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clumsyraccoon · 10 months

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OK, here it is...

Kusakabe Atsuya (JuJutsu Kaisen) x AFAB!reader

Reader is afab but I tried to keep anything else as gender neutral as possible, so description of body should be ambiguous. "pussy", "cunt" and "clit" used to describe genitalia. No pronouns used.

Adding details: reader is a foreigner sorcerer, mentions of previous make out session (I said it was self indulgent… >.>”), mentions of alcohol

Smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, THANK YOU): fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

Words: 2630

[I swear to the gods I don't know what (or who) possessed me while writing this O_O It's honestly my first time ever finishing a smut piece, so if you have comments and/or constructive criticisms, as always I will be more than welcome to hear them! ^^]

[Ah, yes, not beta read, minor edit just to not post a complete mess XD]

The now empty boxes of your take-out are set aside in a corner of the table, to make room for all the preparatory paperwork for the mission. Forms, applications, and all the paperwork required: you also had to learn all the bureaucratic minutiae in order to become a full-fledged sorcerer. You flanked several professional sorcerers since you arrived at Tokyo JuJutsu High, to better understand all the various processes and to see how every individual had their way of doing the work, and for the mission at hand it was Kusakabe-san turn.

After the end of class for that day, you both opted go to the home of one of the two: as much as JuJutsu High provided rooms and offices for their personnel, the both of you wanted somewhere more cosy and relaxed, as winter was fast approaching and being in the office when it was already so dark outside spoiled the mood of the man paired with you.

In that first year in Japan, you had the chance to meet a variety of exceptional and extravagant people that left you almost without breath sometimes, first above anyone else the person that scouted you: Gojo Satoru. But Kusakabe was somehow...different. He was indeed a powerful and skilled sorcerer, a Grade 1 nonetheless, but his demeanor was so in contrast with people like Gojo or Mei-Mei that he seemed almost...normal. And that was kind of a relief, especially for a foreigner that has been oblivious about the jujutsu society for most of their life. He was a good teacher and when he came to you, he used the same patience and tranquility in explaining things: just as he didn't treat any of his students as stupid (maybe apart from the occasional times when they drove him nuts), he never made you feel inferior, putting you at the same level of every other sorcerer and explaining things calmly and clearly.

“Now, we begin with filling the Prearranged Team Management Form.” his low voice takes you out of your own thoughts, bringing you back to the delightfully bureaucratic filled present. He slides a blank folder under your nose, pointing with his finger the protocol number. “It serves to organise who will be in the team and leave a track of which exact people will be at which exact location. Obviously 99% of the time it is filled out after the mission is over, due to the lack of advance notice...but I have to teach you properly, so here it is.”

As much as he hates missions, he is a very thorough individual. Every paper is neatly placed in front of you, a small semi-transparent differently coloured post-it at the corner of every folder, a way to categorise them depending on their function and who they should be delivered to in the office. You nod, trying to memorise number and use of said form, while Kusakabe lends you a pen. “Experience is the best teacher – he says, a small grin appearing on his lips – so I’ll let you do the honor” Another nod from you, while you put all the concentration you’re capable of into filling the form out. He snorts at your face, a smile tugging at he corners of his lips “Don’t worry, you’re not under exam.”

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A couple of hours later and the atmosphere is far more relaxed, thanks to the majority of the papers being taken care of...and also to the couple of bottles of red wine you had brought from your country.

“There - you say, stretching and lying on the floor, since sitting on a chabudai for too long was something your body was still not that used to – should be the last one, right?” The wine in your system is not that much, you would not call yourself drunk right now, but it leaves a pleasant buzz throughout your whole body, your senses slightly enhanced by the alcohol. There’s also a pleasant warmth that radiates form you and, even if you’re wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, you feel it slowly increasing. Turning your head towards him, you take the chance to glance at Kusakabe while he’s still preoccupied with checking papers: your gaze start from the hand on the floor he’s putting his weight on, then slowly trails up his hairy forearm (when did he took of his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves up?!?), the slightly unbuttoned shirt, revealing just a hint of his also hairy chest…

“Yep, everything seems fine to me”

...his neck and jaw, idly moving whenever he turned his lollipop around in his mouth...(his neck and jaw that you explored oh so well in an half-drunk yet very aroused state after Ieiri’s birthday party...)

“Y/N?”

You snap out of your trance and meet his questioning gaze, the warmth inside of you making a sudden surge. But, somehow, you don’t feel embarrassed nor guilty. You never felt like that with him, always making you feel at ease, as if he was something solid, something certain that brings stability in the frenzy of life.

“Yes?”

“Are you drunk?”

A heartfelt laugh escapes your lips, while you pat the futon at your side, inviting him to join you on the floor. “No, just happy we finally finished all the boring stuff.” you answer, while he lies on his side near you, propped up on one elbow, hand supporting his head. You look up at him, trying to ignore the warmth that heavily radiates from his body as well.

“Thank you, Kusakabe-san” you murmur.

“Ah, I’ve already told you – he retorts, a small grimace on his features, while he takes the stick of his now finished lollipop out of his mouth – you can call me Atsuya.”

“Well, then... thank you, Atsuya.”

The way you say his given name is not even consciously intended, but it slips out of your lips nonetheless, taking down the raising heat by a couple degrees...but not in an unpleasant manner. Your own voice send a shiver down your spine, the way you said his name probably giving away way more than you had intended to, and you search his gaze, to see and assess how much damage you have done. His brown eyes are instantly locked into yours, a flick of hesitation already fleeting away to give space to...to… You don’t know how to describe what you see, you just feel the warmth of his body raising again and his already wide pupils taking over his irises completely, two dark pools you’re sure you’ll drown into, if you’re not careful. He doesn’t say anything, just exhales a tad too loudly than normal, while still not breaking eye-contact with you. His free hand slowly reaches for you and you don’t notice, still too enthralled by the soft, welcoming abyss of his eyes, until his fingertips brush against the exposed skin between your t-shirt and jeans, fingertips so hot they threaten to burn holes into your flesh, so hot they send another, more powerful this time, shiver up you spine. It’s your time now to exhale loudly, anticipation already making you squirm under his touch.

“Atsuya”

His name rolls out of your tongue another time, more shyly yet more pleading, a whisper that becomes a prayer on his ears and in his heart. How can he deny you, resist you anymore when you say his name oh so nicely? How can he find the strength to stop the both of you once again when you’re here, on his futon, looking up at him with that gaze, calling his name with that tone? How can he withdraw from your warmth? How can he suppress all that turmoil you cause in his heart every damn time he sees you?

He, simply, can’t.

So, finally, instead of fighting back what he now knows to be unbeatable, he surrender. He surrender himself to your smile that goes with your every “Good morning!”, he surrender himself to electricity that surges every time your hands brush by accident, he surrender himself to the optimism you sport every time you go on a mission together. He surrender himself to you, completely and undeniably.

The fingertips on your skin become a palm, sneaking under the hem of your t-shirt and gently caressing what’s underneath it. Your answer wants to be a soft gasp, but there’s no time for it to form before his lips descend on yours. The kiss is so sweet it is almost chaste, that first contact delivering all the feelings the both of you have tried to store away in the depths of your hearts, finally revealing what you have always been afraid to say. It feels liberating to finally let go, and you feel Kusakabe’s muscles relax in sync with yours, months of pining quickly dissolving from your bodies and souls.

One of your hand finds its way to his hair and gently tugs at it, with the result of making him part his lips and moan into your mouth, giving you the chance to deepen the kiss. The flavour of his lollipop floods your taste buds and you devour each other, almost like teenagers at their first shot at kissing, and your body already ask, no scream for so much more that you try to turn on your side to have a better position, but Kusakabe’s hand keeps you firmly in place. He pulls away just enough to look at you “Please, let me…” he murmurs against your lips. And in his tone there’s a plea that sink right into your heart and turns it into jelly. Replying with a nod you let yourself relax again on the futon, while his hand lifts your shirt all the way up, leaving your flushed chest exposed to him. He takes a moment to feel your erratic beating heart, palm pressed right in the middle of your chest, before resuming his exploration of your skin.

Despite the callousness of his hands, his touch is gentle, almost feather-like. Fingertips lightly brush against your skin, trailing around your nipples, but never touching them, down towards your navel, to your hips, up your sides. No haste nor hurry, but taking their damn time into exploring every inch of you, as if they were explorers into territory unknown to mankind up until now. They then skim just above the hem of your jeans, goosebumps now covering the entirety of your body, while his mouth descends to leave warm kisses on your chest. They are almost shy at first, sealed lips barely touching your skin, but as soon as your hand find its place in his hair again, they become more bold, tongue poking out to wet the path.

It takes a few minutes of kisses placed with utter adoration all over your exposed body, before Kusakabe muster the courage to latch on one of your nipples. And when he does, you start to sing. A moan finally fall freely from your parted lips, your body arching into his touch, craving him not only there, but everywhere on your burning body. Your free hand joins the other and entangles itself in his brown locks, instinctively squeezing every time you feel his teeth grazing against your sensitive flesh and receiving a pleased grunt from him in exchange.

There’s a trickle of saliva connecting your nipple to his tongue when he parts from you, and you look at it glimmering in the room’s light, almost enraptured by the vision, before your attention is diverted from it by the man’s hand. Slowly, he’s unbuttoning your jeans, his gaze fixated on you and, as you reciprocate his look, the thought that crosses your mind is that he’s insanely handsome. A blush covers the majority of his face and the tips of his ears, his hair is ruffled by all of your toying, and in his eyes you can see the real feeling he always nurtured for you.

Warm fingers slip past the waistband of your panties and push the clothes down enough your tights to leave your core exposed, the sudden chill air against you heated skin sending a shiver up your spine. Cupping his face with your hands, you kiss Kusakabe deeply, pulling him closer to you, while his fingers start to roam your tight like they previously did on your chest. Your focus shifts from his mouth to his neck (god how you missed it) and you unbutton his shirt, trying to spur him, but his touches are painstakingly slow, fingers too far away from where you wanted them most. Undaunted, you continue your attack, tongue tracing pathways of pleasure into his skin, teeth scarping and sinking, lips comforting and eliciting.

Circles are drawn on the canvas of your skin, smaller and smaller, until he finally reaches your cunt and you start to loose track of time, his fingers teasing your folds but never entering, caresses on your clit that never turns into that something more enough for you to finally cum. Squirming and whimpering through the sweet anguish he persists in doing, yet you hear the first signs of capitulations in his own grunts and moans.

Yet he persists.

Your breaths are hot and short against each other, the temperature of both your bodies so high now you might have a fever. Your face nuzzle in the crook of his neck, his ministration starting to make you see stars in your vision, while you desperately cling to his now exposed chest, hair soft under your touch.

“A-atsuya...p-pleeease…”

Deft fingers continue to caress your sex, eliciting a new series of moans and cries out of your mouth, his tongue trailing from your ear down your neck, leaving the skin burning in its wake. And you know that, if he continues to torture you like that, it’s no long before you come undone under him. So, with the last remnants of your will, the leg trapped in between his tries to grind against his hard, still clothed, cock, while one of your hand tries to get a hold of his forearm, in a futile attempt to slow him down or hurry him up, you’re not even sure of what you want to do anymore. You just now that you will not resist a second more.

As if he reads your mind, Kusakabe finally finally push a finger past your folds and inside your aching pussy, your lewd cry of pleasure making his dick throb in his pants. There’s no need for a second digit, as your orgasm hits you suddenly and violently, leaving you shaking so bad you cling to him for dear life.

You stay like that for a couple of minutes, but as soon as the shivers start to subside, you look up at him “Need you...inside...pl-please…” is all you manage to say in between your broken breaths. A soft kiss on your temple “Are you sure?”

Just a nod from you and he’s unbuckling his pants, letting his cock finally free. Impatient hands pull him closer and he’s already lined up to your entrance and ready, but he takes his time to smile down and then softly kiss you, before entering in one go in your wet hole. It’s your turn now to moan into his mouth, while he hooks your legs over his arms, a mating press the best way to deal with all the too many clothes you two still wear.

It doesn’t take long for the both of you to reach your peaks, pent-up as you are, moans and cries being swallowed into hungry kisses, bodies trembling in unison. And as your breath slowly come back to normal and you both descend from your high, the way Kusakabe embraces you tells you everything you wanted to hear from him.

#JuJutsu Kaisen #Kusakabe Atsuya #JuJutsu Kaisen x reader #Kusakabe Atsuya x reader #x reader #re-reading this it feel a lot like an attack of word vomiting >.>#I genuinely have mixed feelings about this text #oh well I guess brainrot for this man is too strong rn to care XD

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hannah-h-pleb · 1 year

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BABESSSSs

Aftercare hcs and kinda selfcare hcs with Cartman 🥺

Like him painting your nails and slapping your hand every time you reach for something because you’ll ruin his hard work. He’d probably hold water up for you and everything while complaining about how you better not mess your nails. He’d probably blow on them too because he insists the way you do it is wrong somehow. He’s probs gossiping the whole time too because he’s a messy ass bitch

Thank you for the suggestion Harles! I love this idea 🤭 Sorry this took so long!

This is going to be interesting for sure. What I’ll do is include both aftercare and self care headcanons in which Eric is surprisingly soft and kind towards you which is…a terrifying concept for anyone who’s known him since fourth grade

All characters are aged up to 18 or older as always

Eric Cartman x Reader: Aftercare/Self Care Headcanons

Aftercare:

As already established, this man does not hold back in bed, so expect to be sore and very tired after going at it with him. After you guys are done, you lie down on his bed trying to catch your breath

He leaves the room for a little while while you try to recover from the events of the night. You’re pleasantly surprised when he comes back

Because this man has a glass of water with ice and a straw, a small snack (which could either be a couple of cookies, or some of his cheesy poofs because you’re just that special) and a warm face cloth, like dude is ready to clean you up and help you unwind after what he’s just done to you

He sits down beside you on the bed, stroking your cheeks with the back of his fingers before bringing the warm face cloth to you face. “Shshsh, relax. I’ve got this” he whispers to you as he slowly wipes your face clean. His touch is so soft and gentle, the exact opposite of how he was treating you not too long ago

And he doesn’t half ass it either. He takes his time, going slow to ensure your face was cleaned up good. As he’s washing your face he’s asking you if you’re okay, if you’re in any pain, and giving words of affirmation. Telling you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are even if you feel like a mess at the moment

Once he’s done, he peppers your face with quick kisses to make you giggle. He smirks at you before holding out the glass of water for you to take a sip. Also feeds you your snack. Right now he doesn’t want you to do anything, he wants you to relax and let him take care of you

Self Care:

Remember how I said he probably has a whole skincare routine? Oh yes he does, and now he’s going to try it on you

He brings you into his bathroom and you’re taken back by all the skincare products he has. Everything from moisturizers, face masks, scrubs, you name it. Just don’t tell him which ones to use first because he insists he knows what he’s doing

Also probably wouldn’t let you try and use any of it because he thinks you’ll use too much or not enough 🙄 But hey, you understand that your boyfriend likes to do things a particular way so you’re patient with him

Can imagine that he takes his face mask applicator to your skin in very slow, soft strokes. He’s got his eyes squinted and he sticks his tongue out the side of his mouth as he’s concentrating on your face. You relish in how gentle he’s being, he’s rarely ever this soft

So you sit there and let him do his thing. He gently takes the face mask off, washing your face to get off any excess that’s still on you, before applying moisturizer and full on massaging your face. It’s a win win, he gets to touch your face and you get a good massage. By the time he’s done, you’re amazed by how soft your skin feels and he stands there all cocky about the fact that you’re admiring his work

To echo @h-harleybaby’s idea, he absolutely loves doing your nails. He wants to be the one to pick the colour and everything. Again, don’t even try to give suggestions because he knows what he’s doing (but if there was a particular colour you really wanted he would oblige because he loves you)

If you even move an INCH while he’s doing them he’ll smack you on the hands and go, “Aye! You’ll smudge it! Hold still would ya?”. Anyone else would assume he’s being an ass, but again, he likes things done a certain way and you respect that. You can’t help but giggle when he rages like that not only because it’s funny, but because he’s so focused and serious about it. You admire it though

Let’s not forget, he’s probably gossiping the whole time too. Could be about someone who looked at him funny, someone who had mouthed him off earlier (probably Kyle), or just anything really. You listen to him as he works his magic, making sure that not a single ounce of the nail polish is smudged or out of place. When he’s finished he admires his work and reminds you of how lucky you are to have a boyfriend who actually cares about how you look, as well as a boyfriend how actually knows how to do nails properly. Also, he’ll tell you to be verrrry careful with them because if you chip them even a little bit he’s doing them again

Loved writing some wholesome Cartman because there’s not enough of it. Got some dating headcanons in the works too! Because if you think he wouldn’t be like this at all, all will be explained in the dating headcanons ☺️

#eric cartman headcanons #eric cartman x reader #cartman x reader #eric cartman x reader headcanons #south park #south park x reader #Hannah is pleased with her work

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stargazer-sims · 4 months

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The Art of Redemption

(part 18)

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The animal shelter reminds Nikolai vaguely of the hospital. Maybe it's the odour of industrial-grade disinfectant in the air, or perhaps the drab, institutional colour scheme, or maybe it's the unfriendly expression of the middle-aged woman at the front desk who looks like she'd rather be almost anywhere else.

He does not want to approach this woman, but he has little choice. After all, she's the one who might be able to help him get Tangerine back.

Beside him, Ginger reaches for his hand. He'd picked her up at her apartment and explained the entire situation to her on the way across town to the shelter, and she hadn't seemed the least bit surprised at what Anya had done. Shocked, yes. Outraged, definitely. But Ginger has known Anya just as long as Nikolai has, and she's well acquainted with Anya's ways. He guesses nothing Anya might do would surprise Ginger any more.

Nikolai swallows reflexively. He hates that he does this whenever he's nervous, but he can't seem to control it

Ginger squeezes his fingers gently and whispers, "Go on. You can do this."

He squeezes back, grateful that he doesn't have to explain his anxiety to her. Ginger knows him almost as well as he knows himself, and they don't always need words to communicate to each other how they're feeling. "Thanks."

They approach the desk together, with Ginger a half-step behind Nikolai. The receptionist looks up, but doesn't smile or greet them.

"Excuse me," Nikolai says to her. "I'm hoping you can help me."

She utters a little noise that seems to suggest he's inconveniencing her. "Adopt or surrender?"

"Uh... neither," he stammers, put off by her brusqueness. "I'm looking for my cat. Her name is Tangerine. She's orange with three white feet, and she's eleven years old, and she might've been wearing a pastel pink collar. My wife... my ex-wife brought her here to... I mean, she brought her here by mistake, and I'd like to have her back."

"This isn't a pet boarding service," says the receptionist. "You can't simply retrieve surrendered animals."

"Tangerine isn't a surrendered animal. I don't want to give her up."

"If the animal was surrendered, you'll have to go through the adoption process. The adoption fee is two hundred dollars and there's a processing time of forty-eight to seventy-two hours. The application is there." She points to a basket at the end of the desk, with sheets of paper sticking out of it. Turning her attention to her computer and clicking her mouse a couple of times, she adds. "We can arrange a time for you to view the cats, so you can complete the paperwork."

Nikolai stares at her, incredulous. It's as if she isn't even listening to him. "But, I don't want to view any other cats. I just want my cat. Can you at least check if she's here?"

The woman sighs. "I don't know which cats are here. I'd have to get a staff member."

"Perhaps," Ginger says, "you ought to fetch your manager. This certainly seems like a situation where some authority might be needed."

The receptionist spears Ginger with a dark look, but then sighs again and picks up the receiver of her desk phone. She stabs at a few buttons with her pointy burgundy fingernails. A handful of seconds pass, and then she says into the phone. "Yes, is Lakeisha there? There's a couple out front who seem like they're going to be trouble. They want to speak to the manager. Yes, all right... thanks."

She puts the receiver down aggressively and doesn't make eye contact with Nikolai and Ginger.

"Well?" Ginger inquires.

"Have a seat," says the receptionist, waving in the general direction of some plastic chairs along one wall.

Ginger takes Nikolai's hand again and leads him over to the chairs. They sit next to each other, and Nikolai has to resist the urge to lean against his friend. He's suddenly exhausted. It's barely mid-morning, but after the pre-sunrise trip to the airport, his confrontation with Anya at her grandparents' house, and now this, it already feels like it's been a long day.

A million thoughts race around in his head, not the least of which is the fear that Tangerine isn't even here and he came all this way for nothing. His mind is still reeling from his encounter with Anya and the fact that she would put him through this ordeal. Still, in a way, maybe this is better than attempting to have a civilized conversation with her this morning. He doesn't know what he would've said beyond, I love you but you keep hurting me and I don't want to live like that any more.

He does the mental equivalent of shaking his head. What has his life come to, that he thinks sitting here in this awful place is a better alternative than talking to his wife?

Nikolai glances at his fitness tracker. The time display lets him know that it's only been seven minutes since the last time he looked at it. he and Ginger have only been waiting that long, but to him it feels like it's been practically an eternity.

At last, a side door opens and a woman who looks to be a little older than Nikolai and Ginger walks out. She's plump and attractive, with a natural, easy smile on her face and teal extensions in her black hair that match the colour of the shelter's logo on her polo shirt. She bypasses the front desk and comes straight over to Nikolai and Ginger.

"Good morning," she says, as she sticks out her hand toward Nikolai. "I'm Lakeisha Smith. I'm the shelter manager. Is there something I can help you with today?"

"I, uh..." Nikolai stares at her for a moment. He doesn't know why he assumed she'd be as unwelcoming as the woman at the reception desk, and the warmth of her greeting catches him by surprise. He recovers his wits and shakes her hand. "I'm Nikolai Pavlenko, and this is my friend, Ginger Holmes. My cat was brought here by mistake, and we're looking for her, so if you could help with that...?"

Lakeisha shakes hands with Ginger as well. "Nice to meet both of you," she says. "Why don't you tell me about your cat and what you think might've happened? We'll see if we can sort things out."

He doesn't want to get into too much detail about the turmoil of his and Anya's relationship, but he has to explain a little for the story to make sense. He tells Lakeisha briefly about the perfect storm of his injury and the breakup of his marriage, and how Anya had taken Tangerine when she left. Then, he relates the story Anya had told him less than an hour before; how her grandfather was allergic, which prompted their decision to surrender the cat.

"The problem is," Nikolai concludes. "I don't even know if she's telling the truth. I don't know if Tangerine is really here or not, and even if she is, how hard is it going to be to get her back?"

"Do you have a picture of Tangerine?" Lakeisha asks.

"Yes, loads of them."

"His camera roll has two things," Ginger adds. "Tangerine and rink selfies."

It has more than that, but he can't deny that his phone is full of photos of Tangerine. He slides it out of his pocket, unlocks it and opens his photo gallery. He passes his phone to Lakeisha. He has nothing to hide.

Lakeisha scrolls through the photos and then smiles as she releases the phone back into Nikolai's hand. "Yes, I recognize that cat. We do have her here. She came in about a week ago."

Relief floods through Nikolai's body, and he suddenly feels like he might need to sit down again. Maybe it's ridiculous to be so emotionally invested in the life and welfare of an animal, and maybe it's an overreaction on his part, but he can't help it.

The joke he often makes is that he and Tangerine grew up together, but when he pauses to consider it, he decides it's not all that far from the truth. He's twenty-seven now, and he got her when he was sixteen and she was just a tiny six week old kitten. It's impossible to say exactly how much Tangerine has learned over the past eleven years, but he knows he's discovered more a thing or two about life while growing into adulthood.

His parents hadn't been overjoyed at the idea of having a cat at first, but they'd soon begun to love Tangerine almost as much as Nikolai did. When he and Anya got their house, he remembers overhearing his mother tell someone, "Kolya and Tangerine moved out." Despite his parents' initial misgivings, it's obvious she's now very much a part of their family.

So, maybe it's not so much of an overreaction after all.

"Can I see her?" he asks. His voice trembles slightly.

"Of course," says Lakeisha. "Come with me."

He and Ginger follow Lakeisha through the same side door she appeared from. They go down a corridor with doors that are probably offices or storage areas. At the end of the hallway is a large metal door, like a fire door, with a red and white sign that says 'authorized persons only'.

The first thing Nikolai sees when they pass through the metal door is something that reminds him of a foreign prison scene from some action movie. It's two rows of stacked cages with a narrow aisle between them, and it's horrifying. Logically, he knows the cages are necessary for the safety of the cats, and presumably dogs in some other part of the building as well, but he feels uncomfortable with the thought of cats and dogs in cages. The lighting is low in this area and the odour of disinfectant is much stronger here than it was in the lobby. Nikolai's nostrils burn from the acrid smell.

It takes a moment for his brain to register the information that most of the cages are empty. At the far end of the room is a glass-walled enclosure full of cat trees and other climbing apparatus. There's a large window with a wide sill to allow the cats to look outside, and there are various toys scattered around.

That's better.

A quick count tells him there are nine cats inside, but none of them are orange. He's just about to ask about it when Lakeisha stops at the end of the row of cages.

Ginger lets out a soft gasp and clutches Nikolai's arm. Tangerine is in the topmost cage, huddled in the back corner, ears flat and mismatched eyes glaring. Nikolai can't decide if she looks more angry or terrified, but either way, the sight of her in this state is jarring.

He blurts the first thing that pops into his head. "She's still wearing her collar. My name and phone number are on there, embroidered on the inside."

More of his mother's clever handiwork, disassembling the collar, stitching the information on the layer of fabric that would rest against Tangerine's neck, and then sewing the layers back together with her heavy-duty sewing machine. Mama's rationale had been that if Tangerine ever got lost and was found and dropped off at a shelter or a veterinarian's office, the first thing they'd do would be to remove her collar. They'd be sure to see the deep purple embroidery against the pastel pink inner surface.

Lakeisha's expression is somewhere between amused and exasperated. "Yes, she's still wearing it. We couldn't get it off because she's attacked everyone who's tried to touch her. It took two people to hold her down while the veterinarian sedated her to do his examination, and I think they forgot about the collar amid all that drama. No one's wanted to try again."

Nikolai is already reaching for the door of the cage before he catches himself. "Can you open this, please?"

"You can go ahead and do it yourself if you like," Lakeisha says.

He doesn't need any more encouragement than that. The latch is easy to flip up, and he swings the small barred door open.

Tangerine's reaction is not what he expects. She fluffs herself up, bares her teeth and lets out a savage hiss. Undeterred, he reaches through the opening, not far enough to touch Tangerine but far enough that she won't have to take too many steps to reach him.

"I wouldn't put my hand in there if I were you," Lakeisha warns.

Nikolai hears, but doesn't heed. He's willing to take the risk of getting scratched or bitten, although he doubts either of those things will happen.

He holds his breath. Maybe all three humans are doing that, because he can't hear anyone making a single sound. Perhaps ten seconds tick by, and then Tangerine creeps forward. She still seems nervous, but no longer in attack mode. Tentatively, she bumps Nikolai's fingers with her nose.

He reaches his other arm into the cage and lifts her out, slowly and carefully. When she doesn't protest, he pulls her in close to his body and cradles her like an infant against his shoulder. She's stiff in his arms, but she doesn't act aggressive or struggle to get free.

Lakeisha and Ginger both audibly let out their breaths, and Lakeisha remarks, "I guess she is your cat. No one else has been able to get near her, much less hold her that way."

"She's usually really gentle," Nikolai says. "I wouldn't say she's a people person, but attacking isn't her style."

"Fear makes people do things they wouldn't normally do," Ginger points out. "I reckon it's the same with cats."

"That makes sense," says Lakeisha. "And we can't explain things to animals the way we can to each other."

"Perhaps not," Ginger concedes, "But I think they understand in their own way. Look." She nods at Tangerine. "She knows she's safe now."

It's true. Nikolai can feel the tension in Tangerine's muscles easing, and he knows they're both going to be okay when she retracts her foreclaws and he no longer has the sensation of ten tiny needles piercing through his shirt and into his skin. Instead, the prickling is behind his eyes, from tears threatening to spill over as Tangerine lowers her head and rubs her face against his neck.

He turns his attention to Lakeisha. "What do I need to do to take her home?"

"Normally, you'd have to complete the adoption paperwork, pay the fee and wait forty-eight hours for everything to be processed," Lakeisha tells him. "But, show me your name and number on the inside of her collar, and I think we can make an exception."

Nikolai's hands are full, but Ginger steps in without needing to be asked. She unfastens the clip on Tangerine's collar, removes it and stretches it out to its full length for the shelter manager to see. Tangerine cranes her neck curiously, trying to see what Ginger wants with her collar, but otherwise doesn't react. She's used to Ginger handling her, and she clearly hasn't forgotten her other favourite human.

"Nikolai Pavlenko," Lakeisha reads aloud. "And if I called that phone number, your phone would ring?"

"Yes," he says. "Try it if you want."

"No, that won't be necessary," she says. "I'm satisfied she's yours. I'll still need you to fill the form for our records, but I'm sure I can fast-track the approval and waive the fee. Although," she adds, "We are a not-for-profit organization, so we'd still appreciate a donation if you're able."

Nikolai nods. "Sure. Whatever the adoption fee is, I'll donate that."

"Me too," Ginger adds. "Or we can donate some things you might need to care for the animals."

"How about both?" Nikolai suggests. "Ginger, if you want to give them something too, why don't we donate half in money and the other half in stuff for the cats?"

"Brilliant," Ginger says. "Yes, let's do it like that."

Nikolai angles his gaze down at Tangerine. "What do you think? I know you didn't have a very nice time here, but we're going home now, and wouldn't it be nice to help all the other cats have a nice time while they're waiting to go home?"

Naturally, Tangerine doesn't reply, but her raspy purr is enough of an answer for him.

"Tangerine agrees too," he says. "Does that work for you, Lakeisha?"

"It absolutely does," Lakeisha says. "Thank you. Now, let's see about getting that adoption form taken care of, shall we?"

Ginger puts Tangerine's collar on her, and then they all make their way back to the lobby. The woman at the reception desk looks displeased when Lakeisha plucks one of the sheets of paper from the basket on the desk and grabs a pen from the decorated glass jar next to it, and then offers to help Nikolai complete it.

"Because I'm pretty sure Tangerine isn't going to let you put her down so you can write," Lakeisha observes.

Nikolai tries, but Tangerine isn't having it. She might've been comfortable with Ginger touching her and taking her collar off, but there's no way she'll allow Ginger to take her from Nikolai's arms. Once again, she digs her claws in.

"Oww! Nope... you're right. That's not happening."

"I'll fill the form," Ginger says. "I probably know most of the answers anyway."

Nikolai laughs. "Yeah, you probably do."

Several minutes later, the paperwork is done and Nikolai somehow liberates one hand so he can sign it. Ginger gives it to Lakeisha with a cheerful, "There you go."

"Thanks," Lakeisha says. She signs the document on the line below Nikolai's signature, scribbles the date next to it and then places it in front of the receptionist. "This is for Tangerine, the cat that was in kennel twelve. If you could enter it into the tracking form, that'd be great."

The receptionist queries, "You mean now?"

"Yes. Now, please," says Lakeisha. "It's approved, so it needs to be entered."

"You know that's highly irregular."

Lakeisha doesn't seem bothered. "What's the point of being in charge if I can't bend the rules in special cases? Enter it please, and I'll see you in my office for a word before you go out for your lunch break."

The receptionist huffs, but she picks up the paper and swishes her mouse to wake her computer. "Fine."

"Is that it?" Nikolai asks, once the shelter manager has finished with her wayward employee. "Can we go home?"

"That's it," Lakeisha confirms. "If you're making a monetary donation, you can do it by cash or cheque, and there's no need to do it right this minute. You can come back later."

"We will," Nikolai says.

"Right," says Ginger. "We'll be back this afternoon, and we'll have something lovely for all the cats."

"In that case, I look forward to seeing you, and I'm sure the cats will appreciate whatever you bring," Lakeisha says. "Take care of that fur baby of yours."

"Don't worry," Nikolai says. "I will."

Lakeisha grins at him. "And maybe don't let your ex-wife babysit her after this."

#writing #the art of redemption #theartofredemption #nikolai pavlenko #stargazersims

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theraccoonslair · 6 months

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Working with you (NSFW)

Characters: Kusakabe Atsuya x AFAB!reader

Synopsis: As much as he hates missions, he is a very thorough individual. Every paper is neatly placed in front of you, a small semi-transparent differently coloured post-it at the corner of every folder, a way to categorise them depending on their function and who they should be delivered to in the office. You nod, trying to memorise number and use of said form, while Kusakabe lends you a pen. “Experience is the best teacher – he says, a small grin appearing on his lips – so I’ll let you do the honor”

Words: 2600⁓

Note: Reader is afab but I tried to keep anything else as gender neutral as possible, so description of body should be ambiguous. "pussy", "cunt" and "clit" used to describe genitalia. No pronouns used. Reader is a foreigner sorcerer, mentions of previous make out session, mentions of alcohol. This is a NSFW text, so please MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, THANK YOU.

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“Yep, everything seems fine to me”

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Are you drunk?”

“Thank you, Kusakabe-san” you murmur.

“Ah, I’ve already told you – he retorts, a small grimace on his features, while he takes the stick of his now finished lollipop out of his mouth – you can call me Atsuya.”

“Well, then... thank you, Atsuya.”

“Atsuya”

He, simply, can’t.

Yet he persists.

“A-atsuya...p-pleeease…”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #kusakabe atsuya #kusakabe atsuya x reader #Coony scribbles

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khlorhine · 3 months

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Jjk Oc info dump

Cuz I'm weird like that and I've had this for a while. Also I shaded that drawing of her from my last post and I feel annoying posting it again but I needed a coloured image of her that doesn’t look fucked up because I can’t consistently draw her face right.

Tamaki Kitagawa 珍亀北川

The first character in her name means rare, the second means turtle, third (or first in her family name) means north and the last one means river.

Innate technique: Mould

There are three states of mould (all of which branch off from the actual word mould)

Sculpt which is a state of cursed energy that can shape other people's cursed energy. While in sculpt mode it can only be used to shape (or mould hahaha) cursed energy, it's pretty much impossible to exorcise a cursed spirit since they're made of cursed energy.

Blueprint which creates an information graph of other people's cursed energy and techniques through contact. Like the six eyes but with contact. Obviously it doesn't work on people like Toji or awakened Maki. The user can also make their own blueprints from scratch or from adjusting previously existing blueprints. Too much information from the blueprints can give you a headache and possibly permanent brain damage. It works like computer memory, you can optimise a blueprint by deleting unnecessary stuff while keeping around about the same level of quality. She could change the way a blueprint is registered in her mind but she’ll have to either manually change her old ones to match or make a blueprint to do it all for her.

Mould which is the culmination of these two states, using blueprints as moulds (haha get it? I'm so cringe) and sculpt to shape them into the moulds. It'll only work in battle if the opponent is two grades below the user, which sucks considering the technique can't even be used to exorcise curses in its base form, and only work on the recipient if they're the same grade or below as the user if they're willing to. This can be used to change a cursed spirit into another cursed spirit if their grade is the same or higher than the curse the user wants to turn them into. Theoretically she could give herself multiple techniques but she'd end up with major brain damage so she'd need a medium to put those techniques onto (like Rika for Yuta's copy technique).

It sounds weird but imagine having the knowledge to build a shelf in your head compared to having an actual shelf in your head. You can't fit a shelf in your head without destroying your brain to make room for it.

Since she can’t use the techniques of other people, she wears a bracelet of reshaped curses, semi-first grades or above to apply cursed techniques onto so she can utilise them in battle. Of course, when a sorcerer has any kind of jewellery it’s usually safe to assume it’s cursed for the purpose of aiding the wearer so it’s better for her to shape her curses as weapons so people will just assume it’s an ordinary cursed weapon since the ones with techniques are expensive as hell and why would a high schooler even have that unless they're part of a well known clan.

She can manipulate others' cursed energy and by extension use their technique through their body but her cursed technique is contact based so she has to be touching them, skin to skin, the entire time. It takes a lot out of her when she doesn't have permission because their cursed energy will just end up clashing. It's really better for her to get their blueprint and apply it onto one of her curses.

Kinji Hakari’s rough cursed energy signature isn’t considered a technique so Tamaki will apply that signature onto her cursed energy though her blueprint technique during a fight. I'm assuming cursed energy application is kinetic and Hakari’s energy is just kinetic too just moving in a back and forth movement causing a cutting feeling while Kashimo’s is electric so going off of energy types like kinetic and electric, there's also chemical, heat, mechanical. Mechamaru developed a heat blueprint for her.

She also knows rct. Surprisingly it wasn't taken from another person; she actually learned it when her bf was dying. I don't know how rct works but Tamaki applies her rct in her stem cells and rebuilds her body bit by bit with the help of her technique. She really doesn't value her body that much because she can just heal it over and over again which is a problem when she tries to make a binding vow to exchange parts of her body for something else. Instead of sacrificing an arm she could make one that prevents her from regenerating her arm during the fight.

Her domain expansion is just her technique but instead of it being contact based, it now works if you’re within the range of her domain. It gives her guaranteed control over a third or more of all the cursed energy in the domain. She can do it but it still takes a lot out of her to manipulate a technique without permission. She can also apply your technique on someone else so if someone had blood manipulation she could use them as a medium and manipulate someone else’s blood.

All of this is just a way to say her technique is overpowered when applied correctly. If she collects a lot of blueprints and optimises the heck out of them she's a force to be reckoned with but at the start she doesn't think it's useful because in its base form it's main use is support through information gathering which is something Tamaki doesn't enjoy.

She's also a fucking Mary Sue. Really the only drawback she has is having less options for binding vows due to her mentality, very few options for ranged attacks, and high cursed energy consumption with her average sized cursed energy reserves which is negated by the fact that she can literally minimise the loss of cursed energy with her cursed technique just like Gojo with his six eyes. Does having to collect cursed spirits count as a drawback because she doesn’t have to consume them but having to collect high grade spirits for her technique is really time consuming.

Did I also mention she can hide her cursed energy signature by compressing all her energy deep in one part of her body? The only person who could even notice it is Gojo with his fucking six eyes. Really, I want her to be second or first grade but after writing all of this out I realised it’s better to class her as special grade.

Personality and backstory: Reserved and shy at the start. She knows she's different (wow guys she's different!) from most people since she's a sorcerer and she's been told by her uncle not to show off that side of her but she desperately wants to since it's the only thing she's good at.

She also knows she doesn't think like most people. She doesn't feel sad when people she doesn't know die and she feels more guilty over her lack of a reaction rather than the actual thing she should be reacting to which is a big problem in her mind because she understands what empathy is but she can't feel it. She has dead parents (and her bf also dies) and she's sad that they're dead, she cares about people close to her but she couldn't care less about anyone else and in her mind it's a bad thing because like her these people have people that care about them and care if they die but she's not apart of that group of people.

Her dead parents are the reason her uncle doesn't want her to practise jujutsu. Her mother died from a cursed spirit, her father had a heavenly restriction that weakened his body so he just died from sadness so she does it in secret and sneaks off and works for Geto.

After her boyfriend dies she finds his vengeful cursed spirit. She was really disheartened when he died and seeing it made her think that he really was back and she could fix him and rebuild him to make him human again.

She experiments with her boyfriend's spirit, transferring organs from his dead body to the spirit, essentially creating a half curse half human amalgamation which kick-starts her weird obsession with evil Noritoshi Kamo. It also makes her feel guilty-er about her lack of tact in this and any other situation, how a normal person wouldn't do surgery on a cursed spirit to try to revive their dead lover, how normal people shouldn't be obsessed with Kamo Noritoshi (idk how to even describe him cuz he's a rapist but saying that to make a point about my oc being gross and weird is just iffy) just because they wanted to experiment with half curses.

Her hair is naturally white from her mom. She grew out her eyebrows because people could see them when they are white so she needed to make it obvious she wasn't balding to the other kids. She eventually dyed it black and used makeup to hide her white hair for school but then grew it out after she left.

She gets a head injury during the night parade of a Hundred Demons. It fucked up her prefrontal cortex which further decreased her empathy skills, now she rarely ever feels guilt over not experiencing normal emotions unless someone points it out but, hey at least she's not as shy anymore. She also has a little change in her technique in the way blueprints are registered, not too drastic, just thought I'd point it out since that's where cursed techniques are stored.

She gets picked up by jujutsu high after Geto dies, thanks to Gojo but she's not a big fan of him and she attacked his students so she doesn't really want to attend the same school as them. She gets sent to Kyoto tech instead which was a decision from the higher ups to keep the new generation in line and it's something Gojo couldn't stand in the way of because this is what Tamaki wanted.

Inspiration/s

Shinsuke Kita from Haikyuu

I mean look at them and look at their names

Yuta Okkotsu

because her technique literally takes from others and she has a cursed spirit that is literally her first lover. I have to take traits for source characters and put them onto my oc because I have no creativity in me whatsoever.

The Black Tortoise

I based her whole name and general aesthetic on it. Her original name was Genbu, the Japanese name of the black tortoise because I changed it. "kita" means north and the black tortoise is associated with it. I'm gonna call it Xuanwu since it's the Chinese name for it. The second kanji in her given name means tortoise but the hanzi "wu" (or the kanji reading "bu") doesn't mean turtle, it means martial or warrior because Xuanwu isn't really Xuanwu if it's just the tortoise, it has to have a snake which is where her cursed spirit bf comes in.

Vaisravana/Bishamonten

her domain hand sign borrows from the God of warfare since she likes fighting (im not exactly sure if the image I took from him could be like his signature hand sign since idk how to actually pick one but the image is down below). It's similar to Kinji Hakari's domain hand since his hand sign comes from Benzaiten and both Bishamonten and Benzaiten are part of the seven lucky gods. They’re also both part of the twenty four devas originally being sixteen then twenty in Indian Buddhism before being twenty four in Chinese with Benzaiten being conflated with the god Saraswati who was called Biancaitien in Chinese where the name Benzaiten came from. Vaisravana is also one of the four heavenly kings which are all in the twenty four devas, representing the north. He has two names in Chinese, Pishamentian and Duoweng Tianwang, the latter meaning listening to many teachings.

Two of my ocs

her design was basically, if they had a child, what would it look like

Satoru Gojo

the appearance of one of the ocs was based on him but it changed so much that you wouldn't even think to relate him to the oc but he is the reason why Tamaki has white hair so Geto can project and imagine she's his and Gojo's kid cuz he's freaky and gay like that it's actually one of the reasons why he picked her up as a student

I got stuff written about her boyfriend too and I’ll post it either tomorrow or the day after that.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen original character #jjk oc #art #original character #oc art #oc #jjk #digital art #geto suguru #cuz she’s imitating one of his moves #and because he’s mentioned a few times in here #I feel bad for tagging him tho #hakari kinji #He also gets mentioned a few times

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archivalofsins · 7 months

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Lope: Ah, another pain. What are these two twins? Well difficult pairs are hard to come by now a days. Maybe they could work well together? Hopefully it's not a case of like repelling like.

Lope's Commencement

Daniel Prisoner 001

002 - Mirelle Apte

Place of Birth: London, England

Date of Birth: 09/15/2007

Age: 16

Ethnicity: Indian

She has a proper demeanor befitting of her prisoner colour. Directly underneath that is an aggressively forward woman. Lacking patience, she started investigating our facility as soon as she could. A trait that would be more desirable if she were a guard. Any wannabe guards should follow her example. Information doesn’t just come to a person, sometimes you need to search for it.

The guards those cottontails pick are rather unthinkinking to take a turn of phrase from one of my superiors. They couldn’t follow a lead even if they slapped a GPS in some of their hands. Atrocious. Ah sorry I got distracted...

Since she is not a guard her behavior is very frustrating. Incidentally, she also appears to be scheming with Milko- a pain in the making. Make sure they don't cause too much trouble.

Prisoner Color: #280137

Permanent record Apte has a history of good attendance and is a B grade student. However, with enough application of effort, we expect her to progress up to an A grade average. Apte is attentive in class. However, she doesn't participate much and is prone to verbal altercations when interacting with peers.

Dear Mirelle Apte,

Congratulations!

Your application for our foreign exchange program has been accepted. This is a pivotal step in pursuing higher education for you. This will not only expand your educational prowess but your social aptitude as well. Our staff will be there to aid you during every step of this monumental process.

Make sure to pull up your information online and check that you are committed to this by changing your status to such. We can't wait to have you here in Wisconsin for the remainder of your sophomore and junior year.

Sincerely,

XXXXXXX

To all parents and students,

It has come to our faculty's attention that some students have been putting up fliers around the school with vulgar language and a student's personal contact information on it. The students responsible can consider this their first and final warning to stop. Harassment of any kind is not allowed on this premises.

These fliers and the messages on them do not reflect any of our students' character or the mannerisms our school wishes to foster. If this does not cease immediately, we may need to reexamine the privileges given to our students in order to properly reflect the sort of people they feel inclined to be at this moment.

There are many events that have yet to transpire this school semester. With those in mind really reflect on the individuals you wish to be and the sort of school year you wish to have.

Vice Principal XXXXX

Dear students and parents,

As a result of the continued vandalism. Sophomore class b will be excluded from further school functions until the vandalizer is found or comes forward. That is all. The behavior exhibited by sophomore class b along with the harassment of any student will not be tolerated.

Vice principal XXXXX

Lope: Ah, for those interested. I'm a jackrabbit not a cottontail. Please don't mistake me for one of the higher ups. They wouldn't like it and I'd definitely hate it. Sorry to burst the cute little image of me you undoubtedly had in your head.

#milgram oc #gunsli's and star's oc milgram #Mirelle oc prisoner 002

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oddvanilla · 28 days

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kinda pray for monkeypox not becoming a big deal

like our world going NUTS we dont need it too THO very often i think about how everythinh that happens is part of future's history and it makes me kinda less paranoid because people been thorught worse and it wont be a big deal for anyone

ALSO GOT REALLY OFFENDED BY THE APPLICATION THAT CPVID MADE PEOPLE STRUGGLE WITH ASKING FOR KETCHUP for me it qasnt covid i swear i jusy became insane and now try to get more like a human

YESSS YOU GET ITTT!!! LIKE I JUST HOPE ITS NOT TRUE. THE WORLD HEALTH ORGANISATION IS ALREADY FINDING CURES TO IT OR SOMETHING LIKE OMG PLS GO BACK TO FINDING A CURE FOR CANCER LIKE MONKEY POX WONT GET THAAAT BAD....right

(upcoming yap session put Ur seat belts on)

I often think about how back then it was way worse. Like ah yes, I'm a Victorian child born into a lower class family and I'm forced to labour all my life living in the streets of London or something. Of course, you don't have food or water or any source of hygiene to begin with. The worst part is..water quality was so bad back then that if you don't have drinking water; people just drink beer instead.

Imagine your 6 year old daughter working her life off mining in a cave with starvation since yesterday and you have to just give her MORE beer to fill her stomach 😭 like oh GOD that's miserable..

and after all that, im surprised the diseases we get now are more "dangerous" than back then. Mind you, people in the 1800s or 1700s had like NO technology to even think of finding a cure. Like damn you didn't even invent a microscope YET. <- I'll educate you a bit about history..the first microscope as a CONCEPT was made by a Dutch man named Zacharias Janssen all the way back in 1590!!! But the first MODERN microscope that we know nowadays with all the different lenses and even coloured was in 1774. That's like almost 2 centuries later...and incase you haven't focused in your 7th grade science class, the first atomic theory was in 1804. If you understand where I'm going with this, we humans are slow as HELLL.

I'm mentioning all of this saying dude...you're telling me people back then had some deadly diseases, couldn't cure it, DIED on streets, and didnt even GET quarantine.

LIKE NO OLIVIA YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE A WIFE IN THE 1800s. NOT ONLY WILL YOU GET YOUR RIGHTS TAKEN AWAY BUT YOURE ALSO GONNA GET BORN, MARRIED AT 7 YEARS OLD TO THE PRINCE OF FRANCE, GET A DEADLY VIRUS AND DIE BY 12. MUST BE SOO NICE TO BE A WIFE IN THE 1800s CAUSE YOURE BORN IN THE WRONG GENERATION...right?? ❤️

Talking about generation...which I bet everyone is sick of me talking about..but like dude would our generation survive if we just got a time machine to the 17th century. Although I dont believe in the evolution theory because we are NOT monkeys but I believe over time humans learn new skills, which changes their life styles therefore their bodies change too because every creature adapts. Cool!!

You ever see those articles about how nowadays we stay on our phone all day and that'll make our bodies lazy and not used to work blah blah blah,, at first I was gonna say if we go back to the time the Spanish flu for example started we would PROBABLY survive because we have better education, better immune systems due to actual healthcare and we could definitely survive with just common sense. Like wtf?? I'm NOT going to visit by rat filled basement bare foot..

HOWEVER compare the average human who sits on bed all day scrolling and laughing at a glowy rectangular shaped decide called a phone...we would not last a day without internet...at least I know I wouldn't 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

So like...think about it. Why is corona so dangerous?? It's only borderline to older diseases. Or maybe it's the other way around. Corona itself is DEADLY, but it's just the situation and life style we have today that makes me wonder why it's harmless. Like cough cough I got covid oh no!!! I can just stay in my home all day.. like you get what I mean?? I'm sure you would just get back to work if you were unfortunately lower class victorian child and had covid..and dying probably gives you more peace than working a lifetime for 10 cents..

So that's it!!! Silly lil rant about Victorian children, diseases, Humans Adapting, science and history, and of course generations. MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE TOPICS TO TALK ABOUT!!!

#the sigmas will rise 🥶🥶#reine yaps #LIKE ACTUALLY this time

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You've got me wondering about Telford on this beautiful morning. Can I request an infodump on this sumbitch? Bonus points for info that came from your headcanon.

Oh, Jamie, you don't know what you've done... Put beneath a cut because Telford's life story got kinda long 😂 Also will use this as an opportunity to answer the "OC" facts tag from @the-golden-comet (x) Let's take a look at my favourite little fucker: Colonel David Telford!

He was adopted by a high-middle class white couple who wanted the pats on the back they'd get for giving a child of colour a "second chance", but then were severely disappointed when that brown baby grew up to be a brown man... So he grew up *surrounded* by white people, suffering everything from micro-aggressions to full on racism. Below is an excerpt from i am a prisoner just like you, bits of my Vamp AU series I wanted to tell from Telford's POV. This particular bit is a flashback to when he was 18.

Young let out a surprised laugh, slapping Telford good-naturedly on the back. “Fair’s fair.” He had a nice smile, Telford thought, wide and honest. He looked away quickly; there couldn't be any of that shit here. He'd decided that long ago - indulge during high school while continuing to maintain a good upstanding image because that was just what kids did, but he wasn't a kid anymore. The consequences for getting caught here - or even someone getting a whiff of the wrong idea about him - were far more serious than the potential of getting bagged driving out into the desert with another boy. Telford had planned out every excuse and story that could possibly be required. We were just going out here to smoke, sir. No, not marijuana, I can't afford to put that stuff into my body. I'm starting line. I've got a future.

We were planning to bring our girls but they bailed on us. If we had to go home early our parents would know we got ditched. So we came out here to shoot the shit. No, sir, no alcohol. You can check the vehicle. Yes, sir, it's registered to me. It was present for making starting line. I've got a future. We're doing a science project on the state of the plants out here, how they've adapted to the radiation in the soil. No, sir, absolutely no digging. Here, look, this is our collection kit. We have gloves and baggies and permission from our science teacher. His name's Mr. Monroe. No, sir, I'm not really interested in science, but if I want to get into a good college I need the grades. I'm starting line. I've got a future. I've got a future. In your world. Calling you sir. I've got a future. Performing for your amusement. I've got a future. I'm not like those other brown kids, sir. I'm one of the good ones. I'm starting line. I've got a future.

This is the shit I want to see fandom tackle more though I for sure realise how delicately it has to be handled. He's had a really rough time of it and the military doesn't exactly foster a welcoming non-racist environment so I think we should talk about those experiences more. (Fuck that "I know what makes me special" line.)

I couldn't leave Telford completely alone during his childhood so I gave him an Uncle who's a good guy and cares about Telford and wants what's best for him. He was military himself and a recipient of a Purple Heart. He helped Telford's application to join the Air Force Academy straight out of high school. For them to take someone who hasn't already got a college degree you need to tick all the boxes, and Telford is nothing if not stubborn and committed.

He'll do anything to achieve the goals he's set for himself, things others will find downright distasteful and judge him negatively for, but he's a very ends-justify-the-means type of character. If he completes his objective then it doesn't matter what he had to do or who he had to hurt or what he had to give up; it was worth it. He gets constantly frustrated by the people around him being unwilling or unable to go to the same lengths and one of the main reasons he's remained Young's friend for over two decades through all of the bullshit Young pulls is that when the chips are down, Young is also capable of doing terrible things in order to succeed.

They meet in the Air Force Academy (this specific bit isn't mine - one of Telford or Young's actors mentioned it in passing in an interview) and were assigned as 'battle buddies' during Basic which is a real life thing where you don't let the other person out of your sight - drills, meals, bathroom breaks, everything - as a training exercise to teach new recruits to always be aware of where their allies are, in preparation for firefights where everything's moving at 100mph.

Young figures Telford doesn't get along with his parents so invites him home with him for the holidays and Young's family - who are very normal and well-adjusted (no sarcasm) - pretty much adopts him, giving him the first safe place away from the military he's known since his Uncle. I wrote a short story about the first time Telford goes there called Discretion, which turned out a lot gayer than I originally intended but Telford is super gay so I guess it worked out. 🤷‍♂️ (Side note: I like writing characters with different sexualities as a writing exercise - getting them to the point where no matter how different they are they're all still in character. I've written Telford as gay - accepting of himself and in denial - straight, bi, asexual, and aromantic.)

Two snippets from my Vamp AU, both from Young's POV on the topic of Telford's parents.

down here they call us animals - Chapter 10: 1x15 Lost

The man's gaze went flat and cold so quickly it was like having the ground ripped from beneath Young's feet. He'd seen that look on his friend's face before, at his Uncle's funeral when he'd been forced by social decorum to approach his parents. Young had stuck resolutely to the man's side, unsure of what was going on but knowing he didn't like the ugly twist on Telford's parent's faces. Maybe they'd known their son liked men, it suddenly occurred to him. It took the wind out of his sails, the fact that he was threatening to out his best friend crashing down on him. Someone had done that to Camile, he remembered. There was no excuse for it.

your eyes, black like an animal - Chapter 6: 2x06 Trial And Error

Young nodded, thinking of the disgusted edge in David's parent's eyes when he'd met them at his friend's Uncle's funeral, how the father had tried to direct Young away from David's side with his eyes. They'd wanted to be alone with their son, but even Young could tell there was something not quite right with these people, so he had played dumb and bet that they wouldn't go so far as to verbalise their wish. He'd been right and he and David hadn't gone to the wake, preferring to stake out a bar with his Uncle's war buddies. A proper and right celebration he would have been proud of, one of the old men had said, raising his glass, clearly suggesting whatever the parents were getting up to right about now was the opposite. If David had wanted to talk about it he would have raised the subject and Young knew better than to press. Some things were best left buried.

I don't know whether they know he's gay or just don't like him for the previously discussed racial reasons, but a line I've got in my notes is his father saying the military was the best place he could have ended up, and he does not mean it positively.

Due in no small part to his childhood Telford has a hard time bonding with people. Young got in there at just the right time (Telford was 18 and Young was 22) plus they were basically forced to spend time together at the start. Young helped him with the team building exercises and Telford helped Young with the maths they both needed to learn in order to be pilots. (Something I think both the show and fandom overlook is that to be a pilot in the Air Force you need a lot of mathematical knowledge.) Telford's minor at the Academy was languages; it's his belief that every soldier should speak the language of wherever they're stationed, purely for the practical purpose of people will say just about anything around you if they think you can't understand them. He can speak, read, and understand English, Spanish, German, Russian, Arabic, Goa'uld, and Ancient.

He's gay and aromantic and spent a lot of his time at the SGC getting in the good graces of the geeks who work there as he knows they're the future of the programme. He's popular with them because a lot of the military don't respect the geeks no matter what and Telford treats them with respect unless they do something stupid. As there are scientists rotating in and out from Area 51 all the time the labs are also a good place to find people to have sex with, who he's very clear with about not wanting a relationship. I don't think he'd risk pursuing men sadly, though he would be publicly sleeping with women anyway so no one gets any funny ideas about him. And he enjoys the sexual release well enough so it's not a 100% depressing scenario.

When he imagines being in a relationship he feels ill. The expectation of marriage, two kids and a dog with a white picket fence? Nah, no American Dream™ for him, thank you very much. He likes having his own private space to come home to, and Young is the only person he'll allow within his bubble. Sometimes Young's friends are permitted by proxy, but for the most part he's an extremely private person.

He certainly hasn't escaped the toxic masculinity trap either. Whenever I have him having sex with Rush there's always an aspect of Telford believing he now in some form owns the man. That ties into him viewing both himself and everyone else as primarily commodities, a position both he and Rush are used to and therefore are very comfortable occupying. His body is a tool and he recognises the same viewpoint in Rush, which is why he's drawn to him so strongly. He certainly still respects him - there's a point in the series where something bad happens and people are trying to tell him no one could have predicted it and he's instantly like: "You saying Rush didn't see it coming?" I don't think viewing someone as a person and viewing them as a commodity are mutually exclusive.

#you said infodump and my brain took it very seriously 😂#ask #fortunatetragedy #writeblr #writeblr tag game #tag game #writeblr community #writing community #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #my quote #the-golden-comet #sgu #david telford

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a get to know you better meme

tagged by @half-infinite MEGA thanks for thinking of me friend!!! do you make your bed? sometimes; usually i just fluff up the blanket a bit and leave it half-flipped over

what's your favourite number? hmmm...really liking the number 11 now for personal two favorite scorpios reasons. if we're talking single digits i think 5 looks very friendly and reliable

what is your job? a less cool version of nanase's job i imagine - _ - and with far more pvp email combat

If you could go back to school would you? lmaos..if i was being graded for it/had some external motivation riding on it probably not but. there ARE definite areas/fields i would love to take classes in

can you parallel park? yah but not in like. somewhere crazy like NYC hahaha

a job you had that would surprise people? i can't really think of anything applicable here going to skip over that

do you think aliens are real? yes sure

can you drive a manual car? no

what's your guilty pleasure? i am reading So many korean webtoons of villainess fix it/transmigration to save a villain love interest for the Peak Romance in vaguely fantasy europe with weird made up character names and i am Feeling Zero Guilt about it (what is life without a few doki dokis to sustain u along the way???)

tattoos? not highly likely, but i have thought about maybe getting 1 of a favorite quote or something. probably not lmao

favourite colour? something something ocean blue or electric blue (like the kind they use to show as a special effects for really cool magic happening)

favourite type of music? i think this would be better as an ask meme for how they would describe My favorite type of music haha. if anything...something with a sense of underlying epic drama to it?? p much all the songs from purity ring or kpop with insane orchestration backing kind of thing...stuff with rain effects in the background Also always Get me

do you like puzzles? yes

any phobias? you will have to read my character sheet to access that information

favourite childhood sport? hm. that was not really my wheelhouse

do you talk to yourself? yes

what movie(s) do you adore? moulin rouge is at the Top now but mostly due to exorcists au associations; the usual ghibli ones; anything with a delicate build-up of romance; i do like a bunch of musicals, but the exact film titles elude me at this moment

coffee or tea? predominantly tea over coffee

first thing you wanted to be growing up? i do have vague memories of putting down artist for this one. maybe stage acting at some point.

tagging @coquelicoq @loquatenjoyer69 @worldunbent @blackidyll @tavina-writes and @endless-season to complete these if u feel like it!!

#long post #memeity meme

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How I improved my hair thickness & length

Using products for my hair type and learning how to properly apply them

I spent probably a total of about 2 years experimenting with haircare products and application techniques before I found a routine that really worked for me. I figured out my hair type, researched products and ingredients, and went through a long trial-and-error phase, making notes of what worked and what really didn’t. Now, I wash my hair religiously three times a week—any more frequently and my hair over-produces oil to compensate, any less and it ends up lank and lifeless—and I use a mixture of professional-grade products, homemade remedies, and drugstore treatments from abroad. I learnt that my hair craves moisture, doesn’t mind silicones, and although it’s sensitive to proteins, it still needs a protein treatment every now and again for structure, or else it becomes so soft and floppy that I can’t style it at all. I have to foam up my shampoo before I use it and I have to shampoo three times to properly wash it, I brush through my conditioner until it’s thick and foamy and I use the ‘squish to condish’ method for better hydration and absorption, and I make sure to use products created with my hair type in mind for best results.

Only washing in cold, soft water

I adore my hot baths so this was initially a difficult adjustment, but it’s one that made a huge difference to my hair’s shine, softness, and overall health. I wash my hair three times a week in cold (not lukewarm, not freezing) water, and then, if I’m feeling particularly brave or want super-shiny hair, I do a final rinse with ice water. You have to be careful with this last step because you don’t want your scalp itself to be too cold—a cold head can lead to all kinds of health complications—so I try to keep my towels warming whilst I shower, and it’s really not as torturous as it sounds. My university town has pretty hard water and my hometown has the hardest, chalkiest water known to man, and the only thing that really works for me is the ShowerStick. I’ve tried other water softening attachments but they’re just not as effective; the ShowerStick isn’t the most aesthetically pleasing little gadget in the world but it really does work and it’ll be my mainstay for uni and until I can convince my father to install a proper water-softening system in the house. If my hair is really struggling with the water or it’s adjusting after a period back home, then I also sometimes use the Dream Filter from Colour Wow—it’s not enough on its own to combat hard water but it’s a good boost for difficult days.

Avoiding tension on my hair

To avoid follicular damage and breakage—and so to stimulate and maintain growth—it’s important to avoid any kind of tension on the hair, especially at the crown and ends. I enjoy wearing ponytails and other styles that cause tension on my strands but I only wear them now when I’m going out, and I make sure to minimise the amount of time I have them in by doing my hair as late as possible and taking it back out as soon as I get home. Most of the time, I alternate between gentle claw clip styles, banana clips, and a firm (but not too tight) single plait down my back secured with a silk scrunchie. None of these styles are completely non-damaging, if I wore them all the time then I’d likely still see breakage, but by alternating between them (and also varying my parting) then I can change where the tension on my scalp lies and mitigate damage as much as possible.

Strengthening masks and treatments

My hair is very fine and prone to breakage, so I use strengthening masks and treatments to bolster it and increase elasticity where I can. Although my hair is almost virgin—I use depositing masks and zero-lift glazes for colour—I use products intended for colour-treated hair and find that they help tremendously with my hair’s overall strength and texture. I alternate between Olaplex and K18 on an almost-weekly basis, and I use the K-Pak cuticle sealer from Joico immediately after colour treatments. I include a hair mask with almost every wash—my favourites are the Alchemy mask from Oribe, the wheat germ mask from Salerm, and the Fino mask from Shiseido—and I like to add liquid hair treatments, like L’Oréal’s lamellar Wonder Water, Lador’s Fill-Up ampoules, and Salerm’s revitalising ampoules, to boost shine and strengthen my hair’s cuticle and cortex.

Oiling my scalp and hair ends

When I began oiling my scalp, it was a huge turning point for my hair’s growth rate. I’d always had hair that grew quickly but oiling truly made it grow like a weed. I’ve already made a post for my scalp oil recipe, it’s a complex recipe and it’s tailored specifically to my scalp and hair but the ingredients are all linked to hair growth and scalp health and it’s the result of a lot of research and experimentation. I’m not wholly convinced that scalp oiling works for everyone, I think it only really works if you have the natural hair density to support it, and I’ve heard mixed anecdotal reports but it’s worked wonders for my hair and scalp. I oil my scalp twice a week: I brush my hair beforehand and never whilst the oil is in, I warm up the oil to a gentle temperature, I use a little dropper and take my time parting my hair so that my scalp is lightly covered and not soaked in oil, and I wrap my hair up in clingfilm and cover with a steam cap for 2 hours (no longer) before I use a gentle scrub and cold water to wash everything out. This is the method that works best for me and it ensures that the oil can work at its best and be rinsed out without any residue.

I oil my ends using Shu Uemura’s essence absolue every single night. My hair ends are quite dry by nature and I’ve found that nightly oiling makes a huge difference to my hair’s softness and the rate at which I get split ends. I’ve experimented with lots of different oils, both commercial and homemade formulations, and Shu Uemura’s oil is the best I’ve found for my hair; it’s light, hydrating, and makes my hair soft but never weighs it down or makes it greasy. After I’ve brushed my hair at night, I use between a half and full pump and spread it across my fingers on both hands before I start plaiting my hair, and then use the excess on my ends after I tie the plait off. If I’m oiling my ends after a wash, then I oil twice: once when my hair is 50% dry, and again when it’s about 95% dry.

Regular scalp massage

Scalp massage is so important for hair growth and scalp health; it stimulates blood flow and circulation to the scalp, and can help to encourage clear and healthy follicles. I massage my scalp twice a day for at least five minutes, using my hands, and I use a silicone scalp massager when shampooing. I follow the ‘scalp over skull’ method for my twice-daily manual massages, and although I make sure to massage my whole scalp, I found that my hair’s growth rate increased quite significantly when I began to focus my massage on specific acupoints for circulation and hair health.

Homemade rinses

I love my homemade rinses and I never wash my hair without including a rinse. I have my rinses on a schedule in accordance with my washdays—onion juice on Mondays, ACV on Wednesdays, and watercress & rosemary on Fridays—and I try to use the freshest, cleanest locally-grown produce I possibly can. I use homegrown onions and rosemary, and watercress that I collect from the banks of the river near me, and I’m quite seriously considering making my own apple cider vinegar although I haven’t started that endeavour quite yet. With the rinses, I pour slowly and I’m careful that my whole head is covered, I make sure that my hair is treated from roots to ends, and I rinse out thoroughly with cold water once it’s worked its magic.

Never leaving my hair to air dry

I used to think that air-drying was the healthiest thing I could do for my hair, but it turned out that leaving my hair to air-dry—especially if I went to bed with wet hair, or went outside—was causing terrible dandruff and scalp sensitivity, and blocking my hair growth. I have low-porosity hair, which means that my hair’s outer cuticle is very smooth and tightly sealed, and so it takes a long time to absorb water and then an even longer time to dry again. Leaving stagnant water trapped inside my hair strand was weakening my hair and causing breakage, and when my scalp was damp, it was breeding bacteria and fungal issues (kind of like athlete’s foot for your scalp, which sounds so disgusting!) and blocking my follicles. Now, I squeeze out as much excess water from my hair as possible with microfibre towels, and then blow-dry with my Dyson hairdryer with the ‘gentle air’ attachment and the settings turned to the lowest temperature and gentlest flow. I make sure to baby my hair while it’s wet and in its most vulnerable state—I only comb out tangles with my fingers, a wet brush, or a wide-toothed comb—but I don’t use heat protectant when blow-drying my hair because I find that it’s just not needed when I’m drying it so gently and from a safe distance (6 inches). In fact, I found that heat protectant caused unnecessary build-up when I’m not using high heat and intense tools, and my hair is much healthier and happier now with less damage and and cleaner scalp.

Microfibre and silk for protection

I use only the gentlest fabrics on my hair to ensure that the cuticle lays flat and there’s no risk of damage—I use microfibre towels, and silk satin for practically everything else. Silk satin is the hair’s favourite fabric; it’s smoothing and almost nourishing, and I have silk scrunchies, pillowcases, and bonnets for when I’m sleeping at night. Non-silk satin works in the same way, in that it’s a smooth fabric that protects the hair’s cuticle, but because it’s usually made from synthetic fibres it isn’t breathable, and so your scalp can’t receive proper airflow and is at risk of fungal infection and clogged follicles. Buy the best silk satin that you can afford—mulberry silk is better than other kinds for the purpose of haircare, since it has fine, long fibres and a natural elasticity that lends it to a smooth satin weave, and the closer you can get to 30 momme, the better (any heavier and the silk will have a crisper texture that won’t soften the hair, and any lighter and it won’t offer enough support)—but there’s no need to waste money on ready-made products when you can buy higher quality fabrics and sew the products yourself. Pillowcases, scrunchies, and bonnets are all easy sewing projects and you’ll be able to put your money towards a higher fabric quality instead of paying another brand’s markups and production costs.

Prioritising scalp health

It sounds a bit of a cliché but I really do try to treat my scalp as an extension of my face. The scalp is skin just like the face and body, and I focus on ensuring that my scalp is hydrated, clear of dead skin and infection, and receiving a healthy blood flow. I avoid targeting aerosols at my scalp and use hypochlorous acid over dry shampoo, I exfoliate with gentle scrubs and use a glycolic acid toner once a week, I make sure to brush out products at the end of the day and treat my scalp with rose hydrosol to hydrate and restore pH (scalp pH should be mildly acidic, between 4.5 and 5.5 pH, and I test my hydrosols for this!), and I use oils and massage to stimulate blood flow. Although I don’t use the exact same routine for my scalp as I would for my face or body—no heavy body butters or moisturisers, for example—I try to apply the same philosophy I have for my skin to my scalp, and this way I don’t neglect it or treat it too harshly. The scalp is to hair what soil is to crops, and if you can maintain a nourished and healthy scalp then your hair will grow fast and strong.

Heatless or infrared styling

I love having styled hair and I could never have brush-and-go hair. My bouncy curls and blowouts are a signature of mine and a huge part of my look and identity, and I achieve them almost wholly through heatless styling. I’ve experimented a lot and I’ll probably continue to experiment (Victoria Casalino on TikTok is an inspiration to me and a driving force behind many an impulsive buy) but most of the time nowadays I use silk heatless curlers in various sizes to create and maintain my curls. If a style I have in mind calls for heat styling then I try to keep it to infrared styling; infrared hair tools penetrate deeper and heat the hair more evenly from the inside out, so less heat is used and there’s less risk of burning and damaging the outer cuticle. I really like the infrared thermal brush from Bondi Boost—it creates a blowout style without the same level of tension and heat damage as a traditional blowout, and my hair feels smooth and supple after using it. Of course, sometimes I do use traditional hot tools and I always make sure to drench my hair in a high-quality heat protectant whenever using hot tools, infrared or otherwise, but I try to minimise heat styling as much as I possibly can; I’d estimate that I use heatless styling techniques almost every day, infrared styling 2–3 times each month, and traditional hot tools less than once a month, and only ever for special occasions.

A healthy diet with supplements

Diet is absolutely key for hair growth; malnutrition causes excess hair shedding and in extreme cases permanent hair loss, and I myself experienced increased shedding and overall thinner hair density when I was losing weight. Currently, I try to eat a balanced diet of fresh, local, seasonal produce with an emphasis on fruit and vegetables, fats, and proteins, and my hair definitely thanks me for it. Alongside a balanced diet, I also take supplements specifically for hair health: collagen alone hugely helped with growing my baby hairs, zinc strengthens my hair significantly, and I drink a blend of bamboo, nettle, and horsetail tea every day for an extra dose of silicone.

Laser and high frequency treatments

Taking to high-tech devices isn’t something I’d suggest for a first step when it comes to haircare, but laser and HF helped so so much when I felt as though my hair’s health had plateaued. Laser is much more effective than LED therapy for hair growth, and after researching my options I bought the Hairmax Ultima 12 when it was on sale. It’s like a comb and can be used on the whole scalp or just to spot-treat, and I use it three times weekly for the 8 minutes recommend. I also bought a high-frequency comb that uses both argon and neon gases, and I use this on the days when I’m not using the Hairmax—it can dry my scalp out a bit, so I make sure to apply hydrosol afterwards, but I’ve found that it helps a lot with keeping my scalp clean and clear. There isn’t a huge amount of formal research on either laser therapy or high frequency therapy for hair growth, although there’s a little bit more on the former than on the latter, but I looked at the technology and anecdotal reports and decided to try a combination of the two. It definitely worked for me and was a huge leap forward for my hair’s density and growth rate, but I’d be hesitant to say that it would work in exactly the same way for everyone; one technology might work better than the other for you, or you might find that it simply doesn’t work at all, or has unwanted effects.

Genetics and lifestyle

Of course, at the end of the day, I also have to take my genetics and my lifestyle into account when it comes to the condition of my hair. I’m lucky with my hair’s genetics—both my parents have thick, dense hair that’s showing no signs of thinning with age, and I’ve always had dense, fast-growing hair since childhood. However, unlike my parents, my hair strands are fine (that is to say, although the number of hairs on my head is very high, the hair strands themselves are thin and fine, not thick and coarse) and delicate, prone to breakage, and I lost quite a lot of hair after a period of extreme stress in my life. My goal was to restore my hair’s health and density after going through a lot of excess shedding and hair loss, and to increase my hair’s growth rate, which was already quick but I wanted it to be quicker. It was a long and difficult journey but I’m not going to pretend that I had terrible hair genetics to begin with; my hair journey was much more a question of restoring and improving my hair rather than totally changing and transforming it.

I also have a very healthy lifestyle now wherein I prioritise lots of sleep, low-impact exercise, and nutrition. My stress levels are very low and my body is hydrated, nourished and in good shape, so my hair is able to grow in the best possible environment. If you have a stressful lifestyle with poor nutrition and little sleep, then no amount of scalp oiling and massage is going to make a truly significant difference to your hair; health for any part of your body starts from the inside, and the things I’ve outlined above were comparatively small improvements and garnishes on top of a huge lifestyle overhaul, and only worked as well as they did for me because I was committed to a holistically healthy lifestyle.

#beauty #haircare #routine #how-to

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what are two of your favorite movies from the Saw Franchise?

what are three of your favorite traps ?

thank you!!

Fav Saw Movies!

my fav Saw movie will always be Saw (2004)! there’s just a charm to it, the grungy-ness, the fleshed out characters, the colour grading is unmatched, the premise of it is simple yet so interesting. I love a contained story! AND I LOVE ADAM !!! and most importantly you can tell through and through that it is a passion project for Leigh Whannell and James Wan. listening to the commentary and behind the scenes gives me so much joy. I love that Cary Elwes signed onto the project because he had so much faith in them and their work and I love just how much fun they had making it despite being on such a tight schedule and budget and it ended up making such an impact in the horror industry! I could go on but I’m gonna stop there lol

my second favourite would have to be either Saw III or Saw VI. for Saw III, I love that it’s kind of like a character study/character building I guess? I love having more of an insight to Amanda, I think she’s such an interesting and complex character, the whole father-daughter dynamic between her and John as well, I find very compelling. the themes about forgiveness, revenge, family, grief as well wheeeew. It’s Leigh’s last Saw film as a writer and even though they keep the franchise going after III, I think he ties everything up very well as his last entry in the franchise.

Saw VI ouuuuuu I really like how it’s a commentary on the American health system, I think it’s done pretty well. the traps allegorically worked better than I think a lot of the other traps in the franchise do. William Easton was also an interesting focus as the main test subject, and I liked watching him going through the various traps and having the whole inner battle about morality and mortality. I also love the scene when Hoffman gets put in the Reverse Bear Trap!!

Fav Saw Traps!

I think it’s harder for me to pick my favourite traps though. like I love the Reverse Bear Trap because it’s so iconic, the concept is not too complex yet it’s so horrifying and ingenious, but I don’t like the aspect of having to kill a defenceless person in order to “win”(many such cases tho). and it irks me in the tape when John says “it’s in the stomach of your DEAD cell mate…. know that I’m not lying” BUT HE IS LYING ‼️

visually I really liked the Angel Trap, it’s just so gnarly yet beautiful. something about the Venus Fly Trap visually I liked a lot too.

The Ice Block Trap in Saw IV, I feel, needed more screen time/care. I feel like the concept of it could’ve made for a very captivating watch - I think someone mentioned it paralleled Saw (2004) in the way that there was the real Jigsaw in the room (Hoffman) which the other victims were unaware of, there was the victim who was acting like a perpetrator (Art Blank) but was actually doing so as part of his own test. and the pathetic whimpering blonde guy (hehe). could’ve also used more of Donnie Wahlberg’s acting skills, I think he’s great!

*edit: omg I forgot about shotgun carousel, thought I wrote about it when talking about Saw VI but I guess not oops. the allegory of the dogpit having to deny 2/3 of all applicants thus sentencing them to death, and William Easton having to do the same with the dogpit. he’s forced to use his algorithm on his own team, the symbolism about the blood on his hands, wheeew.

anyway thank you for asking!! excuse the rambling but it was nice to get this out

#saw #saw 2004 #saw franchise #leigh whannell #james wan #saw iii #saw vi #asks

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URSULA ALLEN’S BACHELOR CHALLENGE

I’m doing the bachelor challenge thing! I thought a BC with all elders would be kinda fun and cute so that’s what I’m doing. I've kinda written myself into a corner of doing a BC with someone who would absolutely hate being on The Bachelor or anything like it, so I'm doing away with the TV premise. While Sage is kind of a presenter here, his segments aren't necessarily diegetic. As such, don't think of your contestants as people applying to be on a show.

RULES

Applicants must be elders

All genders welcome

Occults welcome (but I’m not counting a 100+ year old YA vampire as an elder, as much as I like that one What We Do In The Shadows bit)

Tragic backstories welcome, silly goofy backstories also welcome, no backstories also also welcome.

CC welcome but maxis match preferred, and no script mods (eg mod traits). I have all packs except Batuu.

At least 1 negative trait preferred.

1 applicant per person (subject to change depending on turnout)

Tag ‘#ursulaallenbc’ and @anarchosimdicalist in your contestant posts - if I don't reblog it within a day or so feel free to send an ask or DM.

Deadline: 10th August (also subject to change depending on turnout)

More about Ursula and Sage under the cut!

URSULA ALLEN

AGE: 72 PRONOUNS: She/her SEXUALITY: Bisexual CAREER: Author TRAITS: Gloomy, Perfectionist, Bookworm ASPIRATION: Bestselling Author

Though she has been writing since she was a child and published semi-regularly since the 80s, it was her middle-grade fantasy Tower series that got her properly famous in the late 90s.

Since then, she’s had a child, been divorced, publicly came out as bisexual, published upwards of 60 books for children and a good few for adults, built a legacy as the favourite author to a generation of kids, and amassed a modest fortune.

While she's happy to have the kind of security that her money provides, she doesn't like having a lot of stuff. Her house is pretty minimalist, her clothes are high-quality but she doesn't have many, and she only really splashes out on fancy food. A good chunk of her money goes to charity.

She has what she refers to as "artistic melancholy" and what her son quite easily identifies as "depression".

She comes off as kind of gruff and grumpy, but if you're willing to see past it she can be quite warm. She loves to complain and she doesn't suffer fools gladly but she's also very wise and prone to philosophising.

She's very passionate about what she does. She has no intention of retiring any time soon, though she could afford it. She wouldn't really know what to do with herself if she ever stopped writing.

Always been good with kids, though she only ever had one.

SAGE HAMMOND

AGE: 24 PRONOUNS: He/him SEXUALITY: Gay CAREER: ???? TRAITS: Childish, Lazy, Cheerful ASPIRATION: Joke Star

Very close with Ursula. She made up stories for him as a kid, supported him through his transition as a teenager, and now as an adult they're kind of a single unit. A little codependent but generally healthy.

Has an English degree, somewhat inspired by Ursula though he's not really interested in becoming a writer.

Has lived with Ursula since graduating. Feels like he should move out but he doesn't really know what to do with his life and can't find a job.

Flamboyant silly guy. Colourful aesthetic constantly threatens to intrude on Ursula's big minimalist house.

#ursulaallenbc #ursula allen’s bachelor challenge #sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 bachelor challenge #sims 4 bachelorette challenge #i know ‘got famous off middle grade fantasy in the 90s’ is um. loaded.#but she’s actually meant to be more of a mix between jacqueline wilson and ursula leguin. in my mind.#though she’s her own woman ofc

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