#but when it got plugged in properly one of the left ones just did not have the sl and sr buttons working

[spiderman616]

my bootleg switch joycons are killing themselves SOMEONE HELP! HELP ME!

[lovingthewildlife]

Explanations

I've always hated confrontations. I get emotional and feel like I'm not in strict control of myself and I can't stand that I cry when I get upset. I know, it's an involuntary stress response. The body is weird like that. It doesn't make it any easier. I had called both Astartes to the living room a few minutes ago and for the moment I'm letting them stew and wait for me. It might not be the best thing, but I need this time to gather my thoughts.

Taking out a wooden tray with a tea set on it, I don't look at either of them as I pour the tea and pass them both a cup before sitting down at the end of the table, taking a breath and slowly breathing out as I look down at the cup I'm holding.

"Alright. Which one of you wants to explain what happened at the park?" I ask quietly.

"I'm sorry." Comes the anxious voice to my left.

I dart my eyes over to the Lamenter and steel my voice, my fingers tensing slightly on my cup. "An explanation. If I want an apology, I'll accept it afterwards."

"I... may have said something I shouldn't have." Came the next words, mumbled into the cup, shoulders hunching.

"Okay. We all say things we shouldn't, sometimes. What did you say?"

The room went quiet again and I rubbed my thumbs along the underside of my cup, waiting. I was almost glad for the quiet because it gave me enough time to settle myself. It also made me anxious though. Because what was so awful that BR would react like he did? Did Lamenter say something about -me- that he hadn't agreed with? I really didn't think it was a jealousy issue like some people were suggesting. I'm not sure what I would do if it was.

"I found some of your writing.. and I told Tsu'ra about it."

I could feel my blood pressure drop abruptly before my nerves almost vibrated in my veins, looking up at the two of them.

"Why.. would you tell anyone about my writing?"

"This is why it is necessary to discipline him! He is too young and runs his mouth--" BR abruptly stood up, angrily pointing at Lamenter.

"Where did you even find my writing..?" I froze up, trying to think of where I had left my notebooks. The only back up copies that I have are on a hard drive and it's not even plugged into the computer.

"--in his nest." Lamenter murmured.

I put down my tea and abruptly covered my face.

"That was strategic information gathering that was not for your eyes--"

"I only wanted to see what you found so interesting--"

"It is not your concern and you shouldn't be in my room--"

"Why can you read it and I cannot?"

"BOYS!" My voice was a little shrill and I could feel my hands shaking a bit. "What writing were you telling Tsu'ra about?!"

"...The Dragon's Rule."

Of course it was. Because he would have thought nothing of the title and mentioned it to a Salamander, thinking it was just good conversation.

"How much of it did you read?"

"The... first chapter. It's very interesting how there was a switch with a noble and a sheep herder and I wanted to read more but it got taken away before I could finish it."

"That's still in it's rough draft stage." I mumbled absently, starting to rub my temples. "Okay... ground rules right now. You do not go into one anothers spaces without permission. You should know better. You both need your space and you wouldn't appreciate it if he had done the same to you."

"I told you--"

"Second of all." I grit my teeth. "My writing is not open for anyone else to read when it's still in it's rough draft stages. I don't know where you found my notebook, but you are to give it back."

"Yes ma'am." BR didn't sound happy with it and when I looked up I saw he was trying to avoid eye contact.

"If it's not properly published, I don't want you trying to secret it away. Am I understood?"

"Yes."

The word was gruffly said, stubborn and almost held behind his teeth, but at least he was agreeing to what I was saying.

"Alright.. you can clean up the tea please." I glance at the Lamenter, nodding briefly. "I also expect you to apologize to your brother for going into his nest." My eyes settle on the Raven next and I frown slightly. "Do you have any other things I've written in your nest?"

"Lists." He mutters in a gruff tone.

"Lists?" He nods stiffly and gets up, taking something out of his pocket to show me.

It's just a list of items that I'd written down the last time that I visited the craft store. Colors of yarns I needed, which brands of beading items could be substituted out and a few other things. It wasn't like I had the prettiest hand writing, so I didn't know why he'd want to keep it. Still.. it's not like it would hurt anything for him to hold onto it.

"Okay... just.. give me back my notebooks, please." I sighed. Then a thought occurred to me. Lamenter said he'd only read the first chapter of the story I wrote. So why did BR react so violently to....

"How much of 'The Dragon's Rule' did you read?"

"....." He didn't answer and I looked up at him, my eyes widening when I saw that he was still avoiding my gaze.

"How much?"

"All of it."

"Oh my god..."

"It was very engaging."

BR read my monster fucking stories. Awesome. I needed to find my notebooks and put them all in my room.

[mj-iza-writer]

Trigger Warning... mentions of periods.

The vein of my existence. -MJ

"Um Master", Whumpee peaked in.

"What do you need?", Whumper didn't bother to look up from his computer work.

"My chores are all done, but my period just started is there anyway I could lay on the couch", Whumpee clutched their stomach, "I feel really nauseus and the cramps are really bad. I just threw up also."

Whumper looked up from his work, "that's fine, do you have everything you need?"

"Yes sir, I still have pads from last month", Whumpee sighed as they laid on the couch, "I was cleaning the bathroom floor when I felt really nauseated, then I threw up into the toilet. I finished cleaning and felt some cramps, so I checked myself."

Whumper nodded, "I was wondering when you would start. You've been acting weird the past few day."

"I have?", Whumpee looked up worriedly.

Whumper nodded, "nothing bad, just normal behavior for when you're about to start", Whumper grinned, "I know it's nothing you can control so I patiently deal with it."

"Oh sorry", Whumpee looked down.

"It's fine", Whumper looked back at the computer, "I've got a face time call coming in."

Whumpee nodded, knowing that meant to be quiet.

Whumpee listened to Whumper's meeting. They closed their eyes a few times before Whumper had finished.

Whumper closed the computer when the FaceTime was over.

"Are you going to sleep over there?", Whumper grinned.

"No just trying to find the awkward pose that alleviates the pain and nausea", Whumpee opened their eyes, "you turned off everything right? Even the camera?"

"Yes sir, mom, everything is off", Whumper sighed and looked over.

"You know it's amazing. I'm so nauseous, and yet I'm craving chocolate", Whumpee sighed, "why do I always crave chocolate?"

Whumper reached down the side of his seat and pulled out a few tiny chocolate bars.

He smiled as he chucked each one at Whumpee.

Whumpee sat up after the last one hit their face, "ouch", Whumpee sighed, then picked one to eat, "thanks."

"With the sacrifice of my chocolate, the beast has been fed", Whumper mocked.

Whumpee grinned, "I eat more of your chocolate than you do."

"Yeah, I know you sneak into my stash and help yourself", Whumper watched Whumpee eat the candy, "I should say try to sneak, because you don't do a good job at hiding it."

Whumpee giggled a little while opening it.

"Ow... oww", Whumpee grimaced.

"What happened?", Whumper frowned.

"I feel like I'm being stabbed in my abdomen and my pelvis. Then my hips feel like they're being pulled apart", Whumpee laid back down, "this sucks."

"Did you take anything for it?", Whumper sighed.

"No Master, I just finished my chores and came to you", Whumpee grunted, "hmmm, these cramps are coming on strong."

Whumper got up and went to the kitchen.

After a few minutes, he came back carrying some medicine and a cup of ginger alle.

"Take these", Whumper handed the medicine over, "hopefully that will reduce the pain. The ginger should help with your nausea."

Whumper left again... this time bringing back a heating pad. They plugged it in and handed it Whumpee.

After he felt Whumpee was set up properly, he went back to his computer.

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee looked up, "may I ask a question though?"

"That's fine."

"I guess two questions. How do you know what to give me to help? And, why are you so nice to me when I get my period?"

"Well, I had a mom and two sisters growing up. My mom always said, "those periods are one of the worst things a female has to go through. Some don't have it as bad as others, but it is difficult for anyone to go through. Take care of the ladies in your life and make sure you give them and easier time during their period week."

Whumper grinned, "though I'm sure my mom meant if I had a wife and daughters. Not a slave. My mom taught me how to help her and my sisters and what things they needed."

Whumpee nodded.

"Go ahead and rest, let me know if you need anything else", Whumper looked back at their computer, "I need to get back to work."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou", they whispered.

"You're welcome", Whumper smiled.

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[covetyou]

is there any Santa/Cupid Joel lore you'd be willing to share?

it's a totally normal question i'm not unhealthily obsessed with him or anything

lore you say? I have baubles and stupid cupid lore. more in egg hunt at the end of March too.

word count: 722 warnings: sex toys, brotherly shenanigans, these two things are related but very much not in an incest way don't worry. summary: What started as a simple joke from the youngest Miller brother quickly turned into a... beloved brotherly tradition.

The first time he'd gotten one of those gifts it had been his birthday. He never got anything, from anyone, so when he opened his front door to see a present lying there with his name on it, he'd been wary. When he saw it was from Tommy, he was even more apprehensive. So, he did the only logical thing and left it in the garage until he could open it in a disposable coverall later that night, just in case.

Of course, he looked like a total dick stood in his garage in a coverall at midnight holding anal beads of all fucking things, staring at a chicken scratch of a note from his dearest fuckin' baby brother:

if you won't bring someone into your bedroom, maybe you gotta bring something. hbd brother.

Tommy may have been right, but Joel didn't think anal beads were that thing he was looking for. By the next afternoon, the beads were carefully hung from Tommy's rearview mirror.

And so began the long, tiring, tradition of gift giving and gift returning between the Miller brothers.

On Thanksgiving, Joel slipped Tommy a baggy of finger cots, giving him a heavy slap on the back and telling him he found his size. The next week, the tiny white condoms were neatly pulled over the ends of every single one of Joel's tools.

That Christmas Joel was the not-so-happy recipient of an edible chocolate Clone-a-Willy kit. He was almost tempted to try it out - to cast his cock in the tube just so he could take it out and look at it properly from every angle. He cast his middle finger instead, handing it to a gleeful Tommy on New Years Eve.

For Valentine's day, Joel damn near gave Tommy a heart attack, and ruined the end of what was, until that point, a very good date. He knew he should've kept it to the couch, but damn if his date didn't deserve the full Tommy Miller Experience. Apparently, that also included seeing the blow up sex doll tucked neatly into his bed. He never did hear back from her after that night.

Of course, what Joel didn't know is Tommy had stashed a pink heart shaped butt plug on his dresser, only noticing the thing weeks later when Sarah pointed it out before Joel could sweep it into a drawer and tell her to get going or she'd be late for school. Tommy groveled until Joel didn't quite want to kill him any more, and the butt plug lay forgotten in the bottom of his sock drawer.

Tommy's birthday brought him some vibrating nipple clamps - clamps that Joel never saw or heard about again, save for a thank you and a thumbs up from his brother one day on a job.

For his birthday that year, a full 365 days since this whole thing started, Joel received maybe the most baffling gift of all. A dildo for his balls. Apparently. Now, Joel wasn't a church going man - hadn't been since their parents had given up with it all when they were kids - but he couldn't help but think that maybe his brother needed Jesus.

This one, he was almost tempted to keep. Not that he had anyone to use it with, and it most definitely was not a solo use gift. He opened it, tried to figure it out, even watched the instructional video, before settling on sticking it on top of Tommy's Christmas tree at the end of the year.

But, when he pulled up outside Tommy's place on Christmas Eve it looked, and sounded, like he had company. Not one to cockblock his brother again (at least one of them was gettin' laid) Joel headed back home, toy hidden away in his Santa sack. It was still the right side of midnight when he drove down his street, noticing once again that house with the sparkling Christmas tree, totally bare of any decorations. One look to the back of his truck, ornaments from a house clearance still stashed in a box that he had yet to find a home for, and he made up his mind. Parking up and walking down the street, draped in red velvet with a bag filled with jangling plastic ornaments, he stepped up to your door...

[heyitsmechuey]

Splash Fruit - Sidon x Reader

Just a quick drabble regarding our favourite fish boy! Trying to include other characters in my stories besides just Rauru brain rot, and Sidon is just the cutest sometimes >_< I did proof read, but I have been drinking so please forgive that lmao Also shameless plug for my LoZ fanfiction/art/ fandom server! Feel free to stop by~ https://discord.gg/H8Y4R4fTBj Enjoy!

Word Count: 520 words -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Like this?”

You were uncertain as you inquired, thumb pressing into the bottom half of the blue-speckled fruit. Sidon chuckled softly when you struggled to apply enough pressure to complete the action, his own splash fruit nestled between his thumb and fore finger. “Minnow, you have to really push, or else it won’t work properly!”

He was oddly enthusiastic for what was akin to a child’s water toy as he explained to you, but you followed his instructions anyways, determined to at least prove you can do it. Your effects paid off when your thumb and the fruit’s peel effectively caved in, and an echoic *pop* coming from the top of the fruit; you jumped, not expecting it to be so loud. Basking in the glory of accomplishment, you smiled from ear to ear. After a moment of silence, your gaze followed the supposed trajectory of the watery liquid that splashed from the top but when your sight levelled, you were left staring at your boyfriend, hands up to his face, wiping and letting out a sputtered breath. There was a moment of panic, as you dropped the fruit and rushed over, frantically apologizing. “Sidon! I’m sorry! I-I didn’t realize it was going to-”;

Cold and wet made contact with you before you even got to finish, and your hands went up in defence, although not proving effective as the top half of your outfit became damp, all the while you were patting at your eyes to clear the blurry vision. Sidon raised the back of his hand to his mouth as he laughed with a juvenile arrogance and once you recovered, you gave him a look of loving annoyance, which then only amplified his laughter, nearly doubling over in front of you. You placed a soft, teasing slap to his arm, one that he ignored completely as you told him that he could have at least waited until you were prepared. He wiped a tear form his eye, struggling to breathe properly as he spoke, “P-Please! It was just the perfect opportunity for payback! The look on your face- it was cute!”

Another small swat made contact with his arm, only this time out of embarrassment. He reassured you it was a harmless retaliation, bringing his hand up to your face, wiping the remnants of sweet, sticky juice from your cheek; he gave a playful smile as he brought his thumb to his lips, giving a soft lick to the pad.

“Sweeter than ever~”, he teased, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead, before leaning further to catch your lips - you pulled away from him, popping your untouched lips together with a grin.

If he wanted to play games, then he would get games, you thought as you flashed him another fruit tight in your grasp, the playful glint in your eye making him look at you with confused rejection. “If the prince wants a kiss, he’ll have to catch me first~”, and you were off.

He let out a stunned groan as he watched you run down the stairs of the domain. He followed you though.

[mellybouboulove]

My guardian angel🤍𓆩♡𓆪☁️

Chapter 2

Hi here's chapter 2!

Plot summary: Drug Dealer Ellie Williams X OFC slowburn fic, out of universe and takes place in college, set in the 2000s. Smut content to come.

previous: Chapter 1, next : Chapter 3,

Tags: #wlw #sapphic #drugdealer!ellie #modern!ellie #tlou #slowburn #smut #fluff #tlouau #au #modernau #drugs

Let me know your thoughts on this and enjoy ^_^

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CHAPTER 2

I woke up with the sounds of the machines all working around me. I opened my eyes, blinded by the hospital’s bright light on the ceiling. I felt so confused, I couldn't recall anything of the accident but I knew something bad happened. A doctor entered, gave me a check up and asked me if I remembered my name and what my last memory was. I would have rather lost my mind. He then proceeded to explain what happened last night : I caused a car crash. I felt my heart tighten in my chest, the pictures slowly making their way back to my brain. Emily was severely injured, left unable to walk properly for the next few weeks; she probably won’t be able to play soccer anymore and Jonathan was in a coma. 

Unfortunately, I was luckier than them and only got three broken ribs and a broken arm. The doctor said I should get better in a couple months however, they have to keep me until the end of the week to make sure there’s nothing more than that.

I spent most of the days crying in bed, the guilt eating me alive. I almost killed my two best friends and myself. Thankfully, the medical treatment I was prescribed numbed me enough to make the burden easier to carry. This week felt like it never ended, I couldn't wait to go back home and leave this awful hospital bed. 

The medicines I had to take made me feel better. So much better, that I started to take bigger doses instead of decreasing it as time went by. When the doctor stopped my prescription, I realized I couldn’t continue without the treatment. Without the medicines all I could do was think about that day and the lives I ruined. I was going back to school after a couple weeks of staying home. I tried to stick to the rhythm again but I struggled to focus on anything else. I eavesdropped and heard people talking about a party in an abandoned place tonight; I thought about it for a second and linked the dots: I must be able to find what I need at this party.

As soon as I got home I opened my wardrobe and put on a short tight black dress with ripped thighs. I did my makeup and got ready to leave. I could hear the loud music from down the street; I arrived at the place and had to walk over people’s bodies laying on the floor. Everyone was high and the atmosphere was very odd but all I cared about was my drug.

I saw a bunch of people assembled in a corner and took a look. The plug was just behind that wall. I waited for my turn and walked towards the drug dealer. I was really surprised when I saw Ellie Williams, the girl I met during the Halloween Party. She looked just as surprised as me when she recognized me.

-Maya? I barely recognized you. So this is how you normally dress, huh? I knew Wendy Terrance’s style was not your normal style but… -I don’t really have time to talk, do you have Opiates ? I said cutting her. -Maya you’re shaking you’re ok?  -Just give it to me please, how much is it? -No I’m not giving you anything look at you, I don’t want you to kill yourself.  -Why do you even care ? Aren’t you just looking for new clients at parties ? You have a new client now. -Hey, look at everyone around you here, I know that you’re not a junkie and I don’t want you to become one. You shouldn’t even be here wtf are you doing here anyway?

I didn’t know what to say and avoided eye contact with her the whole time. I realized I started to get crazy and I felt so ashamed that she was witnessing all of this. She was so kind and I was acting like a pathetic drug addict.

-Maya, what's happening? Do you need help?

I felt my throat tightening as I answered. 

-Yes. -Ok, take my keys and wait inside my car. I’m gonna come in a few minutes. 

I took her keys and did what she said. About 10 minutes later, she came and joined me, she turned the car on and drove off. I didn’t say nor asked anything about  where we’re going. After a short while she pulled into a fast food’s  parking lot. We stayed in the car as I began to tell her everything that happened in my life since the last time we talked. She was very caring and reassuring. She proposed to get us some food at the drive. We talked about many random things, I saw that she tried her best to make me think about something else. 

After spending 2 hours talking we were both feeling tired. She drove to my place to drop me off but seeing my street and my house brought me back to reality. I didn’t feel strong enough to face another day without opiates. I knew I would just get crazy in my room. Having her around me made it feel a little easier so I asked her if she wanted to crash at my house tonight and keep me company. I noticed a hesitating look on her face but eventually she accepted. 

We went inside my house, it was such a mess. I tried my best to clean and make things look better but the truth is I haven’t been able to clean for the past week. My life totally went downhill and everything was so dirty but she didn’t seem to care, I guess she’s used to this type of place.

I installed her on the couch, I thanked her, said good night and went to bed. Everytime I fell asleep I was having the same nightmares with flashing memories of the accident and Emily and Jonathan dying. I couldn’t bring myself to sleep. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and saw that Ellie was still wide awake. 

-Are you not tired ? I asked interrupting her from staring at the ceiling -Not really. Aren’t you? -No, I can’t sleep. Wanna watch a movie or something ?  -Sure! She answered with a shy smile, I felt so happy to find an excuse to spend more time with her. -Maybe it’s time for you to watch this classic. I said taking out The Shining from my pile of DVDs. 

She made space for me on the couch next to her and I pressed start. During the movie I felt her arm get behind my shoulder acting like nothing. I was starting to feel sleepy and laid my head on her shoulder as she began to play with my hair. She moved position to make us both lay down on the couch and grabbed the blanket to cover us. I felt safe and finally managed to sleep without nightmares.

------------------- To Be Continued..

[dollieroulette]

UFdoll x Autna CCTV Cats

I love these little freaks.

I've got two now-- pretty much back to back. Both were gifts for Christmas! Today I decided to destring and restring one for -scientific reasons- or something.

Also it turns out Kikagoods already did this-- you can see a much cleaner, polished re-stringing video by Kikagoods -here- and an unboxing video -here-. You can see my less professional yet hopefully helpful photos..below the cut.

So here they are-- Pixel is pink, Gizmo is black. I decided to take apart Pixel because I figured she'd be easier to dress than Gizmo-- that little velvet belt is cute but was kind of a pain.

Here she is fully clothed with all but her tail (It needs a new magnet. More on that later.) They stand pretty well and come pre-strung, which is helpful as..uh. Yeah! Kind of a pain to restring. It's all the fiddly little bits.

Here she is HEADLESS AND NAKIES. Still stands nice.

These were taken after I re-strung her. It needs to be noted that in order to get her clothes back on you do need to have the normal feet and a pair of non-kitty hands on. Luckily for you and I, she comes with them!

Alright. To the bits.

Usually I don't have an outfit to show off so this is fun!

I like her clothing. They're well sewn, despite a lil' thread here and there. Feel well made. I will say that both her clothes AND her bod are cat hair magnets so uh. If you see a hair in any of these photos, no you didn't.

got a little tag inside.

Her socks are stretchy stockings, the bow wraps around and secures in the back. Very cute.

I always worry about bows fraying quickly, but this one feels like it was properly heated along the edges to prevent fraying.

Bod time-- let's look at the head.

The ears are magnetic on the bottom with two little magnets that sometimes come loose. The paperclip you've got to put in on your own and it takes a little finagaling...so I didn't take it out.

You'll notice the head, when the front cover removed, is empty. It's great for when you want to store the ears as the metal plate is just right there.

You can also put a smaller doll's head INSIDE the TV-- that's a whole 'nother thing, though, and I don't have any clear screens just yet to show that off. Yet.

Speaking of the screen.

It comes apart in two pieces. They use magnets to snap in place onto the rest of the head. The screen CAN be switched out with another easily or be left out entirely.

The front of this screen is just a sticker, if I wanted to I could peel it off and put something new on. They sell blanks, however, and I should have some coming in a day or two as of writing.

The wind up key can come out-- but I glued mine in as it was loose. This seems to be a hit or miss sort of issue, as I haven't had that problem with Gizmo yet. I have a similar issue with the tail.

The tails are long, lightweight wires with the CUTEST lil' plugs and bows at the end. They're connected with a little puzzle piece esque plastic piece with a magnet inside onto the back of the torso.

This works ok-- but sometimes falls out easily. The magnet also likes to come lose. You'll notice the tiny piece of plastic sitting alongside the torso here-- that's a piece they include that you can push into the hole on it's back if you're not feeling the tail. Pixel's tail needs a new magnet (..where did it GO?? UGH.) and so I usually keep that piece in place.

Just make sure you insert it with the little hole facing towards you! It's so that you can use a paperclip or something like that to pop it back out if you want.

The plastic feels sturdy. My only concern is the "soft touch" coating(?) it seems to have on it-- I know that those coatings wear off quickly overtime and sometimes can become sticky with age. Quick aside: if you have that issue there isn't really anything you can do to restore the way it used to feel, you'll probably need to use rubbing alcohol to clean it off.

(..what is that little hole in there?)

Interesting note about the torso pieces here-- they're made of two different kinds of plastic. Not sure why-- maybe the softer plastic is too soft to hold up to being strung?

You can see it better for yourself, here.

The upper and lower parts fit very well together! The insides of each socket are also covered in a soft touch coating- maybe it helps with posing? Maybe it's just the type of plastic they used? I'm not totally certain.

Let's move on to- oh. Hey hang on-!

I'm at my image limit!!!

I fully expected this to be a much shorter post, but, well! What can you do. I guess I'll get the second post up tomorrow! For now, I gotta' go to bed. Your girl's SLEEPY.

Night night, ya'll!

[smutracha]

Volume XI

rewind <3 fast forward

Mafia!SKZ Yandere!SKZ Afab!reader Poly!SKZ

tw: violence, blood, guns, knives, nicotine, drugging, alcohol, ptsd, sexual harrasment, mentions of self harm, depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, depictions of death and gore

smut warnings: anal, oral(f), sex toys, filming, pet play, degradation, praise, squirting, shower sex

Monday – Minho

Waking up with Minho was always so pleasant, he would softly wake you up with a gentle voice and a light hand rubbing your back until you looked into his eyes and he could kiss you. He never said good morning, he would just kiss you before he climbed out of bed and piggybacked you into the kitchen where he would sit you down at one of the barstools so you could watch him cook. He’d always make you something extra when you woke up with him.

Partially to show his affection without having to say anything at all. Partially because it meant that you could take your pills and be fully functioning by the time the rest of the boys joined the two of you. Today it was apple and cinnamon oats, something he noticed you particularly enjoyed.

As you finally started coming to your senses, Chan walked into the kitchen in nothing but gym shorts. Hi princess, hi Lino. What’s breakfast today?” “I got oats and veggie sausage and mushrooms and an egg.” “Ooh the oats look yum.”

Minho went to grab a bowl for Chan to have what was left. “Mm, she’ll need the energy.” “Oh yeah, good luck little princess, he’s a bit of a sadist. And a major ass man.”

After breakfast, Minho led you to the shower where he washed your body with gentle flicks at your nipples every so often but when he decided he couldn’t handle just looking anymore, his mouth followed. His lips sucking and biting and gently teasing you had you whining for more. “Ask properly, little kitty.” “Please give me more, need more.” “Master, that’s what you will call me.” “Master, please give me more.” “Good kitten.” He was on his knees before you in no time, hooking a leg over his shoulder so that your wet, puffy folds were right in front of his eyes. “So wet already kitty.” “All because of master.”

He slid his tongue gently over your slit, repeating the process again and again. Tongue starting lower, every time. And like that he sat there, lapping at your ass, while his fingers toyed gently at your clit. The feeling sending you to a newfound bliss. “Master, please.” ”Please what, kitty?” “Fingers please, master.” “Where? Where do you want your master’s fingers?” “In my…” you were too shy and ashamed of yourself to even say the word. “Where, kitty? Could it be here?” he says poking gently at the hole his tongue had been so focused on just before. “Say it, kitty. Say it for your owner.” “Please put your fingers in my ass, master.” it was a shy whisper. “Say it properly, dumb kitten.” “Please finger my ass, master.” “Good kitty.”

“Here you go.” He snickered, plunging a finger inside, the feeling making you cum immediately. It was a whole new world of pleasure. “Oh poor kitten. My dumb little anal whore kitty. Did you cum from just that? Perfect.”

He shut off the shower, quickly wrapping you in a fluffy towel before picking you up and taking you to his personal room. “On the bed, all fours.” You got into the position he wanted, facing the headboard. You couldn’t see as he rummaged behind you but soon enough he came over to sit next to you. He set down a plush cat tailed butt plug, some lube and a dildo. “This dildo is special, my pet. Wanna know why?” you nod with large eyes staring at the blue cock. It was long and curved and an average girth. It had you drooling already, “Drooling over your master’s cock already? Dumb whore, this dildo is special cause it’s modelled after me. We got these so that you could have us when we aren’t able to help you. But look how handy they are.”

He wandered back to where he was and came back holding a pair of cat ears and a collar with a bell. Black and pink. it was all so co-ordinated. He adorned you with the items as he settled his hand roughly on your throat, digging the leather of your baby pink collar into your neck. “You’re gonna suck on this cock while daddy gets you used to your new tail, kitten.”

He placed the fake cock on the headboard for you to suck and drool on. After settling in behind you he pumped some lube onto your sensitive hole. The sudden cold making you jerk forward in shock but the second you felt his fingers rubbing over it, you moaned around the beautiful dildo in your mouth. “Good girl. Just relax.”

But that’s as far as his sweetness went it seemed. Without any warning, he had two fingers pumping into your ass, stretching you open before he spat into it. A wave of cum spilling from your pussy. “Oh dumb kitty, you must love this. God you’re just so perfect, can’t wait to fuck you.” You were already cock drunk; his words hardly even registered. Immediately after his last word he added another finger, landing a harsh slap to your clit to wake you up, he laid out an instruction “From now on, you only cum when I allow you to cum.” You moaned out an agreement around his fake dick. He stretched and pumped and fucked your ass into oblivion with his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out after some time. You were so far gone that you hadn’t noticed the butt plug disappearing from beside you. The cold push of metal against your ass causing a shrill shriek to sound in your chest. But the sound was muffled, and he scoffed at how pathetic you were. He pulled your hair to bring you off of the dildo, “Wanna hear you.” the plug pushed halfway in as you moaned at the sensation. Then it was pulled back, he kept half-fucking you with the plug. He lowered his head and his lips wrapped around your clit, making you scream in pleasure. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer. “Master, master please. Need to cum, master. Master, wanna cum. M good kitty, cum.” You were a babbling, drool covered mess as he popped his lips off of your clit and yelled “Cum!” before shoving the plug fully inside of you. You squirted on his chest, colours dancing in your vision as you let the orgasm wash over you. “God kitty, might need to shower again. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He rushed off to get a cloth to wipe you down, before doing the same for himself. “Come on, let’s get you some cuddles. What do you need?” “Wanna watch Daria and want water and sweets.”

He'd dressed you in a tiny skirt that barely covered your plump ass, allowing the tail to be seen perfectly. As well as one of his comfy knit sweaters. “Oh my god, you’re so cute my little kitten.” You stopped by the kitchen on your way to the screening room. Turns out the boys had gathered there for lunch.

“Oh, oh my. That’s-“ “Hot” “Did anyone else just nut too?” “Ew” “Man you ruined it” “Yeah”

“Okay if you could stop being weird, maybe you could come join us for aftercare.” “How is it aftercare when my little Pixie’s ass is stuffed like that, she’s still new.” “New? Hah.” He scoffed leading you out of the room while the rest followed. “she came thrice, just from me playing with her ass. She’s just an anal kitty now.” You blushed as he fawned over you and how happy you were making him, if that wasn’t enough, the feeling of being so full and the plug moving with every step had you practically dripping.

“Gonna have to do something bout the mess she’s making.” Hyunjin adds while watching your slick thighs rub and jiggle with every step. “That reminds me, I gotta have my sheets cleaned.” You reached the room, and he led you to sit in his lap while he instructed I.N what to put on for you. Sitting in his lap only pushed the plug further into you, making a moan spill from you. The pleasure brought tears to your eyes. “Holy shit, that’s hot.” “We’re only halfway through the training kitten, you’re already so broken.” You mewled at his hands running up your sides as his lips found purchase on your neck. He broke away as the intro song started. 5 episodes later, he decided it was time to finish his training on you.

“Remember baby, cum when I say so.” You were on the bed once again, set in what he told you is called ‘humble’ position. You were to put your ass on display while your back arched as you rested with your arms stretched out before you. He tugged lightly at your tail. Sending a shiver through your body and making you mewl loudly while he started pulling the plug out. You felt the way your aching hole stayed open, he groaned at the sight. “God, baby. At this rate m gonna lose my mind. You’re really made for me, aren’t you. I need to have this ass.” “Master, m yours. All yours, please fuck me. Need master.” “Fuck kitty, you’re making this so hard. I’ll give you my cock soon enough. For now, you’ll have to take a copy.” He rounded you to stroke your cheek gently while his fingers pumped your puckering hole. “is that ok, kitten?” “Yes master.” “So good for your owner, here let me lube you up.” He went to look at your ass again. You felt his spit land on and mostly in your ass just as you heard the sound. Your hips bucked backwards at the degrading action. God he really had you a mess so soon. “And to think you were so innocent, so unbroken only a few hours ago. What happened, pixie?” You could only whimper in shame at his degradation, what was more is that you loved every second of it. “Did your owner do this, baby? Did I really turn you into a cock-dumb bitch?” “Yes, master.” “Well then, let’s give you more. Let’s really break you.” He suddenly shoved the dildo into you. The feeling was amazing. The way you felt every ridge, the subtle curve and the head of it brushing your wall with every thrust. You were gone, drooling and whining. Not a single thought in your head. He stopped for a second, the pause making you open your lust blown eyes, only to find his phone set in front of your face. “I wanna show the boys just how pretty you are, how good you are. And all this just for a plastic cock, whore.” He went back to viciously fucking you with his dildo. “Who owns you baby?” You could only whimper and whine in response. His thrusts only became more volet. “Answer me you cock-hungry slut.” You were screaming with the cruelty of his actions, the pleasure overwhelming every cell. “You own me, master!” You screamed out. “Cum for your owner. Cum for me kitty!” And like that you blacked out in bliss. White flashes bursting behind your eyelids as you squirted all over his arm.

“So good, baby. So good.” He gently rubbed your back, pulling you up into his arms as he picked you up. He grabbed his phone too before carrying you into the bathroom. He sat you on the bathmat. “Gonna run us a bath ok, angel?” He opened the faucet, while the tub filled he held you gently. “You did so good baby, so good.” Soft kisses peppered your face as you giggled in spite of the drowsy state you were in. He stripped himself of his clothes and you of your ears and collar.

As you both settled into the tub he laid you on his shoulder. “It’s ok baby, go to sleep.”

You were wakened as the sun settled over the horizon, to a gentle voice. Met with Minho’s soft smile, he told you it was time for supper. “Come, I’ll carry you.” And indeed, he did. The boys sat chatting amongst themselves as you entered the kitchen, being brought to a seat. Only your food was left at the table. Minho placed you on his lap so that he could feed you while the boys watched. Their soft smiles making you feel warm. “Why you all staring?” “Just heard some screams earlier. You have fun with Minho, little fairy?” Hyunjin asked you.

They all laughed at the blush you tried to hide in your hands. “You must be a bit tired huh, baby? Who you cuddling tonight?” “Want Seungie” “Me? Really? I must be the luckiest guy in the world.” “Minho just had her ass dude; I think that trumps cuddles.” “I haven’t had her ass till I’m actually fucking her full of my cum.” An unanticipated moan filled the room as you felt the wetness rush to your pussy. “Wow she really is cock-hungry for her master, huh?” Changbin chuckles at your state. “Oh my god, you showed them that?!” “I said I would little kitty. By the way, they lost their minds. I’ve never seen Felix so desperate before in my life.” “She doesn’t need to know, Minho.” “Look at you, but I couldn’t get a coherent word out of you while you lost yourself on my cock. All of that from one clip of your precious pixie taking it up her ass. My pretty Lixie.” “Hyune, you know that’s not fair; you really know how to use me.”

“Seungie, sleep?” You found yourself drifting off even as the boys teased and argued about their sexual habits and performance. “Come little pup. Let’s go.”

[goblin-writer]

Sometimes all you need is Magic

It was a dark and stormy night. Rain sluiced through the grand streets and whispered down alleys. The night sky lit starkly by the near constant rolling flashes of lighting. Even the wind could, at times, be roused to run past a window, howling or cackling madly. Flinging about all manner of muck.

Leaves were plastered against windows. Mud adorned the fresh painted walls. And a great many people crowded indoors.

After all, indoors keeps you safe from the predations of the weather. A good roof, closed windows, and well plugged walls all speak to a well-kept household. And many well kept households made a neighbourhood. And these neighbourhoods, when sufficiently, convinced would form a town.

Or even, when the fancy struck, a city.

But every city had a neighbourhood that was less well regarded. Not due to any fault of the people living there. In fact you could often find people that would give you their last left boot if you needed it. Just the left, mind you. The right was, after all, the foot you should keep dry for your so-called helth.

No, the great wizard Mildew thought, these neighbourhoods were often predisposed to being just leeward of the tanneries and dye makers. Just below a sewage outlet. The place the hoipolloi preferred to forget about.

But the rent was cheap, he thought as he emptied the third bucket of the night out the window. Four stories down into a street that was doing its best river impression.

Sure, his roof leaked, and the window didn’t shut properly, but the people here helped replace his books after the book worms got in. They did wreak havoc on the hardcovers. And they had helped when the paint peeled off his wall after his last foray into alchemy.

A sheet of rain drenched the wizard as the storm seemed to think badly of his attempt to pail the water from his study.

“Amon, come quick.” Mildew called and heard a crash from the other room. He shook his head. Amon, his assistant, had a bad habit of pulling down the curtains when called to assist.

He shut and latched the window, daring it to open again.

“Dark and stormy. Just as I get everything packed away from last time.” He turned to the doorway and saw a bundle of cloth making its way toward him, “Careful, Amon.” He unfurled the remains of a blue curtain from a tabby cat, and nuzzled it, “We can’t have you catching a cold. I need you to fetch my flint.”

Amon looked up at Mildew and blinked before turning about and ceremoniously hopping onto the last chair unoccupied by books, curling up and closing his eyes.

Mildew shook his head. He had read that wizards were meant to have cat familiars. They would help with spells and sending messages but every time he asked something of Amon he would get that same blink and no assistance. At least he stopped cleaning himself upon any request. Why did wizards bother with familiars?

He wondered the same as he ventured into the other room. Peeling wallpaper and boxes piled three high. Rifling through first one, then another. With some flint he could cast a protective ward. It would keep at least some rain out.

By box five he despaired in ever finding his flint. And he was enticed to surrender his search as the window crashed open in the other room. With a start he dashed back in, towel in hand, and spread it below the window.

“Where did I leave that flint?” He wondered aloud. Only to be answered once by the crack of lightning and once by the bored meow of Amon. He could imagine what the cat was saying.

Don’t worry Mildew, I know where it is. Just go to the kitchen and bring me a tuna mayonnaise sandwich. Then I’ll give it to you.

“We don’t have tuna, Amon.” He sighed and looked at the cat, “And the flint will help both of us.”

Amon yawned and stood, hopping off the chair, tail high, and sauntered into the bedroom. As Mildew watched he spotted flint and steel next to a candle, dripping its wax into ever higher towers on the back of a pile of leather-bound books.

He closed and latched the window, grabbed the flint and started casting a spell. In his mind he could extend the magical cover to the entire ceiling of the room. And, much as he had been taught he chanted and visualised the space above the roof. A thin protective field diverting rain into the street below and not onto his floor, nor into his nearly full bucket.

As he spoke the last word he heard a loud crash as smoke wreathed him for just a moment. Next a cold wind surrounded him.

His eyes adjusted to the light.

Above him?

The barrier had worked.

Above him the rain splattered down onto an invisible forcefield.

He looked down.

It was a dark and stormy night; Amon was curled up in a mostly empty moving box.

And the great wizard Mildew was stuck on his roof.

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Thank you @flashfictionfridayofficial for this wonderful prompt. I had wanted to go a decidedly gruesome way originally but couldn't get this out of my head.

[rainbowhighschoolnurse]

Doll restoration: Shadow High’s Heather Grayson

Didn’t realize until after I finished that I never took before pictures x_x. She came with the first lot of dolls I got, and was missing all but one single shoe of hers.

Unlike most of the dolls I’ve gotten, which had disastrous hair but face and body in pretty good condition, she was the opposite. Her body was really dirty. I had to wash her twice to clean off all the grime and grease buildup—the second time with stronger soap than usual. There were several weird smudges on her face that I went at with acetone when they didn’t come off on the first wash (very carefully so as not to accidentally remove her makeup), which thankfully worked even though Is still can’t think what might have cause them.

She also had what appeared to be mold on the back of her arm which I dealt with by scrubbing it clean and then wrapping it in an alcohol soaked paper towel for several hours to kill any germs or spores left over. Unfortunately, it was too late to prevent it staining the plastic.

Contrary to all that, her hair was in good shape. There’s some very slight discoloration on the underside of the white half, which I thought about doing an oxy-clean wash for, but frankly it didn’t seem worth it. You can only see it if you’ve got good light and you’re really looking for it. It combed out easily, and I washed and conditioned it and let it dry.

Now even though it didn’t take me an hour to comb out the tangles, that’s not to say her hair didn’t pose any problems. See, the thing is, her original hairstyle had been taken out and her hair was down, meaning I had to part it down the middle by color. And to make matters more difficult, rather than a single rooted part, she had a rooted line of black hair on the white half, and a rooted line of white on the black half, and I had to criss-cross basically one plug at a time, alternating to get it back to the way it was originally.

It took me about 5 hours over three days to do a two and a half inch part and I was separating strands individually way more than I would have liked. And that wasn’t even the end of it because once I got to the front, she had this huge clump of gray hair right on the crown of her head that wasn’t in any of the pictures I could find of the doll anywhere, so I wasn’t sure what to do about it. In the end, i just parted about ¾ of an inch in the front without regard for colors because how the heck else was I gonna deal with gray hairs. To make it look more intentional, I also pulled a small section in the back and reverse parted it so there was a streak behind her head.

Once her hair was fully parted, I could finally tie it up in her original pigtails, and that was when another problem presented itself: the bangs. They did not want to stay separated, and they really did not want to lay flat against her face. So what I did was pull them back and tie them together behind her neck with a hair-tie so they laid against her face like they were supposed to, then I rubbed some pomade on the hair over her face and especially right at her scalp, and left it for a few hours to set. When I took the hair-tie out, her bangs sit properly. There was a slight kink in her bangs where the hair-tie held them behind her neck, which you can see in the first pic, but it has since eased itself out with time and gravity.

Although I didn’t have her shoes, I did have most of her clothes, so I put her in her secondary dress and her awesome jacket, which has extra straps inside so she can wear it just over her shoulders and not on her arms, which I thought was pretty neat. I put her in Mila Berrymore’s thigh high embroidered boots because I thought it was a cool look with the minidress, and accessorized with a blind box purse and one of Carmen Major’s fishnet gloves to complete the look.

[borninwinter81]

The mirror is not a mirror. Its a jewellery holder. I bought this mirror for £5 at a car boot sale when I was about 15 years old. It's served me well for the last 27 years. I've always used it more for jewellery, the curly bits lend themselves to that, and it means when they're not being worn they're still decorative to the room.

There's far too much here for me to go through it all, though the vast majority is thrifted or I've had for decades and I forget where its from. However, shoutout to my friend for the rosary style necklace (here's a post I did about them in more detail which includes a link to her etsy shop). She also made the green lady and the heart with the eye in it at the top and the dragon eye. I think they were all done with air drying clay.

I also assembled a few myself (can't really say I properly "made" them), the ones you see on velvet ribbons, and I have a full post about how I did that here.

The message board is not a message board. Its a jewellery holder.

Many of these were found or thrifted. The two sets at the top left are my Good Omens earrings that I put together with charms and beads, the onyx teardrops were my wedding earrings, the flies are by Katie Whittle, the Krampus ones were bought at a comic con but unfortunately I've forgotten the details of the seller (a shame because she had lots of other cool stuff).

The ravens I got from Etsy, but they're originally Ali Express. Be careful with etsy, there are a lot of sellers who claim their stock is handmade but are really re-selling items from Ali Express, Wish or Temu. Initially I found these for £19 ("on sale", regular price supposedly £30). All the seller had done was put an earring hook on them, which I really don't think qualifies them as handmade or warrants such a price hike. I did a search for "crow charm" and found them being sold elsewhere on etsy for £5. Then I did a reverse image search and found the original Ali Express listing where they can be bought for £2.37.

I did buy the £5 etsy ones for the convenience of having them shipped from the UK, but I would always advise checking more than one shop, or using Google lens/reverse image searching if you suspect an etsy item might not be legit.

You may notice, none of my earrings have hooks or posts on them. This is because my ears are stretched (the right has been 16mm for many years, and I'm currently stretching up the left to match, at present it's 5mm), so I can't wear conventional earrings.

You can get special plugs or tunnels that you can hang a hook earring from, but they usually make it very front-heavy which I don't like. I prefer the weight evenly distributed across my whole ear.

So, I simply remove the hook or post from any earrings I buy using jewellery pliers, and when I want to wear a set I hang them from a hinged segment ring (bottom left on my pin board, very cheap online), and put the ring through my tunnel. You just have to make sure there is a loop of some kind left at the top of the earring that you can put the segment ring through.

And if I want to wear them hanging from another of my lobe piercings I can do that too 😉. All my regular piercings are 1.2mm.

[youngpeachenthusiast]

first ever university exam and i feel like it warrants a storytime because it's the best showcase of accessibility i've ever encountered in my whole life. for a little heartwarming story read under the cut, i guess?

when i finally got my adhd diagnosis my high school teachers pushed me to ask for as little accommodation as possible because i already was doing mostly well and they didn't deem it necessary, and to be honest i hadn't quite realized how much of a difference it would make to receive proper support.

a few months ago i found out through a friend that with my adhd certification i am eligible for class/exam accommodations (exciting!) and that it was an easy process to make a request and so i thought "hey what the hell, let's give it a try" and just asked for my regular ear plugs and 30% more time on exams, because i'm always scrambling at the last minute trying to put my answers into order and that always always always affects my results negatively. and guys. guys. oh my god. those additional few minutes felt actually life changing oh my god. i actually had time to collect my thoughts and write them down in a way that didn't feel incredibly rushed and messy!!!

but besides the incredible realizations that accommodations are put in place for a reason (crazy right?), let's talk about how my professors dealt with my request.

before we get into that, i feel like i should note that the professors of this specific class were the only one who had translated the exam into spanish for the erasmus students to allow them to express themselves in the best way possible, despite them not knowing spanish (which i imagine makes correction a bit harder).

but now, onto my exam: first of all, they allotted a few more minutes than the required 30% addition for me to do my work. just like, out of their own volition.

when they let us in the classroom, one of my profs came next to me, guided me through accessing the online platform for the exam, and let me know that i could start before my classmates so i wouldn't have to stay that much longer than them and could still go home at a decent time (and i got home at 9pm because... commuting... so those few minutes really did make a difference).

when i finished the exam i was the only person left in the classroom and he took the time to ask if everything was alright, if the exam was properly fit to my needs, if i had any doubts about the questions and he let me know that if i needed or wanted to retake it i could just send him an email and we could even arrange for the exam to be oral, if that was going to be better for me.

i had time to take my exam, i felt like they actually wanted to make sure i was fully included and in the position to succeed in the class, no questions asked at all except for "is there any way we can make this even more inclusive for you?"

and this doesn't have as much to do with the accessibility, but because i was the last one in class my prof told me that if i just waited a minute he'd correct the exam right away and he did! he pointed out the question i answered wrong and explained what the right answer was and why, he took the time to read out the answer to the final open ended questions and (to my shock) he told me what my grade would be right away! (which by the way i scored the highest 😎)

i was just kind of standing there babbling nonsense because i was so startled by the amount of care put into making sure my exam was as good an experience as my classmates' (and also being told i scored a 30 on the spot felt absolutely unreal).

even when i was leaving the classroom my profs kept reminding me that if i ever need anything they're there to help and i was just awestruck. so uh. yeah. i'm sure this is probably as good as it gets and definitely not all profs will be so eager to accommodate but oh my god... actually being listened to and having my needs accounted for is amazing. i could cry. major props for my pedagogy and childrens' rights profs for actually putting each and every one of us in the position to succeed in their class without having to work 10x as harder than our peers😭😭

[mj-iza-writer]

Warning- swear words, hair shaving.

"Okay, Whumpee, are you ready?", Whumper sighed and plugged in their razor.

Whumpee sobbed as they shook their head no.

"Geesh, don't make me feel worse than I already do", Whumper sighed, "I don't want to shave your head either, I really like your hair."

Whumper turned on the razor.

Whumpee turned fast, making Whumper stop.

"There has to be another way to fix this without shaving it... please", Whumpee sobbed.

"Whumpee, they rubbed the hair removal chemical into your scalp. It's coming out in clumps, and your scalp is burned from the chemical", Whumper looked down at them, "I have to treat the burns on your scalp, plus your remaining hair is singed. It's best to restart it so new hair will grow and be healthy."

Whumpee shook as they tried to hold back tears.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, I promise you that is the last time I allow anyone to watch you while I'm out of town", Whumper sighed, "I told them not to touch you, just let you go about chores and make sure you were alive. Have the guards help if you need a punishment."

Whumpee sat back down on the floor in between Whumper's legs.

"Okay", Whumpee sighed, "get it over with please."

Whumper turned on the razor and rested it on Whumpee's head for a second so they could feel it. They then started to shave the damaged hair away.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut as their hair fell all around them.

Whumper felt their anger rise with every glide they made with the tool.

'They will fucken pay for damaging my slave', Whumper thought to themself.

"Okay we're done", Whumper exhaled with annoyance, "let's go to the bathroom and clean you up in the tub, then I'll put some ointment on those burns."

Whumpee leaned over the tub and let Whumper spray over their head and shoulders. Once done, Whumper gently patted Whumpee's scalp dry.

"Go ahead and sit on my bed, I'll be in to take care of you", Whumper sprayed the tub over to get rid of the loose hair.

Whumpee groaned as they climbed onto the bed and waited. They glanced at a mirror that sat across from the bed. They felt like it was mocking them.

They quickly got up and went out into the hall.

Whumper walked up, "my bed isn't out here."

"I-I can't look in the mir-mirror, I don't want to se-see it", Whumpee struggled to explain, they wanted to cry and scream so badly.

Whumper sighed, "okay. Okay, go ahead and go to the dining room. I'll grab the stuff and be down."

"I'm sorry", Whumpee whispered.

"It's okay, I know your hair was important to you and this was a lot", Whumper comforted, "I am not happy that this happened to you."

"Thankyou", Whumpee whispered before heading to the dining room.

Whumper came down after a few minutes carrying a few things.

"Alright let's see", Whumper set everything down and started to look over Whumpee's scalp.

"Not as bad as I thought", Whumper sighed in relief, "it looks like just one bad burn, it looked like it was bigger when I first saw it so that is a relief."

"What is that stuff used for master?", Whumpee asked while Whumper gently applied an ointment, "what did they use on me?"

"It's a hair remover, people use it to remove unwanted hair from their bodies, like on their arms and legs. If not careful and if not used properly the chemicals can burn your skin", Whumper looked over the burns again, "it shouldn't be used on sensitive areas such as the scalp because the skin is sensitive."

Whumpee listened intently.

"It also shouldn't be left on for an extended amount of time because of chemical burns. Also why it shouldn't be used on the scalp as it's hard to clean out."

Whumper added a little more ointment before reaching for gauze, "does your head feel okay? Doe anything sting?"

"It feels okay Master, the burn doesn't hurt as much right now", Whumpee finally looked up at Whumper, "thankyou Master for helping your slave."

"You're welcome, and don't worry. The person who did this will pay dearly", Whumper frowned, "okay, I'm going to wrap your head in gauze so the ointment will stay on. You get the rest of today off. It's the least I could do since this happened."

"Really Master, you mean it", Whumpee seemed to be lightening up a bit. Whumper smiled.

"Yes of course", Whumper concentratedon applying the gauze, "you deserve it after all of this, and don't worry, your hair will grow back in no time."

When their head was finally wrapped in the gauze Whumpee turned and gave a small grin to Whumper.

"I'm glad to see you smiling again", Whumper grinned.

"Thankyou Master for taking care of me, I didn't deserve your gentle care", Whumpee beamed.

"You're welcome. Now go enjoy some rest time. I have something to attend to", Whumper smiled, "I have something special planned for dinner as well."

"Really", Whumpee squirmed excitedly.

"Yes, now run along. Please, try not to itch your head", Whumper smiled as they watched Whumpee wander off.

Whumper quickly walked to a hidden door. They slammed and locked it behind them. No need to chance Whumpee coming down their.

They could hear the muffled cries halfway down the steps.

"Hello bastard, are you ready for your punishment", Whumper sauntered over to a tool bench paying little mind to their prisoner.

Chains clancked together as whining became louder and more desperate.

Whumper finally turned to the person.

"I considered you a friend and trusted my prized possession to your care. I told you not to touch them. Make sure they're alive and taken care of, and that they do their chores. If they act up, have the guards deal with Whumpee. Or write it down, and I'd deal with it upon my return."

Whumper crouched down in front of the prisoner and frowned.

The person yelled into the gag they had tightly stuffed in their mouth.

"Shh", Whumper held their pointer finger over their mouth, "you don't get to talk, I'm talking", Whumper whispered threateningly, "I'm about to show you why you don't fuck with me, but this lesson will be short lived as you are about to die."

The person looked at Whumper with a terrified expression before pulling at their chains.

"I'm not one to play with, I'm quite dangerous, the police should have told you more before you took this assignment", Whumper stood and walked back to the tool bench, "I appreciate you giving me a heads up about the police planning a raid, my guards are well prepared to welcome them."

"You know there was a period of time Whumpee had to deal with my bad side, they were terrified of me", Whumper grinned, "but they finally gave in to me and my will. Now they are happy and taken care of. I take care of my people, you know", Whumper began mixing something.

They stepped over and pulled the gag from the person's mouth.

"Any last things to say before I put this science experiment on your head", Whumper held up the mixture.

"Please, I want to be your friend, the police were monitoring you through me", the person stuttered as they eyed the chemical, "please don't put that on my head, please."

"Hmm thanks for letting me know about the police, I'll be sure to let them know you said goodbye", Whumper grinned, "that doesn't explain why you did that to Whumpee."

"Th-they heard me talking to the police, they were about to call a guard into the house", the person stated then gulped.

Whumper frowned, and started to dump the mixture on the person's head.

They screamed as the mixture slid over their head and face.

It burnt. Their skin felt as though it was melting.

A guard stepped in a few minutes later.

"Oh good", Whumper smiled, "go ahead and take them out of their misery. Finalize that the home and guards are ready for a police raid, I'm sure they'll be here soon when they don't hear from this person. I'm going to find Whumpee."

The guard nodded and went to work.

Whumper was met by two guards at the entrance.

"We heard about the police, everything is secured. You should have no issues", one of them stated, "the bunker is prepared in case you need it though."

"Thankyou", Whumper frowned, "such a pain all of this."

They caught sight of Whumpee peaking around the corner.

"Come here", Whumper sighed.

Whumpee cowarded away from the guard's glare as they made their way to Whumper.

They bowed to Whumper, "I'm sorry Master."

"What are you doing sneaking around?", Whumper frowned.

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't Master", Whumpee shakily stated.

"Explain", one of the guards stated impatiently.

Whumpee shook as they looked at Whumper, "I know you let me have today off, but I was afraid you wouldn't have your tea. So I made you some, I was trying to find you when I heard you talking. I didn't want to disturb you, so I was waiting."

Whumper relaxed their face to a smile and looked at their watch, "ah yes it is time for tea. I believe the guards here know what needs to be done. Let's go to my office."

Whumper nodded to the guards as they walked pass, "you know what to do", Whumper whispered.

Whumpee quietly walked beside Whumper as they walked to the office.

"Are you feeling okay Whumpee?", Whumper saw them wipe a tear.

"Ye-yes sir, I apologize for my emotions", Whumpee hurried to straighten up, "I didn't know I was interrupting you. I should have listened to what you had said about resting. I'm sorry."

"You're not in trouble I appreciate you thinking about me", Whumper smiled, "don't worry about what is going on around us, let's enjoy some tea together."

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[krikeymate]

You know that one TikTok of Melissa opening the fridge with Jenna in it? ;) Imagine: the core 4 are having a sleepover or something. Sometimes they love to play games they used to play when they had sleepovers as kids with Sam as the babysitter. Just for the nostalgia of it. It’s super hot. The apartment doesn’t have AC and it’s been hot for days so there’s no difference between the inside and the outside temperatures. Anyway, they’ve decided to play hide and seek. Sam’s the seeker. She found Chad first. He hid behind the curtains and sneezed before Sam even finished counting. Mindy is next. She was under Tara’s bed. It’s been 30 minutes and the three of them are still looking for Tara. She’s always been good at this game but they’re playing in an apartment with very limited options to hide, and they’ve looked everywhere! Every cupboard is opened, every closet door, even the drawers. The apartment is a mess. Sam’s starting to freak out. “Ok Tara, you won! It’s over. You can come out now!” No reply. Sam checks the locks on the front door. She swears, if Tara left the apartment without telling them she’s going to kill her, no matter if it’s a game or not. But the locks are still closed and some of them can’t be locked from the outside. Mindy and Chad are still mostly relaxed. It’s not the first time that Sam freaked out during hide and seek because she couldn’t find Tara. It’s the first time as adults, tho. “Calm down, Sam. It’s not like she’d climb out of the windows or something,” Mindy jokes. Sam promptly checks all the windows. They’re all calling out for Tara now. Sam is contemplating calling Kirby for help. Then Chad is like “This is taking too long. I need a bear” and goes into the kitchen. He’s briefly confused because all the fridge contents are on the table and no one noticed it before. He opens the fridge and jumps. Tara’s in there. She’s not moving. Oh my god, did someone kill Tara and place her in the fridge? “Turn the lights off! It’s too bright,” Tara mumbles sleepily. Chad blinks. Once. Twice. Again. “Sam, I found Tara,” he whisper-yells.

They've got a dying old fridge-freezer shoved to the side in the dining room, they haven't had a chance to get it collected yet. The freezer no longer works properly and the door seal is busted, but the fridge compartment still does the trick, so they keep it plugged in and use it for extra space.

I love love love the idea of a bunch of grown adults deciding to play children's games, because having fun is timeless. The comical image of them getting more and more desperate and confused and checking ridiculous places where she obviously can't be but what if she is is always welcome.

Tara being like oh small dark and cool? Sounds ideal to hide in on a hot summer day! And just climbing into a fucking fridge and taking a nap. Chad closes the door behind him and tells the others and then Sam is pulling her out and going what the fuck are you doing?! Are you insane?!

She make a no climbing into a deathtrap rule after that (Mindy makes a sign for the fridge), and the old fridge-freezer gets collected for the dump rather quickly after that.

[thatrandomghostfan]

A job in a shady business PT.4

As the robot was charging up, Claire took the time to untangle the coil legs. As soon as he was able to move, he placed himself on the bench to recharge properly.

"Soooo.... Who are you?"

"Why my dear! I am the one and only Frankie! You must have seen my face around already!"

"No, stop... I'm not asking who's the character, I'm asking the one behind the control of the machine"

Claire was pretty straight to the point, pointing at the giant bunny a screwdriver that she got out of her bag. Taken aback, it took a few seconds of silence before she got an answer.

"I... Cannot reveal this information. It would be against our confidentiality rule!"

"Ah... Not even a nickname? Also, don't move, I'll have to check the good functioning of everything"

She said as she got closer and started to work on the head. Even tho Frankie froze up, it didn't stop him from talking.

"Just call me Frankie!"

"Alright... But can you drop the showman voice please? I doubt there's anyone to entertain right now..."

She ask, getting a laptop out and plugging it in the back of the head.

"Negative! It is a function that I cannot change!"

Claire backs away a bit to be able to stare at him with a disappointed and annoyed expression. Not like she could read the unmoving expression of the plastered huge smile that wore Frankie. She just lets out a groan and gets back to her screen to check what she had to work on.

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Meanwhile, Trevor finished up getting all the bodies of the room and putting them in bags.

He kept count by using a notepad that he left near said bodies. Thankfully, to be able to clean, he had accessibility to water in the locker room. Making it easier for him to clean off the blood.

"Welp! Gotta scrub all this now!"

He started by searching the highest areas that got dirty, he got a bit annoyed by how far up some stains were, he had to go back to get his ladder if he wanted to clean those off.

As he tried, the door was stuck. Not budging.

"The hell?"

He tried to force and kick the door but it didn't move an inch.

"Bloody hell, don't tell me we're stuck inside..."

He started to get frustrated until he noticed a note beside the door, it was too dark to read it, but he got his personal torch out. Useful when there's cut off lights where he goes to work.

The note was a schedule indicator, letting know that the doors automatically closes between 11 pm to 6 am and 11 am to 6 pm. This did not please Trevor.

"And how the fuck am I supposed to get my stuff now? Couldn't they have told me before?! Fuck!"

He kicked harder the door out of frustration, without much changing. The tired man stormed back, he was still pretty stubborn and wouldn't give up that easily. He did have an image to keep for his job, so he started to search around for something to help him. Thankfully, he did manage to find a ladder in the end, and seen way more work that will need to be done.

"So... Burnt marks, scratches and hanging wires are also something I will have to take care of? "

[quohotos]

CW: Negativity, Grief

When we graduated high school my best friend at the time invited me and a small group of people to a graduation party at a local casino/hotel. We didn't gamble, we just hung out at the hotel room and used the pool. For some fucking reason I asked one of my friends to bring the firefly DVD box set so we could play it on my jank-ass computer. I didn't have an HDMI cable, so I asked them to bring one. They didn't bring one, but no worries, their older sibling would grab one on the way out and they'd meet us there. They got the wrong cable. They grabbed the one from their gaming monitor and that was a display port not HDMI, wouldn't plug into the hotel TV. I got really frustrated, way too frustrated. I remember complaining "I can't believe you couldn't tell the difference between a display port and an HDMI"

I don't know why I was like this. They actually do look very similar. They were in a hurry. They were trying to do a nice thing and I just threw it in their face. No one but me even wanted to watch firefly, and I'd already seen it.

They left in a huff, rightfully fucking so if you ask me. I called them to apologize, they hung up on me. It ruined the party. Other people left early, no one really had fun. My best friend made a huge fucking mistake by bringing me along.

why was I like this why am I like this?

I don't think I ever properly apologized, I might have, but I don't remember. Not in a way that matters. None of them want to speak to me anymore (for something completely unrelated I did that was much worse, I promise) so I couldn't even apologize if I wanted to. All of these people were really nice to me in every other scenario, did really great things for me, stuck their necks out for me, and I took them for granted. It's been six years, or at least it will be in a few months. I've thought about that night every night ever since.

Don't wait to apologize to the people you love, if not for their sake than for yours