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How to Clean and Maintain Your Copper Bottle for Safe Drinking

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In a world increasingly attuned to holistic well-being, the humble copper bottle has emerged as a wellness accessory with both tradition and science on its side. Beyond its aesthetic appeal, a copper bottle is believed to offer numerous health benefits, from aiding digestion to promoting a robust immune system. However, to fully harness these advantages, proper care and maintenance are paramount. This guide is your go-to resource for ensuring that your copper bottle remains a reliable companion on your wellness journey, providing not just refreshment but also the assurance of safe and clean hydration.

From the age-old wisdom of Ayurveda to modern-day scientific studies, copper has been praised for its antimicrobial properties and ability to purify water. As we delve into the intricacies of maintaining your copper bottle, we’ll uncover the delicate balance between tradition and practicality. Whether you’re a seasoned wellness enthusiast or a newcomer to the world of copper hydration, these tips will empower you to keep your bottle pristine, ensuring each sip is not only refreshing but also safe for your well-being.

Cleaning Your Copper Bottle:

Use a Gentle Cleanser:

Mix equal parts of white vinegar and water or use lemon juice and salt to create a paste.

Apply the mixture to the inside and outside of the copper bottle.

Scrub with a Soft Brush or Cloth:

Use a soft brush or cloth to scrub the interior and exterior of the bottle.

Pay extra attention to the areas with tarnish or stains.

Rinse Thoroughly: Rinse the bottle thoroughly with plain water to remove any residue from the cleaning solution.

Dry Completely: Ensure the bottle is completely dry before storing or using it again.

Regular Maintenance:

Avoid Dishwashers: Hand wash your copper bottle as dishwasher detergents can be harsh and may affect the copper’s patina.

Use Mild Soap Sparingly: If you prefer to use soap, use a mild, natural soap sparingly. Rinse thoroughly to remove any soap residue.

Avoid Abrasive Cleaners: Do not use abrasive cleaners or scouring pads as they can scratch and damage the copper surface.

Lemon and Salt Cleaning: Periodically, clean the bottle with a mixture of lemon juice and salt. Apply the mixture, let it sit for a few minutes, and then scrub and rinse.

Check for Tarnish: Monitor your copper bottle for tarnish. Tarnish is a natural process, but if you prefer a shiny appearance, use a mixture of lemon and salt to polish the copper.

Store Properly: Store your copper water bottle in a cool, dry place. Avoid exposure to direct sunlight for prolonged periods.

Tips for Safe Drinking:

Check for Leaks: Regularly check for leaks, especially if your copper bottle has a joint or seam.

Replace Gaskets: If your pure copper bottle has rubber or plastic gaskets, replace them periodically to ensure a tight seal.

Don’t Use with Acidic or Carbonated Beverages: Avoid using your copper bottle with acidic or carbonated beverages, as these can accelerate tarnishing and potentially react with the copper.

Regularly Inspect Interior: Periodically inspect the interior of the bottle for any signs of corrosion or discoloration.

By following these cleaning and maintenance tips, you can keep your copper bottle in good condition, ensuring safe and enjoyable use for years to come.

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(you can answer privately if you want :0) saw your post about not having drank a Water in so long. i'm curious if you drink beverages other than dr pepper? i mean nothing wrong with the dr pepper or the not drinking a water. i actually didn't know if you had any favorite drinks before now. tl;dr: you as the blog in my computer said you drink dr pepper and now i want to know More about your beverage preferences for some reason

I drink. Far too much Dr. Pepper. Far more than anyone should. It is my favorite beverage, and the house always has some so more than anything it is Convenient. Which is the main deciding factor in what I drink. I can just grab a can and go no cups required

Sprite usually if no Dr. Pepper is available at a restaurant or something. Mtn Dew I only drink if it's poured from a cold 2liter and I am eating Little Ceasars pizza

I also like Yoohoo! Chocolate milk my beloved. And just regular milk I sometimes drink too. If we have chocolate power in the house (for chocolate milk or hot chocolate) I'll like, have a few cups for a few days and then just start eating the powder

Hmm Cool Blue Gatorade if I'm dehydrated/in period pain/sick

And sweet tea! Sweet tea used to be my main drink before dr. Pepper became so abundant in the house. And I love it! But alas, it is not convenient, bc everyone else loves it, and a gallon is gone in a day

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how would the old men of the sea react to y/n asking them to join them in the bath tub?

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Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy x ReaderGN

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Spicy Themes! + Fluff

Buggy

You lay in the large copper bath with a happy sigh, the sweet smell of lavender bubble bath filling the room as you relaxed heavily. You didn't get much time like this to yourself especially on Buggy's ship. Being the main one to keep the place at some semblance or order.

You sigh and lean back to close your eyes and drifr off. Before you hear your door being roughly busted into-

"(Y/N)! Did you approve for them to paint the sky background light blue for the stage peice I wa- wa.. You're uh-" Buggy stopped at his rant as he saw you in the bubble bath, Calmly blinking up at him as he stopped mid rant.

"Captian? Are you okay?" You calmly ask, seeing how red his face was under his grease paint. He turned away quickly.

"I didn't know you were in the bath! I-I was just coming in for-" you wave off his yelling almost-apology. Knowing this was just what he did when flustered, Sitting up more you smirked at your Captian deciding to tease more.

"Wanna join me?~"

You offer, his eyes locking on you quickly like you had just grown a second head. Nodding rapidly and without even saying anything he was already stripping down to nothing like the clothes were the enemy and flinging them away even using the Chop Chop abilities to strip faster.

You laugh as the man almost swan diving into the water and getting real close with a crooked grin, the makeup already melting off his handsome face and eyes shimmering in mischief. He will defiently not keep this innocent for long-

Shanks

You and your crew had taken a stop on a empty island while sailing for the grand line. Choosing to party here and enjoy a few days of laying low before setting sail in a few days.

You would be taking a midnight dip in a nearby stream- enjoying the nice cool water on your skin as you take the time to wash up.

You heard the sound of rustling from the brush next to the stream and look up quickly- seeing your Captian, Red Haired Shanks stumble through the brush, his cheeks red from the booze as he looked around confused- blushing at the sight of you in the water.

"Ah sorry Sweety didn't mean to stumble on ya!" Shanks said with a chuckle, looking away shyly at catching you in this state.

You giggle at this and sink into the water yo cover yourself, the alcohol still flowing in your own system.

"It's alright Cap just enjoying the water. Well why don't you join me? Its cool in here" You offer, feeling way more bold then normal-

Not catching the giddy smile from Shanks as he sets down the rum bottle and starts to disrobe. Jumping in right after you with a smile as he swims to catch up to you.

"Don't mind if I do (Y/N)!-" He will chime and defienly take the chance to swim close to you. Alcohol defiently playing a part in whatever happened that night.

Mihawk

You where in the main bathhouse of Mihawk's Palace in Kuraigana Island. It was a massive room filled with amazing mineral water- it was quite heavenly in truth.

You floated in the water for a bit, fully frontal on the top of the water in pure relation. Which was cut short when the door opened... Your eyes widened and looked up quickly from your floating full frontal to see Mihawk holding a towel and fresh clothes with wide eyes seeing you like this.

He stared at you in shock at seeing you like this, slowly he started to close the door. As you sank into the water to cover yourself-

"W-Wait! Mihawk do you want to maybe join me?" You stutter out shyly as you stare at him. Blushing at your own boldness for asking such a thing- He paused his own movements, before slowly nodding and stepping into the bathhouse fully. You turned away to be respectful at this so he could undress in peace- however you did see his reflection from the polished walls you were looking at and blushed at what you saw.

Gwad Damn!!

Hearing him get into the water you didn't dare to glance back till you felt something warm appear behind you- Glancing up to see Mihawk standing right before you, His eyes practically glowing as he stood with his chest pressed against you a twinkle of mischief in his eye.

"Embarrassed Darling?"

You will leave that bathtub dirtier then when you arrived.

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LIVES IN DAYDREAMS WITH ME JASON TODD (roommate!au)

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cw: masturbating, roommate!jason daydreaming about his roommate. if i've missed any tags, let me know!

Jason knows it’s wrong. You’re his roommate. He shares a living space with you, likes the camaraderie the both of you have built up since you’ve moved in. You sing in the shower, he teases you for whatever song is on the speakers, you bicker about who has to take out the trash because you’re lazy and he just likes riling you up–he always ends up taking it out, in the end. Your bathroom things always clutter the counter, and he always complains when he goes in and ends up accidentally knocking a bottle or serum to the ground. 

Of course he thinks you’re attractive. He’d be a fool not to notice–but you’re his roommate. And he leaves it at that. He’s decidedly not going to go and mess up his living situation just because he’s unable to control his urges. He continues on with life. Teases you, argues with you, texts you about what snacks to buy when he goes to the corner store on his way home and throws the bag at your head when he returns, laughing at the indignant squawk you make. 

But, as life often goes, it only takes one single second for everything to flip on its head. 

He bites his lip so hard he tastes copper, water cascading over him. He’s got a hand flattened against the shower wall, and the other wrapped around his length, slick sounds echoing in the narrow shower space. 

Shame and desire intermingle in his gut, and he tries his hardest to contain his stuttered breaths, exhaling hard through his nose. He feels like a fucking dog, panting over you–

He blames it all on you, the slip of your stomach he’d caught this morning when you’d stretched and your thin shirt had risen to show the sliver of skin, the press of your nipples against the fabric, the little groan you’d let out as your arms came down. You’d be the death of him, he was sure of it, and you’d all but confirmed it when you came out of your room only an hour earlier wearing something crafted straight out of a wet dream. He’d all but frozen where he was sat on the couch, blood rushing south so fast he’d been left dizzy.

You’d been oblivious to his distress as you’d walked out of the door, calling over your shoulder that you’d be back later like he wasn’t tamping down the urge in every single cell of his body to haul you over his shoulder and lock the both of you in his room til he’d emptied your mind of all thoughts of going out. He’d croaked out a hoarse, “Later.” and booked it to the bathroom the moment the door had closed. 

“Fuck,” he grits out through his teeth, fingers tightening, thumb swiping over his throbbing head. Water streams into his eyes, and he shuts them, stroking harder. You swim into his mind, pretty mouth curved into a teasing smirk, and he lets out a strangled gasp. “Fuck, sweetheart. I-”

Just like that, he imagines saying, imagines your hands replacing his and the lips he tries so hard not to stare at closing over him, warm, wet, soft. So fucking good for me, just like that. A hand on your neck, fingers pressing into your cheek to guide you. His pretty little roommate on their knees for him. He doesn’t dare to breathe out your name, but it stutters in his head, broken gasps and desperation bleeding into every letter.

It doesn’t take him long after that, spilling into his hand and over the tiles, a moan trapped halfway in his throat. Blood coats his tongue, and he presses his forehead against the wall, the smooth porcelain cool against his burning skin. 

He scrubs himself raw before he leaves, cleaning the tiles with precision–he thinks he’d die if he got caught out. You couldn’t know that it was you on his mind, that you’d been the one to inadvertently cause that mess, but still. He flushes all over at the thought of it, and only a few minutes after he returns to his room, he’s listless once more. 

He doesn’t come out for the rest of the night, and in the morning, he bundles his dirty sheets into the washer. He’s sure that if you look at him once, you’ll see it written all over his face. He grabs his keys the moment he hears you beginning to stir in your room, and doesn’t return until late. 

did this instead of writing my assignment happy first smut i've written in like. forever. i've got another smut wip in my drafts, and i genuinely thought that one was going to be the one i posted first, but i guess roommate!jason is just on the mind

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Bad End: Screen Demons

Giggles echoed through the empty halls. Unhinged and static-y. Everything smelled of copper and viscera. Stale air and fear. The final moments of these poor souls, had not been kind ones. Somewhere, not far from where I was trapped, I could hear dripping. Unsteady. I hoped... I prayed... it was water.

I had already smashed every screen in this room. Ripped out every reflective surface. Security cameras, shards of glass, bottles. Every single thing the average person forgets, when warned against "reflection" based threats. There were more then you'd think.

Even your own eyes could be a problem, depend on how powerful they were. You may have to fight blind. There were specialists. I, however, was no such individual. I was a CONSULTANT. Company wanted to both keep compliance and cut costs. I'd been requesting a team for over a year. Getting denied. "We'll look into it." And "gotta check the budget".

All while they go on another yacht vacation.

Well, now? NOW the inevitable happened. I had been stretched too thin. Couldn't check all the sites in a timely enough manner. Someone, somewhere, got DISGRUNTLED. Started listening to a little voice they shouldn't have. One that PROMISED them things. Love, power, revenge. Just do this oooone little thing.

THEY'RE not like those OTHER Demons! Promise!

Ha!

I got here too late. Far, far too late. Everyone was already dead. Whole satellite facility overrun. Didn't even REALIZE until I found the first body. And by then? I was too far from the door.

They sealed me in.

The only, ONLY, reason I survived those first few hours? Was because of my safety suit. It got SHREDDED. But? They have my patronage for LIFE. I counted no less then fifteen blows that SHOULD have killed me. Claws, fangs, curses, the WORKS. I used every single off hand trick my professors ever mentioned. Plan to buy them all flowers... assuming I live.

Fell back to a defensible position. Like you're supposed too. Set up a camp. Armed myself. Took stock of supplies. Risked my life, nearly lost a LIMB, to get to the emergency communications system. The warded one.

Fucking IDIOTS had kept it in a SAFE. Yeah, it's expensive. Really expensive. But that wasn't were it goes! For a REASON. This! SPECIFICALLY! Is the reason! This happening RIGHT HERE! But did I get it? Fuck YEAH I got it. Will have the scars to PROVE that for the rest of my life.

And? It worked like a CHAMP. I could kiss it. Make sweet, sweet, sloppy love to it. Inanimate object be damned. We would have a spring wedding, honeymoon in the fall, go fuckin apple picking. It would be BEAUTIFUL. Is that the blood loss talking? MAYBE! There are A LOT of wards to set up! I'm fucking terrified!

But Cental Supernatural Suppression is ON THE FUCKING LINE. And the C.S.S. does NOT fuck around. I've never called their emergency line before. Never wanted to be in a situation where I HAD too. But the calming voice on the other end? Helps. Walks me through ward set up I NEVER would have been able to do on my own.

There is a rescue team being sourced to get me out and back up to put this thing back where it belongs.

And... and if I cry? When they tell me I'm going to be okay? That's between me and the blood stained walls.

All the while, that THING laughs and coos. It can feel my fear. My desperation. And? The most fucked up thing? Is that it looks like a fucking "waifu". Some vampire e-girl I think, from a show. Whoever had unleashed this thing had... they had been lonely. Wanted connection. And I want to say ugly, UGLY things because I am scared.

But that is how THEY fucking win.

So I won't. I will not judge. I will not sneer. Won't let my fear turn to anger. Lash out at the dead. Someone who was hurting. Who made a terrible, fatal, mistake. They just... just wanted CONNECTION. Someone to listen. And this THING preyed on that. Fed on it.

"Muuu~, don't be like thaaat~! I was just giving them what they WANTED! They SAID they wanted to be Together Forever~! Now~. We~. Are~!" Coos a cutesy voice from speakers throughout the building. My room is the only room without them. "You're being so MEAN. I just want to LOVE yooou~! Don't you want to LOVE me? You've lasted so LONG! So COOL~☆ I should give you a biiiiig kiss! He he~"

Kiss. Right. Says the Demon pretending to be a vampire girl.

She never STOPS. It's been hours. And still she's trying to convince me to leave my bunker of wards. Compliments. Threats. Mimicry. For the last six? She pretended there was another survivor. You know... one she was torturing. Classic "I'll STOP if you come get them. Don't you want to STOP me? Save them?" Shtick.

Ha! As though life sign detectors aren't the FIRST thing we're told to make, once a safe zone is established. There's no one in this building but me. I have a week's work of rations from smashing vending machines in the break room. Would have had more, but my flare died faster then anticipated thanks to her constant direct attacks.

"Aaaaw, are you ignoring me? You're making Kimi-tan SAD~! You big MEANIE! Why you got to be like that? Some~Thing~ I~ diiiiiiid~?" She continues, before breaking off into cackles. The sound discordant and rapidly changing pitch. Distant speakers whining and crackling with the strain of it. "It's not like they didn't deserve it. They ALWAYS deserve it~! They summoned ME!!"

Yeah. After you fed off them. Called to them. Built up their loneliness and pain, until it actually seemed reasonable. Try your lies on someone who didn't SPECIFICALLY go to school for this, you hellfire shit.

"Well, that's not nice."

I choke on the scream I know won't save me. Scramble back. Away, away, AWAY! There, in the doorway. Stands a glitching manifest of the Demon herself. Pale, wrong, and impossible. She's-! She was-! IS a reflection demon! The sort of power MANIFESTATION costs?? Oh god. What have I walked INTO?!

"I wonder, Dar~ling~," she muses, eyes unblinking as she stares me down. "How long you can survive me? I bet it's REAL long. Bet you'd be FUN to break. You know~? If you're cute enough? I might just KEEP you! Like a little pet. Bet I could make you a demon, easy!"

A hand comes up, single finger out, to lazily trace the air between us. Holy light violently rejecting her. BURNING her. Yet it clearly doesn't bother her, even as the tip of her finger sizzles and cooks. Instead, she lazily traces shapes in the light. Watching me. Contemplating. Deciding if it's worth it.

"Thoooough? I DO like you like this. You're like a little mouse in a cage. All terrified and alone. It's cute. I never did get why the others got so obsessed over hunting you guys." Pulling back her finger, she smiles.

It splits her face farther then it should.

"I think I get it now."

[felinecryptid]

A Phone Call Away

this is just goldenpunk fluff idk what else to tell you, there's no plot to this

“Hi,” Pav whispered, as soon as the call connected.

“‘ello,” Hobie hummed. “Wha’ are ya’ upto?”

“Nothing, I’m just out getting some groceries. Auntie sent me out and told me not to come back, until I find the brand of tea she likes,”  Pav smiled and Hobie could feel the sun shining on his face. Then he frowned. “Are you still in bed?” 

Hobie laughed. ”I was readin’ a book,” He said, holding up 1984.

“Gadhe. Tell me you've eaten something, at least,” Pav shook his head, putting a bag of potatoes in his cart.

“Ate some leftover chips, luv’, don’t worry about it.”

“I am going to worry, it’s like 2 in the afternoon at yours, and you’re still in bed. I’m not even there to cook you something.” Pav whined. Hobie felt something warm curl up in his chest.

“Awwh, babe, you love me?”

“Of course, janemann, I love you so much.”  Pav held up a pack of tiny biscuits Hobie recognised to be ‘little hearts’. “I would literally kill to kiss you right now.”

“I’d die to kiss ya’.”

“Yeah.” Pavi stared at something off camera, doing some calculations with his unoccupied hand. “Hey, do you think I should get the family pack for 150 rupees or buy two 4-packs of maggi at 160?” He turned to the camera, showing a yellow pack of noodles to Hobie.

“I don't even know the difference,” said Hobie, finally getting up from his bed, looking for the copper water bottle Pav had bought for him.

Pav hummed, “I’m getting the two 4 packs,” He dumped the said items into his cart. “Should I get schezwan chutney for you?”

“The red spicy one? Oh fuck yea’ ov' course,” He said, watching the shirt ride up Pav’s shirt as he reached for the sauce on the top shelf. “It too high for you, shona?” Hobie asked, seeing the predictable blush rise up Pav's face at the hindi pet name. He loved it when Hobie tried and butchered hindi.

“Jaanu, you know I'm in public. I can't respond like I want to, that's so unfair.”

“I know, mere subah ki kiran,” He said, voice raspy, words feeling unusually rounded yet familiar.

“Hobie!”

Hobie laughed. He could see the deep, almost-maroon blush high on Pav’s cheeks. 

“Have you been learning from Gayatri again?” Pav asked, voice accusatory, and a sparkle in his eyes.

“I'm not gunna conform o' deny tha',” Hobie finally found the bottle under the bed, and drained it.

“I love you so much, you ass.”

“I love ya too. Wha' time is it at yours now?”

“Around eight pm, why do you ask?”

“I thought we’d eat together, you could have dinner early and I'd’ve a late brekkie.”

“It’s a late lunch at this point,” Pav scolded. “But yes, I'd like that. What are we eating?

“Mac n' cheese?”

“You know that auntie would kill me if i told her that's my dinner.”

“Jus' tell her it's a snack.”

“You are the snack,” Pavi giggled, highly weird behaviour when in public, but Hobie liked the thought of them being disgustingly cute for everyone to see. Everyone to see their love. Everyone to see how important Pav is to him.

Another part begged him to hide Pav away bc what if his enemies hurt Pav to get at him?

Hobie shook his head, because what enemies did he have? He was a tattoo artist and Pav was a physics academic. It's not like they were fighting supervillains everyday.

Pav thought the head shaking was for his comment because he doubled down. “No you definitely are.” 

“Does tha' mean you wanna eat me instead ov' the mac n’ cheese?”

“No- I mean- Yes, but what the fuck Hobie, I’m literally at the supermarket, and yes I have earphones in, but-” Someone knocks into Pav.

Hobie recognised the glint of her earrings a moment before he heard her voice. “Oh my god, Pav! You didn't tell me you were back in India?”

“Gayatri! I'm sorry, I came back like 3 days ago, and I've been too busy with packing Maya auntie’s things, I literally forget to sleep,” Pav laughed.

“Sounds like an excuse, Pavitr Prabhakar, you little bitch. If you had let me know, I'd have helped you.”

“That's exactly why I didn't tell you, aren't you working on that new movie? With Ranveer Singh in it?”

“So what, I could make time? And what kind of friend would I be if I didn't help Maya auntie and you to pack her things- Where's she going by the way?”

“Oh, uh- she's moving to the UK, in with us.”

“Oh, she's leaving?”

“Yeah, Hobie and I thought it'd be better if she lived with us and UK has better resources aur sach bolun to unko mujhe apne paas hi rakhna hai.”

“Yeah that's good, I'm going to miss her, I'll miss you both,” Gayatri's voice seemed sad. “But now I've got an excuse to barge into your house.”

“Wasn't I reason enough?”

“You? yes. Hobie? yes. Dono saath mein? Nope, thank you I'm pretty sure I’d have to bleach my eyes.”

“Thats-”

“Shut it. Speaking of hobie, show me the ring?”

Hobie watched as Pav swapped hands, bringing up his left ring finger into view, a familiar ring shining under the harsh grocery store lights.

Gayatri muffled a squeal. Pav’s grin was so wide that Hobie thought it was bleeding off him to Gayatri and him because Hobie found himself smiling into the cabinets as he took out a box of pasta.

“Ohh! kitna pyaara hai! is that real moonstone?”

“Yeah, it's covered with a thin layer of artificial diamond, it's custom made.”

“I'm so jealous. if my next partner doesn't put in at least this amount of effort, i'm breaking up,” Gayatri shoved Pav gently.

“Hobie would love to hear that. Hey, Hobie, did you hear that?” Pav turned to Hobie gleefully, Gayatri butting into the frame with a delighted look.

“Hi Angrez, wasn't stealing Pav’s heart enough? You had to take Maya auntie too?”

“Oh you can’t hear him, take my other earbud.”

Gayatri takes it, sticking out a tongue at both of them.

“Hello guruji,  you are the one 'elpin' me charm them,” Hobie saluted her with the spoon he was using to scoop out salt.

“Oh my god you are so impossible, what's the status on the Kohinoor?”

“Still on the king's head, regrettably.”

“You promised to get it back if I let you have Pav-”

“Hey, am I a tradable commodity now?”

“-at this rate you have to return the entire British museum, including interest.”

“I'd gladly do tha' on its own.”

“I’m going to accompany Pav to yours to make sure you do just that. Okay, guys, you can get back to your mushiness. I need to get going.” Gayatri waved at him and handed Pav his earbud, disappearing out of frame.

Pav looked at him with a giddy smile “I saw you put pasta in water, what do you want to bet I can check this out and get a take out box in ten minutes?”

“Not one euro or a rupee, I know ya can, including Maya auntie’s favourite tea.”

“I already found it,” Pav held up a box and Hobie couldn't resist blowing a kiss.

“You're on then,” He said, holding up a bag of shredded mozzarella. “Let’s see who gets mac n’ cheese done first.”

___

Translation:

gadhe - you ass (but this is the animal ass)

janemann - love of my life (not exactly but close enough)

maggi - verrrryyy popular desi masala ramen noodles

copper infusion water is considered healthy hence the copper bottle

schezwan chutney - a chilli garlic paste its delicious idk the recipe

shona - gold/love

jaanu - my life

mere subah ki kiran - my morning sunshine

Ranveer Singh - famous actor

aur sach bolun to unko mujhe apne paas he rakhna hai - and to be honest, i want her to stay close to me

dono saath me - both of you together

kitna pyaara hai - its so cute

angrez - foreigner (of the english kind)

guruji - extremely respectful word for teacher (when i say extremely respectful i mean it)

kohinoor - famous diamond stolen from india during British Raj

A/N:

this took me forever to edit

i tried a different process of writing which was quicker to finish but took so long to edit iwndiedksndid but ill do this again bc i like this way much better

this fic was inspired by my parents shout out to them for doing long distance straight after marriage with a 1 year old (me) i could never

comment if ya want more bc they keep me alive

[bullet-prooflove]

LittleMouse!Series Part Five: Acts of Violence - Alden Parker x Reader

Tagging: @yezzyyae @neapolitantoebeans @mandy426 @kmc1989

LittleMouse!Series

Don't... - Alden hates what your doing.

Waiting - You leave your ex waiting.

In Sickness & In Health - Alden and your ex sit down to discuss you.

Bordeaux - You come home to an unexpected surprise.

It’s the third time that Alden’s tried to call you tonight and the second time it’s gone directly to voicemail. It gives him a bad feeling because you don’t turn your phone off, not since the night that one of your team members called you in crisis. You’re available to them twenty-four, seven, the same way that he is.

Something’s wrong, he just knows it.  

He breaks the speed limit on the way to your place, it’s a miracle that he doesn’t get pulled over. When the lift takes too long to descend, he takes the stairs instead, two at a time until he reaches your floor. He listens for sounds on the other side of the door before he lets himself in. There’s nothing but silence, which in itself feels ominous. You usually have a little music on when he comes over, you hate the quiet.

When he enters the apartment, the stench of blood hits him almost immediately. There’s a strong copper tang on his tongue and something inside of him just dies because he knows an act of violence has been committed in your home.

The kitchen is in chaos. There’s shattered glass across the tiles, crushed yellow petals from the roses he bought for you the other day scattered amongst the pieces. There’s crimson smears across the shards, the vivid liquid intermingling with the water from the broken vase. Your cellphone lies discarded alongside of it, the screen shattered, it looks like someone stomped on it.

The glass crunches underneath heel of his boot as he withdraws his weapon and approaches the closed French doors that lead to the living room. He catches a flash of movement through the windowpane but the darkness of the room beyond obscures his vision. He’s careful as he uses his fingertips to push down the door handle, nudging his shoulder against the door so it opens.

The living room looks worse than the kitchen. The driftwood coffee table that you adore is in pieces, shards of wood jutting out of the ruined frame. There’s a broken wine bottle decanting Bordeaux onto the rug and a bloody stem from a wine glass cast off onto the sofa. Your books have been torn from the shelf and tossed onto the floor. The door of your gun safe hangs open, almost torn from the hinges.

When he turns his attention to the other side of the room, he doesn’t expect to see you standing there, gun in your hand. It’s pointed at Kristof as he kneels on the floor in front you, his hands cuffed behind his back.

The two of you are a mess. There’s blood streaked through Kristof’s blond hair from the wounds in his scalp. There’s glass amongst the strands, from the vase in the kitchen Alden realises. You must have tried to get to your phone when Kristof had come for you, smashed him in the head. His nose is broken and it’s a bad one, the kind that’s going to result in plastic surgery in the future.

You aren’t in a much better state. Your lip is split, a thin thread of crimson running down your chin, the hollow of your left eye is swollen and bloodshot. There’s a crimson stain blossoming across the white sweater that you’re wearing, the heavy fabric is practically soaked in it. He can guess who got stabbed with the stem from the wine glass.

“Alden.” You say his name with a breathlessness that alarms him. “I need you to take over because I think I’m about to pass out.”

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[greenhousethree]

Withered 🪴

April Prompt 25 for @hinnymicrofic. (606 words — sort of micro?)

It’s a housewarming gift for them both, perched on the credenza in their first flat once her rookie contract is up. Neville’s wrapped a bow around the pot, rhapsodizes over its soothing properties: It’s heralded as a rare treasure in the mountains of Ecuador. 

Two spindly stalks, reaching from dark soil like outstretched hands. Colorful, waxy leaves that move as though breathing.

Spring warms to summer amid unpacking, Euro Cup qualifiers blaring from the wireless, family stopping in to share a pint and admire their view from the balcony. The branches dance animatedly among raucous cheers and clinking bottles when England secures third rank. The hum of London presses against the windows. 

She buys a copper watering can. Most days, she remembers to check the soil’s dampness. Fills vases with flowers, burns fewer meals on the stove. Cleans to prepare for Teddy’s first stay, realizes her mistake among sticky handprints and biscuits crushed into the rug.

Ron brings in a Muggle telly amid her peals of laughter. They set it up, and the four watch Notting Hill that night. Later, she leaves the room halfway through Fight Club. The branches shudder.

The leaves tremble with excitement when an owl brings her first full-time contract: three years, better pay. She takes an interview with Quidditch Weekly from their living room while he’s at work.

July brings long days and longer nights, giggling returns from the pubs and a lopsided cake she’s made him. Their party guests file out and then he’s kissing her neck, pressing her against the wall.

The leaves along the street change color. The ones inside are unaffected. It’s quiet most days; he departs before the sun’s fully risen, she rushes off for practice with toast and coffee. A week into preseason, she takes another interview, Witch Weekly this time. He’s away six days. Arrives late, holds her close on the sofa until dawn. 

Late nights, candles burning low on the desk. He brings work home, pores over evidence, accepts mugs of tea. She kisses his forehead, hands find his shoulders. Anxiety undulates from the stem through the branches.

He falls asleep on the sofa. When she wakes him, the curse narrowly misses the plant, singes a hole in the wall.

Time together grows sparse. She travels for matches, he leads his first mission abroad. She loses, he fails. The leaves grow paler, stems yellowing in their absence.

In winter, a week on the sofa with a concussion and the clanging radiator. She grows restless, waters it plenty, buys a bigger pot.

Fireside chats with Luna over glasses of pinot noir, secrets spilled. He’s not sleeping. She’s worried this case is hitting too close. Ron’s thinking of buying a ring.

They forget to put up a tree, and Andromeda chastises them. Next morning he brings one home, wet from sleet, needles everywhere. She sips mulled wine and he lifts Teddy to add the star. Ties a bow around a toy broomstick.

It’s mid-January when they notice. She’s up 3-1 on away matches, he’s back from St. Mungo’s with a case file to close out. Crisp leaves scattered around the pot, withered stems and cracked soil. He suggests they consult Neville. She jokes that she’ll make a terrible mother, and he’s quiet.

Spring brings the chance to have a better year. Playoffs, holidays planned for the summer, an engagement party with the pop of champagne. She makes him dance in the living room one night, a song from Percy’s wedding, pulling him back to the moment, leaving the war behind. 

Outside the window, the tips of branches bud with promises of green.

🌱

[attollogame]

Can you talk about Mr Sylvester's perfume making process? He's a fucked up lil guy doing fucked up lil guy things and I'm curious about that

I gotchu. Tw bodies, medical, some violence?? Blood talk.

Let’s start with the most important note: Sylvester does not put the entire body INTO the perfume, but he sure as hell tries to leave no leftovers.

For one, some parts just really can’t work (bones & teeth, bro), so what he does is he works with the fluids of the body.

Now there are 2 major ‘fluid’ systems of the human body that Sylvester works with: blood and lymph. 5 litres of blood of a 154 lb person constitutes 7% of weight, is 52-62% liquid plasma, and 38-48% cells. The plasma is mostly water but tends to be a tad heavier than water, with a density of 1.057 v. waters simple 1. This means that the blood will simply be a thicker substance when removed, and will have to be diluted before being added in the perfume process. To do that, it's p much a baby autopsy (or embalming ig??).

Sylvester often moves quickly when it comes to these things and deals with the body before all other ingredients, but on the rare occasion he’s called for a clean up, he gets a rigor mortis case. These means the major muscles have tensed up and you’re pretty much a mannequin. To get the body drained, he has to break the rigor mortis so he can insert this pipe that basically drains the blood out (like... reverse embalming machine). So, the rigor mortis is broken by massaging the major muscles to force them to relax (which, by the way, is a SUPER uncomfortable experience when you gotta do it ☠️), which then allows Sylvester to proceed by inserting the pipe into the carotid.  When the pipe is inserted after the counter and the embalming machine [reverse vs. inserting] is switched on the blood is pulled out of the body. Now you got 5 litres of blood in a blender. So what's next?

Lymph, the second fluid, is clear, transparent, colourless, and flows all around our organs. That, coupled with fluids within our organs, poses an issue. Sylvester initially drained the fluids by hand through suctioning, but that proved to be risky – probably because that equipment gets pinged when you buy in bulk in Attollo. So instead he went a step further and began to design his own Still.

Now Stills are these copper machines that are basically tanks full of alcohol used to break down yeast and all the other exciting ingredients in various things. In Attollo, he works with machines taken from old brewery’s, which are tall old-fashioned Stills that were initially built in 1930’s France FOR perfuming, but were taken to America when pharmaceutical industry began booming. The tunnels under his house prove useful because they can fit the machines. He also uses Mash Tuns and a Cremation Machine. The Fermenter he uses holds the liquid that is produced after the distilling process – aka whoever was unfortunate enough to be... yknow.

So, he has them drained of blood. But the Lymph is still there so what can we do? Well, he puts them on what mimics a hospital bed and he wheels them down the hallway to the next room – this is his distilling chamber. He loads the body into the chamber, which is this giant copper tank mentioned above, closes and secures the door, and then turns the machine on. The machine will do what’s required next by breaking down the components of the body by fermentation, in a way. And when that’s all done, the fluid by now has been suctioned through the copper pipes into the Fermenter, or the machine that holds the liquids, and what remains inside the chamber is this... soapy body, which is not to pleasant. At this point Sylvester will either a) load the body into the cremator and turn it on or b) take a souvenir and then do part a). This is either because of preference or request: some of the particularly foul like to put a lock of hair into the bottle before sending it away as a gift (aka what was in Sysbas office). When the body is loaded into the cremator, the doors are locked and the machine is turned on. After about an hour or 3, depending on the body, what remains is 3-7 pounds of white chalky powder that Sylvester disposes of.

By now he would have begun preparing the rest of his ingredients necessary for the perfume, including diluting and distilling again, and the fluid that was produced from the body in the chamber would have been drained from the Fermenter. Sylvester often takes small portions and puts it into one bottle, mixed with a small portion of the blood that was drained, so what follows next is a lengthy process of disposing a LOT of waste in a way that won’t seem guilty. This means flushing down the toilet is not adequate. Often, he disposes it in the sewers through drainage pipes, digs a hole and dumps it in there (gardening king wow) or even goes as far as selling it to a few weird individuals who are interested in such things.

Finally, he completes the rest of the ingredients, creates the bottle that he wants to put the perfume into, bottles the perfume and either stores it in the stock room or delivers it to his client.

And yeah. LMAO.

[corvidsinatrenchcoat]

happy april 1st!

as promised, there will be no screaming, no jumpscares, and no discomfort. only silly chaos and chaotic silliness :)

anyway, here’s various hq characters’ go-to pranks, in no particular order:

tanaka: releases pigeons into the office of whichever staff member most recently pissed him off. last year, it was the teacher that was actively creeping kiyoko out, because tanaka found her mid-panic attack shortly before winter break. nothing had actually happened yet, just Bad Vibes(tm), so tanaka took matters into his own hands. (after clearing it with kiyoko, of course, and kiyoko approved) where does he get the pigeons? no one knows. who is his next target? rumor has it it isn’t a staff member at all, but a fellow student. rumor also has it that this student is a tall, blond first year with a sour attitude who mocked tanaka’s pigeon attack mercilessly when he heard about it. but that’s just rumor ;)

(more under the cut because this is turning out to be a longer post than i thought it would be)

yachi: she bakes oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. she tells people they are oatmeal raisin cookies. they eat them anyway when she offers, because no one can say no to yachi. they are shocked when they’re chocolate chip cookies. she is an evil mastermind and should be feared.

daichi: lets hinata and kageyama run practice. no one is ever the same again. daichi has no regrets.

takeda: he is absolutely the teacher that gives out tests of Very Silly instructions and says this is worth a large chunk of the final grade. kageyama falls for this Every Time. tsukishima fell for it once. this does not stop kageyama from bringing it up at every opportunity.

ukai: wears the most intense (obnoxious) outfit he can. last year, he went death metal goth, but he mostly only scared his parents. this year, rumor has it he was browsing clown costumes. there is a 99.99% chance that none of the team will recognize him - he goes hardcore with costumes.

kuroo: writes all of his texts in periodic table chemicals. as if, if he was trying to say “see you later”, he’d write “copper lanthanum tellurium argon” (Cu La Te Ar). everyone hates this. no one responds to his texts. the joy he gets out of it is disproportionate.

oikawa: speaks only in terrible pick-up lines. will not stop, even if iwaizumi tries to suffocate him.

matsukawa: only speaks in riddles.

hanamaki: only speaks in rhymes.

miya twins: swap hair colors. no one is fooled.

sugawara: swaps schools with his identical twin sister. pretends he’s her, and she pretends she’s him. confusion abound. she does successfully gaslight daichi and asahi. she does not successfully gaslight kiyoko, but sugawara still considers it a success.

ushijima: pretends he doesn’t like volleyball anymore. this prank fails, because all of shiratorizawa is so concerned that they actually call an ambulance. no one is laughing. ushijima is a little disappointed. tendou promises he’ll help him put together a better prank next year.

kiyoko: puts on red eye contacts. not everyone notices, but the people who do? Shook.

hinata: skips practice to show up at nekoma and surprise kenma. kenma is not as surprised as hinata would have liked, but he does invite him to join in on nekoma’s practice, so hinata still gets his volleyball fix.

kyoutani: flirts back when oikawa says a pick-up line to him. three dead, twelve injured. kunimi, the only teammate to have received a warning, catches oikawa’s reaction on camera. it is beautiful.

nishinoya: rides on asahi’s shoulders, wearing a truly massive trench coat. he spends the entire day giggling, and the teachers let him have his fun. they only almost die on the stairs twice.

bokuto: doesn’t understand the concept of a prank. buys people SO much candy and gives it to them, wanting/expecting nothing in return. everyone loves bokuto’s pranks.

tendou: puts salt in his teammates’ water-bottles. shirabu almost clocked him - the only reason the hit didn’t connect is that semi kicked tendou’s legs out from under him before it could, sending him crashing to the floor. 

kageyama: doesn’t attempt homicide once all day. hinata is Spooked.

aone: talks all day. date tech: Gobsmacked.

yahaba: steals oikawa’s phone. changes all of the contact names to the most creatively unflattering personal descriptions. example: “iwa-chan <3″ becomes “almost normal man, except for the fact that he has the Worst taste in men” and “makki” becomes “kool-aid man if he didn’t see the sun for a decade”

futakuchi: dresses up like moniwa, wig and makeup to improve facial appearance very much included. koganegawa is so enamored by the idea that he does it too, despite not knowing moniwa very well.

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[fox-daddy]

Maybe I should stop watching memes but;

My Tav oc aka Kyle: wooden poles are just trees that got cleaned up and got a job

Wyll:No. No, we are not going through this today.

Kyle: people who say gold can't buy friendship aren't considering you can buy a dog

Gale: or I could just have you for free

Kyle: gravity is creepy when you realize you're not walking around on a surface you're being pulled into a burning core of magma

Astarion: there's got to be something wrong with you, there's no way you’re just like that normally.

Kyle taking it as permission to continue: if you use a copper piece as a book mark it's cheaper than buying an actual bookmark

Astarion: hey Kyle, guess what? I hate you

Kyle: a marriage proposal is one knee away from begging

Shadowheart:...

Kyle: the real question is for what?

Shadowheart: no, no, bad Kyle *water spray bottle used for Srach and the owlbear*

Kyle;hisses*

Kyle; hockey is a lot more intresting if you pretend everyone's fighting for the last oreo

Wyll: you must be a joy at hockey games

Kyle: corrupt guards are just undercover criminals

Scrach:???

Kyle: being a healer is like being an tinkerer except you have to fix the item while it's still running

Astarion: get out, your banned from camp until you stop, get out

Kyle: isn't it crazy how you close both eyes you see black but you close one eye and you see nothing at all?

Astarion: borrowing the spray bottle*

Kyle: already hissing and running away from Astarion*

~~~

Astarion: hey bro, what do you want to eat?

The dark urge: the souls of the innocent*

Hunter: a bagel

The dark urge:NOOOOOO!*

Hunter: two bagels

~~~

Kyle: I love you have a cupcake

Gale: ^///^

Kyle: I like you have a cupcake

Wyll: thanks?

Kyle: ehhhhhhh-

Astarion: glare*

Kyle: I like you have a cupcake

Shadowheart: laughing at Astarion while accepting it*

~~~

Kyle: sigh*

Karlach: whats the problem?

Kyle: maths

Karlach: I can help with that *takes the sheet* here's an easy one what's six times three?

Kyle: shrug*

Karlach: six times three

Kyle: I don't know

Karlach: six times three!

Kyle: I don't-

Karlach: SIX TIMES THREE!

Kyle: I LEGIT DON'T KNOW!

Karlach:SIX TIMES THREE!

Kyle: I DON'T KNOW, WHAT IS IT?!

Karlach: what is it?

Karlach:...

Karlach: get Astarion

Kyle: why?

Karlach: ASTARION!

Astarion: what is it?

Karlach: maths *hands the sheet to Astarion*

Astarion: what's six times three?

Kyle: I don't know!

Astarion: SIX TIMES THREE!

Kyle: I DON'T KNOW!

Astarion: what's six plus six?

Kyle: Oh, twelve

Astarion: NOW ADD SIX!

Kyle: I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS IT?!

Astarion: WHAT IS IT?!

Astarion:...

Astarion: get Gale

Kyle: wha-?

Astarion: GALE!!!

Gale: WHAT?!

Astarion; maths

Gale: takes the paper* I taught you this, what's six times three?

Kyle: I DON'T KNOW!

Gale: look if Lae'zel has six times three weapons how many weapons does Lae'zel have?

Kyle: wait, why does Lae'zel have so many weapons?!

Lae'zel: mind your own business!

Gale: are you done? So you know if she gave you six weapons she would have twelve so-

Lae'zel: SIX?! I'm not even giving him a single dagger!

Gale: I was talking hypertheoretical!

Lae'zel: I don't care what you we're talking in he isn't getting anything from me!

Gale: great job everyone, this was a disaster from start to finish

~~~

Kyle trying not to laugh: sup

Gale: sup?

Kyle: I only know twenty-five letters of the alphabet

Gale already regretting his life choices: how come?

Kyle: I don't know, Y

Gale: Kyle-

Kyle: laughing*

Gale: that was the worst one yet

Kyle:dying of laughter*

[the-acid-pear-ocs]

I'm reading Copper's story again so i'll give a silly rundown of it:

Copper is in the forest, he's looking for a victim of a previous ai dungeon character of mine. We dont speak of that previous guy. Much silliness ensued here but none of it is canon.

Copper follows the screams but runs into a girl who is not screaming instead just playing w a toy truck. He's very fixated on that truck. She tells him her brother died because she didnt pray enough. Copper asks meaningless questions and then leaves.

Copper walks into a man with a bandage on his head who's holding a shotgun and crying. Without second thought he simply sits next to the man, ignoring how fucking dangerous this is.

The man tells him his family, wife and son, were killed by John Wayne Gacy, whom he also calls the White Devil. Copper has no fucking clue who that is but ends up telling this man to stfu bc he's getting sick.

(A/n: By now i need to remind yall copper is a detective.)

Copper asks the man about the bandages, the man explains what a bandage is. Copper calls him an idiot and asks why he has them on, the man ignores that and instead talks about what The White Devil does (takes the form of a clown and throws bodies in bags into a mass grave). Copper asks where he can find this killer, the man tells him to go to hell. Copper gets up and leaves, he looks at the sky and starts thinking of the weather.

(A/n: now you could fairly argue the victim is in shock, and maybe even brain damaged, so the strange responses are to be expected. This is not justified as for Copper, though.)

Copper has a bit of a Harry DuBois moment, directly talking to the voices in his head. Of course, said voices were me. A very fucking tired man having to deal with this very uncooperative detective.

Copper says he doesn't want to deal with this serial killer and instead goes home. Here he casually mentions there's a zombie outbreak. Zombies are living in the sewers of Denton. However despite refusing to face a serial killer he's confident about his abilities against zombies.

Copper goes home but realizes he has none of the things needed for outside survival like a tent, a knife, food and water, money for gas or spare clothes.

These things are, however, entirely useless, since it is confirmed Copper very much has a house when he realizes he hasn't eaten in days and picks some chips from his fridge. Except he throws up. Then swallows them down?

Copper is about to remember he's a grown man with a job when suddenly he hears someone shouting upstairs and firing a gun, so he goes investigate.

(A/n: I really believe Copper might be homeless. It is very likely he isn't even a real cop. I really think he just broke into some apartment and ate some spoiled chips)

Copper walks into a new place and starts looking for a girl named Alice. He forgets about the gunshots for a second, before thinking of the possibility of Alice having been shot.

Copper finds Alice hiding under a tree on a beer bottle filled backyard. She's been shot but she's alive, according to Copper. However, there seems something bad happened to both of them the previous day, and he wants to move on, so he just goes home, worried about being arrested.

(A/n: Copper realized he broke into a house and that's illegal?)

On the news, a story about a man named Jameson who killed his wife is playing on the news. The details are contradicting, and its an overal sickening situation. Copper turns the TV off.

Needing to clear up his mind, Copper goes out to buy some ice cream. He realizes new shops are opening around the neighborhood and feels happy about having a normal life :)

There's a loud sound and Copper runs directly into it, finding two men in black suits armed. One of them only misses shooting Copper on the head by centimeters.

Copper ducks and tries to run away, stumbling, until he finds a trash can where he hides inside.

Some people find him. At first, they are nice to him. Believing him and saying he should go home or get help, but after Copper says he can't because the man is still out there they start laughing and insulting him, culminating in them calling the shotgun man.

The man grabs Copper and shoots up and at him, but none of the shots hit. He also seems upset, asking Copper "what did i ever do to you?", which Copper asks the same.

Once again, Copper manages to escape and finds a dumpster to hide in, where he stays inside until midnight.

Eventually, Copper decides to leave and heads in to a police station, figuring out that if the man attacking him isnt there by now he must be gone. His panic is however evident and multiple people try to ask him if he's alright.

Copper sits down to calm himself down. A woman approaches and asks him who he is, and once he says his name she says he doesn't believe him. She then questions what he's doing here, to which Copper mentions that a man tried to kill him. The woman just gets confused and continues to stare at him blankly.

Copper gets really weirded out by this, especially because it was coming from someone who wasn't human. Because until now, Copper forgot to mention everyone in the room was in fact not human, but animalistic in some way.

It's then when he realizes: this is a furry convention. And, i quote him, "it really does seem like something out of a horror movie"

Copper tries to leave but he just walks in a room with even more furries and just, awkwardly hangs around, his anxiety raising by the moment.

As he was about to have a panic attack thinking of what the furries would do to him, a hand grabbed him and dragged him away from the furry part of the convention, instead leading him for a while to a different place. The man speaks but Copper can't understand what he's saying so he blindly trusts him.

After a while, the man points Copper to another group of people and tells him to follow them. Copper instead follows a single man, who leads him to an alleyway. The man looks fucking exhausted.

Copper wanted to tell the man to rest, but instead said HE wanted to rest, so the man took him to his house.

The man asks Copper why he's there, Copper is confused, and simply says that a furry told him to follow him. The man doesn't believe him but Copper insists it's true. After 5 minutes of writing, the man gives up.

Copper asks what the man wrote, to which he answers is the future. He says he doesn't know what the future holds, but it's going to be different from what they are used to.

The man leaves and the space time continuum collapses.

(A/n: This i later learnt was because of a glitch that was affecting all the users, but when it happened i thought it was just because Copper lost it, probably because him being nice broke the world.)

Copper waits for the man. He goes outside. Everything is normal. There's nothing inside. Copper goes back inside. He locks the door. Copper grabs the man. The man grabs him. He pulls the trigger. The man is dead. Copper waits for the man to come back. Copper sees the room to his room open, and walks outside. A man stands with a gun. Copper runs towards him, the gun is pointed towards him. They start to wrestle.

Copper grabs his phone and calls 911. The police take him to the hospital, where he finds out he's been shot.

(A/n: Copper originally and for a while died here, i was going to end his story, but eventually i changed it. This is why the loop broke.)

Copper goes home, but the next day he wakes up in the hospital. He's been shot, again? He tells the nurse he wants to go home.

Copper goes home, but the next day he wakes up in the hospital again.

Copper breaks down. He cries and screams for an hour until he feels everything is ok. The sings, cries from joy, sits down. He tries to focus on his thoughts but he's interrupted. A cop knocks on his door and is pointing his gun at him.

To be continued...

[speedexwaterbottles]

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 Purchasing a stainless steel water bottle may seem more expensive than disposable plastic water bottles, but in the long run, it is a cost-effective option. Investing in a stainless steel water bottle can save money by eliminating the need to buy disposable water bottles.

Speedex stainless steel water bottles are a great way to celebrate World Earth Day. By using stainless steel water bottles to change our daily lives, we can contribute towards protecting our planet and conserving natural resources for future generations. Visit our website https://speedexind.com/ and shop for the best for you and your family. Also, you can call on +91 99719 68877 or mail info@speedexind.com .

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