his girlfriend could play with and that he could use on her. The thought intrigued him. They had gone to a local sex shop having studied different types together on the internet. They both agreed to something with a similar girth and length to his cock, even measuring his member out to get an idea of what they needed. The little research project had bonded them further. 

She held what they had purchased together in her hands. It was white at the base with a slender tip that was ribbed resembling a fuschia pink tongue. She reached under her skirt to palm her wet panties. She flushed a bit embarrassed as she settled on her bed touching herself through the lace of her soaked panties. Her clit was throbbing, making her whimper as she slowly snaked her hand under the material. 

The vibrator was nearly forgotten as she began to touch herself. However after a few moments she felt uneasy. 

It wasn’t enough. 

She lubed up the vibrator turning it on. She tried to work it on herself. She felt nothing. The vibrator was tossed angrily on the bed letting it bounce slightly on her comforter. 

ABSOLUTELY FUCKIN NOTHING. 

She could nearly cry. 

She could nearly scream. 

All she wanted was to release, to cum, but nothing was doing it for her like - 

Two soft knocks came at the door followed by a pause. 

An even softer knock followed. 

Her body was vibrating to be touched, to seek relief. 

But she knew how awful she had left things. 

“Hi.” He said softly when she opened the door. “Can I come in?” He was slumped looking a bit pathetic and painfully adorable with his own messenger bag slung at his side. 

She merely stepped aside. 

“Whatever I did,” He started looking her in the face as she closed the door softly. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to fight.” They rarely did. When they did it was over subjects that didn’t matter. Hardly anything ever relating to their relationship, though it was still young. 

Her eyes shifted to the abandoned sex toy on the bed. 

His eyes locked on the vibrator on the bed. 

“Oh,” He said with a realization. “Is that why you . . . I see.” She stood with her shoulders slightly pushed in. “This is my fault.” 

“No, no, it’s mine. I touched you without permission. I’ve been so stressed. So out of focus on my work. I just needed release. I didn’t think, just behaved like an absolute -” 

“Come here,” Michael wrapped her in his arms, squeezing her. She squeezed him back. “I’m feeling stressed as well, but you said you needed release? I’m stressed too, but I can’t . . . ” 

It was then that she realized it. 

“Oh?” She pushed away from him looking at his face. “Does stress make you . . .unable to . . .?” The question hung in the air embarrassing him to make his face flush. . 

“We seem to have different reactions to pressure.” Michael said with a nod. 

“It’d be fascinating if I didn’t want to fuck you so bad.” Her smile was half quirked. He chuckled. “This has always been something I have dealt with. I usually masturbate. I cum and I can focus again, but,” She looked at him, feeling her teeth nibble at her lower lip with desire. “Since we started dating, all I want is you. Toys aren’t enough sometimes. And I couldn’t . . .I don’t know. I just want to not feel this way anymore. I feel so, so stupid not being able to focus.” 

She could cry or tear out her own hair from the sheer pulsating need to feel something inside her. 

“No, you are not stupid!” He assured her. “You are absolutely brilliant and you will have your mind back.” He scratched the back of his head feeling the edge where hair met flesh. “I might not be able to . . . achieve an erection.” There was a fact. Michael Gavey’s cock couldn’t get hard when he was stressed. She couldn’t be any wetter standing here watching him struggle to promise a compromise. “But I can still help. If that’s what you -”

“Yes!” She embarrassed herself by saying it too quickly and too loudly.  

Michael laughed. 

“Lie on the bed. Take off the skirt and your panties. Let me take care of you.” 

She could fuckin’ cum at those words alone.

Alas she didn’t. 

When she did as he told her he smiled watching her hair spray across the pillow. He adjusted his glasses. He climbed on bed after removing his shoes and placing them at the door. Michael happily straddled her slightly. 

“Such a good girl.” He praised. “My good, sweet, smart, absolutely brilliant girl.” Michael brushed his hand against her cheek letting his thumb slowly ease into her mouth. 

She felt her pussy flutter at what she liked. 

Suckling his thumb. 

Being praised. 

“Spread those beautiful legs for me, darling.” She did. He hummed in approval. “Look at you. So wet. You really are a horny little thing when you’re stressed, hmmm. Tell me how much you need me.” 

“So much.” She moaned, feeling her body tremble. 

“Oh, my love,” He kissed her inner thigh. “Where are those beautiful flowery words I love so much? Give them to me.” 

“So badly. I can’t think of anything else, but you, your tongue, your cock. I need it so desperately. I feel trapped in my own body, vibrating against my will. I want to tear the flesh from my body. I need you so bad, Michael.” She swallowed watching as tears formed under his eyes. He slowly kissed her thigh again. 

“I hate seeing you like this, sweetheart.” His lips were soft against her slit. “Let me help you relieve all that stress.” 

He suckled there at her center. She could feel his tongue flicker against her. 

Her mind felt blank. 

No thoughts of poor grades. 

No reeling words to translate. 

No pressure or thoughts of anything other than Michael Gavey’s tongue and lips making her coo and sigh. 

His hot breath encouraged her. She felt him swirl his tongue slowly easing its way inside her. While Michael had not been well practiced in anything sexual when they had started exploring themselves months earlier, he was determined to become as well practiced with her cunt as he was with the algebraic equations he so loved. He was certainly showing off his skills at this moment. 

His lips found her engorged clit with little effort. 

Michael gave hard wet suckling pops making her insides bubble. 

She called his name letting her hands wander into his hair. She pulled on it and grabbed a tuff at the base of his scalp yanking with tenderness. He moaned approvingly, but simply continued. She secretly hoped he would forget about the stress that was troubling him and be able to achieve her desire, him inside her. 

He continued to bare down on her. His hand moved to squeeze both her thighs moving them up to get better access to her cunt. His noises were lewd, making her wetter as he devoured her. 

“Michael, I’m . . . please.” Her words fumbled from her mouth. Her moans grew higher, more fevered and desperate. 

His tongue worked along her slit producing more arousal as she cried out. There was that familiar build up in her. Michael was working to get it free, growing more intense by the moment squeezing her thighs, running his thumbs over little dimples he adored. 

Different pressure clouded her mind. 

She was only this loud when he was going down on her. 

He always adored her little pleasurable cries. 

She knew it made him feel appreciated, that he was doing such a good job. 

Her hand let go of his hair to squeeze the sheets and mattress. 

The release sprang out of her, harsh and  loud. 

She hadn’t realized she had squirted until she saw droplets on Michael’s glasses and a smear of wet patch against her sheets. 

Her breath laid out heavy. Soft satisfied coos left her lips. Curiously she looked to his crotch as he sat up on his knees. As he cleaned off his glasses on his sweater she saw with disappointment there was no needy bulge. 

“Do you feel better?” He wondered, adjusting his glasses back on his face. 

She nodded. 

“We should change your sheets.” He started to stand. Michael offered his hand, but upon seeing her lazy love drunk eyes and the heaving of her chest merely took in the sight. 

“Mmmm . . . feels too good to move. Can we cuddle for a few moments? We can clean the sheets after and maybe get some dinner and continue our studying. I think I can focus now. Just need to hold you.” 

There was no hesitation. 

Not even the wet patch and the smell of sex coating the air could stop him from snuggling into her arms. 

She felt so relieved. 

***

She was waiting for him outside his last class. 

Most students had finished earlier that week running off to summer getaways and after parties. They had been reluctant to participate in the Trashing earlier that week since their professors had planned extra work on purpose to make the tradition seem less celebratory. Neither could have carried less about this particular tradition. 

The stress melted from her leaving a pleasant satisfaction after she handed in her brick sized translation. She had finally settled on a work of literature after dinner that night, breaking out a handwritten translation of seventy seven pages in two hours. 

Michael had been so, so proud of her when she had received her final mark. 

The highest in her class! 

Her professor even remarked it was the highest score he had given on the tough project. Michael had smothered her with kisses, on her neck, on her lips, on her chin, anywhere he could gain access to in a public setting. 

He still had one more final. 

She was buzzing with excitement at the prospect of him achieving the same level of satisfaction she had. 

Her cute floral dress barely hit her knees flaring out. It was soft to the touch and a bit see through in some spots. She would have never worn it with tons of people on campus, but here with only a handful of maths students vibrating with final exam anxiety she could manage being a bit embarrassed if they saw her teal bra and panties. 

Students flooded out of the hall as she looked for her nerd outside the building. She curled her toes looking forward, finding her bespectacled boyfriend in the crowd. He was wearing a short sleeved button up, blue with light checkered white stripes. She could see him fiddling with the flash drive on his belt. She waved at him, noting his serious face. When he looked at her there was a strong sense of release. 

He nearly raced toward her, colliding into her. He grabbed her and spun her around. 

Michael peppered her with kisses again. 

“It was a breeze!” He said accidentally or on purpose, feeling her up. “I passed with flying colors!” His confidence always made her very turned on. 

She rewarded him with a deep kiss. 

He kissed her back using more tongue than he usually did. 

That’s when she felt it. 

“Oh!” She was a bit surprised at his hardness, very evident as he pressed himself against her. 

He gave her a proud smile. 

“I very much want to.” He said, swallowing looking at her lips. “Now, please.” 

“In public?!” She nearly shouted. 

“No, of course not. At least not today.” His eyebrows wiggled. He took her hand not bothering to hide the evidence of his arousal. There were hardly any people around anyway. “Your dorm is closer.” 

They walked quickly. She giggled as he squeezed her ass complimenting her on her outstanding genetics and her softness. He would occasionally mutter how much he wanted her and how absurd his body was at not being able to get himself worked up when she wanted to jump him days earlier. 

“Nothing to be ashamed of. Our bodies react differently to stress. It’s what makes us unique and precious.” She had booped him on the nose. 

He nearly growled, kissing her as he shoved her into her dorm. She mumbled against his lips. He threw his messenger bag to the floor gripping at her back side. 

“I don’t have any bedding.” She said between kisses, wet and sloppy and the neediest she had ever felt him. 

“That’s alright.”

She had already stripped her bed. Most of her things were boxed up ready to be transported back home. Her parents would be picking her up soon. They’d be meeting Michael for the first time. 

All that information was very clear and present in her head, but the fact that his hands were very pleasantly squeezing her behind was pushing reason and ration away. She moaned against him. He smiled against her lips. 

“Can I give it a little smack?” He squeezed her, nearly humping her thigh from the angle he was currently at. 

“Yes, please.” 

Instantly she felt the sharp sensation of Michael’s open palm against the fat of her round bottom. She couldn’t help giggling. Especially since he was giving her playful little nipping kisses. 

“No, no,” She said, pushing him off. He whimpered sadly. “My parents are coming. Nothing visible today.” He nodded as if finally realizing himself what was to follow when they left this room. “How do you want me?” 

With that Michael grinned. He was looking so pleasantly excited and pent up she swore he probably would burst. 

Had this been how she looked? 

It didn’t matter to her; it was so endearing to see how much he truly desired her. 

“I . . . I don’t know.” She knew Michael wasn’t used to being asked what he wanted. “How about you get on the bed and then we’ll go from there, alright, my love?” 

She nodded ready to obey. 

He gave her another encouraging spank, slightly harder as she sauntered over to the bed. She pulled the soft cotton floral dress over her head revealing her teal bra and panty set. Michael was practically drooling as she laid back on the bed letting her hair fan across the pillow. He shifted and struggled to pull off his shoes and socks. She was glad he moved closer because she assisted with his belt. She unnotched his flash drive and placed it in the pocket of his khakis. 

“I don’t want it breaking. It has that research you like on there still. Those rare papers?” He nodded at her words looking at her solemnly stopping his movement as if a deer caught in headlights. 

“What? Are they not on there anymore?” She blinked confused. 

“I . . . I love you.” He brushed her hair from her face. 

“Because I remembered to protect your flash drive?” She asked with a wicked teasing smile. 

“You know why.” He leaned forward to kiss her. 

She did. 

They knew each other. 

They knew each other so well. 

She was his best friend and he was hers. 

“I love you too. You know that right?” Her fingers teased at his zipper and button of his pants. She looked up from under her lashes fluttering them with a tease. 

This was the first time they had said those words to one another, but she had known from the moment that he asked her to kiss him before their date even began that they were going to fall in love with one another. 

“Yes.” He breathed out as she released his bulge from the confines of his pants. “Please, I need you. I want you.” 

She petted his black boxers. He shifted to step out of his khakis before bending down to retrieve a condom from the back pocket. 

“Umm, would it be okay . . . if we . . .didn’t use it . . . just this once?” She said nibbling at her lip. 

She really wanted to feel him fully. 

Michael knew she was on the pill. 

She knew it may be stupid asking, but she wanted to feel him. She wanted to feel him drip out of her. 

“You sure? I mean, if you get pregnant of course I would . . . I’d be there, but . . . I would like to as well. Maybe just the once?” They were all about being rational, but sometimes rationality got in the way of desire. 

Her fingers teased his bulge as he straightened up. She could feel him leaking as she found his tip. His precum wet his dark boxers, staining them even darker. Her lips kissed there. 

“I can’t . . . I’m going to . . .” He moaned deep and loud. His cock was twitching. 

She released him seeing his cock was so stiff it bounced to greet her. She had never been so close to his member. Usually they had sex or he went down on her. He had never expected her to return the favor. Never thought she would, but seeing it so close to her face made her mouth water in an odd way. She gave his tip a kiss, swirling her tongue along the small slit there. 

“No, please, I want to, but . . . I want to . . .” Michael seemed nearly pained trying to express himself. 

“Do you want to fuck me, Michael Gavey?” 

Pants and the removal of his shirt were the only answer.

“Then claim what is yours.” Her head lulled back against the pillow. 

The pain of how hard his cock was made him hiss as he straddled her. It made him act quicker. He lifted her up unhooking her bra with expert ease. He notched his thumbs at the sides of her panties pulling them down with little effort. He still felt the same when he sheathed himself inside her. He was warm and pleasantly thick though she could feel him a bit more, all of him. She whimpered with need as he sank himself slower and slower inside her until he bottomed out. 

He wasted no time in fucking her into the bare mattress. It was the closest she would ever see to Michael Gavey focusing on his primal needs. He liked kissing her as he fucked her and this instance was no different. She pulled at his hair as he buried himself inside her moving in a rhythm that they both liked. She was surprised that he was lasting as long as he did. 

“I love you so much.” He said as if reading her mind. “I  . . . want to hold on . . . I think I can.” 

“You’re doing so good. You feel so good. You don’t have to hold on.” She could feel herself getting close. She knew he could too. 

“But . . .” 

“Michael!” She called out. She was panting. 

Her walls fluttered around him as she let go. She felt him spill inside her. Her favorite noises were when he lost control. He was so straight laced and professional. Hearing him whine and breath out his release was the sexiest noise on Earth. She felt him slowly pull out of her. His fingers pressed on either side of her pussy lips. 

He watched his cum leak out of her, white and sticky. 

She felt it drip from her.

Her body hummed in approval. 

“So beautiful. All mine.” Possessive Michael was also a favorite of hers. She loved being his. 

“No more stress.” She tousled his hair causing his attention to go from her cum drenched pussy to her pretty cum drunk face. “Just you and me and a stress free summer.” 

Michael Gavey nodded leaning forward. He held her against his chest. 

“No more stressors.” He agreed with a final sweet kiss on her forehead.

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[slytherinshua]

♩　HEAL THE SOUL 　( 최범규 )

genre sickfic , fluff , angst , beomgyu x fem!reader   cw implied abusive parents for both beomgyu and reader , cold symptoms (cough/headache) , beomgyu and reader are homeless and ran away from home lol inspired by 0x1=lovesong and loser=lover , not proofread   wc 1089   request yes   note i swear this txt emo era needs to go away (or not and that just means more txt fics)   net @kstrucknet @moadiarynet

You were sick. Nothing too serious, but something unpleasant enough to remind you to not take being healthy for granted. It was even worse now that you didn’t have a bed to sleep in, or warm food, or a shower. Beomgyu would have to drive another hour or two to the nearest public gym, and you really didn’t want to bother him enough for that just so you could ease your body with hot water. 

Your head ached, though. And your throat felt a bit dry. You had coughing fits every hour or so, and not much appetite. But Beomgyu was paying close attention to you whenever he could, feeling your forehead for abnormal temperatures, and making sure you had enough layers to stay warm. It definitely wasn’t the most ideal time for you to fall ill, but there wasn’t much you could do to prevent it either. 

Running away from your old town, your old life, with Beomgyu months ago had easily been the best decision of your life. Away from the constant headaches, the pain, the discomfort. Two broken souls in a beat up car driving until they found somewhere new to call home. That’s the life you two had now. But it wasn’t so bad. As long as you had each other, you got through alright. 

Beomgyu had left five minutes ago to buy whatever the cheapest hot meal was at the gas station. You were parked in the empty parking lot by the old laundromat, bundled up in one of Beomgyu’s old hoodies. You couldn’t run the heating in the car while you were parked, much as you would like to. Already tight on money as it was, you both knew how important it was to save gas. 

Your mind wandered as you looked out the window, headache pounding at your head as you shivered. You wondered what your mother would think of you if she saw you right now. How she would mock you for surviving off a twenty-year-old car and your old savings. You had worked hard to leave. Saved up as much money as possible from old part time jobs and bake sales. Although you had to give up luxuries like a warm bed, a functional kitchen, and the stability of a proper home, your current “homelessness” felt much more homely than your childhood house ever had. 

Beomgyu joked about it with you all the time. How your similar childhood experiences of abuse had led you here into each other’s arms. How it wasn’t quite so bad if it meant you could spend the rest of forever with each other. Perhaps the scars were just pathways to a better future.

A cough bubbled in your chest and you scrunched your eyes shut in frustration. You were tired of this stupid cold. You rasped out a few painful coughs before your throat cleared, burning and sore as always. You tucked your legs up to your chest, staring up at the pink sky. It was pretty as always, but the earlier the sunset, the more you anticipated how cold the night in the car would be. You could hardly enjoy the pretty clouds or colours thinking of how much you would have to rely on Beomgyu’s body warmth again that night.

“Ramen and painkillers for only fifteen thousand won,” Beomgyu grinned as he slid back into the drivers’ seat of the car, two steaming bowls of ramen in each hand. One spicy and one mild chicken flavour. A small packet of Advil was stuffed into his pocket as well. 

“Fifteen? How much of that was for the pills?” you asked a little on edge. What was not in your plan was to have your sickness burden down your expenses. It was already tight as it was.

“Ten thousand— But I won’t let you argue with me about this. I want you to feel better as quickly as possible,” Beomgyu said simply, placing the ramen on the dash of the car. 

“Beomgyu.”

“I said I’m not gonna argue. I already paid for them, so you’d better take them,” he reiterated a little more sternly, giving you a stubborn look which you had rarely seen directed at you. You sighed, recognizing a losing battle before it even started. Grabbing that packet out of his hands you pushed one small pill out of its casing and gulped it down with a little water. Beomgyu’s smile came back on his face as soon as you swallowed. 

“Now eat.” He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and scooped up a few noodles between them. Blowing on them softly, he held them out to you, carefully feeding you the warm broth-coated noodles. You hummed in thanks, grabbing the bowl from his hands and sipping more of the warm soup part.

It had been a while since you’d had a hot meal. Even if it was just instant ramen, it soothed your throat better than anything else had. Your headache was starting to subside thanks to the painkillers, and you were once again grateful for how attentively Beomgyu took care of you. He knew exactly what you needed without you even having to ask. 

The feeling was foreign. Of course, it had been years since you had first fallen in love with him. But having someone who truly cared still took adjusting to. You’d always had to beg your parents for basic things like clothes without holes in them and medicine for flu season. Years of being ignored and neglected made the switch hard to properly process. 

You hoped you could at least repay him with the same amount of love and attention that he showed you. Out of anyone you had ever met, Beomgyu certainly deserved it. 

After you both ate and cleaned up, driving around the deserted roads until you found a safe spot to park for the night, Beomgyu took out his grandpa’s old guitar and gave it a few strums. Adjusting the tuning of the old strings only took him a minute to do thanks to years of practice. He played almost every night. And on nights when he didn’t, he would still sing you to sleep while you were wrapped safely in his arms. 

The life you had chosen to live with Beomgyu certainly wasn’t easy, but every hour you spent in his company you felt your hope grow a little more. Some little voice inside your heart told you everything would work out. Because if you had Beomgyu by your side, what else did you need?

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[these-detestable-hands]

It's been a bit since I've interacted with octopath so my stuff on these ships may be a little rusty but I'll argue for them anyway.

Castitio (Castti x Partitio)

Before the game even came out, I thought they'd be a silly couple. Lady who doesn't remember and guy bursting at the seems with kindness. I think they're got a neat dynamic, with Castti teasing him a bit but they get along and are friends. Some post canon hcs I have are that Partitio would help Castti set up an organization that produces medicine and teaches about it cause he loves her and he's got the funding anyway. Also I do think being exposed to the poison rain twice did stuff to Castti so I like to hc she's disabled post canon, being a wheelchair user due to muscle weakness, having very little lung capacity and CPTSD. Also not a disability but she has eczema-like purple splotches on her body. Sorry I needed an excuse to quickly mention my disabled Castti headcanons. While they're engaged, Partitio and Floyd work on completely renovating a house to accommodate all of Castti's needs, so like low counters she can reach while on her wheelchair, only one floor, wide doorways, blackout curtains so she can sleep during the day, etc. Castti keeps insisting that she doesn't need that much help and that she's navigating normal houses just fine but then she'd see all the accommodations in their new house and bawl for hours. She'd work less and take it easy post canon. Listen I just think they'd be a really cute couple. Castti patches up your broken arm then her husband comes in and starts cracking jokes and talking about affordable public transportation. I feel like I'm also forgetting a lot of stuff but oh well. I've got a few fics for them posted on ao3, account name: BigOrangeOnion

Ophikari (Ophilia x Hikari) (I also call them The Radiance (hollow knight reference and it makes sense for an au))

OKAY SO this ship started out as an au when the ot1 travelers were added to ot2 for that update last year. Basically, post canon, Hikari visits the arena whenever he's in Montwise. This time, he goes and there's some omega powerful warriors fighting ruthlessly and with no concern for themselves. He realizes it's because they've got some kinda of curse, similar to him with the shadow (I THINK that's what it was called).

So Hikari starts working on figuring out how to free them because their current existence seems miserable. The first he manages to free is Ophilia, by using light magic near her. The light magic makes her briefly remember who she was but it's enough for her to snap out of the mind control that she's been put under. She talks to Hikari and explains that her and her friends were mind controlled by a very weak but not quite dead Galdera, in attempts to conquer and gain more power so he could heal himself faster. So the two of them start working on freeing the other travelers together.

Along the way, they ofc fall in love. I don't remember an awful lot about them unfortunately but I implore anyone reading this to write stuff for them :]

Here's a little drawing I did of them together. I'd include Castitio drawings if I had any but I am not big on drawing ship art unfortunately.

H'aanit x Cyrus x Castti (in a QPR!!! :3)

So this is probably the one I've explored the least purely because I never really shared it with anyone. I keep it to myself because of the amount of hyper specific and sad headcanons. But basically it was an au where I'd just mix and match travelers n stuff. Like just putting different travelers in different continents with weird team compositions cause I'm a big fan of aus and crossovers.

One of the ones I liked the most is where Castti leaves Solistia by herself to explore post canon because she's not very close with the other travelers and self isolates a little. This au starts out kinda sad cause of the focus on my hcs for various characters' mental illnesses. H'aanit is initially traveling alone but Castti joins her and they're a relatively quiet but very effective and productive duo. Later, Cyrus, Olberic, Primrose and Ophilia join. They all have their problems to work through and get through them together.

Castti has to deal with self worth and realizing that she's more than just the team healer.

H'aanit has always had anxiety around losing Z'aanta, which is really bad throughout the entire story so Castti often ends up calming her down during panic attacks and they get really close because of the mutual trust there.

Idk exactly how to describe Cyrus' problems but he's really jumpy and nervous and a little bit angry all the time because of being accused of, y' know, sleeping with a student. Yeah no I never understood why Cyrus wasn't that angry about it, even when I first played the game at age 10.

I think Cyrus is just dealing with the new found rage he constantly has. He had anger management issues as a kid but worked through them and they're just now coming back cause he's been thrown out of his home and people he used to be friends with think the worst of him and he's got no one but this new friend group he hardly knows. You get it.

The story is the three of them (and Olberic, Ophilia and Prim, but this post is about ships so I'll talk about them another time) as they deal with their mental health issues. Through helping each other with these very personal problems, they become very close and eventually decide to be in a qpr together. I think they'd just live relatively quiet lives in S'warkii cause Cyrus is too upset to return to Atlasdam and Castti isn't too keen on going back to Solistia after falling head over heels in love with two people in Osterra.

I don't remember way too much for this au unfortunately. I think they should all cuddle and finally get a good night's sleep for once cause no way a single one of those bitches sleeps well with the crap they see and have experienced.

Sorry I wrote so much. Here is a little drawing based on an Olberic chapter 2 travel banter and the most important H'aanit fact.

I miss octopath yapping with people so uh yknow what! We’re gonna play a game!!

Explain in the notes what y’all’s favorite ships are and why you like them!!!

Only rules are

1) do not explain why everyone should think your ship is canon, as that is not the point of this post 2) do not put any other ships down bc that is also not the point of this post 3) ALL games are included (yes including cotc) 4) ANY SHIPS ARE ALLOWED!!! GO NUTS!!!!

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Finally made my decisions on which owl each of the 141 are!! Because yes, I’m still thinking about this!! I’ve been drawing this idea a bit too, mostly in the form of a hybrid AU because since before I can remember, I’ve always just loved the idea of humans with wings- so why not do a bit of well needed drawing practice to bring it to life?

John - Great Horned Owl

Why: Even from when I first started thinking of all this, I always knew Price would be a Horned Owl- mostly because I thought the ear tufts would look cute on him and Great Horned owls look eternally grumpy (just like our favorite captain), but also because to me, a Great Horned Owl is kind of the most iconic and recognizable species of owl. They’re almost like the kings of the owl world and they’re beautiful creatures (big ones too!). I felt that just fit really well for Price. It’s hard to describe but I just see the resemblance so clearly in my head.

Fun facts (included because I love owls and hopefully you do too): Great Horned Owl can take down and will even eat other large birds of prey like Peregrine Falcons!! Also, they can scream!! Just like barn owls!!

Kyle - Western Barn Owl

Why: So I actually had some trouble with Gaz. A lot of owls could have worked, but I really wanted one that captures how beautiful I find him. I could stare at his face for literal hours, and I think the reason I eventually settled on the Western Barn owl is because (like I mentioned in my earlier owl post) I think barn owls are just gorgeous. Most owls can be described as gorgeous, but barn owls just look so (almost hauntingly) beautiful to me. They look intelligent- they look deadly. What more could you ask for from a bird?

Barn owls both haunt my night mares (my father scared the shit out of me with a mask made to look like one once) and live in my day dreams. What better bird to (hopefully eventually) draw Kyle as.

Fun facts: They scream!!! Look up their calls- it really is like a scream! I believe most owls are able to scream/screech, but I love that it’s the barn owl’s call.

Also!! And this is so interesting, the Native American Newuk tribe believed that if you were a good and brave person, you became a Great Horned Owl when you died, while if you were evil, you became a Barn Owl. Technically this wouldn’t apply to the Western Barn Owl since it’s an old world species, but I still thought it was interesting- plus it talks about Prices owl too! (There’s a lot more Native American tribes that held beliefs about Great Horned Owls, but I struggled to find a consistent reputable source for those so take that with a grain of salt.)

Simon - Barred Owl

Why: Originally, I was considering the Snowy Owl, Boreal Owl, and Ural Owl. Eventually I had actually decided on the Ural owl before, while doing research on another owl I saw a picture of a Barred Owl that immediately struck me. While the Barred and Ural Owls both look relatively similar, the Barred Owl definitely has more ghostly (hehe, get it?) air to it, and I think it’s facial disk is a bit more defined, reminding me a bit of Simon’s mask. While the Barred Owl is a new world bird and the Ural Owl is an old world bird, it didn’t live in the UK so I mean yes… I *have* technically given 2/4 of the 141 American species of owls- but the Ural owl didn’t even live in the UK so it’s fine.

Fun facts: The Barred Owl’s only natural enemy is the Great Horned owl!! Make of that what you will, but personally, as a big fan of that one Ghost x Price dynamic where Price is the only thing bigger and badder than Ghost, I know what I’ll be making of it.

Johnny - Tawny Owl

Why: I mean it has a little brown mohawk. How could I not make this Johnny? These owls are quite adorable and honestly, most of the reason I chose this one was the brown stripe drown its head looking just enough like a mohawk for me to giggle about it.

Fun facts: This guy actually lives in Scotland!! Its range is pretty big and includes almost all of Europe and a bit into the Middle East, but the fact that it can be found in Scotland just makes it an extra perfect choice for Johnny.

If you’re a long time follower, you may vaguely remember how in a post I said that in hybrid AUs, I love when a character is a hybrid of a species that’s native to where they were born/where their family is from. While I do love that idea, I also unfortunately realized most of my favorite owls are American, so Johnny and Kyle are the only ones that idea really comes through with. Simon and Price’s owls are completely American ones.

(Below the cut are my honorable mention + the owl I imagine Laswell as- because this post is already super long)

Laswell - Northern Saw Whet Owl

Why: In addition to being native to North America, this owl’s color reminds me a lot of Laswell’s hair. It’s a small owl, but it’s quite fierce. It’s been known to eat only the heads of its prey if prey is plentiful, and that bit of info reminded me of laswell a bit. She’s so strong and confident- I love her.

Fun facts: There’s Native American beliefs about Saw Whet Owls too!! They’re super interesting and there’s quite a few!

Honorable mention:

Laughing Owl

The laughing owl is an adorable owl which apparently chased its prey on foot, rather than flying after it- which sounds really cute. The owl could only be found in New Zealand and unfortunately has been extinct for probably about 100 years, with its extinction being caused when European settlers arrived on the island. Really, this honorable mention section was just an excuse to tell you about them.

(Most of my info from this was gathered by browsing owlpages.com - which is a lovely website you should totally check out if you like owls!!)

[kcrossvine-art]

𓅰 𓅬 𓅭 𓅮 𓅯 hiiiii folks :) 𓅰 𓅬 𓅭 𓅮 𓅯

todays just a little one-off for a recipe a friend shared to me, that im now sharing with you. i really miss this cooking series but affording enough ingredients to try new recipes, workshopping and failure and wasted material, is expensive. and things have been getting harder to afford. still we persist, and this is a recipe i've tested and tried to great results

today we'll be makin some chocolate crinkle cookies!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to chocolate crinkle cookies?” YOU MIGHT ASK

All-purpose flour

Baking soda

Baking powder

Salt

Cocoa powder

3 Eggs*

Vanilla extract

Brown Sugar*

Espresso powder

Bakers chocolate*

Unsalted butter

Confectioners sugar, for coating

thats the original recipe at least. i made some substitutions

I didn't have brown sugar so it got replaced with equal amounts cane sugar

I didn't have eggs so i replaced them with apple, thoroughly beaten until similar texture

I didn't have bakers chocolate but did have hot chocolate, so I used 1 Ibarras Chocolate puck chopped up

AND, “what does chocolate crinkle cookies taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

soft, crumbly, moist

halfway between pudding and brownie and cookie, smack dab in the middle of the taste triangle

the confectioners sugar holds up really well, it doesnt sink in and form a dull crust like it would on a cake powdered too soon

extremely chocolately

when it was made for me and a group of people everyone raved about it

when i made it for myself and a group of people everyed raved about it

its fuckin good and easy

when youre taking it out of the oven, it will look and even smell a bit raw, which is scary for people like me who are terrified of undercooking dough. but i suppose the density and letting them sit until Completely cooled (not just cooled to the touch!) lets them finish baking at a much lower temp internally?

oh and be sure to space them out pretty far apart, they expand more than youd think. and if youre having trouble scooping and transferring them to the pan, put a dish of confectioners sugar out and keep coating your hands in it between scoops, it helps to keep them from sticking.

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From start to finish it took about 2 hours to start eating, but most of that was cook time and then letting them cool completely. an hour max was spent in the kitchen working on things. Im bad at spacing things due to wanting to fit as much product as possible in as small a space, so this created about 12 cookies the size of my hand? roughly.

but yeah! if youre the type to struggle with brownies i highly suggest this as an alternative, due to the many similarities but the harder to fuck-up-ed-ness because its guaranteed to cook through and doesnt need to form a crust.

this is a an easy 10/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) Its hard to beat. i hope youre having as lovely a time as one can, be sure to hold onto eachother.

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Ingredients:

1 cup all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

¼ teaspoon baking soda

½ teaspoon salt

½ cup unsweetened cocoa powder

3 large eggs*

a dash of vanilla extract

1 ½ cup brown sugar*

4 teaspoon espresso powder-

4 oz unsweetened bakers chocolate*

4 tablespoon unsalted butter

For coating;

½ cup confectioners/powdered sugar

Replaced brown sugar with cane sugar

Replaced eggs with 6oz apple mush

Replaced bakers chocolate with one Ibarras puck

Method:

Adjust oven rack to the middle and preheat to 325. Line 2 baking sheets with parchment paper.

Whisk flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, and cocoa powder together.

Whisk eggs, vanilla extract, brown sugar, and espresso powder together in a separate bowl.

In a third smaller bowl place bakers chocolate and butter, microwave for 1 minute at a time and stir afterward until its melted together. Should take about 2-4 minutes.

Whisk the melted chocolate/butter mixture into the egg bowl until combined. Fold this into the flour bowl until no dry streaks remain.

Let the dough sit at room temp for about 10 minutes.

Place the granulated sugar and powdered sugar into a bowl. Scoop your hands into the mixture and then scoop balls of dough into tiny uniform size balls. Try to coat evenly.

Place the dough balls on the prepared baking sheets, evenly spread, there should be about 10 cookies per sheet.

Bake the sheets for 12 minutes, rotating halfway through. The cookies should look puffed and cracked and the edges have begun to set, but the center is still soft (cookies will look raw between the cracks and seem underdone). 

Remove from the oven and let the cookies cool completely on the sheet before removing or eating.

[misty-missdee]

practicing spelling my new last name out loud so i dont mispell it when asked over the phone.

[autumnoakes]

hi im ranting (positively! this game kills me but in a good way) about breath of the wild again

i know it's controversial but i love the way the story of the game is told. because you start the game in the middle, perhaps near the end, of the story. the game is entirely through link's perspective and he wakes up knowing and remembering nothing. in turn, the player starts off knowing nothing. the past is revealed as the story goes along, and the player learns about the past and about the land as link does. there are little tidbits about hyrule and about the calamity scattered across the land. an old woman in hateno village tells you of an age of desolation that she grew up in. the travellers you see on the road are younger people because they're described by older characters as more bold, whereas the older characters grew up being told to never leave the village, it's too dangerous outside (compare this even to tears of the kingdom, where travellers are more common because the land has been safer. even older characters have left their home to travel elsewhere (not including the lurelin villagers)). battlefields are still strewn with old rusty weapons and deactivated guardians that no one but monsters will go near. myths and legends about the princess and hero have been passed down, to the point where their legitmacy is questioned and everyone has a different opinion on them.

it's environmental storytelling. it's things like seeing drawings and a bow in zelda's study and seeing a child reading a storybook with a hero that wears a blue tunic similar to link's. it's the stories that the villagers share about old myths that turn out to be true. it's the ruins scattered across the land, long since overtaken by monster camps but still unmistakably being houses that people once lived in. it's the utter lack of civilization anywhere remotely near the castle and the feeling of dread in the ruins of the town that surrounds it. it's a kingdom entrenched in its past, with no ability to move away from it until the calamity is finally defeated.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

danny talking about how resentful she became when nobody who she self-sacrificed for cared when she died and then leaving kirsch with laura and carmilla bc "if he stays with me i might lose control again and kill him" kinda confirms my thoughts abt both newly-turnedness and anger making vampires more vampiry

but also makes me think that in more usual circumstances, when the dean turned vampires like carmilla and mattie, that shes really nice at the start to temper any of that unruly anger

[quatregats]

Ended up starting the Caton film ethnography of Lawrence of Arabia for funsies (have I started reading Actual Books For My Thesis for funsies? no but we stay silly) and it's been a great time, he gets at some things I've been thinking about with not just LoA but also Hornblower/Aubreyad (SORRY) and it's a fun reflection on the social and historical circumstances of the film

[thisselflovecamebacktome]

Thinking about "I know my pain is such an imposition" and "How long could we be a sad song?" in relation to the bigger picture of how society sees mental health challenges, and like as part of that, how I dealt with my own in my 20s again.

[randum-famdoms]

So I recently went to the eye doctor and got my first ever glasses prescription (my eyes are mostly fine but sometimes street signs are hard to read when I’m driving until it’s too late and I’ve missed my turn) and then yesterday I went to Costco and ordered my new glasses, and I was SO tempted to get glasses that look like Akira’s like you have NO IDEA. The cosplay brain rot is real. I decided on different glasses that are more my style but the Temptation

[aprilblossomgirl]

i know. i know my school president is about a high-school life. but, for ourskyy2, i really really wish the show would go into their first-year campus life. transitioning from high school to university on different schools or faculties or departments. but, always, always, still manage to find time once a week, or every two weeks, or even a month, to meet and play music together and having bbq pork, or any other dish, afterward. or just simply having a day out together. of course, the dating life too, of tinn and gun, and sound and win. and, please, please, also a bit, no, a lot of tiw and por on their talking stage, or maybe already unknowingly dating. and finally, one (or two) performance of chinzhilla needs to be there. 

[companionsofusall]

[id: tags that read, “orpheus simulator. One player is orpheus and the other is eurydice. They have to solve puzzles where half the info is accessible to Eurydice. Let’s say she has a ghost sense and can read text or [something]. If orpheus sees her she dies. Game over. End id]

Here's a useless thought my head just supplied me with that I absolutely can't use.

Co-op game where if one player sees another, they die.

Both die? Just the one who does the seeing? Just the one who is seen? All players or just one crucial character? Do reflections count?

"Don't turn around. I'm right behind you. I'm going to put the mcguffin down behind you and go around the corner, I'll tell you when it's safe to turn around; let me know when you're looking away again."

[bladeofthestars]

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[the-cooler-king]

Found the other lightning bolt earring I lost like two weeks ago