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Antibacterial Soaps for Men: Unveiling the Benefits

In the fast-paced world we live in, maintaining personal hygiene is crucial, especially for men who often face the challenges of dirt, sweat, and oil buildup. While regular soaps have their merits, finding the best soap for men in India can provide an extra layer of cleanliness and protection. Antibacterial soaps specifically formulated for men offer numerous benefits. In this blog, we will explore the benefits of antibacterial soaps for men and shed light on one popular ingredient, aloe vera, often found in men's face wash products.

The Benefits of Antibacterial Soaps for Men

Using antibacterial soaps tailored for men can offer numerous advantages. Let's delve into some of the key benefits:

Enhanced Germ Protection

Antibacterial soaps are formulated to target and eliminate harmful bacteria that regular soaps may not effectively eradicate. They contain active ingredients that have been proven to combat various bacteria strains, providing a higher level of germ protection.

Men often have a more active lifestyle, engaging in activities that expose them to dirt, grime, and sweat. Antibacterial soaps help remove these impurities while effectively killing bacteria, reducing the risk of infections and other skin-related issues.

2. Odor Control

Sweat, combined with bacteria, can lead to unpleasant body odor. Antibacterial soaps with deodorizing properties help neutralize odors caused by bacterial activity, leaving men feeling fresh and confident throughout the day.

Men who engage in physical activities or have demanding jobs will find antibacterial soaps particularly beneficial in controlling body odor, as they effectively eliminate odor-causing bacteria.

3. Acne Prevention and Control

Men, especially those with oily or acne-prone skin, can greatly benefit from antibacterial soaps. These soaps effectively remove excess oil, dirt, and bacteria that contribute to the development of acne.

Some antibacterial soaps contain ingredients like salicylic acid, known for its acne-fighting properties. These soaps can help unclog pores and prevent breakouts, resulting in clearer, healthier-looking skin.

4. Aloe Vera: Nature's Soothing Agent

Aloe vera, a plant renowned for its soothing properties, is a common ingredient in men's face wash products, including antibacterial soaps. Aloe vera-infused soaps provide additional advantages for men's skin.

Aloe vera has natural moisturizing properties, helping to hydrate the skin without leaving it greasy. This is particularly beneficial for men with dry or sensitive skin, as it helps maintain proper moisture balance.

The plant's anti-inflammatory properties make aloe vera an excellent choice for men who experience skin irritation or redness after shaving. It can help soothe and calm the skin, reducing post-shave discomfort.

5. Skin Hydration and Nourishment

Antibacterial soaps with added moisturizers and nourishing ingredients can replenish the skin's moisture barrier, preventing excessive dryness. This is especially important for men who frequently wash their faces or have naturally dry skin.

Men often neglect skincare routines, but using antibacterial soaps with hydrating properties can serve as a simple yet effective way to keep the skin healthy and nourished.

Conclusion

Incorporating antibacterial soaps into your daily hygiene routine can provide numerous benefits for men. From enhanced germ protection and odor control to acne prevention and the soothing properties of aloe vera, these specialized soaps cater to the unique needs of men's skin. Whether you lead an active lifestyle or simply desire to maintain cleanliness and hygiene, antibacterial soaps can be a valuable addition to your grooming arsenal. Consider trying an aloe vera-infused face wash for men and experience the advantages firsthand. Remember, healthy skin starts with proper hygiene!

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Every Breath You Take

Chapter Three- Strangers

Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader, Slowburn!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Living at the end of the world is never easy, and a simple trip for basic essentials can mean life or death.

Warnings for this part: Canon typical violence, language, gore, and horror. Period products make another appearance. Reader and Tommy being the apocalypse's cutest couple. Check the Series Masterlist for expanded warnings.

Previous Part / Series Masterlist / The Last of Us Masterlist

Word Count: 3.4k

March 2004, Somewhere in the Southeastern half of the US

The bright blue letters on the sign seemed like a juxtaposition to you. The entire parking lot was trashed, overturned cars, dead bodies, and old trash littered the ground as you stared up at the shiny blue letters on the building. 

“Remind me what we need,” Tommy says from the driver's seat 

“Well, basically everything.” You hum, staring at the list in your lap, “You and I are grabbing toiletries and clothes, Joel is on food and camping shit. Oh, we also need oil for the truck.” 

The three of you sit in the truck, unmoving and silent. No one wanted to be the first to leave the safety of the vehicle, entering a fucking Walmart might be the death of you afterall. 

As usual, Joel is the one to lead; he pushes his door open, mumbling about staying quiet and being quick. 

The brothers pry the doors open, and you click your flashlight on. The inside of the store is like every other place, trashed. Overturned carts sit on their sides, contents of whatever people were trying to buy spilling onto the dirty floor. 

As for life forms, infected or not, the store seems relatively empty. A few dead infected lay every few aisles as you stick behind Tommy, Joel turning off to go find what's left of the canned goods and cereal aisles. 

“It’s empty.” You observe as you carefully step around an overturned display of baby diapers. 

“Yeah,” Tommy leers, “Don’t like it, stay alert.” 

Tommy keeps watch as you grab a cart and begin filling it, you clear the toothpaste shelf; there wasn’t much left anyway, maybe twenty tubes at best, before turning and reaching for a big bag of handheld flossers. The next aisle over is nearly picked clean, you sigh and begin grabbing what bottles of shampoo and body wash aren't already crushed and spilling out onto the concrete floor. 

“Not that one.” Tommy directs 

You glance down at what you hold, a men’s three-in-one body wash from Dove, sitting in your hands. It advertises an extra deep clean through the use of charcoal and clay. You look up at Tommy wordlessly, questioning why he’s turning down a full bottle of soap.

“It makes my ass itch.” He whispers 

A snort escapes your lips, and you slap a hand over your mouth, doing nothing to hide your amusement. 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, one day it’ll happen to you.” Tommy sighs, grabbing the body wash and putting it back on the shelf.

“What? My ass itching or finding a body wash I hate?” You tease 

“Just…grab that bar soap and get moving, we still need your shit and then we gotta find Joel.” Tommy shakes his head 

You push the cart into the feminine hygiene section, to your delight, whoever came through here last left some products behind. Three boxes of tampons and even a big pack of the huge overnight pads are now in your possession.

“What the fuck is this?” Tommy asks suddenly 

You spin around to see him holding a cardboard box labeled DivaCup in his hands. You lean over his shoulders, equally confused. Turning the box over, you skim the instructions and diagram. 

“Oh, I saw a commercial for this once.” You say, “It's an alternative to tampons, it's this silicone cup that you fold up and y��know…” 

Tommy looks over at you, “You mean…you shove this up there?” 

“Yeah, put it in the cart, I might need it one day.” You say you’ve never used one, but if you ran out of everything else, it might be your only option.

The cup falls into the car with a small thunk as Tommy shakes his head, “Glad I wasn’t born a girl.” 

“Yeah, well, Mr. My Ass Itches, you’re only here cuz of girls and their periods.” 

“I know, I know, just glad I don’t gotta-” 

The sound of something big falling over has both of you shutting your mouths. Tommy’s gun raises slowly, and the joking demeanor he had just moments ago gone. He motions for you to stay quiet and then waves his hand to follow him. 

The cart squeaks as you slowly push it, your hands gripping the handles so tight your knuckles are white with fear. Another thud sounds and you nearly jump out of your skin when something turns the corner, nearly colliding with you and Tommy. 

A young man, maybe your age is staring at both of you. He’s covered in dirt and his clothes are torn. 

“Please don’t shoot. I just…I saw you guys push the doors open and followed you in…I just needed some supplies, didn’t mean to get in your way I just got scared.” 

Your eyes flick to the man's bare feet which are bleeding, most likely from the glass that was shattered from the cars in the parking lot. Tommy’s gun slowly lowers as he takes in the stranger before you. 

“Stay away from us, you can have whatever shit you want.” Tommy says slowly 

The guy nods before fixing his gaze on the gun, “I-Is the store clear? I don’t have any weapons and infected are-” 

“What the fuck is this?” 

Joel. 

You turn around to face the bright light of Joel’s flashlight, it wasn’t working a few days ago, he must’ve found some batteries. Batteries meant that the radio you found a week ago will work, you might be able to get some news of what the fucks going on. The sound of Joel’s revolver clicking into place has you snapping out of your haze.

“W-Wait!” The guy stammers, his arms raised 

“Joel, he’s harmless.” You vouch for him, “He doesn’t even have a pair of shoes.” 

“Can’t be too sure, might be part of a larger group gunning to kill us.” Joel says 

“I’m not, I just need supplies.” The guy pleads

“Yeah if that's true why didn’t you just come in here yourself. I heard you, you said you followed us in.” 

“I couldn’t get the doors open. I’ve been waiting days for someone to come buy and pull them open for me!” 

“Could’ve broken the glass on the doors.” Joel points out 

“And let the infected follow me in? I'm not that stupid.” 

Joel scoffs and you glance at Tommy, hoping he’d help your case. The loud bang of something outside has all of you turning towards the exit. 

“What was that?” You ask, it sounded similar to a gunshot or small explosion 

“S’ a car, backfiring.” Tommy says 

You follow Joel and Tommy who are already sprinting back to the parking lot. Three other people sit in the truck Joel had taken back in Austin, you had been lucky to find the keys sitting in the ignition and before you knew it you were sitting in the back while Tommy and Joel bickered about what direction to go. Now, you watched as a woman and a man were arguing, cables from the dashboard in their hands. 

“Shut the fuck up, Perry, I know what I’m doing! We need the car going so when Isaac gets back we can-” 

You watch as Joel yanks the woman by the back of her shirt out of the driver's seat. She lands on her ass in the dirt as Joel shouts at Perry and the other guy to get out. 

You turn to the stranger whom you now know as Isaac, 

“You were setting us up.” You accuse 

“No! I don’t even know them!” He lies 

You fumble with the hunting knife Tommy had given to you weeks ago, holding it out infront of you as to stare at Isaac, “Don’t fucking move.” 

A gunshot rings out, followed by loud wailing. The woman kneels over Perry, or what was Perry, since Joel has blown his brains across the Walmart parking lot. 

“You fucking-” The third man who was sititing in the backseat when you ran out lunges at Joel but is stopped when Tommy fires a bullet into his upper thigh, reducing him to a sniveling pile of blood and tears. 

Joel lets two more shots fly, and the man and woman fall to the ground. Your eyes widen as you turn to watch the pool of blood form around them. You had seen Joel kill before, or well heard it at least, Tommy was careful to keep you away from Joel whenever you had all encountered other people on the open road, always telling you to turn away or go sit in the truck. 

A heavy weight from behind rests on your shoulders as Isaac grabs you, one arm secured around your neck, the other hand rips the knife from your hand, pressing it to the soft skin of your throat. 

“Hey!” Isaac shouts 

A choking sound fills your ears as you register that it comes out of your mouth. You stumble as Isaac drags you backward, fear filling your system when a prick of pain follows after he presses the knife down harder. 

“Let her go,” Tommy says, his gun up and focused on Isaac, behind him, Joel stands his own gun raised 

“Give me the keys to the truck, and I'll let her go.” Isaac bargains 

“You can let her go, and I won’t put a bullet between your eyes,” Joel says 

“The keys.” Isaac shouts, “Or I cut her pretty throat open.” 

Isaac shifts, pushing you slightly away from him, his scratchy voice whispering something only you can hear as he pulls you back a few more paces. 

“How much are you worth to them? You must be something else if they’re both pointing their guns at me, tell me do you fuck them both at once, or it is it trading situation? You can tell me all about it tonight after I-” 

Warm, wet metallic splatters across your face as Isaac falls to the ground. Your ears ring as you try to wipe the red out of your vision. Tommy rushes up to you, his hands cradling your face as you blearily try to focus on what he’s saying. 

“You alright? I didn’t graze ya or anything?” 

You shake your head and fall into his warm arms, a small whimper escaping you as he hugs you. He runs a hand through your hair as he says something about you being safe again. 

Joel and Tommy work to load the truck up, you lie in the backseat, wrapped in Tommy’s flannel as the brothers toss what you had found in Walmart into the bed of the truck. 

“Is she alright?” Joel asks quietly 

“She’ll be fine, just shaken up, I think.” Tommy says back 

A beat of silence followed by the sound of one of them tossing another something into the bags you kept in the truck bed. 

“We can’t trust strangers. You see that now, right?” Joel points out 

“I know…It’s just…they’re people too. Probably used to work some 9-5 and went drinking on the weekends…” Tommy sighs 

You can practically hear the malice in Joel’s voice when he speaks again, “Yeah, well, not anymore.”

Joel miraculously finds a farmhouse a few hours later. He’d been driving aimlessly, just trying to get away from the main roads, when the sign for “Twin Maple Farm” came up. The farmhouse has seen better days. Someone had already come through and looted it and one of the doors has a sign pinned on it that said don’t open in simple cursive. You had pushed it open anyway and nearly puke at the sight. A half-decomposed man sits upright in bed. He was probably only dead a month or so, his skin bloated and half ripped open by god only knows what. The window by the bed is half open, bringing fresh air in but the scent still has you gagging as you slam the door shut. 

Don’t open was the understatement of the century. 

“What's wrong?” Tommy asks when you reappear to help them unload some of the bags in the truck. 

“There's a body upstairs, half rotted away.” You explain quietly 

That night, in the glow of a lantern, Tommy sits with you at the kitchen table, a couple of baby wipes sit in his hands as he tries to rid your face and hair of Isaac’s blood. 

“Tomorrow, we can see if the shower works. I checked it out, the shower head is rusty, but I think Joel and I can get it going.” 

The idea of a shower, even a cold one, nearly has you crying. You brush the tears out of your waterline as Tommy chuckles. 

“I know, I wanna get clean too.” 

“Yeah, you totally stink.” You mumble 

He laughs harder and runs a thumb across your cheek, “Yknow who stinks more though?” 

“Joel.” The two of you deadpan in unison.

Joel listens to the laughter and hushed whispers that flood down the hall to the living room. Here he was busting his ass, dragging a mattress down the steps and his brother was telling jokes to his girlfriend for fun. Typical Tommy, even at the end of the world he was chatting the pretty girl up instead of doing anything useful. 

Joel sits down on the mattress he’d dragged down the steps, it was a small full size, if the fool upstairs hadn’t blown his brains out, they’d have access to a queen size as well, but no, he was upstairs, rotting away on a perfectly good mattress that Joel could’ve slept on. 

Joel stares at the bags of food and other necessities they’d been able to take from Walmart. All in all, it was a pretty good haul. At least 50 cans of assorted soups and a good twenty bags of pasta, Joel had even managed to snag a few boxes of Pop-Tarts and even a family-size box of Fruit Loops.  He sighs and looks over what toiletries you and Tommy had found, from the looks of it you and his brother had done even better than he had. Many boxes of toothpaste and six bottles of assorted body wash stared at him as he combed through the duffle. One box said DivaCup; Joel had no idea what that was, but hey, if you needed it, it wasn’t his business. 

Thumping footsteps have him glancing up, you and Tommy reappear, hand in hand, as the two of you plop down on the couch across from him. 

“Not bad, huh?” Tommy asks 

“Yeah, would’ve been nice to have some meds though, you two didn’t see any Advil or Tylenol?” Joel asks 

“The pharmacy section was picked clean.” You shake your head 

Figures. Of course, the end of the world happened, and the drugs were the first thing that people swiped off the shelves. 

“I’m sleepin’ first tonight, one of you can take the first watch,” Joel says, eager to be the first one to lie on this mattress, no matter how small it is. 

Joel continues to count the canned goods and other supplies while you and Tommy disappear into the kitchen again, this time to warm up a few cans of chicken noodle soup. 

He doesn’t know what you and his brother have become. Sometimes he catches the two of you making out in the dead of night when you both should be sleeping. Other times he watches Tommy pick a few wildflowers before presenting them to you as a sad pass for a bouquet. In some people’s minds it might be endearing, a budding romance while the world has literally come crashing down. Instead, it has him filled with a feeling that he can only describe as bitterness. Bitterness for the world and the hand it's dealt him. Why should his brother get to be so happy with some girl while Joel sits, haunted by his daughter every time he closes his damn eyes.

 It’s not fucking fair. 

Tommy watches as you dump the cans of soup into a pot, the gas stove already going after he got it going with a match. God, you look pretty like this, barely illuminated by a shitty camping lantern and the blue flame of the stove. Tommy feels his heart squeeze as you give him a small smile. He didn’t think he’d ever really get a chance with you, always presumed you’d written him off as a weirdo and that you’d eventually move off to college and shack up with some Chad in a pastel polo shirt who worked in finance. Guess the apocalypse has its perks. 

“Is there something on my face?” You ask, “You’re staring.” 

“What? Oh, no.” He says, “Just admiring.” 

You scoff and go back to stirring the soup, “Admiring what?” 

“The pretty girl in front of me.” Tommy grins, flashing a smile that usually got him what he wanted. 

He can practically hear your eye roll as you pull a few bowls from the cupboard. He shifts, taking a few small steps to rest his head on your shoulder, his hands circling your waist, gently squeezing the soft flesh there. 

“I think I was wrong, Joel might not be the smelliest one here.” He teases, his nose crinkling as he sniffs you

You shove him off you a laugh escaping your lips, “You’re a dick.” 

The three of you wolf down your bowls of soup. The past week had been rough; you’d been running on nothing but granola bars and stale potato chips. Now, your stomach felt like it might burst as you lounged on the porch with Tommy. He had insisted that he could keep watch alone, but you didn’t think you could sleep anyway, so here you were sitting beside him on a porch swing, your legs kicked up, resting in his lap.

Your thoughts swirl as you stare up at the night sky. You think about what happened today, how Joel had killed those people, how Isaac’s scratchy voice still rang in your head even now. You pick at your fingers, trying to not imagine what would’ve happened if he had gotten the truck and stolen you away from Tommy and Joel. 

“You alright?” Tommy asks 

“M’fine.” You mumble shallowly 

“Now I know we’re kinda a new thing, but I can tell when a girl is lyin’. What’s going on?” He asks again 

You sigh and stare at him, trying to hide the shake in your voice as you speak, “I’m safe here, right? With you and Joel?” 

Tommy straightens up at this, his hand coming to rest on your knee, “Course you are…Do you not feel safe with us?’ 

“No, I do…it’s just, earlier today that guy said some stuff that's been stuck in my head.” You shudder, “It’s just making me think about how I guess some guys are probably using the end of the world to y’know…” 

Tommy nods, he gets it, and you breathe a sigh of relief that he understands you. 

“Don’t know what he said, you don’t gotta tell me if you don’t wanna, but if you ever feel unsafe with me or Joel, you can tell us, but I promise we wouldn’t ever hurt a woman like that, and we definitely wouldn't do that to you.”

You nod, shifting to tuck yourself into his side, sighing when his warm body touches yours. Sometimes you just crave the heat of another person. 

“Joel scares me…He didn’t before, but some of the stuff today, it just freaks me out.” You admit, hoping Tommy won’t be mad, after all, he killed a man today as well, Joel had just looked scarier to you. Besides, Tommy didn’t exactly have a choice when Isaac was standing with you like that, right?

Tommy is silent for a moment, the only sounds being the squeaking of the porch swing as it rocks back and forth. His thumb draws circles on your shoulder as his arm rests over you. 

“He scares me sometimes, too. Sometimes I look at him and I don’t even recognize him, it’s like he’s some…hollow shell. I know why he’s like that, it’s just…I dunno…” 

“Strange.” You finish for him 

“Yeah, something like that…It’s just, he worries me, always quiet and sulking off in a corner. Fuck I mean of course he’s like that, everything with Sarah…it makes sense, I just, M’worried for his mental health y’know?” 

You snuggle closer to Tommy, like the fabric of his shirt will be enough to protect you from the horrors of the outside world, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his shoulder, sighing as you speak, 

“I know.” 

Next Part

I can't find Tommy's official age anywhere. We know Joel is 36 on outbreak day, so in this fic I've written Tommy to be about 29/30 on outbreak day, reader is about 20 and a half at this point.

I came to a realization that not everyone might know what the southeastern half of the US is. Here is a diagram for those who don’t know. I picture the trio in the Kentucky/Virginia area (The states that are the lighter red towards the top of the map)

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This Bunny Bites | Part 14

Part 1 | AO3

Your piercings rattled around his brain like nails in a can bumping down a hill. While disassembling and cleaning his weapons, he thought. Watching his tea steep, he wondered. Two in each ear he could see. He had messed with your hair the morning before meeting for the first time, so piercings higher on your ear can’t be something he missed. He had not seen a flash or a sparkle at your navel the day you had kicked them out of the club, or when you had given him a dance.

Price surprised everyone by announcing you would be coming over today to work on some basic self-defense skills. He leaned forward on his hands, using a chair as his balancing point.

Ghost looks up from where he had been zoning out on the couch. Johnny stills next to him. His sketchbook leaned against a propped-up knee. The lines looked like nonsense to Ghost.

“Dutson was handsy but he didn’t seem violent.”

Gaz lets a sigh out through his nose, he stands with his arms crossed near Price.

“Turns out the man had good lawyers and at least one judge in his pocket. We found several reports of domestic abuse and some assault and battery charges buried under crazy amounts of red tape."

Price speaks up again, “I had to pull rank twice and had to verify my highest security clearance to have access to the redacted records.”

“We can’t put Bunny in danger like that,” Johnny’s words were sharp, unbending.

The Johns shared a long look that rippled and roiled with the tug of captain, brother, trust me, save my sister, give a little, can’t lose Bunny again. Johnny gave way with a snap of the charcoal pencil between his fingers.

“I will be calling her to start some basic self-defense today,” John pushes on before his sergeant can interrupt as he is desperate to do. “Before she is near Duston again. I will need all of us to push a bit tighter to keep her safe from him. This black book we are being paid to remove from his ownership will be putting him and a lot of people away.”

He stands tall, pulling his phone from a pocket as he types in his sixteen-character password from memory. Price steps onto the back porch and pulls the door shut tight behind him.

Ghost watches as Gaz sits on the arm of the couch next to Soap, he rests a hand on the other man’s mohawk. The casual intimacy comes easy to Gaz.

“I wanna go blow something up.”

Soap’s voice reflected the darkness that hid in the irises of his blue eyes.

“Don’t know that blowing up Duston will get the results we are looking for,” Gaz pushed Soap’s head to and fro lightly.

“Sure would make me feel better knowing he has hands on my sister if I could blow them off when we are all done here.”

No one comments on the knowledge that Soap had done worse to men who deserved it less.

The door opening draws all their eyes.

“Alright muppets, she’ll be here in an hour. We need to get this room as clear as we can and get some mats. I am too damn old to be hitting the floor without adrenaline or a cushion.”

Johnny can’t keep his fingers from fidgeting or his feet from pacing. The path from the front door to the back was the longest unbroken stretch in the house currently. He wore it down.

He would try and get some time with you today after training. He couldn’t keep living in this limbo. Sometimes he caught you staring at him, the distance in your eyes replaced with pain and sadness. It tore at his soul. What was left of it at least.

Even God would regret sending him to Earth when He read the accounting of the things John “Soap” MacTavish had done in the name of Queen and Country. The only ones he regretted were the ones that left the chasm between the brother he was and the monster he is.

“MacTavish!”

Johnny knew his pacing pissed off his captain. Couldn’t help it.

A voice joined him in snapping back though.

“What?”

Same tone, cadence, annoyance in the single word. You had arrived while his back was turned.

Head snapping back to look at you, Johnny found your eyes already boring into his head. Seems no one had mentioned to the other you both kept the name to spite the man.

You set your keys in your purse, then both on the table in the front hall. He keeps staring at you as you let your eyes fall to focus on your task.

“I’ll wax one of your eyebrows off if you don’t stop staring at me, Jon Jon.”

The words are said with full intent, but the name? The evil nickname you had found weaseled under his skin as a teen made him want to weep. Maybe, just maybe he could salve the wound of his choices.

“I’m a much lighter sleeper than I used to be,” Johnny lobbed back lightly.

Settling a hand on the wall, you toe off your shoes as you reply.

“Abandoning your responsibilities will haunt a person I’ve heard.”

You don’t see the sticky explosive land and take out a chunk of the man who yearned to be your brother again. Brushing past the corpse still standing, whole to the eyes that cannot see beyond flesh, you are greeted by the group.

Self-defense training with specialized soldiers isn’t all that awful. You actually felt comfortable hitting them with some force. Especially your brother. In return, they grabbed you with rough grips, fisted your hair, and Ghost even pinned you against a wall a few times. Those times were when you pushed the limits a bit.

One hand on your throat and the other in a fist pressed against the wall. He is wearing a skull mask today, the peeling white paint on the chin begging you to pick it off with a nail. His eyes are dark, pulling you in with the gravity of a dying star. This close you can see the lighter tint to his eyebrows. The hair on the top of his head is what you would call ditch-water blond. You would bet good money even the lightest volume of bleach would lighten it right up.

“Were you blond as a kid?” The words pop out before you can think better of it.

Deliciously, Ghost tightens his fingers at your question.

“Why?”

Dropping your voice to a whisper you reply.

“Because when I imagine having your babies, I want to dream them up right.”

He drops his hand and steps back like there is electricity arcing off your skin.

“Okay, what the fuck?”

You smirk as his voice breaks on the last word. Glancing around you find Price watching you with narrowed eyes. You wink at him.

Kyle and Johnny had stepped out to go and get dinner for everyone. Johnny left sporting a black eye from an elbow you had sent to his face. It made the kid in you that cried for a brother feel like smiling. Even if it was a watery one.

Sliding your gaze back to Ghost you answer his question.

“Didn’t you know?” Tilting your head to the side and letting out a shark-like grin, “Self-defense isn’t all breaking bones. A lot of it is awareness — of how to push your opponent’s buttons. You have me against a wall because Duston will try and cop a feel sooner or later. While a line like that wouldn’t get him to back off I knew it would do wonders on you. And it did.”

Ghost looked to Price as if to say ‘What the hell do you want me to do now’? Price shrugged and crossed the room. He gestured for Ghost to step aside.

Waiting for Price to settle himself in the same position you decide on a new tactic. Callouses bump over the skin at your neck and Price leans close. A shift of your hips and you are near flush with him. Running the back of your knuckles up the inside of his arm you glance up at him with big, sad eyes.

Using the same quiet whisper that sent Ghost spiraling, you coo up at Price.

“Am I being punished, Daddy?”

“Fucking hell.” Price draws out the words like an executioner’s sword — slow, deliberate, and ineffectual nonetheless.

Snaking your fingers into the beard where chin turns into cheek you grip it tight and pull him forward as you lightly tap his nose with your forehead.

“Can’t fight as well if you can’t see.” You grin up at him, the sharpness of your teeth dulled by the fact this smile reaches your eyes.

A commotion at the front door ends the lesson they were trying to teach. Both you and Price return your hands to yourself but neither move away.

Johnny and Kyle, both with takeaway bags in their arms, slow as they pass the wall into the living room. Soldier-trained eyes catch the way Ghost stands ready to run, and Price with a bit more weight in his heels.

“What happened here?” Kyle’s eyes bore into yours as he asks.

While it irks you that he automatically blames you for this tension, it was your fault this time.

“Reminded these old dogs that watching your own back means a lot more than carrying a gun or a knife.” Pushing off the wall, you trail your hand along Price’s body. Letting your short nails catch in the bumps of his shirt where torso met stomach. “It’s about learning what makes your opponent tick and using it against them.”

“And where did you learn that?” Johnny drops his brown bag to the counter, the paper arguing its treatment. “The strip club?

Annoyance tugged your real smile from earlier into a sneer. Crossing the room you let the island counter stand between you and your brother as a barrier. Might slap him if you could reach.

“Actually, yes. I learned most of what I know about life and men and how to get ahead in those spotlights.”

“Swinging your arse around for money can’t be that hard.” Johnny aims the words like a fight-winning blow.

The hit lands, much to your chagrin.

“Fine, then eat up and we will see just how hard it is to ‘swing your arse’ for money.” Snatching your phone from your pocket as Johnny scoffs you dial up a friend. Raising your voice you address the men you know are watching, “And that does mean all of you.”

Settling the phone against your ear, you brighten considerably when the call is picked up.

“Sasha! Hey, how are you?” Her reply is as you expected. “Good, I am glad that problem got resolved with the landlord without too much fuss. Now the reason for my call; do you have a room I can rent tonight? I have four men,” Johnny glared at you for the amount of disdain on that word, “Who think what I do for a living is easy.”

Kyle, Price, and Ghost all trail into the kitchen, settling across the counter with your brother. They were his real brothers, the ones who would kill or be killed for him. Not you. Bile splashes the walls of your stomach, a tsunami of realization.

“Heh, yeah you know I’m good for it.” A pause where Sasha gives you more information about the new security system you might have to deal with depending on the time you arrive. “Stellar. Love you, I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“So what are our plans tonight?” Price asks, folding his arms across his chest. You smirk as you notice him rub them back and forth along the trail you left.

“We are going to see if the air force trained you how to shake your ass,” running your tongue along the points of your teeth you snap your mouth into a feral showing.

“Oh my, granny,” Kyle muttered to himself as he opened the bag he rested on the counter, “What big teeth you have.”

Only you laughed at the insinuation you might eat them alive.

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[theirishwolfhound]

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Headcanons

My thoughts on pretty boy Kyle are actually relatively new. The longer I spend reading and writing about him for my own purposes, the more I absolutely fall in love with this man. As a collective whole here on Tumblr, as far as I’ve seen, we’ve collectively decided that Kyle is the heartthrob of the Task Force.  In this I'll cover the basics that will be prevalent in my own fics, if you wish to use any feel free, they're mostly rambles as is :)

“Oh come off it, sweetheart.”

Age: I wholeheartedly believe he’s older than Soap, but younger than Ghost, so between 27- 33. Personally I think he would be 29-30. With a bit of research it is said he enlisted in 2008 when he was 16, so I’m more inclined to believe he’s 30. (not me having to fix my own fucking story because I fucked the math up and got their ages wrong like a stupid moron) Sexaulity: Omnisexual, like he’s definitely some sort of queer and it’s hard to place him. Would he love a pretty lady or man? Absolutely, just as much as he would love a more rugged woman or man. -As for his own gender, I don’t think he would really care what pronouns he’s given so he could just be a cisgendered man who’s comfortable with himself or he’s just gender nonconforming. Height & Weight: Definitely 6’/182 cm and weighs roughly 198 lbs, I see him as a toned athletic man for sure.  Personality: Just like in the game, Gaz has to be sassy. We love sassy men who can match vibes. He’s the guy you want to go clubbing with, not only because he’s fun as hell but because he makes you feel safe at the same time. You give him an attitude he returns it with little effort and it either matches the energy you gave or it surpasses it. -He’s very comfortable with himself. Secure with showing both masculine and feminine traits. Give the man a crop top and a skirt he’ll wear them for you. He’ll let you paint his nails, do his makeup, ect.  Birthday: September 26th, 1992 (I'm using 2022)

Car Or Truck?: It honestly depends. I feel like he could potentially have both given his current vibes. But I would see him with a car, a nice sleek car with leather seats and a bumper sticker that says: “If at first you don’t succeed, call an airstrike.” given to him by Soap. -Specifically thinking of a core model BMW 740i xDrive Sedan, dark charcoal grey in color, glossy coat and dark windows. Cat or Dog?: He has the silliest dog that stays with his parents. I think it is a boxer, or a boxer mix of some sort, that has almost the same personality as Kyle. Boxers are a hyper and goofy breed of dog, and he is very certain that if he knew Soap before he got the dog he would've named it after him. Favorite Food: Vindaloo, specifically lamb Vindaloo. He just seems like the person who would prefer the more savory foods. As well as spicy foods. And if he had to go with something sweet, he’d go for a lemon drizzle cake.  Favorite Drinks: This man drinks fruity cocktails without fear of judgment just as easily as he drinks whiskey, and for non-alcoholic drinks he's a big tea, latte, and ginger ale fan for sure.  Favorite Music: 2000-2010’s music for sure. This man knows Britney Spears’ Toxic like us Americans know the pledge of allegiance.  Song I think Fits their Vibes: Feel The Way I Do- The Jungle Giants Hobbies: Gives off the vibes of a man who taught himself how to play guitar and jewelry making. Makes Soap bracelets and teaches him how to make them as well. More physical activities might be running and swimming. Fears: Oddly enough, not really, falling. It's not a terrible fear, it just gets his heart racing enough that he steers clear of the helicopter doors until they land. 

“Why don’t we go this way? Y’know, away from the edge, yeah?”

Familial Relationships: Has a relatively good relationship with his mom and dad, they probably live somewhere closeish to his flat in London. They would have a key to take care of the plants on the inside for sure. Has an older sister and a younger brother. They’re all fairly close and he’ll visit them on his leaves if he has the chance, otherwise they all have a group chat to check in with one another.  Relationships with the team: I definitely think this varies based on what sort of relationship you’re seeking to read/write about. I try to always write polyamory, as a poly-person I like having the representations.  Price: Coming from someone who loves PriceGaz, they are either the best mentor and trainee coupling or the most judgemental couple. They can read each other relatively well and work together rather well. (Though they equally get on each other's nerves.) Soap: Definitely best friends if they’re not dating, they get up to the most interesting shenanigans. They’d go clubbing in matching outfits and are annoyingly catty together.  Ghost: As lovers and friends, they’re totally the ones that would seek quiet comfort from one another. They have secret tea time and share snacks. Totally make fun of Soap's hair if it's in need of a shave.  Love Language: Physical Touch and Gift Receiving/Giving. He'll do a skin care routine with you, massages, and he'll make sure to buy the stuff for it to give to you or you to him if you get him something. He knows what makeup you wear or what size to buy your clothes in to surprise you. 

Civilian or Military Lover: Prefers civilian lovers over other soldiers, but like he’d date other soldiers given they’re the right person.  What would their civilian job be?: I see Kyle being a Paramedic, like he’d be the one I’d ask for if I fell in the shower because he’s not gonna make fun of me and he’s hot. How’s their charisma: Rizz Master, man. I'm convinced he's got a smolder that'll knock the clothes off of anyone lucky. Voice is smooth like honey and sweet to boot, he's an interrogation expert— he's gotta have a way with words. What would your first date be? Hard to say. I think he'd take you out to a coffee/tea house or you'd go get Ramen. But in reality I know it would be put up to a mutual agreement. He’d totally pay the bill and makes sure you never even get to see the slip. What would they call you? “Baby” is definitely one of the top ones, but I think the next contenders are as followed: “Sweetheart” and “Pretty/Handsome”

“Gonna make me feel pretty, baby?”

Size: Gonna have to say he's not the biggest or longest but I agree with the post that said he's the prettiest of the four cocks. A neat 6.5 in, circumcised, hits the right spots and he knows how to use it well.  Kinks: Bondage, Exhibitionism, and Sensation Play Position?: Pretty boy Kyle is a complete switch, though has a more dominant leaning personality. He’ll let you top, but he's gonna boss you around while you do it.  Sharing?? Kyle loves to share. He is inclined to share with his team, after all those are his best friends and his brothers-in-arms, they saved his life many times— just a little peek won’t hurt. Song that fits his vibe in the bedroom:  Swim - CHASE ATLANTIC

[mariamakeslemons]

Spooktober 2024: Day 7 Witch

Warning: Abrupt ending, reader is fem (no mention of genitals, but the Spanish used is for them is feminine)

Could be seen as a canon offshoot of my King Killer story, since all the same rules apply

“I will cry,” you declare to the empty shop, your two wolf familiars looking up at you judgmentally, “I will sob and scream and throw myself into the trash.” The spell you had been working on simply sits there, just off enough to be useless. You huff and bend back over the papers that make up its parts, grumbling to yourself as the charcoal in your hand stains your fingers black again.

“Hola, Señorita Bruja,” the rough voice of Alejandro sounds into your shop, catching your attention enough to look up. He and Rudy enter with two white men behind them, both who look startled at the inside of your shop. You preen a little even as your familiars hurry over to their preferred Vaquero, proud of the careful work you had done to perfect your shop. The structure is made of Abode, like many of the buildings nearby, but the tiles had been carefully carved and painted to create the protection charm that made this and a number of other homes bomb and fireproof. You had worked tirelessly to gain the blessings of all the Gods and spirits that still resided in the area to create foundation of protection and healing within your shop, even creating a portable carving that held that same spell to give to the local hospital.

“Bruja, these are members of Taskforce 141,” Alejandro introduces, scratching at Pollux’s head as the grey wolf pants happily, “Soap and Ghost.”

“Nice to meet you,” you chirp, giving the men a smile as Castor licks at Rudy’s hand, demanding affection. The one with the mohawk offers you an awkward smile as the masked man simply nods.

“An’ you too, witch,” the masked man intones. You nod before turning to your lovers, your smile shrinking worriedly.

“What can I do for you? You don’t come into my shop without reason,” you ask. Ale and Rudy glance at each other before Ale sighs.

“Unfortunately, you’re right,” he admits, “We need something for protection. We’re hunting El Sin Nombre for information and to hopefully shut down the Cartel.” You frown, chewing on your lip thought fully.

“I think I’ve got a few phoenix charms, but they’re older. They won’t hold up to too much,” you admit, “But, they should keep you safe enough to retreat if you need to.”

“Perfecto,” Ale declares, “We’ll need a few of them. How much?” You look at him, one of your loves, before looking over at Rudy, your other love. You blink and you can see these men with bullet holes, staring at you sightlessly and swaying. Blinking again, you click your tongue and turn to find the charms.

“No money,” you declare, “Just return to me.” You find the box full of charms and remove only one, placing it on the table to keep in the shop before walking up to Ale and handing it off to him. He takes it from you, freeing your hands to cup his face and reach over to Rudy’s face as well. You demand, “Both of you. Return to me safely, or Castor and Pollux will find you to make you return.”

“Sí, mi amor,” Rudy agrees as Ale turns his face to press a kiss to your wrist.

“We will return to you,” Ale assures you, “And we’ll take a few days off to simply be.” You look at your loves and nod once

“You better,” you declare with a sniff, before looking at the white men with narrowed eyes and a point of your finger, “And you two, make sure they’re safe or I’ll curse you.”

“Yes’m!” Mohawk yelps as the masked man nods calmly.

“Will do,” the man gruffly assures you. You sniff and wave the two of 141 off, pressing kisses to Rudy and Ale’s cheeks.

“Be careful,” you repeat.

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Ghost curses as he leans against the wall. Everything’s gone to shit, even with the witch’s charms. Rudy and Soap are dealing with a fucking tank, Price is trapped in a downed heli, and Gaz and Alejandro are getting pinned.

“Shit,” he snarls, peering around the corner and firing at the Shadows that are trying to get to said downed heli, ducking back to avoid return fire. He stops at the sight of a pure white wolf, staring him in the eye before huffing. It takes him a moment, but Ghost recognizes the wolf.

“Y’ Castor? Or Pollux?” he asks. The wolf gives him a completely unimpressed look before throwing its head back and howling. Suddenly, what looks like hundreds of dogs fill the street that was once empty, mostly black and white, but all rushing toward his direction.

“Fuck!” Ghost curses, pinning himself against the wall and closing his eyes like a child, bracing for impact. It never comes, instead the Shadows begin shouting in fear and howling in pain. Ghost opens his eyes and peers back around the corner. The wolf is trotting calmly to the heli as the pack of dogs rip apart the Shadows quite literally.

“I should curse you,” someone says from behind him, actually startling Ghost. Turning, he sees you, wearing a cloak that blends into the night as you stroke the other wolf’s head. You look at him coldly, insisting, “Were I less forgiving, I’d curse you. But,” you pause and soften, “It’s obvious you tried your best. If you hadn’t, the cadejos would have ripped you apart as well.”

“…Thank you f’r bein’ forgivin’,” Ghost can’t help but say. You huff and shake your head, walking onto the battlefield confidently, the wolf that had gone ahead trotting back with a very confused looking Price on their back.

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Regrouping is easy with you walking beside him and the cadejos running all through the headquarters, you flicking spells at every Shadow while the pack ripped any apart they found. Price follows Ghost, looking between you and Ghost with obvious questions that won’t be answered until everything is wrapped up.

“Valeria,” you call out as the groups finally regroup.

“Ah, Bruja,” the woman purrs, “So good of you-” She’s cut off by your fist slamming into her face.

“Shut up,” you order, cold and collected as Castor and Pollux growl at her. You turn to Ale and Rudy, fussing over them quietly as the wolves press against the men, whining for affection. Ghost huffs, looking over his shoulder as the cadejos gather.

“Steamin’ Jesus, tha’s a lot o’ dugs,” Soap mumbles to Gaz, the other man nodding as the pack seems to grow bigger and bigger, white and black dogs mingling. Eventually, a tiny white cadejo trots forward and sits in the front as you turn with Ale and Rudy at your side.

“Thank… Protect… We… Love… Strong… Cowboys…” the dog barks out in a child’s voice. Your face softens as Ale kneels down and scratches behind the little cadjeo’s ear.

“Gracias por apoyarnos en este empeño*, ” the Colonel mumbles. The dog wiggles happily before trotting back to the pack and barking once. The cadejos scatter in streaks of lights and darks, leaving the headquarters empty of all but them.

“I thought those were a Mexican or Spanish thing,” Gaz says into the silence that follows, “Why’d they speak in English?”

“¿Cómo?” Ale sputters in confusion, “No, they spoke in Spanish.”

“They didn’t speak at all,” you cut in as Rudy snickers and buries his head into your shoulder, “They’re spirits. How they communicate is different from person to person. If you’re more used to hearing words, they will communicate through the words they remember and it will speak to your soul. Thus, your ears will seem to hear them talk.”

“They explained this, Ale,” Rudy teases with a grin. The Colonel sputters and lunges at the two with outstretched arms, making you shriek and Rudy laugh. Ghost finds himself relaxing, looking over at his team who also are relaxed. What throws him is Valeria, and how she has a look that screams longing. Not regret, but longing.

Ale managed to grab both you and Rudy in his arms, roughly speaking Spanish at both of you with a playful snarl and a shake. You reply softly and Rudy laughs, only for both of you to be silenced under a flurry of kisses from Ale.

“Sorry to break up your reunion,” Price cuts in as politely as he can, “But who’s this?” Ale sets both of you down and glances at Rudy, a smirk curling both men’s faces.

“No, no, don’t you dare,” you immediately start scolding, “I swear to shit, don’t you fuckin-” Both men drop into a pose that Ghost knows is from a picture that one American actor made at his wife. One that screams ‘look at them! This is our amazing person!’

“I hate everything about this situation,” you declare as Castor and Pollux happily sit beside each man.

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*Thank you for supporting us in this endeavor

[panchulien]

Bruvski I just fucking realized your main was moltage /dead anywho back to the regularly scheduled fuckery!!!

Idea one) Nik watching Price curse and swear as he struggles to wrap presents for his boys (read kids) and his sweet daughter Farah (read daughter we all know where she stands) and slapping patch work all over the gaps of the presents to cover gaps. Far to much effort that won't last more then a minute when the men get their hands on it. Not to mention the utter TIME devoted to find the perfect gift for his men.

Ghost, A shiny Charmeleon card just to fuck with the man (I saw the sloppy head post about Charizard) last year was a Charmander. As well as a new oil for the mans equipment. He always was fond of the Egyptian brands. Smoother than silk and fires like a dream.

Gaz, sweet baby boy Gaz the second favorite always, A new cap since he loses his all the time. As well as a vintage Scotch older than him. Got a love for it after joining Nik and Price for late night drinks after helping plan ops. And a new harness, his dumb ass isn't falling out of a helicopter again. And he's not going to forget about it dammit!

Soap, a British flag blanket, hands down. Need to see the bloke froth and bark and grumble before he gets to the good presents. Only if he's a good boy though. The good stuff being, an expensive set of colored charcoals for the ADHD mutt. And a box of bandaids that labels him as an 'idiot, stupid, crybaby' for all the times he gets hurt. And, reluctantly, and a rather poor decision on Prices part. Silk boxers with Scotland's flag on the ass. It takes a stick and threatening to shoot the man for him to not to drop his pants then and there to put them on. Not this Christmas MacTavish!!

Farah, the beautiful best daughter, and sassy brat. Does not get a gag gift, last time Soap and Gaz almost got shot for trying to give her Russian candies. No, Farah gets a new scarf, gun oil like Ghost, she likes a gun with nice performance. This one from Germany. Germany, not Austria I promise. No one brings up Austria. And a small box of chocolates from France. Sweet tooth courtesy of Kate, and enough to take back and share with her friends.

Nik, the man will take everything with grace and remembers to pay it forward, with interest 😉. But in reality, what is there to get a man who buys anything and everything he wants on a whim. Answer, anything because it's the thought he cares for more.

Has the drawings and art Soap has gifted him framed on his walls at home. And all the safe houses he lends the men, his favorite is a small sketch of Nik and Price sleeping while leaning on each other. kept over his heart and easily his favourite.

A dark burgundy Sherpa coat for his trips from Gaz. The man is all class, and will and has shown it on numerous occasions.

And Ghost? Claws up the oldest vintage Vodka and Kvas no longer in circulation. Along with a few notes on some... Rats, so to speak and other fun things. But that's between Nik and Ghost.

It's always agonizing trying to buy for Nik, so Price has given up and learned the best method of buying something for the man. Is the moment he sees something and it makes him think of the man? BUY IT. It's become a game between the two, watching as Nik slowly rolls the item between his large warm hands. A thoughtful and warm look on his face as he mulls over what memory such an item had triggered. The boys being quiet and listening, it's rare to hear Nik speak with such a fond and soft voice. Like a bear settled in to hibernate, half asleep and cheeks red from the liquor.

His favorite? A bar of chocolate, not even made anymore. Rebranded six times before they finally shut down. Only two bites taken out of it and stashed away in a lockbox with his important trinkets such as his grandmums wedding ring. His old dog tags. And a broken knife a fallen comrade had left behind.

This year? A small pair of red mittens, not fitting anyone's hands. But to remind the time the two men had accidentally ran into each other when Nik was calming down a lost little girl. Helping fix her warm mittens on her hands before he looked up and caught Prices gaze. It was easy enough to find the little girls family. But that brief moment, walking around with the little girl on Niks shoulders to try and spot her family. A hand on her back so she didn't fall from Price. It was oddly domestic and something they held close to the heart.

So much I'll have to do a part two in a bit after breakfast 😭 enjoy the word vomit my dear 💖 still gonna be my pan pan 😤

liaaa this is insane. you spoil me. 😭🫶 also yes the main is moltage, where i post about my silly penguin show hehe <33

Price carefully picking every single gift (most time went for Soaps) only to butcher the packaging ahaha. Nikolai is just watching with a smile as the captain swears his ass off at the messed up wrappers.

I love the ideas for gifts also! Ghost and Farah's fit so well (shoutout to Jack for the Pokemon idea even though I didn't understand much of it. It's so sweet hehe)

Gaz too, (although he's gonna roll his eyes at the harness. ''IT WAS ONE TIME, NIK!🙄'' ''Captains idea actually. 😁'') Him joining Nik and Price for drinks is so sweet. Would love to hear what kinda conversation would go around between them. Mostly Nik and Price telling stories of their early days... which Gaz would roll his eyes like ''You guys sound more insufferable than Ghost and Soap.'' earning a belly laugh from Nik and a roll of eyes from John.

Soap is gonna... have a fun time opening those presents lmaooo love that also. Bet his ass had it coming with what gifted people in return.

And Nik's part oughghhg😭 the man cherishes every little thing. Every memory he had with the TF141. And John getting him something because ''it reminded me of you'' ? Are those tears in Nik's eyes? Nope. Just allergies, okay. :)

Nik, ya big softie. I love him so much. Thank you for this Lia! Enjoy your breakfast, I would love to hear a part 2. <3

[sc52]

I truly believe I have a sensory processing disorder because as I get older more and more shit unnerves me. The one that's bugged me out the most in the last five years is deodorant. There is not a brand of traditional deodorant that I like. At all. It all feels gross and wet and sticky. But even though I don't mind my overall natural smell and other queer men might love it, the general populace does not deserve that

Lo! A beautiful solution. Activated charcoal soap. It fucking works. There is not one smell to me but the coco butter lotion I put on. And I mean ZERO. Not even the smell of the soap. Just clean skin. I may have found my miracle of this stuff works. Will post results later.

I truly believe I have a sensory processing disorder because as I get older more and more shit unnerves me.

Could be or you're just gotten older and know what works and what doesnt. Also you give less fucks internally and externally.

There is not a brand of traditional deodorant that I like.

SAME

It all feels gross and wet and sticky.

Glad you've replaced it to something that works, BUT why did you put up with feeling like that for so long?

A beautiful solution. Activated charcoal soap.

You know what, I believe you, cos I used to use this expensive roll on for years but since covid it just got progressively even more expensive year on year.

So I switched to this bargin charcoal stuff you gotta rub on and it works almost as well or just as well as this expensive shit and its so damn cheap.

Granted the old one lasted like 6 months but this stuff is so cheap why would I got back. I should try other activated charcoal stuff...

Will post results later.

👍

idk why you sent me this ask but good for you.

maybe it was to do with musk stuff Ive talked about years ago???

[thetoaddaddy]

☕ Give us the tea, o wise sage!

“I never totally understood the whole ‘manly’ smell stuff. I guess I never had the money when I was young to really care if my packaging was black with burly forest or spice scents. It’s not like it lasts that long on you anyways. I got a feeling that most men who buy these things do so because they feel they have to rather than liking the smell. Buy the citrus dream or the gentle cleansing oat with honey, no one with shit to do really cares and those who do are people you probably don’t talk to on a regular bases anyhow…. I do like hard soaps. Those travel well. I just happen to get the charcoal and rose one. Best of both worlds and the ingredients don’t damage the rivers I usually wash my ass in.”

[yandere-islandvn]

These men were trapped on the island for 6 months, so how does hygiene work, like brushing teeth, showering, washing hair and even washing clothes?

( the research I have done and PLANNED for... Finally asked about (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~ )

Alright! So, they have access to running water, but they also have access to plants with saponins, which are plants that have that bubbling soapy ability and were used to clean back before soap was a thing.

The game takes place off the coast of California, so I'd say they have access to soap lilies.

(these plants right here)

Anywho, that's how they'd clean their clothes, hair, and bodies!

As for their teeth, they use a cloth, charcoal, and water to keep as clean as they can. (Fun fact: the only one with an actual toothbrush on the island is Icarus.)

[thebigcomed0wn]

help i just happened upon a “women use exfoliating charcoal mango milk scrubs and men use stale 3 in 1” thread im laughing my ass off IM THE BOYFRIEND HORROR STORIES IN THESE SITUATIONS…. sorry about my 1 bottle in my shower and Bar of soap. are you mad atme

[augment-techs]

Closet (Location Prompts) - SkullBilly

Sketches of young men and young women in charcoal. Little scribbles of poetry and songs and phrases that both sounded familiar and foreign when spoken aloud. Stretches of beach towels and knitted blankets in something like a nest on the floor that looked incredibly comfortable as Billy carefully eased the sliding door to the side to let in his head and only a little sliver of light.

Stretched out and pressed back into the body pillow Kimberly had gotten him in a fit of empathy she showed often towards the other Rangers, but almost never towards anyone else, Skull's exhausted figure looked a little bit like a painting from the salon in the 1800s. Pale skin, flushed face, hair fluffy but in a flyaway sense; Billy knew the young man wasn't wearing any clothes underneath the silk auburn sheet covering him from toes and up to the little back of the tiny figure perched on his chest. Both the tiny baby and his mother-father barely looked to be breathing, which set a shock through Billy in the paranoia reigning supreme in his psyche since the violent and completely unplanned pregnancy and birth, the seemingly never ending surgeries for Eugene in the aftermath, and the anxiety of what the new parent was supposed to do now that his "mother" had kicked him out of the house. (Billy had offered his bedroom point blank; but Skull refused the bed and instead took up the closet so as to feel better about two things: not feeling like he was in the way, disrupting Billy's life and keeping the impression that being in the dark and out of place would keep the two safe.) But then he looked again, and found tired, but warm, fairy blue eyes blinking up at him, the tiniest smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "Please come in," he whispered, smoothing the palm of his hands along his newborn's fluffy pitch black hair and the inhumanly smooth skin of his back; smiling wider at the little puff of air he gave as he snuggled closer to his parent's skin, curling up tight like a kitten, "And shut the door. I've got a bit of a headache, and I don't want him to wake up asking for his breakfast too early." Billy practically launched himself forward, steady on tiptoes, and utterly silent as he closed the door as requested. Carefully, still so carefully, the blond got down on his knees and hands and eased himself into a better position as Skull lifted his arm to wrap around Billy's shoulders as the other young man set his back against the incredibly comfortable pillow (damn, Kim must have spent a small fortune on the thing; Billy could fairly make out the feeling of goose down and creamy sheep wool) and his cheek and forehead along Skull's neck. He tried not to focus on the smell of sweat and the milk Skull was still getting used to producing, a small tang of iron from the blood that could not help but bloom from the baby's teeth when he suckled. Instead his brain insisted on pointing out that, yes, Skull had followed through with his promise to take a shower when the baby had gone down for his nap while Billy was out at Promethea and helping Miss Sterling. He could smell the sweet honeysuckle and goat's milk triple milled soap Billy had gotten for Skull especially; and as Billy brought a hand up to mirror Skull's along the baby's back, he could also pick up on the plain, natural smell of Skull's hair air drying in the little space. Their fingers weaved around each other, both trying to commit the memory of tiny spine and ribs and arms to memory, and Billy settled more fully against Skull's side as the taller of the two closed his eyes to ease against the headache. "I'm really glad you came here, Eugene," Billy whispered, out of the blue and seemingly out of nowhere, but not at all embarrassed. Skull tilted his head, almost floppy and kissed the side of Billy's face, right where the the shape of his glasses always stalled the creeping of a sunburn until only recently, as Billy had started wearing contacts because the baby kept trying to steal and break them. "I'm really glad you asked."

[daincrediblegg]

2 and 10 for Lady Terror!

your wish is my command nonnie!!! FEEL FREE TO SEND ME MORE OF THESE

2.What is their grooming routine? (how do they treat themselves in private) Well, on Erebus she has her own wash basin in her cabin, so she does a quick cloth wash every other day or so. She has a supply of castille soap (very lightly scented with lavender), and does her hair at least once a week (powdering it on the off days when she can't find the time to fully enjoy her time at the basin). Has a lovely monogramed boar's hair brush, and a toothbrush and powder she also uses on her wash days. Occasionally she's been offered the use of Sir John's tub in the forecastle on Erebus, but greatly prefers to cloth bathe at her own basin. Favorite part of her day honestly is splashing her face with cold water in the morning when she wakes and at night before she goes to bed (and she usually bathes at night- less bustle and more privacy than she'd be given during the day).

10. What objects do they always carry around with them? (What do they need for their normal, day-to-day routine? What does ‘normal’ even look like for them.)  There are a few objects that tend to stay on her person throughout the day. She carries a ribbon in her pocket for tying her hair back should the occasion arise (though she tends to keep at least her forelocks tied back neat so they don't get in the way of her work), and she is almost always seen with a stick of pressed charcoal and her notebook in which she writes her own scattered observations and inquiries to be investigated later, as well as some sketches she has done both of the landscape and the men on the expedition at work, and some brief poetical scribblings. She also has her father's old navigation instruments (a Golden sextant, for example, and matching spyglass), and carries around in her waistcoat pocket an engraved pocket watch he had made for her (a gift specifically for this expedition). Most of her daily duties as a Junior Ice Master change from day to day. Usually employed by Mr. Reid (or, more often than not, Mr. Blanky- who engages more amicably with her and respects her expertise more as a pier than Mr. Reid) with assistance in filling in their maps and charts and other menial tasks fit for her station, including recordings of atmospheric interest. At night, however, is when she tends to work most with her own chart of the arctic stars for her own publication upon her return to England and her in-depth record of atmospheric phenomena. (Also of note, that she does not keep on her person but rather tucked away in her drawers away from the other books in her library is a handful of early erotica novels for her own leisure (some even inscribed to her as gifts), as well as some manuscripts from her friends in the literary world- including some from Edgar Allan Poe.

[y-the-youthful]

all texts <3

㊁ : emergency

[TXT: B-e-a-uuuu-tiful]

Something's wrong with the doors, they won't unlock, we can't get out.

♡ : endearing/affectionate/loving

[TXT: B-e-a-uuuu-tiful]

How are you so adorable when you sleep? You're all curled up like a kitten and sound like a really little lawn mower.

👅 : sext/suggestive

[TXT: B-e-a-uuuu-tiful]

[It's just a selfie]

♪ : musical/lyrics

[TXT: B-e-a-uuuu-tiful]

I'm starving, darling Let me put my lips to something Let me wrap my teeth around the world

★ : wrong number

[TXT: B-e-a-uuuu-tiful]

It might be an idea to get B involved. No, I'm not biased, shut up, I'll eat your soap, he's a reliable individual especially when it comes to spitting on the legacy of Wammy's House.

☯ : angry/hateful

[TXT: Bastard.]

You think I want to stay in this wretched pit of misery? You bastard, how dare you leave me behind. I hope we both die.

♖ : drunk/drugged

[TXT: Bastard]

I know you don't answer this number anymore, but I got something scary to tell you. I have enough ibuprofen in me to kill ten men and I just got shot in the head. It went straight through my brain. My hands aren't shaking. I don't think I'm human anymore. I'm going to sleep.

♛ : worried

[TXT: Bastard]

Even at your most disguised and vicious I can smell you out of a crowd. It is distinctly you. Wood ash and charcoal with the distinct sour undertone of orange. What I am saying is I passed by you last night and you look terribly thin. Please eat.

♘ : late night

[TXT: Bastard]

I'm sorry I said I hope we both die. I hope we both come out of this hell better. I think we're overdue a damn break.

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