#i definitely feel like i would smell cucumber as well

[grimmweepers]

WAHHHH RYURYU CAN I JOIN UR ASK GAMEEE PLZ🧴 !!! this looks so cutie omgomgomg ( if u have too many to do don't worry about mine !!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) )

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝐌𝐋𝐊𝐁𝐖𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒 smells juicy and revitalising - like fresh linen, soft peony, white tea and morning dew. you capture the essence of nature’s quiet beauty and crisp green leaves. gentle and soothing like early sunlight warming your skin, lace cushions, and a bowl of freshly cut fruit. 𝐌𝐋𝐊𝐁𝐖𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒 in a bottle would stand tall and slender, like a vase crafted from frosted glass. adorned with delicate lace motifs and a ribbon tied around the neck, it looks like a keepsake meant for display on a windowsill, where sunlight could softly illuminate the frosted surface and bring a radiant glow to your room <3

ASK GAMES WITH RYU: CLOSED!

[dontcopymyarticle]

Trick (Suo x Reader)

"Hey, I didn't expect Suou to have something to hate."

You are holding a small plate of natto, stirring it leisurely with chopsticks, and the big smile on your face is exactly the same as Suou's expression when he used to watch the play.

The wooden chopsticks hooked up the filaments adhered to between natto, and the thicker they became, the whiter they became, and even foamed up gradually.

Every time he mixed it,Hayato Suo, who sat opposite, seemed to take a slightly untraceable step back, his immovable smile becoming more and more stiff, and the illusion of the falling lime wall of Pososo.

It always feels like this guy is resisting all his cells.

"No, it's normal to have pesky food." The tone is as calm and steady as ever.

unfortunately! You really want to see Suou break the defense!

"come on, have a taste," So you indulged your bad taste and smiled with the plate. "Don't be picky about eating,Suou."

Will you run for the road?

It feels like you are the kind of owner who teases your cat with cucumbers. The guy in front of you is not slippery, so you can probably tease this now, right?

"but it's really bad." Suou paused and sighed, unusually showing weakness, eyelashes drooping, exquisite eyebrows and eyes revealing a melancholy and helpless breath.

Beauty trick, it's definitely a beauty trick!

"you haven't tried, have you?" he looked up at you again, his clear eyes and drooping corners like an innocent and bewildering fox. "take a bite and you'll understand me."

Just want to deceive me to eat, big cunning!

Having said that, you are actually a little curious about the taste of natto.

As Suou watched with a smile, you pulled the sticky beans from the dish and dipped a piece into your mouth hesitantly.

Um. This subtle taste is still not enough in the eyes of the Chinese who can eat anything.

"the taste of natto is real beans." Silently ignored the concern of Suou, "this child is really stupid," you meditate for a moment, you have a flash of inspiration, you suddenly understand!

"I don't think it's as lethal as beans should be," Keep your head down and support your chin, your glasses reflect light, and you smile.

"for example, the famous delicacies in China-swill-flavored bean juice, and stinky tofu, which smells and tastes bad. It just so happens that my mother is going abroad to see me, so I might as well ask her to bring you some prefabricated ones. "

Hey, there are many wonderful foods in the world more wonderful than natto.

…… "Oh, don't go, are you leaving now? Don't ignore me, Suo? Suo? "

苏枋：面对纳豆也能游刃有余吗？

“欸，想不到苏枋也会有讨厌的东西～” 你捧着一小碟纳豆，用筷子不紧不慢地搅拌着，脸上看热闹不嫌事大的微笑和苏枋以前看戏时的表情十成十地一致。

木筷勾连起纳豆间粘连着的细丝，越是搅越是粘稠发白，甚至渐渐泛起了沫子。

每拌一下，坐在对面的苏枋隼飞好像就微不可查地往后挪了一步，铁打不动的笑容越发地僵硬，幻视出扑索索往下掉石灰的墙面。

噗嗤，总感觉这家伙浑身细胞都在抗拒呢。

“不，有讨厌的食物很正常吧。”就是语气还一如既往地镇定平稳。

可惜！你是真的很想看苏枋破防的样子啊！

“来来，尝一口嘛，” 于是你放任了自己的恶趣味，端着碟子桀桀地笑着， “苏枋小朋友，不要挑食哦。”

会夺路而逃吗？ 感觉你现在就是拿黄瓜逗自家猫的那种主人，眼前的这家伙滑不溜手的，大概也就现在能逗这一下了吧？

“可是真的很难吃。”苏枋顿了顿、叹口气，一反常态地示弱道，睫羽垂下，精致的眉眼流露出一股忧郁又无奈的气息。

美人计，绝对是美人计！

“你也没有尝试过吧，”他又抬眼注视着你，清透的眼睛、下垂的眼角，像是无辜又惑人的狐狸，“吃一口就能理解我了。”

就想骗我吃，大大地狡猾！ 虽然是这么说，其实你也有点好奇纳豆是什么口味。

在苏枋笑眯眯地注视下，你扒拉扒拉碟子里黏糊���的豆子，犹疑地舀了一块塞进嘴里。

唔…… 这��妙的口感，在啥都能吃的中国人眼里，还是不够看啊。

“这纳豆的味道，可真豆子啊。” 默默地无视了苏枋隼飞“这孩子果然被难吃傻了吧”的关切眼神，你沉思片刻，你灵光一闪，你骤然明了！

“我觉得它还没有发挥出豆子应有的杀伤力，” 低头撑住下巴，眼镜反光，你微微一笑， “比如说中国那边著名的美食——泔水味儿的豆汁，还有闻起来臭吃起来也很臭的臭豆腐。 刚好我妈要出国来看我，不如让她带点预制的给你尝尝。”

嘿嘿，人间比纳豆还奇妙的食物有很多呢！

…… “诶，别走嘛，你这就要走了? 别不理我嘛，苏枋？苏枋同学?”

As you may have noticed from the plot of this article, the reader is Chinese. Because this article was originally posted on the Chinese blog, and was translated by nuticecream to own. I wish she would stop taking articles from our blog and claiming they are her own. It's going to make us miserable.

[roosterbruiser]

Consider: trophy husband!Jake and politician!r.

(Also hi, ily and congrats on 1.9k!!!you’re the bestest) ~🦈

in the back of the hummer, you're sitting with your legs crossed at the ankle so as not to disturb your skirt--which is a rental from Chanel, which still boggles your mind.

you feel beautiful, really--and you know that you would even without the Chanel skirt. you should feel beautiful, too--you spent a few hours getting ready. new makeup--heavier than usual to see if that does anything to effect your presence in gossip magazines, which is imperative since you're trying to influence a younger demographic before the next election cycle. new hair--which is trendier than you usually go for, but worth it.

still, though, your stomach is churning. it's silly that you still get nervous about shit like this--big dinners with donors that you have no interest in schmoozing, celebrities you have no interest in getting to know. you've been in this game for a while now, happily running your grassroots campaign and finding marginal success in doing so, but dammit if the prospect of meeting Anne Hathaway doesn't give you butterflies.

"gotta touch up," you sigh softly, glancing at Jake, who's sprawled across the seat beside you with his sunglasses low on his nose. he's always cool as a cucumber before events like this, all smiles and charm and beauty. "mirror me?"

and before you can even say anything else, he sits up and begins to emulate your every move. it's one of his favorite jokes--one that he pulls out every single time you ask him to mirror you.

"ha ha ha," you say dryly, rolling your eyes.

but, like the good boy he is, Jake then grabs the little golden compact mirror from his breast pocket and aims it at your face with expert precision. this definitely isn't his first rodeo.

for a moment, with a grin biting at his lips, he watches you fondly. you're smearing on more of that expensive lip gloss you were given for tonight, touching up that pretty shade of eyeshadow that's been smoked out beneath your lashes, smoothing little flyaway hairs.

it's no secret that he's incredibly fond of you--in fact, he's so fond of you that it's made the front page of several newspapers in the past few years you've been together. fond enough that he couldn't keep his hands to himself after a governor's dinner as the two of you waited, tipsy, for your ride home. oops. after that incident, with the paparazzi photos and the stern talking-to from your publicist, you two swore to be more careful.

so, now that the two of you have sworn up and down to be less obvious, he knows that he only has a few more minutes to cozy up with you before you arrive at your destination under the microscope.

"I can feel you staring," you say absently, pretending like it doesn't make your face hot.

"good," he tells you with a grin. "you're very perceptive, Mrs. Seresin."

"not for a few more months," you sigh, puckering your lips. "and it'll actually be Rep. Seresin."

Jake grins, his cheeks pink with delight at the thought. he can imagine, clear as day, the heavy brass nameplate on your shiny oak desk that spells out your name so deliciously: Representative Seresin. he can also imagine, clear as day, swiping it to the floor and laying you down on it. ripping off that Chanel skirt, smearing that lipstick cross your cheek, attaching his lips to your nipples through your expensive blouse, and rocking the both of you into a new era of youth-soaked progression.

"oh, baby," Jake says, pressing a sweet and careful kiss to your neck, sighing against your sweet-smelling skin when you choke out a quiet moan. "don't get my engines revving before we get there. you know what I'll have to do."

he's right--you do know. you'll have to roll up that divider and get to work on swaying your favorite demographic: your horny fiancé.

"well, you know what they say," you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to tenderly kiss down the column of your throat. somewhere in the past minute, he's closed the compact mirror and settled his hand on the upper part of your thigh, his breath warm and minty as it fans across you. "when they go low, we go high."

"fuck, I love it when you quote Michelle Obama to me," Jake moans quietly.

[unholydeukae]

Some more sub JIU please

Remember when a few days ago I said that I was thinking about something a bit more kinky? I decided that it would go well with this ask! I've taken inspiration from the Sex ABCs that I posted some time ago and Yoohyeon and SuA will be here too.

A fair warning: this post will contain food play. If that's not your thing, feel free to skip this one.

🍰

🥒

🧊

🥕

JiU is in the kitchen, indulging in some cream cake when Yoohyeon enters the room. The girl looks disheveled and smells like sex but JiU doesn't question it - her cake is important after all.

Only when Yoohyeon hectically rummages through the vegetable drawer of the fridge, JiU asks if everything is okay. The younger girl reappears from the fridge, a big cucumber in her hand.

"Gahyun took my dildo and I'm tired of using my hand," she explains.

JiU is kind of shocked upon hearing that - at least shocked enough that she misses her mouth when trying to shove the next fork full of cake into it.

"So you're gonna use a cucumber?" she asks incredulously.

Yoohyeon nods, "Yes! I've done it before, it's not a big deal."

She walks towards the sink, thoroughly washing it, then turns around, looks at the cream on JiU's cheek, walks towards her and licks it off.

"Do you want it back?" she asks with a mischievous grin.

JiU nods, so Yoohyeon immediately kisses her. When she deepens the kiss to let the older girl taste the cream on her tongue, they both moan at the taste.

"You can watch me use the cucumber if you want!" she offers and JiU nods again. She watches as Yoohyeon gets rid of her clothes and sits down on a chair with a perfect man-spread, allowing her a great sight on her cunt.

She clearly already did stuff before coming to the kitchen, the cucumber slides into her pussy with ease and JiU is intrigued. She puts the rest of the cake to the side and doesn't take her eyes off of the cucumber sliding in and out, accompanied by Yoohyeon moans.

It must feel really good and JiU can't help but slip her hand into her pants and panties, slowly circling her clit. She's surprised how wet she is already (the cream kiss definitely played a part in that) and soon enough, Yoohyeon rubs her clit as well and cums hard, her pussy pulsing around the vegetable.

After coming down, she looks at JiU and sees her frantically moving her hand in her pants, so she asks, "Do you want to try it too?"

JiU nods eagerly, immediately taking off her pants and Yoohyeon gets up, pushing the girl's legs further apart as she leans against the counter.

The feeling of the cucumber entering her is unfamiliar, but not bad and knowing that Yoohyeon's wetness is already on it makes it even hotter.

While she uses the makeshift dildo on JiU, Yoohyeon makes her take off her shirt, then she dips her fingers into the cream of the cake. She smears it on JiU's boobs and licks it off, causing her to moan loudly.

The speed of the thrusts increases at that and JiU reaches her peak just as someone enters the kitchen.

"What on earth is going on here... Is that the cucumber I bought for dinner?!"

Yoohyeon and JiU look at SuA like deers in the headlights, but the enraged girl already continues.

"The cake too? Oh god... You know what? If you want it that bad - with my fucking veggies - I'll teach you how it's done!"

As she opens the freezer and takes out some ice cubes and a carrot, the other two are still frozen in place. She face them again, then motions for Yoohyeon to turn around and lean across a chair so that her ass is up.

While SuA takes an ice cube and runs it over Yoohyeon's backside, JiU starts slowly fucking herself with the cucumber again, trying not to make a sound to not draw SuA's attention on herself.

SuA soon pushes the ice cube inside Yoohyeon's ass, making her gasp from the coldness. Another one follows suit while SuA sucks the carrot for a bit before pushing a third ice cube in her ass, the vegetable coming right after.

Yoohyeon groans as SuA starts fucking her ass with the carrot, having missed the feeling of being full, despite the rather small size of it.

Soon enough, SuA tells JiU to get in the same position as Yoohyeon on a chair next to her, then takes the cucumber from her and starts fucking the two girls simultaneously.

The absurdity of it all makes Yoohyeon cum quickly, and hearing the girl next to her cum hard sends JiU over the edge as well, shaking from how weirdly good the vegetable feels.

Once they come down, SuA switches and pushes the cucumber easily into Yooh's ass. At the same time, she's more careful with JiU, since she's not as anally experienced, but at least the carrot is small enough.

Yoohyeon loves the stretch of the cucumber, whines and fucks herself back against it, therefore making it easier for SuA to focus on JiU.

The oldest is surprised how much she enjoys it, moaning loud at every thrust and secretly hoping for a bit more speed.

SuA indeed starts to get more forceful, using the makeshift dildos with more enthusiasm until JiU, being so overwhelmed by the foreign feeling, reaches her peak once more.

Yoohyeon meanwhile begins to beg for even more, so SuA makes JiU get another ice cube to rub around her hole and push in, then tells her to press in the carrot as well.

Now being properly stretched, Yoohyeon starts quivering and SuA orders JiU to rub her clit until she cums loudly, her walls pulsating around the veggies.

"I think you can keep those inside a bit, but don't let them slip in completely!" SuA commands her and Yoohyeon moans at the thought of staying stretched like that for even longer.

"Now it's time for the real dessert," SuA announces as she takes off her pants and panties and leans against the counter. She then has JiU kneel on the floor and eat her pussy, pushing herself against the oldest one's face.

Yoohyeon at the same time whines and whimpers until SuA gives in and tells JiU to move the vegetables in her ass to keep her from complaining.

Taking care of two people at the same time is not an easy task but JiU manages well and she can't help but get a warm feeling in her chest from making them both feel good.

Somehow, Yoohyeon cums even faster than SuA despite her prior orgasms, but SuA doesn't take too long either - soon enough she's rubbing her pussy all over Jiu's face to ride out her orgasm.

She decides that she hasn't had enough yet, but dinner needs to be cooked, so when she stands at the stove, she keeps JiU kneeling between her and the furniture, constantly licking at her cunt, making her cum again and again.

Yoohyeon at the same time opts for some more self-love, adding a zucchini for her pussy (that SuA was only very reluctant to allocate to her) - needless to say, JiU and SuA both found that evening entertainment a lot better than any TV show.

Oh my, I am not entirely sure what I created here but, oh well. I apologize if it sounds a bit like bad porn haha, that was not my intention. Anyways, I hope this was to your liking - I'm always open for more (crazy) ideas, I'll probably find a way to write about it 😂

[onosodaisilarap]

📁

{Files}

📄

➠ {STARVED.text}

███████▒▒▒ 70%

██████████100%

STARVED

It's exactly 14h25. I sink a little deeper into the chair and yawn. Sleepy…my eyelids slowly close and when my consciousness comes back, I shake my head, pinching my cheeks. Can't I just sit down without feeling tired? Tiredness really knows how to disguise itself sometimes.

My hands reach to rub my eyes. Anyways, gonna leave laziness aside and verify the remaining vegetables.

—Do these people have a problem with tomatoes? There are about 4 rotten ones here.—Who needs that? I get rid of them in a second and they are all crushed in the trash. What a bad smell that has…I hold back the urge to vomit. I have a deep problem with these things. My hate for bad smells is strong, no matter what it is. I throw away all the useless vegetables and clean the waste, the pantry, the refrigerator and the table. The aroma of the products and the soup once prepared perfumes the entire room. Now that's a kitchen! Although it wasn't so dirty before, the rotten vegetables really make it feel dirty. With them in the trash, it even got better.

That's good, isn't it?

________________

I don't really like meat. Actually, the texture is very weird for me. I seldomly eat it. Today, some stuffed meat pastries needed to be made. Well, it tastes good, I guess.

Again, sitting down on the same chair and looking at the same clock. My eyes follow the pointer everytime it moves. So strange...and comforting to relive this moment. It seems to be the peak of my day. Just staring at this clock. Just that. How glorious is time.

—Is there cucumber?—I stand up startled. The blonde standing by the door takes a step back.—Ah, pardon.

—Damn, you scared me!—I laugh and then shake my head. Yikes, that was out of nowhere.—Hm…cucumber, right? No.

—Ah...

—Do you want to eat something of cucumber?

—No. I just wanted one.—I let out a soft hum to her answer and wave.

—Got it. I'm sorry.—She leaves. How akward…I scratch my head. Someone would really come to a kitchen just to ask for a cucumber? Not gonna judge. Cravings do hit after all. I glance at the door every now and then and turn to the fridge. Are the cucumbers really ran out? I'll check again. Maybe my memory failed me...

I look for them over and over but don't find any cucumbers. My memory was right then. Good…I sit in the chair once again. The clock points at 2h15 pm. I yawn and my body softens.

________________

My eyes speak louder than my mouth, sometimes. My stomach growls louder than my thoughts sometimes. I cook, and finish the meals, and serve them. That's usually what I do, sometimes.

I'm doing the dishes. The tomatoes rest on the table, fresh and ripe. I look at them and go back to the sink. How strange it is to be alone in this kitchen…there are only a few dishes, so it’s not that much work. It's good money, so it's not too bad. Of course, I don't have to deal with inconvenient colleagues or disruptions to my schedule. I look at the tomatoes again, and they are rotten.

My eyes check them once more. They are normal. Huh...

Rotten?!

Huh…?

It doesn't matter. Just ignore that. I looked quickly. Yeah, it was definitely an optical illusion. I peek just once more. They're normal. Yes, it was an optical illusion. Optical illusion…? I laugh at what I thought. What a beautiful way of saying that I possibly hallucinated.

—Lady.—This voice. My head turns at its direction.

—Yes?—It's that blonde again. She's standing there by the side of the door, now stepping inside.—Cucumbers?

—No. Is there tomatoes?—I arch an eyebrow and point at them with my nose.

—Take one. They're clean and fresh.—I dry my hands on a dish cloth and use it to dry out the sink. All done! Good.

—Are they ripe?

—Huh? Are you not seeing it?—Now I'm facing this unkwnown girl, her hands hold a tomato and she sniffs it.

—Sometimes it's rotten inside.—Looks at me.

—I know when they're rotten or not. The skin is common to rot first. I don't remember seeing any vegetable or fruit rotting inside before the skin, but...I am no professional, just have the skills and need money, right?

Nothing is spoken back. No words, just the sound of a bite. And it was juicy. A bit of pulp ran to the ground. The blonde looks inside the bite.

—Is it…rotten?—I ask in a frivolous tone, almost like an ironic teasing. She turns her eyes to me and smiles.

—Yes.—My smile vanishes. I raise an eyebrow and get closer, looking inside the bite hole. It's not rotten...

—Very funny. Better luck next time.—I laugh again, but her expression didn't change at all. I'm becoming uncomfortable. I move away to get my personal space back. She leaves. How weird...

_________________

I look both ways before crossing. The street is a little busy. At least hassles can be avoided, on the one hand.

On the sidewalk, I look at the store windows. There are some opening, and several products on sale. I feel my stomach bubbling…uh…bubbling? I didn't realize I was so hungry. I'm already starting to hear the sound of snoring. As soon as I get home, I will prepare something to eat. I'm glad it's close... and since I didn't go to work today, I didn't have to walk as far.

Crossing the shortcut to the park near my neighborhood, the wind starts to blow. I'm suspecting some rain is going to fall soon...I'm glad I didn't go to work! I enter the park and walk around the playground to the street.

At home, I change my clothes and think about what to cook...my body feels weak, so maybe something with a lot of vitamins? Crossing the closet in my room, the big mirror reflects me. I stop walking, looking at myself out of curiosity. My whole body looks so anemic...really, I need some vitamins. Something that sustains...something tasty, but nothing heavy.

Thinking of some quick and easy recipes, I discard one by one, trying to decide and going downstairs, straight to the kitchen to turn over the four corners of the room, looking for ingredients. There's some interesting things here...it'll be a good dish and doesn't take too much time. I place everything on the table, starting the preparation with a pair of shaky hands. So hungry...

—Is there something missing…?—I sigh. What a pain... Do I have it? I guess-

A rotten tomato.

—Tsc, how disgusting.—It even reduced my hunger a little. Yucky…I use paper to wrap it and take it to the trash. It should have been here months ago and I forgot. I'm glad I found it, and for a change, I discovered that I didn't even have the ingredient I was looking for. That sucks. I clean the residue to remove the smell and the spoiled groove.

Now it's better.

I glance at the window by chance. The sky is already getting dark. The blonde is standing a little far away, facing my house and the pan already- I wrinkle my forehead. Where is the blonde standing...?! I look again, and she is gone.

____________________

A pleasing and unpleasant day at the same time like two sides of a coin. I sit down on the chair and the clock points at the numbers calmly. I tried to ignore what happened yesterday. I hope not to see her again today.

Besides, I think I did very well. The smell of food still fills the kitchen and everything is clean. I rub my face and then my eyes, the usual sluggishness overcoming me. It feels like I ate something spoiled…I even smell the rot out of nowhere. It's this filthy garbage. Again, I found rotten vegetables, I threw everything away, it became routine. It's a daily ritual, I always arrive and check the ingredients and it's always the fruits and vegetables that are rotten. Not all, but some always are.

It's 14h20. I stretch and a wave of discouragement hits me. I have to go to the doctor one of these days. My memories keep reliving the incident of the tomatoes and the blonde. I think the anemia is affecting my head. I don't know anymore. I need to go to the doctor.

—Rotten.—I stand up in a startled jolt. My heart sped up. I felt everything spinning for a moment. My view focuses on the door. It's her again. I frown and with a hand over my chest, say:

—What? You almost scared me to death again!

—I was talking to myself. I meant the smell...there's a rotten smell. Sorry.—I take a deep breath and calm down, still frustrated.

—Okay, yes. Everyday there's a rotten fruit or vegetable, I throw them away and then put the trash out.—Silence. I won't restrain myself.—Listen, who are you?

—They call me Miss Pepperoni, lady.

—What?

—I like pepperoni.—pauses.—You don't?

—Ahm…

—You don't like meat?—That's uncomfortable. I nod in response. What does it mean? And she didn't answer my question from before.—Why not?

—I wanted to know your name.

—I thought you already knew it.—I frowned my eyebrows.—What is she even talking about now? I remember the bizarre event from yesterday with the said Pepperoni. I don't really know what to think about it.

—How would I know? Do you also work here by any means? I don't even be in touch with other employees because my work is in the kitchen.

—My name is Morbida. I was a novice at a convent. I come here to eat.—What a weird name. I think to myself about what I saw and I'm still puzzled.

—It's weird that you just come inside the kitchen asking for tomatoes and cucumbers.—I say in distrust and don't worrying about faking it.—Are we going to ignore the elephant in the room forever?

She doesn't look shaken by my words. Actually, she has the same posture as before.

—What elephant?—Looks around.

—Why do you keep coming here to ask for cucumbers and tomatoes?—I hold myself not to say a thing about seeing her figure outside my window. Maybe it's not the right time.

Silence. Morbida seems to think about something, or maybe she really wants to ignore me.

—Because I'm hungry.—I think about it, trying to elaborate a good answer.

—Are you, by any means, friends with the owner?

—Why don't you eat meat?—I blink in surprise. At this rate, I should expect that she would ignore me. What type of question is this?

—What does it have to do with the matter?—That's not possible...I laugh in disbelief.—If you're hungry, why not asking for a dish? You said you like pepperoni.

—Is there cucumbers today?—I close my eyes in frustration. Gonna give up. Maybe I won't get any answers from Morbida, and apparently she's just a strange ex novice that likes salads, as weird as it seems.

—There are pickles. Cucumber is lacking again.

—I like pickles.

________________________

I am still thinking about the lack of answers. The view I had of the blonde from my window. The rotten tomatoes. However, I just ignored everything. After all, I wasn't at my best, apparently. I've been really distracted.

I pass the posts with missing posters and turn around. My belly growls and I feel weak. I'm already getting home, just a little more, please...I start coughing with a bitter taste creeping up my throat. Ugh, I don't want to vomit here! I desperately try to look for some out-of-the-way place to do this, or a public bathroom. There's no time, it starts to come out.

I widen my eyes. Several larvae fall together. Some wrapping themselves around each other in ruffles filled with gastric liquid. What a pain! No one seems to notice, they are walking past me without saying anything. I feel cold. My body is sweating and shaking. My heart beats uncontrollably. The electric charge of fright and fear keeps my eyes fixed on the animals on the ground. I can barely breathe. How disgusting…how disgusting…did I eat something spoiled? Did…did that really happen? The smell fills my nostrils as they stir through the puddle. My stomach growls again. Close my eyes. I give myself a long minute to calm down and until then, I can recover a lot. It's fine...I'm fine.

They are no longer here. I notice it when I open my eyes. The larvae are not here, there is no gastric juice and horrible smell. The bitter taste disappeared from my mouth. I look around, everything is as it always was and there is no one looking at me. It was all in my head.

I was just salivating.

__________________

My other days of work were exceptionally the same as all of the other ones, always having its peak on the break in which I sit on the chair and watch the clock. Everyday, no exception. The blonde didn't show up anymore and I consider it a relief. In contrast, the rotten food keeps being the lowest point. It's the worst thing, for me, but I try to treat it as a common daily event —which is a fact— rather than worrying so much.

Every now and then I think about the larvae incident. After the previous delusions, I ended up not caring. I tried to see a doctor, but I can never make an appointment. Psychiatrists usually have full schedules, hematologists too. I'm getting frustrated, but I can't stop working. I've been at this restaurant for 4 months now, wanting to move to another job, however, quitting now could be self-sabotage.

I fell into a loop of thoughts, and barely extricated myself. My hair is falling off a bit. Flies hover around the trash. When my shift is over, I'll put it outside. I yawn and look at the clock. 14:14. I want to sleep. I also want to eat. I want to go home. I don't want to lift a single finger, but I do. Now standing, I check the pantry. I look in the closet and open the fridge.

A horrible surprise. The worst of all.

This smell...of something spoiled. But it's even more disgusting than the vegetables and fruits. I scan over the products until my eyes fall at the sight of a specific one. A meat wrapped in plastic.

—I didn't see it before...?—How not? I always turn everything over when arriving. How did I not see it? And meat?! I carefully hold the handles of the bag and place it on the table, then open it and look inside. A big piece of rotten raw meat. The flies immediately fly towards it, thirsty. This again? I close my eyes and squeeze them, opening up again. It's still here.

Unbelievable...

Holding my breath and sickness, it just gets worse. I tighten the handles in a knot and carry it to the trash can. Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting!

—Eat it.—I stop walking, processing what I heard. Is there someone here? I turn my face slowly, and there it is. The strange novice. Morbida, again. Now she seems to smile with a lot of calmness.

—What...?

—Eat the meat. I left it for you.—I let out an incredulous air. My body froze. What was that I heard? I take a step back.

—What?

—I left the meat for you. Eat it.—She came closer and stopped 10 steps away from me. My hands started to sweat and my neck as well. An icy sensation runs through the entire extension of my body. My chest rises and falls quicker, I shake my head in denial.

—You're crazy! Get out! How did you leave this meat here if I didn't see you getting in at any moment?!

—How are you so sure it wasn't here since the start? You're too quick to assume.—Silence. I open the trashcan, wanting to pretend I am not in this situation, but it's getting complicated to ignore.—Eat the meat.

I swallow hard. I purse my lips and look at her again.

—No. Leave me alone.—My sight blurs at the same moment. I feel my back touching an icy surface. Something salty in my mouth. A hideous scream. Bugs squirming in the back of my throat. I see nothing but darkness. Panic sets in quickly enough to lock my thoughts into one: “Eat the meat.”

No. No. I'm not eating the meat. I'm not eating the meat. I'm not eating the...

Meat.

Meat?

My eyes are open. I'm lying on the kitchen floor. A huge piece of raw meat is stuffed in my mouth and I spit it out. I sit down and put my hand on my chest. What was this?! What w-

I see the flesh on the floor. It's not spoiled. How bizarre...how bizarre. I look around, Morbida is lying in the corner with her belly open. It is indisputable. I get up in panic, grabbing my things and run away from the restaurant. I run down the streets. I pass by the post with the posters of the missing people. One of them has “novice” written on it.

I get home quickly and lock myself in my room, curled up in the corner and holding my head. The rotten smell continues to invade my nostrils. I hold my breath and purse my lips tightly. My hands shake. Everything goes dark.

I really hate meat.

_______________________

Today, I got an appointment with a hematologist. I'm scheduling an appointment with a psychiatrist too and haven't eaten anything all day. My belly won't stop growling. Fatigue never stops consuming me.

It's been days.

The blonde doesn't stop staring at me. The faces of the posters don't stop watching me. All they are saying is: eat meat.

My big toe itches like something is hanging off it.

Good thing I don't have work tomorrow.

[daisychainsandbowties]

Fireside, cider, orchard, quilt? 🥺👉👈

fireside: if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?

this is going to sound so autistic but my ideal wardrobe would be 1000 soft hoodies that never get dirty (and definitely among them that shin hati one from hot topic 🥰🥰)

and then (bdbdbdb) soft trousers that somehow work as they should and look good and actually fit me but without the waistband touching me ever at all

oh! and for summer 5 different soft t-shirts and a toggle on/off button for top surgery. tits should definitely just be a wardrobe thing i should be able to put those little guys in a drawer (with snacks i’m not a monster!)

and a cloak!! a big black cloak that flares dramatically on command and can be used as a sleeping bag or a soft blanket or a weapon in combat. and it gives me advantage on stealth checks

and also lightsabers and swords for accessories. um and boots with so many buckles for no reason but soft and they let me use the dash action as a bonus action

and the wardrobe itself would just be my inventory. a pocket dimension

cider: a food that you disliked as a child but now enjoy.

vegetables!! 🥰🥰 my mom used to make me eat carrots on pain of death and based on lies about darkvision and ‘rudolph would be so disappointed he loves carrots casper’ but now i like all vegetables (okay except cucumber and beetroot and parsnips) and especially green ones. and ESPECIALLY broccoli. little trees you can eat like ur one of those long-neck dinosaurs and actually to ants and fruit flies that’s exactly what you are 😳🥹🥹

orchard: share one thing that you’d like to happen this autumn

wow the future exists ummmm i would like… for my friends to be happy i mean that’s maslow’s whole entire triangle right? pyramid scheme but it’s my friends are happy and i don’t understand what a pyramid scheme is

on a more personal note i want shin and sabine to fuck nasty or if we want to get super extreme maybe also kiss 🤔🥰

quilt: how do you take your tea/coffee

um well my favourite tea is lapsang souchong for normal reasons not because a dragon was called that one time and he was super polite and good at chess and a crime lord. i have that just plain because of course!!

coffee i also drink black but not often because it makes me feel sick. i REALLY like the fancy ones like lattes and caramel macchiatos and cappuccino but they make me even more sick so… yeah. i do keep a tin of coffee around to smell though because you should be more cat and just sniff things. then you can smell when other people are sick like me and hannibal lecter. 🥰🥰

[neopuff]

title: steamy word count: ~700 ship: six/holiday summary: Six had a long day and wants to take a shower. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48912304

Six wandered down the hallways of the Dam Base - no specific goal in mind. He’d had a long day of getting Rex back up to speed and just wanted to spend the rest of the evening relaxing alone somewhere.

It was going to take a little bit to get used to having a teenager around again. He’d barely had time to get used to it before Rex disappeared - the six month break in between wasn’t any help. Holiday and Knight and Bobo may have regaled Six with hundreds of stories of his adventures with Rex, but there was nothing like the real thing. In just two days, Rex was already back to the energetic, excitable teen he was before.

Trying to keep up with him was draining, Six didn’t want to admit. But Rex was young and had a lot of energy, while Six’s body was six years older than his mind and he kept feeling like he could fight and train more than he could. He’d found a nice balance in the last six months and knew when to quit, but it was frustrating to admit his own weakness.

At that particular moment, as he trailed down the hall, Six thought he might take a nice, long shower. Their current base’s hot water situation was not as reliable as Providence’s, but so long as there was at least a few hours break between showers, they hadn’t had any major problems yet.

He got closer to the bathrooms and immediately noticed the sound of muffled pop music coming from the women’s room. As he stopped a few feet away, he also noticed steam coming out from under the door.

Holiday must’ve been showering.

Well, there went his plan.

He stared at the women’s bathroom door and breathed in the scent of cucumbers and vanilla. Holiday didn’t usually smell like that. Not that he smelled her - but they spent a lot of time around each other and, if anything, there was usually just the scent of oil and machinery and sweat around them.

A small part of him thought about how much time and water they’d save if he just hopped into the shower with her. That would certainly be an economical decision. Very environmental, too. Maybe she’d agree if he brought it up.

(No, no she would not.)

Sure, she liked him a lot more than she did when he first lost his memories, but they definitely weren't there yet. He hadn't exactly been making any efforts to get them there. He was busy with other things. And so was she.

Plus it was…complicated.

Still, he stared at the bathroom door for another few moments, unmoving. There was nothing wrong with simply thinking about it, after all.

"Hey, Six!"

He frowned and turned his head to see Rex headed his way. Six shoved his hands into his pockets and tilted his head as a response.

"What're you doing?"

"Nothing," Six answered a little too quickly.

Rex gave him a suspicious look and glanced around his mentor to see the steam coming out of the women's bathroom. "Oooh, I see."

Six raised an eyebrow.

"You're thinking about how unfair it is that we all have to share one bathroom while Holiday gets a whole big space of her own, right?"

Six's expression remained unmoved. "Right," he said, hoping that would be the end of the conversation.

Instead, Rex took his response the wrong way and put a hand to his chin in thought. He let out a low hum that made Six a little nervous, and then he suddenly shouted, "oooh!"

"Or are you thinking about Holiday in the shower?" Rex asked cheekily, winking and pointing two finger guns in his direction.

Six glared at the teenager and suddenly reached out, grabbed his goggles off of his head, and threw them down the hallway.

"H-hey! My goggles!" Rex patted his head and rushed down the hall to find his favorite eyewear.

At that, Six decided he'd spent enough time standing around and doing nothing - so he turned left to head towards his room. He could always shower later. A lot later, probably.

[queen-ofnewyork]

Review of Holika Holika’s Pure Essence Mask in Lemon

Holika Holika is known as a brand that creates unique, eye-catching packaging that really appeals to customers by projecting a youthful image. Many of their products are inexpensive but contain high-quality ingredients. Their pure essence mask sheet is designed as a nude fit sheet, called ‘breathing sheet’ of low irritation and high moisturizing, which absorbs more essence than a regular sheet mask. It comes in various varieties including this one, lemon (vitality + brightening), shea butter (nourishing + moisturizing; review), avocado (elasticizing + moisturizing; review), acai berry (nourishing + vitality; review), cucumber (hydrating + soothing; review), damask rose (moisturizing + shine; review), green tea (moisturizing + soothing; review), pearl (vitality + whitening; review), rice (calming + brightening; review), strawberry (moisturizing + shine; review) and others. Their lemon mask is designed to moisturize and vitalize the skin. Key ingredients include: 1,000ppm of lemon fruit extract (skin clearing, brightening, lightening, anti-inflammatory, improves skin health), chamomile flower extract (anti-acne, nourishing, moisturizing, removes and soothes blemishes, hydrating), panthenol (penetrates deeply into the skin, hydrating, helps to infuse water into the cells, moisturizing), apple fruit extract (anti-aging, skin smoothing, antioxidant, protects skin, maintains skins elasticity) and cornflower flower extract (anti-inflammatory, redness-reducing, soothing, good for sensitive skin). This product retails for between $1-3 USD, you can get 5 pieces here for $9.98 + shipping.

Ingredients

Water, Glycerin, Dipropylene Glycol, Betaine, Polyglyceryl-10 Laurate, Butylene Glycol, Centella Asiatica Extract, Paeonia Suffruticosa (Tree Peony) Root Extract, 1,2-Hexanediol, Allantoin, Panthenol, Citrus Limon (Lemon) Fruit Extract (1,000ppm), Chamomilla Recutita (Matricaria) Flower Extract, Arginine, Carbomer, Glyceryl Caprylate, Xanthan Gum, Ethylhexylglycerin, Citrus Aurantium Dulcis (Orange) Oil, Pyrus Malus (Apple) Fruit Extract, Carica Papaya (Papaya) Leaf Extract, Viola Tricolor (Wild Pansy) Extract, Lavandula Angustifolia (Lavender) Flower Extract, Centaurea Cyanus (Cornflower) Flower Extract, Disodium EDTA

This mask contains 20 ml (0.67 oz) and has a very tart lemon scent, kind of like the rind of a lemon.

The mask is a good size and fits pretty well. I did need to widen the mouth and eye holes, but apart from that, it’s a good fit.

Recommended use is after washing the face, apply toner to tidy up skin texture. Take out the mask and place it on while aligning it with the contour of the face. Remove the mask after 10-20 minutes and gently pat it to promote the absorption of residue into the skin. After using, as mentioned before, this mask does have a noticeable lemon rind/peel kind of scent and it can definitely be an irritant. There are also a few irritants in the ingredient list to watch out for, I'd also recommend wearing sunscreen if you're going to wear this before going out during the day. The effects of the mask are quite beneficial however if you have dull skin or a lot of dark spots on your skin that you'd like to brighten as this is instantly brightening and skin toning. It's also very soothing and hydrating and the effects are long-lasting using this consistently would definitely continue to brighten the skin. Please note, this could be a problem for sensitive skin as I believe you could end up with some noticeable irritation. I'd recommend this to anyone with dull skin, hyperpigmentation, and dark spots.

What I like: this mask smells great and it's very comfortable, it's also nice and brightening and hydrating so it doesn't feel drying at all. It's also very refreshing and smooths out the skin nicely. What I don't like: the scent is likely going to irritate the skin and there are a couple of irritants in the ingredient list. Due to that, it's really not the best for sensitive skin.

Pros:

Brightening

Hydrating

Smooths skin

Good for hyperpigmentation

Smells wonderful

Long-lasting effects

Cons:

Fragrance

Irritants

Not really sensitive skin friendly

Would I buy again?

Yes

Rating: 7.5/10

[sagekjs21]

1. Teacups

2. Chocolate bars

3. No...

4. Intelligent, bored in class, talkative

5. Soda bottles

6. Mix and match

7. Earbuds

8. Tv shows

9. Some unknown flower that blooms around here

10. Playing by myself

11. Whatever sounds good

12. Depends on my mood

13. Keyring

14. Something caramel

15. To Kill a Mockingbird

16. Down?

17. I really only wear one pair unless I need to dress formally

18. Rain or snow

19. Anything but on my stomach

20. Ipad

21. Which one?

22. Jesus

23. Counting things by using my tongue on my teeth

24. Not into them

25. One of several children's nursery rhymes

26. Stay inside with air conditioning

27. Depends on my mood

28. There is no way I can only pick five.

29. Having conversations, talking to one another, asking questions, actively listening 

30. Anywhere that I can feel the presence of God 

31. This is a stupid question. 

32. Jesus is truly the only vine I care about lol. 

33. I don't know, and I am so not going to look.

34. None

35. Between midnight and 2 AM 

36. I have no idea. 

37. Suitcase

38. Tea

39. Pie, although I like both 

40. I got locked in a stall in the women's restroom once and had to call my grandmother so that she could call the school so that they could let me out. 

41. @titaniumpeony

42. Pants pockets, jeans to be more precise 

43. Whatever I'm in the mood for

44. I don't know, anything that doesn't smell disgusting lol 

45. None

46. Depends on the season: winter: sweats or velour, spring/fall: T-shirt and yoga pants, summer: spaghetti strap and shorts 

47. All of them!

48. A berry, for Warrior Cats reasons, or a lemon based on a specific Warrior Cats post 

49. Tons of things in the Bible

50. Too many things to remember

51. Interpersonal conflict 

52. Anything easy to read or fancy

53. I have no idea what this means lol. Working? 

54. Do even the most disgusting of tasks as if I am doing them for God and the job will be far more rewarding 

55. Beauty and the Beast

56. I don't have any 

57. Surviving all types of abuse, facing my deepest flaws and working on them, loss of numerous relationships

58. Singing, writing, cooking, finding a balance between structure and spontaneity 

59. I will never stop trying. 

60. No idea 

61. "To the well organized mind, death is but the next grade adventure. "

62. Berryheart (Warriors), Frostdawn (Warriors), Violetshine (Warriors), Belle (Beauty and the Beast), the beast (Beauty and the Beast), Jane Eyre

63. I would never have a club. 

64. fanfiction.net

65. 5

66. I don't like flowers much.

67. This is an evil concept. 

68. Tomato, mushroom, or cucumber 

69. I have so many random facts in my head at any given moment that I can't even begin to answer this question. 

70. Right

71. Polkadots

72. I was basically a straight A student, so nothing. 

73. Green olives and whipped cream

74. Six or seven, depending upon where the pain is 

75. I literally have no idea, probably at age 3 or four?

76. It depends upon my mood, I like lots of different potato foods although I prefer rice overall 

77. I don't know, but I hope to find out one day.

78. Coffee, definitely! 

79. I have neither of these things. But my state ID photo doesn't look too bad. 

80. No preference

81. Fireflies

82. No preference

83. Writing 

84. Podcasts

84. Barbie 

85. Neither one

86. Depends on my mood 

87. Always being abandoned/rejected

88. To do the Will of God 

89. God

90. I have no idea.

91. No preference 

92. Christmas lights

93. Sage, Kath, Salty (per my pastor :-D)

94. Winter

95. Too many to choose from 

96. Artwork made by my friend, @pinestripe37 

97. 10, but only one is still applicable 

98. I don't have one. 

weird asks that say a lot

in

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

[semi-demiqueerhere]

So I’m autistic and have a type of ED called ARFID. To explain very simply, I’m really particular about sensory stuff in my food.

BUT today I decided to try something new!

Drumroll pleeeease:

I tried seaweed for the first time! Specifically it was a spicy seaweed roll snack that seems to be a really popular and well known brand:3

I’m gonna be doing a review of my experience with it! I’ll be honest, I haven’t done any research about ir and I don’t claim to be one. I’m just a guy that wants to work on his food habits with the budget he has.

Either way, I figured I’d make a note for myself about it and maybe this’ll encourage me to try new things in the future❤️

To start with, I’ll talk about the smell. I had to get it pretty close to my nose to smell anything, but it immediately smelled of sea salt and a lot of it. I feel like it shouldn’t have surprised me since it was, well, seaweed but it was super preset and the main thing I smelled.

Taste wise, it wasn’t what I was expecting. Unfortunately my brain was immediately off put by the taste. It was a lot more plant tasting that I was expecting and it lingers for a while. I definitely came into this thinking it’d be like a subtle iceberg lettuce type taste, but it had more of a greenery taste like cucumber does. I will say it had as much of a taste in salt as it did in its salty smell. The main thing that caught me off guard was the spice. Again, it seems like it should’ve been intuitive that it has a spicy flavor considering it said:

right there LOL. The spice does take a second or two to kick in tho, which is why I ultimately rejected having another bite bc I’m not wonderful at dealing with spicy stuff. I did have milk on hand which helped greatly. I didn’t mind the spice in the end, but it is something I’m glad I know the level of now!

Final thoughts: I wasn’t fond of it initially, but I see it as something I can warm up to! I would say it’d probably help to not have it as so concentrated or as the main dish in the future:3. There’s so much potential for it becoming a food I love and I look forward to seeing the different styles and meals I can use it in!

[jodilin65]

Feeling hopeless when it comes to my fatigue and sleep issues and trying not to let them get me down. Not doing a very good job, though.

My homemade cheese crackers came out awesome! I'm making another batch now.

I'm learning recipes from Kathy, and Jessie is learning from me. She wants to make the crackers and the chicken dinner I made. I slow-cooked a chicken thigh in the small cooker with a butter ball, sugar snap peas, and mushrooms.

I just got done whipping up a creamy cucumber shrimp salad, and that too, is pretty good.

Brought out the rabbit silkscreen and began another painting which I'm sure will end up looking pretty bad when I'm done with it, but I hate to let things sit there unused and waste the money. I'm letting it dry and then I'll slowly add detail to the rabbit as well as the background.

Looks like the first Temu package, which was split into three, will arrive with my foot callus remover. I got Keri lotion because it’s a bit greasy and thought it would be good for my dry skin. It definitely helps. I like the way it smells—sort of like suntan lotion. You wouldn't think one’s skin would be so dry in a humid climate, but not only am I older, but when you're indoors with AC running nearly year-round, it will dry your skin out. My scalp is just the opposite. I've always had an oily scalp.

He sprayed for ants, but I saw one running around the edge of the sink again after not seeing any for a few days. They seem to show up right after sundown and always by or in the sink, so I'm guessing they are coming in by the window next to it. I thought ants were active in the daytime, though. Well, not these ants. They're pretty big too. I don't know if they bite, and I'm not going to find out either.

So I was up later yesterday after napping, and the same thing happened tonight when I woke up tired and napped later on. Only this time around, the nap seemed to help until a little while ago when I felt my energy deflating like a popped bubble. It's frustrating as hell. I need to get out and into the sunshine, but that's not easy to do when you're up all night. I should be able to catch some morning sun in a few hours.

To work on the site I work on, you have to answer a series of screening questions so they know which studies to include you in. Well, just like they consider Tom old, I guess they consider me suicidal because I got a long study with several questions pertaining to that, but it paid well. I just feel empty and hopeless, even though my life is mostly ideal, and I'm not suffering physically or emotionally nearly as much as I did from 2014 to 2021.

The problem is, I just go right into a new long-term issue when I finally get rid of one, and now it's fatigue and lack of energy.

While I haven't been feeling like I want to kill myself, I've been feeling like my life is over, mostly because of my lack of energy and sleep issues. The other part is not having a lot of extra money. Other than Tom, Jessie, and Andy if he found out about it, I realize that no one would give a shit if I dropped dead right now. I mean, really give a shit.

I honestly can't remember the last time I was grateful to be alive. Maybe after we survived the recession was the last time. I almost feel like I'm just going through the motions of life until it's over. Like I'm in this unseen waiting room that lies between life and death. Like my life has ended, and I'm waiting for the death part of it. I don't know why I feel this way, even though I have plenty of things to do around the house to keep me busy. But even with all those things, I do the same things every day, and more than half the time I don't have much energy. I don't get out nearly as much as I'd like to due to a combination of being on nights half the time and not having much money to do anything. Life seems to be about having energy and money.

At least it won’t cost anything to go sit in the back later on and make use of our new bench. I want to try to get 10 minutes of sunlight every day that I possibly can.

I definitely didn't sleep as well and remember waking up a lot, as well as to use the bathroom. Again, the ophthalmologist was in one of my dreams, and I'm trying to figure out why the hell he's popping into my dreams like this. It's really weird. He never made any impression on me, good or bad, so it must be something on his end, although I don't see what kind of impression I could have possibly made on him either way. I mean, what's unique about me that could have stood out? We only spoke about my eyes and nothing else. Okay, so my eyelashes are a little longer than most, and I have green eyes, which is the rarest eye color, but in his profession, I'm sure he's seen his fair share of this.

Anyway, in the dream, Tom was somewhere else, and I had to wait so long to see the doctor. In fact, due to the long waiting times, he set up a bunch of beds in his waiting room, lol. After a 4-hour wait, he came into the room with a heavy-set, middle-aged blonde woman who had her hair in a ponytail. He told her to make sure she did something, although I'm not sure what that was. Then I thought I should text Tom and let him know I was finally going to be seen soon so he could be ready to pick me up.

In another dream, Tom and I drove up to Massachusetts. We would never even fly up there. Haven't been there since 1992, and I can't imagine ever returning.

[hejscandinavia]

This was probably the earliest day we had to wake up. We had to leave the hotel at 7:45 am so didn’t get much sleep. I was so ready for the continental breakfast, and then…I forgot I was in Norway lol. The classic American hotel breakfast with eggs, bacon, and pancakes was not there. Instead, the hotel had bread, small donuts, smoked salmon, salad, yogurt, and fruit. It was still VERY good. Basically every morning I would get the bread, spread butter, put some cheese on top, with lettuce, smoked salmon, and cucumber. I feel like after Europe I will definitely be eating Smorebord a lot for lunches. Also, homemade butter with homemade bread. The bread, butter, and sometimes cheese combo has changed me lol.

Afterward, we met outside the hotel to meet our guides, Joffery (from France) and Jenka (from Belgium). Our guides throughout my entire trip were AMAZING! They were so funny, engaging, and helpful. We then drove to the docks so go on an hour long boat ride. The waters in Svalbard as so beautiful. As said before, they are this brilliant blue with hints of emerald green. The mountains surrounding us just made it better. We mostly sat outside on the dock taking photos of the nature and of the other group. Coolest thing we saw, A WALRUS! On our right, a walrus was coming up for air for around thirty seconds. It was SO COOL! It took a few ducks, snorted, and went back down. Ah to only be able to scuba dive and see what lies beneath!

Afterward, we arrived on shore with an old lighthouse and radio tower. We then started walking. Well this was one hike. In total, 15 MILES. Bruh I’ve never walked that much (okay maybe but that was Disney and I have zero comprehension of steps in that place). 

The landscape was pretty diverse. As some points, it was completely rocky (so many kinds, especially shards, from black, brown, red, orange, and a lot of quartz). At others, it was a flat and dirt. Then it was holes and bumps with moss covering it. We saw various reindeer on the hike. We even saw a fox for a few seconds! I only saw a glimpse of it because it was blending in so well to the landscape. We took several stops, either to ford the rivers, look at the plants, examine a carcass, and my personal favorite, old whale bones! We didn’t know how old they were. They could either be from the whaling period from 1600-1800 or even older when most of Svalbard was under water several thousand years ago! You can’t tell in the arctic a lot because decomposition is a very slow process. Are we got closer to shore, the beaches were grey with some having ice on top. It was pretty rocky and lots of orange kelp.

We finally got to our main destination, the walrus colony. Sadly, there were no walruses. We had lunch at 2 pm from backpacking kits. I had a dehydrated chicken curry which was okay and the berry tea. Man I LOVE the berry tea. I need to figure out if one of the European stores in Madison has it! The view was still really nice. We had a great look over the sea on these old cliffs. 

Well as we were eating, the guides spotted walruses! We had passed them on our way there. So we packed up quickly and were speeding to go see them.

Before getting close, the guides told us we had to be quiet, not super close, and had to be in the direction the wind was going so the animals can’t smell us. As we crept over the hill, we had a huge scent of animal. And there they were. Thirty or so walruses were lying on the beach in two groups. They were so lazy, sleeping on the shoreline.  Two of them were moving. One was very slowly moving to the water. He was sit up, think, then roll, stand up for ten seconds, then roll again. Time was not apart of their agenda. 

Sadly, we did have to leave to get back to camp. After our boat ride, we had to get dinner. Mirren, Alex, Lulu, Cielo, Caitlin, Ava, and Abby went to Svalbar. I got an Irish coffee. Not my favorite drink as I have explored in alcohol. For food, I had a nutty pasta. It was pretty okay. For desert, I got an Antarctic breakfast! It was from an expedition with lignonberry, ice cream, pancakes, bacon, and syrup. Now that was pretty darn good. Favorite part of the whole evening: my DND joke. For the past couple of months, I have grown an obsession the rudeness of seagulls. Because of this, I would love to play DND as an annoying seagull. With this, I got an idea at the restaurant. “So imagine you’re in DND, and you play as a seagull. Your name is Sval and you’re a bard. Cause ‘Svalbard’. And ALSO! You’re are bartender cause “Svalbar.” Throughout the rest of class, “imagine you’re in DND,” has become a running joke. I’m loving it. 

[baravaggio]

how do you like lush perfumes? noticed you have a couple on your shelf (not to be creepy hahaha) i had no idea they made perfumes!

yeah lush have been in the perfume game for a long time! my feelings on lush fragrances are mixed - they're very hit or miss to me, and are a bit rough around the edges to the point where I don't always think they're worth the price. I really like the ones I do have though and think they deliver good quality for price.

the ones I've tried that I didn't like were vanillary, sun, and sikkim girls. the first two didn't work with my skin chemistry at all, maybe because they were both solids, but vanillary literally smelled like pissed on urinal cake and beer on my skin (devastating for 15 year old me). sikkim girls was just very heavy & mature for me at that age, it was so strong that I remember quarantining it to its own wood box because spraying it once made my room smell like it for ages. I don't have the perfume anymore (wish I did! the original gorilla perfume bottles were cute) but the box STILL smells like it nearly 15 years later, lmao.

currently I have the dirty EDP and guardian of the forest body spray, really like them both! I get more longevity & sillage out of the body spray, but (slightly) more complexity out of the EDP. dirty is a herbal spearminty & slightly masculine scent, simple but really refreshing, can't wait to wear it in summer! guardian of the forest is, well...coniferous & vegetal, has almost a health foods store vibe to it in a good way, a little cucumber & a little petrichor, like produce shelves that are being misted. lovely oakmoss drydown that's so comforting (kind of reminds me of sultana of soap, my favorite soap of theirs). I'm pleasantly surprised at how long lasting it is! the EDP ran $55 and the body spray ran $40, so I think for the (relatively minimal) price difference it really just depends on what you want to get out of the experience.

there's a couple EDPs I'd like to try - the smell of weather turning, the smell of freedom, and tank battle have been on my wish list since I was a teenager - but unfortunately they don't seem to sell the perfumes in their perfume vault in smaller 30 ml sizes. if I try any more lush scents it'll probably be from their body spray catalog, because I've been pleasantly surprised by the longevity/sillage you get at that price point.

anyway...their scents are all so different, I would definitely recommend trying before you buy, and trying on skin. the way their perfumes are made means your mileage may vary depending on skin chemistry - even if you already like their signature soap/bath bomb scents that they also sell as perfumes (e.g. lust, karma), I personally wouldn't blind buy or base purchasing decisions off a tester strip.

[count-alucard-tepes]

So I was randomly thinking about how the pirates from one piece smell and in particular how Crocodile smells…and then I was like this man dresses so hot he definitely has to smell real good.😍😍😍

To be honest, my impression of usual pirates are like pirates of the Caribbean and they all look gross, sweaty and smelly but One Piece has changed this for me! I’m gonna add some marines too! So here we go…

Sir Crocodile: smells expensive as fuck and it’s that scent that when he walks by you turn your head to follow it. Of course, he has the cigar smoke scent too. Definitely a Versace fan (Who isn’t…) with hints of patchouli.

Doflamingo Donquixote: has a spiced Arabian flare scent and when he walks in that’s all you gonna smell (I hate this scent but I feel like he’d be into it).

Mihawk Dracule: he takes care of his facial hair (probably uses that cucumber knife he whooped Zoro’s ass with lol) so I think he would use something simple like lavender or even rosemary.

Katakuri Charlotte: looks like a badass but definitely smells like mochi, ohagi and donuts (I would literally be holding onto his leg and inhaling him tbh)

Buggy: smells like really nice hair products, the ones that make your hair shiny and smooth, I don’t think he cares about the scent (low key still jealous of his ponytail in Impel down)

Ace: burnt donuts…too soon…okay, he definitely just smells like body wash or cheap deodorant, he’s not that much into it.

Kuzan: he likes the ladies so he definitely has a nice soft scent to him like after shave with hints of sandalwood or sage.

Kizaru: he’s quite the well kept guy so I think he’s like a more cedarwood or nutmeg scent, nothing too overwhelming.

Akainu: he smells like burnt toast… jk I love this guy so I think his scent would have a manly floral flare like freesia or white lily with sandalwood.

Smoker: just cigar scent…jk lol 😂 I think he just uses a body spray because he loves showing his tiddies and abs so he probably gets hot quickly so an anti-perspirant is his go to.

[hey-imma-fangirl]

The Episode ‘Roadkill’ except it’s in the Welcome Back to the Casino AU Part III

For @flufflepops

The Devil’s eyelids fluttered open, waking up to a massive head ache. Though it took a moment, she realized she wasn’t even in her bedroom down in Hell. In fact, she wasn’t quite sure where she was. Sitting up, her back cracked from the hard fall she took a little over an hour before. After rubbing her eyes, she looked around, seeing a picture with three very familiar faces.

“It’s that little bratty cup! And that old lady who hit me!” She furrowed her eyebrows picking up the picture. “Who does she think she is? Running over the Queen of Hell!”

“Yoo-Hoo! Mr. Meow-Meow! Are you awake yet?” A voice- presumably the old woman who had ran her over- called out.

“The old jasper thinks I’m a house cat??” She looked down to herself, wondering if she actually looked like a cat. “Like this? She must be half blind or…” She blinked, a sinister smile stretching across her face. “I could, of course, use this to my advantage.” She placed the picture back on the self. “I’ll just wait out here until that little brat comes home. And then when she least expects it, I’ll snatch her soul, yes…” She giggled to herself, scheming.

“Here I come!” The old woman called out, her footsteps nearing the door.

“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK- “ The Devil hissed in panic, scrambling around.

Elder Kettle opened the door just in time for the Devil to sit in on the bed on all fours in an effort to look like a cat.

“Meooow?”

“Oh good, you’re awake!” Elder Kettle approached the Devil, extending her hand.

The Devil winced, sinking her head away from the woman’s touch and growling at her.

“It’s ok, Mr. Meow-Meow, I’m not gonna hurt you… Eh… Again…”

The old woman offered her hand for the ‘cat’ to sniff, which she did. Perhaps to humor the woman or to convince her she was a cat, who knows. The woman then gently scratched the Devil on the head, the demon feeling herself starting to purr- Though relentless resisted it.

The old woman sniffed the air, pulling her hand away and covering her nose.

“Ugh, smells like someone needs a bath.” She placed her hands on her hips.

The Devil’s eyes widened. She knew she should’ve taken the time to get her bath before leaving- But she was just so antsy to get her hands on Cuphead’s soul.

“Now, come here.” The old woman went to pick the Devil up, the demon scurrying off the bed and heading to the door- still of all fours.

Realizing she could walk on two legs, she stood and opened the door, just before the old woman got ahold of her.

“It’s ok, it’s just a bath.” The woman said gently, walking off towards the bathroom.

Trying to wriggle out of the woman’s iron grip, the Devil found that the woman was much stronger than she appeared- Even if she was just holding the demon bridal-style.

Even so, the Devil fought to get free, hissing and screaming like- Well, a cat. Even attempting to scratch the woman.

“Now, now, Mr. Meow-Meow, we need to get you cleaned!” She dropped the demon in the water with a splash.

Sloshing around and up from the water, the Devil gasped for air. She was sure her mascara and eyeliner was running, making her look absolutely atrocious. Looking at her now soaked hair and outfit, a low growl grew from the back of her throat. Opening her mouth to say something- And blow her cover- She was stopped by the old woman using a brush to clean her back.

Her anger being quite literally washed away, she slowly relaxed and enjoyed getting her bath. Though it was missing the cucumbers and her facial beauty treatments, it would suffice.

After all, it wasn’t every day that someone willingly washed the part of the Devil’s back she couldn’t reach for her. So this was definitely a welcomed surprise. Sighing and sinking into the bath, she accepted her fate.

After all, she’d be getting that bratty girl’s soul for all of this, right?

“Me-ow~”

The old woman dumped a bucket of water over the Devil to rinse off the soap, making the demon growl.

“Alright, Mr. Meow-Meow, step on out so I can dry you off.”

Doing as she was told, the Devil stepped out of the bath, getting down on her hands and kneed once more. Though rather than giving the woman a chance to dry her off with the towel, the Devil shook off the water.

“Hey! No! Bad kitty!” The woman shielded herself with the towel before throwing it over the demon, quickly drying her while the Devil fought against it.

Once done, the Devil growled at her reflection. Her hair was already so fluffy and hard to deal with-But was now even more fuzzy and shaggy. Desperately trying to brush it down, she looked to the old woman walking out the doorway.

“Here kitty, kitty!” She patted her thigh to get the ‘cat’ to follow her.

Shaking her head, the Devil did as she was told, following the woman into a bedroom, presumably hers. Reaching into a sewing kit, the woman found a pink ribbon and knelt down, tying it around the Devil’s neck.

Looking even more ridiculous, the Devil scoffed at this. Uncomfortably adjusting it so it wasn’t so tight, she wished there was an easier was to get what she wanted.

“Oh, my little Mr. Meow-Meow is so handsome!”

The elder woman cupped the demon’s face and nuzzled her nose against the Devil’s before giving her a smooch on the forehead. Her ears twitching at the sudden act of affection. A small, genuine small stretched across her face.

She wasn’t aware what had came over her to do this, but she leaned forward nuzzled the woman’s hand. She then sat up on all fours, brushing against the woman’s dress and apron-much like an actual cat would do.

“Awe, Mr. Meow-Meow~ You’re such a sweet little kitty. Except you’re not little, you’re a big kitty.” The woman gave the Devil scritches on the top of the head, the demon barely holding back her purring. “Come on, now.” The woman began walking out again, the Devil following without an invitation this time.

Downstairs, the old woman sat in her chair, patting her lap for her ‘kitty’, the Devil jumping on her lap and getting comfortable with a sigh. The woman pet her hair, the demon yawning and sleepily blinking- Letting herself finally purr while in pure bliss.

🐈‍⬛ 🐈‍⬛ 🐈‍⬛

“So I said, you can take your nickel and you can stick it right…” Cuphead opened the door for her and her sister to enter, stopping in their tracks at the sight. Blinking, they looked at each other as if they were both going insane.

Elder Kettle was home, asleep in her chair, though that wasn’t the concerning part. Atop her lap, was the Devil herself. Though it didn’t look like Elder Kettle was in any trouble. In fact, the Devil seemed to be relaxing, her hair nice and fluffy, as if just given a bath. A pink bow was around her neck, and she was curled up and licking her hand with her snake-like tongue- Like a cat.

The girls looked at each other blinked once more, hesitantly making their presence known by Mugma’am clearing her throat.

The Devil stopped, midway through giving her hand another lick. Her eyes flew open, the girls and her exchanging looks for a moment.

Cuphead snorted, covering her mouth to avoid laughing. Mugma’am doing similar, though was much more subtle. After glancing at each other once more, the two girls lost it, and began loudly laughing at the Devil acting like a cat.

[merakiui]

Okay but like, imagine you run out of body wash with the Kazuha/Scara roomates and you have to use one of theirs.. I imagine them getting jealous depending on who's you decide to use, unless they share ofc. I just had this thought since I just showered, SIDE NOTE my bodywash literally smells so amazing.. Its like cherries

YES!! Something about this idea is just so good because now you smell like him. It’s almost like he’s marked you in a way… 👀

If you use Kazuha’s body wash, which has a faint smell of the sea breeze and hints of cucumber, he’ll recognize it at once. One sniff and he automatically realizes that you used his body wash. And he’s not complaining! In fact he likes it when you use his stuff. He’ll always be happy to share, so if you ever wanted to use his soap again all you’d have to do is ask. He definitely writes about this in his diary because he’s over the moon with happiness. You smell like him now. It was his body wash you chose! That must mean you like the scent and the idea of smelling like him. Maybe he’ll give you one of his sweaters so that you can wear it and smell even more like him.

Of course that would make Scara jealous and he’s very clear about it, scoffing when you compliment how nice Kazuha’s body wash smells or thanking him when he tells you you’re free to use it whenever you want. You don’t even have to worry about buying your own body wash again; just use Kazuha’s!

Scara’s body wash isn’t as subtle as Kazuha’s. It’s actually rather fruity (he claims he bought the wrong one, but you and Kazuha know better). If you used his he would also know right away because of how good it smells. It’s so different from Kazuha’s, so Scara knows when it’s on you. It’s not like he’s deliberately smelling you, but if you were to walk past him after your shower he’d definitely smell it. And he’s very proud that you decided to use his over Kazuha’s. As childish as it may seem, he feels superior to know that you prefer his body wash. Even if you grabbed the first one you saw, it still means you chose his in the end.

Unlike Scara, whose jealousy can be felt in waves, Kazuha’s is concealed very well. You’ll never know he’s jealous until he actually says he is and even then it’s hard to think that the good-natured Kazuha could ever feel envious of Scara. Kazuha’s a little more sensitive when he’s jealous. His answers are more curt and are meant to end the conversation swiftly. He’ll sulk a bit as he falls deeper into this foul mood. Kazuha tries his best not to show it and he’ll always smile for you so that you won’t worry about him. Although maybe it’s better if you fret over his well-being. It’ll give him more time with you and it’ll show Scara that even when he’s feeling jealous he’s still able to wrap you around his finger. And he looks cute while doing it!

It doesn’t matter whose body wash you end up using. They’ll still get jealous either way.