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[matural2021]

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!

[360feel]

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[thoughtsandbones]

It's been a long time

FIRST TIME WRITING A FANFIC - Since i was on LiveJournal (years ago)

Simon 'Ghost' RIley x F!MedicDoc

WARNINGS: Mention of death, blood, fluff and angst?

Song inspo: Think - Kaleida (Love John Wick <3 and Atomic Blonde <3)

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline...

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

(FYI: bold sentences... are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

MASTERLIST

Part 1

Back again here. That's what you thought when you actually landed at the base. You're trying to calculate how long it has actually been. The years. The months. The days. The hours. The minutes.

Why? Because time is represented by numbers. And a weird number observer you were. Numbers are always assigned to occasions, incidents, blood pressure, mL of drugs, minutes to save a life, seconds wasted.

You furrow your eyebrows. You don't care about the wrinkles forming. Not anymore. You part your lips, and suck in some air.

The tightness of the black boots yet to be broken in like you were once.. were just painful and added pain of sore feet and legs from getting back into training was just a cherry on the icing.

The pain is just temporary... You think to yourself whilst you close your eyes and inhale for 4 through the nose, hold, and slowly breathe out for four, controlled, of course... and gradually open your eyes.

You should be grateful for this chance.

You take in scene before you. Base. Outside Berkshire... mid August...

The sky above is pale shade of blue with hints of orange as the sun sets in the west. It is surprisingly warm and nice today. Minimal clouds. As you look down you see the trucks on the grey charcoal tarmac, smooth and a few cracks here and there.. Buildings behind, patches of green..? Wow.

You couldn't also ignore the soon to be glaring floods lights surrounding the perimeter of the base. Without these, the views of sky where even more phenomenal. The stars. The realisation that there is a sort of weird chaos also going on out there too. The storm of Jupiter must be a sight to see you wonder..

"Corporal Kaur!" You hear a man shout from the left of you.

You break your gaze and see and old man from where that shout came from. Face still stern. Eyebrows still furrowed.

Captain Price.

You recognise that moustache and boonie hat from a mile away.Next to him where to other men, one bulky and tall, donning a half a skull over his face and wearing all black and the other shorter, still tall. but what was most noticeable was the hawk. Both of them staring at you.

You briefly stare back. Your new COs you assume.

You start to walk over to them, carrying your pack, and duffle over your right shoulder.

Back again. Back here facing death again. That's what you think. Over and over as you stride until you reach your old Captain.

You place your pack and duffle on the ground.

"Captain Price" you say, giving in a salute, heels slamming together. Your back straightening automatically when your right arm swung to the tip of your beret. Palms facing out. Always.

Muscle memory is a wonderful thing.

"At ease Corporal" Price says, giving a slight chuckle. His body turns to the two men beside him.

"This is Lieutenant Ghost" Price said as he gestures towards the masked man.

You put out your right hand for a hand shake. The lieutenant just stares at you, eyes cold and calculating watching you.

You raise your head curtly and trying to suppress the smirk from appearing. I'm watching you too you think to yourself.

"I'm your Sergeant; Soap MacTavish" the hawked man said, in a strong Scottish accent. He brings up his hand for a handshake, grinning hard.

You shake his hand. Soap grinned a bit harder.

"Soap and Ghost." You say turning your head to Price after shaking Soap's hand, you see him in the corner of your eye elbow Ghost and gesture towards you with his hand, you couldn't catch what he was saying as Price started giving you directions and something else he

"The team know you're here as their new medic. The infirmary, somewhat set, thought it was best left to the expert to order whatever you need. You remember where it is?" Price said. "I have to go to the hanger, catch up later" He saids, patting you on the shoulder.

"Thank you sir" You reply.

Yes. The team's medic. Not actually part of the team. Not anymore...

Not able to linger on the past for a second longer, you see Soap move towards your pack and duffle.

You grab your pack just before he does.

"I've got it, don't worry" You say, and this time you remember to smile, with teeth, a soft smile that a younger you adorned each day.

Soap laughs gently, and looks at your face, that smile broke your stern face from before, a kindness washed over your face Soap thought.

After picking up your pack and duffle, swinging them both over and onto your back. You stare back at the two men, and smile again.

"Well, I am going.. to get settled" You say to them "Nice meeting both of you" you said as you turn.

"We'll walk ya to the infirmary" The lieutenant said gruffly. You detect an accent, maybe northern?

"Yeah, that way we can get to know you on the way" Soap chimes in, grinning again

Fuck sake, not this already you think to yourself.

You turn to them, and force a smile, this time no teeth, nostrils flare, you hope they don't notice the force of it. Ghost does. Ghost raises his head, eyes widening slightly.

You did not like that Ghost thinks to himself. He crosses his arms across his chest, slightly puffing it out.

He looks at you whilst you relax your face as you looked at him do his little chest puff, your eyes widen, slight glare to the ground and then back to the familiar stern look, he lets out a light huff. Amused at the expressions coming and going on your face. He could've sworn there was hint of pink spreading across that brown skin.

"Price said you've worked here before" Soap continues, trying to ease the tension that was stirring between the three of you as the three of you walk across the tarmac, amidst the other soldiers and trucks driving past.

You stare again at Soap, trying to ease the furrowed brows, but they seem glued to their position. The back of your mind still processing your surroundings.

"Years ago. In my early twenties" You reply to Soap

"Wait, so how old are you now?" Soap asks

You look at him and smile slightly. People get so bewildered when they find out that you're a lot older than you look. Given that your face has hardly a wrinkle, no grey hairs, smooth and "fair" skin (for an Indian) that your mother loves to praise you about after years of her nagging of using SPF 50 daily, especially during winter.

"32" You reply

"Steamin' Jesus" Soap exclaims "You don't look a day over 25" he added

"Yeah, it's annoying getting ID'd when getting a drink though" You say back. You realise the two men are beside you, Soap on your left, and Ghost on your right. Glaring at you still, watching your movements. You're stuck in the middle. A rock and a hard place.

You feel the tension creep to your shoulders. You roll your right shoulder to ease the tension. It doesn't help. Not with the added weight your pack and duffle. You then take duffle off your back, and see Soap on your left raise him arm, again gesturing for him to help carry your stuff.

You raise your left hand and tell him again its okay. You've carried heavier. You've carried limp bodies for longer. You hold the duffle on your right hand, Ghost moves slightly further to make room. You take note and swing duffle, smooth and controlled.

The three of you head straight to building 2. You notice the building as been redone slightly since you were here last, a fresh slick of paint and new doors.

Soap runs up to the doors, and opens them for you, and gestures you through with his right hand. You nod and give a weak thanks.

"We have to keep you sweet" he says "Right L.t?" Soap says, nudging Ghost.

Ghost grunts disapprovingly.

"Why?" You turn to him, letting out a deep sigh. Laying the duffle and pack down on the ground. Suddenly the jet lag, the sore feet and legs hit you harder and you feel like you could just melt into the floor. But you couldn't do that.

"Well, you are our new medic, and you'll be patching us up after missions, so need to keep you sweet" Soap says in a chirpy manner.

"That's her job Johnny" Ghost said, voice rough

You smirk, reaching in your pack for a folder containing your documents and forms.

"Actually..." You start but then remember that even Price said your job role to your face. Medic.

"Actually?" Soap questions

"Nothing" You said, opening the plastic folder and retrieving your forms, you look up and see Soap with a puzzling look on his face and Ghost just coldly still staring.

The anxiety is kicking in. You feel it creep across your chest and swarming it's way to your arms and legs.

You pull out the forms needed and held them in your hand, in between Soap and Ghost, unsure who would take them

"Filled these out as requested by Captain Price" You say

Ghost reaches and grabs the papers, eyes weaving left to right from top to bottom across the forms. You see Soap try and peak and he notices a lot of thick blacked out information. His brows furrow and a curious sheen glosses over his eyes as he looks back at you.

"Most of this is redacted" Ghost says those cold eyes still on the paper. "Like your file" His eyes flicker to yours, hoping to catch you out.

But you stare back. Redacted like your face you think to yourself.

"Captain Price surely would've let you know why" You say curtly

The two men looked at each other. Ghost turned his head towards you, Soap still eyeing Ghost, and then peaking at the paper a bit closer.

No forename, no information of her previous time here... Was Ghost right? Soap thought

"Was hopin' to get somethin' outa' you" Ghost said brightly

He folded the forms into four and put them in his back pocket. He then bent down slightly and picked up your pack and duffle before you could. His eyes wondered up and down your body and your stare turned into a glare when you realised what he was doing.

You felt like he could see through the clothes that covered you. You tug the sleeve of your jacket, rolling your shoulders forward, trying to become smaller. And this man made you smaller. Not by his sheer size, but the way he just looked at you up and down.

"Need a hand Lt? Soap says, breaking the silence again. Hoping to at least try and carry the new medic's stuff.

"Nah, I got this Johnny" Ghost sighs, readjusting the grip on your pack and duffle and swinging them over his shoulder. "Let's show her the infirmary" He said walking off, leaving behind a bewildered Soap and yourself.

You follow the two men, wanting this to be over so you can lie down and sleep. And take the damn boots off. Your feet becoming numb with every step as you follow your commanding officers..

As the three of you reach the door of the infirmary, Ghost drops your pack and duffle from his shoulder to his side, still not letting go and places his left hand in his pocket and takes out a key and unlocks the door.

He looks down at you and you look up at him, you smile weakly, furrowed brows still and try and peak into the infirmary.

Ghost doesn't break his gaze from you, he moves from the doorway and gestures you to go in.

You go in first, the room a warm golden yellow, the light is turned off. The big windows let the last of the sun's rays into the room.

Golden hour.

It's so beautiful you think to yourself and as you move through the room to the window staring at the sunset.

"Best view on this side o' the buildin'" Ghost says, approaching you as you watch the sunset, he gently places your pack and duffle next you.

"It really is something" You say, smiling brightly at the sunset

Ghost sees the shift in your expression in the window, and looks down beside you, your eyes, they appear softer and warm. Not like the ones he experienced earlier.

"Johnny and I will get your room key" Ghost says turning to Soap who was about to take a photo of the sunset with his phone. "C'mon sergeant" as he walks past him and leans against the doorway.

You turn to look at them, Soap desperately trying to take a photo despite the sighing coming from Ghost as he watches him take endless photos of the "sunset". He saw Soap sneak a picture of you.

"Thank you Lieutenant Ghost and Sergeant Soap" You say, struggling to comprehend these codenames. Ghost you kind of get, given the mask. But Soap? There has to be some kind of gay connotation you think as you remind yourself of the saying 'Don't drop the soap'

The two of them turn to you, Soap smiles and Ghost just staring.

Soap eventually makes his way out past Ghost, and walks out.

"Meet you at the Hole Lt, need to take a piss" Soap whispers as he passes him.

You and Ghost lock eyes as he holds the doorknob and begins to just it close, you make your way over, ensuring that he will actually leave and not linger (like a ghost).

"Thanks again for carrying my stuff" You say, trying the fill the silence and encourage this man to leave.

Ghost's grip tightens on the doorknob, and brings the door closer.

"You are most welcome" He says

You smile again as you edge closer to the door. Leave dammnit

"Ruhari"

The smile on your face disappears, the mouth drops open slightly in an O. Eyes widen in shock.

You see Ghost's eyes wrinkle, a sign he's possibly smiling under that skull mask.

Got ya He thought as the took in the shocked face and closed the door leaving you bewildered on the other side.

[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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[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.)

[matural2021]

Hello guys! Are you still using regular soap to clean your skin? Did you know that many soaps on the market contain harmful ingredients that can damage men's skin? That's right - some traditional soaps are made with harsh chemicals and additives that can strip the skin of its natural oils, leaving it dry and irritated.

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[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

[screpa]

Your Steamy Birthday Celebration (Pt. 2)

Summary:

Your boyfriend Bertolt wanted to gift you three perfect days as your birthday gift. He asked Sasha to ask you about your kind of perfect day. Sasha managed to make you treat her and the girls (Mikasa, Krista, Ymir) to a girls' night out at the bath house. The guys - Jean, Reiner, Armin, and Connie – decided to help out but ended up embarrassing Bertolt. So, what did the gentle giant had in store for you?

Chapter summary:

You met Levi and Hange on your way to the headquarter, and you found Levi's kink. Bertolt had an awkward conversation with the guys of the 104th Cadet Corps.

Tags: slightly NSFW, mature, men having dirty talks and thought, boys being boys, funny.

Read here or on AO3, up to you ^^

Here's the 1st chapter if you missed it ^^

Dirty Boys

As you reached the headquarter, you saw Hange and Levi talking in the square. So you wished the girls goodnight and went to see your best friends.

‘Y/N! Where have you been?’ Hange asked to you cheerfully.

Levi just looked at you with his gloomy expression, as always.

‘Ahhhhh,’ You let out a relaxed sigh. ‘I just went to the bath house with the others’.

‘Ohhhh, nice. Should do that soon. Been a while. The place you went to, was it nice?’

‘Oh, yeah! They have separate rooms for each bathing process. So first cold wash, then the warm room, to get you all sweaty with all your pores open. Sweat pushing out all the grimes. Then a cold wash. Then into the first warm bath so all the grime and gunk become soft and easier to scrub off afterwards. Then scrub, scrub, scrub until all the dirt and dead skins are removed, like, really, nothing left! They gave you this beautifully scented soap to wash your body and hair, then another plunge to the warm bath. After drying, I apply this honey-based oil that’s so perfect for the skin’.

You rolled your sleeve and traced your index finger on your arm.

’See how soft, supple and clean my skin is. It’s like the skin of an infant’.

They both went closer to look at your arm.

You said worriedly, ‘Le– Levi. Your nose. Blood is dripping out of your nose!’

He touched his nose and saw that there was indeed blood trickling out of his nose.

‘Ah, uhm, I need to clean it up. In my office,’ he said flatly.

He started to walk away.

You told him, ‘Your office is in the other direction’.

He stopped. Looked at you in confusion.

You pointed to the right direction. ‘That way, Levi. There. Yes’.

He followed your direction.

You and Hange stared at him. He was walking differently. His balance was off.

He turned to the right and Hange screamed to him, ‘The left, Levi! To the left!’

Levi jolted and turned to the left when he was actually walking toward the right direction before that.

‘You’re directing him toward the pond, aren’t you?’ You asked Hange, still amazed at Levi’s reaction.

‘Yeap. A cold plunge would do him good now’.

‘Well, we finally found his kink’.

‘We finally did’.

Tomorrow’s the day. Bertolt had prepared his surprises. He had told you that you would spend this season’s holiday with him. He was grateful to Sasha and the other girls for getting the information he needed. Now, he just needed to deliver!

Bertolt was lying on his bed, with his legs up leaning on the wall. He making a mental checklist of what to do.

’Tomorrow’s the big day, huh?’ Reiner approached him. The others, Jean, Connie, and Armin, came to join him as well.

'Yea. Can hardly wait’.

Reiner said proudly, ‘well, we prepared some things for you too. To make the special day even more special’.

Jean gave him a sketchbook, some pencils and charcoal sticks. ‘Whenever she’s happy, she’d want to save the moment in her drawings. Connie chipped in too’.

‘Wow, thanks, man! Didn’t think of that’.

‘The least we can do for our Squad Leader,’ Connie said.

Armin scooted to the front. He held a book to his chest. He said in great excitement, ‘Reiner told me to find this book for you. It was difficult to find. I do hope that it’d be useful for you’.

Bertolt accepted the book. It was a thin, hardbound book with nothing written on the front and back cover. So, Bertolt opened the book right in the middle.

To his horror, it was a picture book of a man and a woman in various sexual positions.

Jean saw the pictures and tried to pull the book away from Bertolt, his brotherly instinct on high gear. But Connie and Armin pushed him aside to take a closer look.

‘Whoa! People actually do that?’ Connie asked in excitement.

‘Is it even possible to bend like that?’ Armin innocently pointed at one of the pictures.

‘Y-yes,’ Bertolt said in a whisper but no one heard him.

Armin told him, ‘There’s even this one position that is said to be fail proof’

‘Which one?!’ Connie asked.

Armin showed the picture and the two of them studied it.

‘Whoa, Bertolt, you should definitely try it. Even YOU can do this,’ Connie said in wonder.

Jean was curling on the floor, covering his ears, ‘STOP TALKING!’

‘Or, this one, Bertolt! Oh you’d look so cool like this. Muscles all pow, pow, woof!’ Armin added.

Reiner went to take a look. ‘Oh yea, that’s so masculine. I approve that one!’

These idiots really have no idea what they’re talking about, Bertolt thought. He just kept his head down, trying to contain his embarrassment.

Reiner then said with pride, ‘And, this is my gift to you’. He threw a small pouch on Bertolt’s lap.

Bertolt opened the pouch and saw something that looked like raisins.

‘So you chew that as you, uhm, perform the deed. It’ll help you to last longer. You wouldn’t want your inexperience to show,’ Reiner informed him smugly.

That’s it! Bertolt had enough!

He told them in contained annoyance, ‘Thanks for your help, guys, but really, I’m way past the stage where help was needed’.

They just stared at him. Jean looked up to peek at him.

’You? You’ve done it?’ Reiner asked in shock.

Bertolt looked down and nodded.

Connie and Armin jumped on him and shrieked.

'Tell us how it was?!!!’ Connie begged.

Armin showed the picture book to Bertolt, ‘Circle the ones you find most practical yet potent!’

‘AAAAAA…!!!!’ Jean continued to wail on the floor.

Reiner stood rigid in his place, dumbstruck because his timid friend had real action way before he did.

Bertolt firmly but kindly told them, ‘Guys, please, I don’t want to talk about this. This concerns the woman I love and the person all of you greatly respect. Please’.

All of them snapped back to reality.

Jean sighed in relief.

'You’re right,’ Armin sighed.

'Not even a little bit?’ Connie asked.

‘No. This is something that you need to experience yourself,’ Bertolt said, dismissing him.

Connie groaned. ‘Whatever, man. Guess we’d just wish you good luck and en-jooooy tomorrow then’.

He was so relieved when his friends left him alone.

He tried to sleep so tomorrow could finally start.

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Let's go to chapter 3 where things start to get steamy!

This story is part the "Detours to Your Heart" series, comprises of stories of your friendship and slow burn romance with Levi Ackerman. You build many interesting relationships with other AOT characters, such as ambiguous friendship/ romance with Hange Zoe, a whirlwind romance with Bertolt Hoover, sibling-like relationship with Jean Kirstein, and many more!

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[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.

[milkyraewishes]

Dove Men charcoal and clay bar soap makes me feel like a tomboy fkhjhfdjkshds

feminine gender euphoria from male geared smell lmao