#kit liquidi

[re-termination]

✿ Fear not, Dear expendable

Platonic - Sebastian Solace x GN! Reader

Notes- This was ripped directly from my Ao3, but I wasn't satisfied with how it was written, so here's the reworked version where sebastians' character feels more natural. The original was written before the friendly fire update and has since been taken down.

Word count: 1,736

Door 45…

Door 46…

You were almost there. Almost there to Sebastian's makeshift shop. You were at your wits end and desperately needed a break before heading back to your main objective. Being down here worsened your paranoia. You most definitely didn't need a surprise attack from an angler right now.

So many injuries yet no med kit in sight. Hell, not even any data. You had dropped your backpack filled with data and your flashlight a couple of doors back because of some stupid void mass. “Stupid, how stupid this all is," you thought. Even if you made it to Sebastian's shop, you wouldn't even be able to afford a med kit.

Door 47… is pitch dark. Suddenly you were hyper aware of every sound. You weren't afraid of the dark, really, but coming here changed everything. There were monsters out to get you and you just couldn't afford a slip up. With your heartbeat accelerating and paranoia kicking up, you started walking slowly with your arms stretched out in front of you.

To say you were scared was an understatement. You would drop down onto the floor if it wasn't for the eerie sounds of the facility and faint screams from other expendables in rooms farther away from you. The idea of death and dying alone was starting to get to your head. You needed to walk faster.

You didn't care feeling around the room for drawers with data in them. You just needed to see some form of light again. But upon finding the door, you discovered a new problem. A keycard was needed to proceed. Just your luck, really. Turning around, you began to feel around for that damn keycard. It was too dark to see so naturally you tripped over a random electric cable and smacked your forehead against whatever was in front of you.

“Great, just great really.” The impact of the fall hurt your knees and face and boy did it take everything in you to not let a whimper of pain escape you. Now sporting new injuries, you slowly picked yourself up and touched whatever was in front of you. A desk! And would you look at that? It also has the keycard needed to proceed! Maybe your luck wasn't so bad after all. Keycard in hand, you traced back your steps and found the door to the next room once again.

And voila door…48. Another pitch black room. Yet again you couldn't see a damn thing and mentally scolded yourself for dropping your flashlight. Standing idle in fear wasn't going to do anything, so you trudged on.

Has the dark always been this frightening? When did it all go wrong anyway? You just wanted to see the light again. The sun's light. Everything down here seemed out to get you. Everything you couldn't see only scared you. You kept dying and coming back, even death didn't want you.

When will this all end…?

With your jumbled thoughts getting louder and louder you failed to realize there was something emerging from the wall. You just kept walking, in hopes of at least seeing the facility's lights again.

…Door 49

Whatever God was watching you must've been laughing. Yet again another dark room. Your breathing was getting more inconsistent. Your chest was starting to heart from the constant thumping of your heart and irregular breathing. You couldn't calm yourself down even if you tried harder.

You needed to pick up the pace. To get out of here.

With that you started dashing to find the door. Your footsteps are heavy but quick. You hear something but brush it off as the sound of your own footsteps. That thought quickly disappeared as soon as you heard something behind you. It sounded disgusting and almost liquidy. The sound of whatever was behind you made your stomach churn and you didn't dare to look back. Too horrified to think logically, you kept running, almost tripping on your own feet.

The room seemed so big. The idea of dying here was taking over most of your thoughts to the point of crying. To make this situation any worse, you could hear the screaming of Pinkie making its way to the room you were in.

Too dark to search for a locker and getting chased by two entities???

Run faster. Run faster.

You just needed to make it to Sebastian's shop to be safe right? Would he laugh at you for looking pathetic? You couldn't give a damn what he thought. Surely whatever remaining humanity he has can sympathize with you. Right?

“Need to stock up?”

Speaking of the devil! You never felt more glad to hear that fish bastard than now. You may dislike Sebastian, but you needed to get away from Pinkie and whatever the hell was chasing you.

With pained grunts, you crouched and quickly crawled through the vent. You could hear Pinkie advancing but what about that other thing?

“Ahh it's y-” Sebastian was quickly cut off when he saw you dashing to… hide behind him? You quickly duck down, close your eyes and cover your ears. Like clockwork, you feel the room shake a bit from Pinkie passing by.

Just as you were about to move from your spot, Sebastian held you down in your spot and covered your eyes with his 3rd hand. With that, you heard a gunshot. Your breath hitched and you started shaking again.

“What a mess” Sebastian grumbled as he put his shotgun away.

You came into his shop and even brought a wall dweller with you. Hell, you even made him use a bullet on a monster you could've easily scared off. He's going to let you have a piece of his mind. Or so he wanted to. He let go of you but you just clung onto him. This action made him flinch. He wasn't very fond of touch after all.

“Shaking like a leaf, how pathetic you are.” The audacity to even get near him knowing he could kill you at point blank.

He could never tell what was going on in your mind but right now, it was pretty clear what you were feeling. Here you were trembling with tears sliding down your face. And would you look at that you also managed to hurt yourself a good amount.

He wasn't sure what to do with you. But he guessed he could start off with helping you get all patched up. He could just leave you alone, but he wasn't that rude to customers like that didn't anger him.

“Hey ‘friend’, I'm going to help you out a bit alright. Free of charge may I add, but this is a one time thing!” You were unresponsive to him but he still took that as a ‘yes go ahead’. He gently lifted you up by your arms and sat you down on the desk next to him. Grabbing the medkit on his tail he quickly got to work.

-

“There. Good as new! You should really get going though.”

While Sebastian was patching you up, you calmed down a bit. He was too focused on helping you that he didn't realize you were staring at him the whole time. ‘Huh guess he's not that much of an asshole.’ In your fit of panic, you didn't realize Sebastian moved you from the spot that was behind him. Now you were sitting on a desk while he finished up cleaning up the materials he used to help you out.

Sebastian, while snarky at times, acknowledged what you were going through. He didn't want you to see what was following you, yet anyway, so he positioned himself to block your view from seeing the wall dweller corpse on the ground by the vent. Maybe he'll pick it up and see if other expendables will buy it since it seemed like they'd buy just about anything.

Right. You needed to thank him. You really wanted to thank him for helping you but couldn't get the words to come out of your mouth. Guess you're still in a bit of a daze.

Watching you struggle with trying to speak, he let out a heavy sigh. “Change of plans then.”

He moved into a better position to lay down but also block your view that was the vent to get into his shop. You'll see the horrors later so he'll spare you just this once.

“Listen friend, you can rest here. Don't worry about your gear detonating, you'll be fine.” He pointed to the scrambler on his back to answer the question you were about to ask.

Sebastian may tower over you and have the power to kill you, but he chooses to let you rest while he keeps guard over you. It feels so warm. You may have disliked Sebastian earlier, but now? Hm you'll ask him later about his actions towards you. Right now you really did need to rest. Not the most comfortable of places but you didn't want to ask Sebastian if he could accommodate you so you could rest easier.

-

“Out like a light.” He sighed. You didn't look very comfortable sleeping on top of a desk, but that's the best he could do for now. He hated when expendables touched or even got too close to him but he supposed he could make exceptions for others like you but at a hefty price, of course. Maybe once he's more comfortable in your presence, he'll let you rest against this tail.

As for what happened this run, Sebastian had his reasons to help you out there. A dead customer isn't very useful after all.

No, that's not it.

He helped you maybe because that look of fear on your face struck a distant memory from his past. Seeing you panic stricken like that wasn't something new, even to him. That expression on your face reminded him of the times he got experimented on for the first time.

With a shake of his head, he brought a claw up to your head and gently poked you. From this angle, he realized just how fragile a human can be.

After a bit of staring at you to make sure you were asleep he tugged on the esca on his head to turn off the light. He'll clean the mess in his shop later. Right now he'll just keep watch and make sure you sleep soundly.

“Stupid expendable.”

[mareshop]

La tua Check List per le vacanze subacquee

Stai programmando un viaggio per le feste? Una vacanza subacquea è perfetta per rilassarsi dopo un anno impegnativo e con lo stress di tutto ciò che precede il Natale.

Ciò che può davvero rendere la tua vacanza indimenticabile è raggiungere il luogo di immersione dei tuoi sogni e avere tutto il necessario in valigia.

Ovviamente puoi noleggiare facilmente quel che hai dimenticato direttamente al diving, ma questo non lo rende meno fastidioso.

Per questo abbiamo scritto una check list delle cose più importanti da preparare e organizzare prima di partire per la tua prossima vacanza subacquea!

PRIMA DI FARE I BAGAGLI

Controllare la temperatura attuale dell'acqua nel luogo in cui farai immersioni, questo ti aiuta a scegliere cosa portare: muta umida o semi-stagna, pinne a cinghiolo e calzari oppure solo pinne a scarpetta, guanti, cappuccio o anche sottomuta.

Controlla l'ultima revisione dei tuoi erogatori e GAV. Prova tutta l'attrezzatura prima di partire, soprattutto se è nuova. Un guasto in vacanza... non è divertente!

Controlla che la tua borsa da viaggio sia pulita e che non sia incrostata di sale. Lubrifica bene le zip in modo che non si incastrino o, peggio, si aprano durante il viaggio. Inoltre, è abbastanza leggera? Potrebbe essere il momento adatto per investire in una borsa da viaggio più leggera.

Contrassegna la tua attrezzatura subacquea: su una barca da sub tutto sembra uguale e scambiare la tua attrezzatura nuova con altra vecchia di anni non è il massimo!

I FONDAMENTALI

Brevetto sub / tessera e log book

Assicurazione subacquea / contatti in caso di emergenza.

Emergency kit – e.g. O rings, cinghia di ricambio per pinne o maschera, grasso al silicone, fascette per cavi, batteria di ricambio per il computer subacqueo, boccaglio, clip e moschettoni per gli accessori.

L'ATTREZZATURA SUBACQUEA

Maschera, calzari, pinne e boccaglio

Erogatore e octopus

Manometro, profondimetro, bussola e/o computer subacqueo

GAV / tasche pesi

Muta / sottomuta, rashguard, cappuccio (se serve)

Torcia subacquea (con bracciale e moschettone)

Fotocamera, custodia subacquea e caricatore

Guanti (se servono)

Accessori per la sicurezza: fischietto, luce di segnalazione, pedagno.

CONSIGLI PER LA VALIGIA

Metti sempre il GAV sul fondo, quindi aprirlo e posiziona la muta all'interno delle cinghie.

Se non porti gli erogatori nel bagaglio a mano, avvolgili all'interno della muta e mettili al centro della borsa per massimizzare la protezione. In alternativa, usa una borsa porta erogatori per proteggerli.

Usare una scatola per maschere è un'ottima opzione come scatola per il kit di emergenza: è compatta, resistente, impermeabile e tiene tutto in un unico posto.

Tieni con te il tuo computer subacqueo. È piccolo e prezioso e, a seconda del modello, può essere anche indossato come orologio durante il viaggio.

I lucchetti sono molto utili. Ricordati di chiudere la borsa con un lucchetto, per disincentivare le esplorazioni non gradite.

FONDAMENTALI ‘NON-DIVING’

Passaporto e portafoglio

Visto (se richiesto)

Biglietti aerei ed eventuali voucher per alloggi e immersioni

Lucchetti/chiavi per i bagagli

Vaccinazioni e farmaci (se servono)

Itinerario e una fotocopia del passaporto (da conservare separatamente dal passaporto)

Denaro (contanti in valuta locale, carte di credito, ecc.)

Avvisa la banca del viaggio per evitare che la carta di credito venga bloccata quando viene utilizzata in un paese straniero.

CHECKLIST NON SUBACQUEA

Impermeabile/ giacca a vento

Maglione/ felpa con cappuccio (per la sera o per riscaldarsi dopo un'immersione)

Scarpe comode per camminare

Protezione solare: occhiali da sole, cappello e crema solare

Un sacco stagno (serve sempre!)

Ciabatte da doccia!

Qualcosa da leggere

Necessaire per il bagno (ricorda: in aereo il limite per i liquidi e confezionali in un sacchetto di plastica per evitare perdite in valigia o nel bagaglio a mano)

PER I FOTOGRAFI

Prima di partire, fai una prova di allestimento di tutta l'attrezzatura, in modo da sapere che c'è tutto e che non manca nulla. Inoltre, assicurati di caricare tutta l'attrezzatura prima del viaggio.

Fotocamera e custodia

Videocamera e custodia

Grandangolo e teleobiettivo

Detergente e panno per lenti

Grasso per gli oring, bustine per l'umidità

Lampade e caricatori

Memory cards

Ricambi – batterie, led, lampade etc.

Con questa checklist, prepararti per la tua prossima vacanza subacquea sarà un gioco da ragazzi! E se ti manca qualcosa, sul nostro shop online trovi tutto quello che ti serve. Buon viaggio con Mareshop!

[monopoly-mountain-requests]

Recipe kit for a QSMP Tommy fictive for the field collective!

Little note, for the recipes that require you to melt candy/chocolate, you can do that in a microwave! Just put your chocolate chips or candy melts in a microwave safe bowl and microwave them until they’re nice and liquidy, and then go from there!

Butterscotch haystacks (you can use chocolate chips instead of butterscotch chips if you like!)

Sweet and salty trail mix

Jello popsicles

S’more pops (replace crushed graham crackers with sprinkles for a more fun and colorful snack!)

Rainbow Spritzer (You can use different fruits if any of the ones in this recipe are a bad texture or taste experience!)

I hope you enjoy!

[dollsonmain]

So. Now I'm waiting for those table cloths to dry.

I have at least one more doll that needs a little wig tape, but didn't feel like trying to wrangle two dolls that were dropping their wigs and one Customize Figure Kit that was tossing body parts all at once.

.... wait I think I remember this tape got liquidy and gooey and that's why I THOUGHT these already had tape but they don't...

I don't remember exactly...

I ought to buy up a ton of silicone headcaps.

[loveluxorlovejezabel]

september 11th, Monday,

administered demowrmer around 8 - 10 pm

using old weights of kittens, NOT the most current weights.

researching adverse reaction symptoms to fendendazole. researching side effects with said drug and what the course of treatment should look like in patients. -personal note during attempts at research it is hard to focus as writer of this is very afraid and unsafe, feeling unsafe and in danger of unknown duration.

current status of reactions to medications are uknown, the sympotoms the kittens all seem to be experiencing now are incredibly watery diarrhea, they produce puddles. the puddles have a reddish, blood and orange colored wateriness to them all. while the consistency is smoothish as a liquid but looks grainy. the colors are very much so greenish, and or orange. monsoon was the first to shows symptoms of green hued diarrhea with definitely grainy looking specks of blood, in lumpy very wet piles. now the consistency is not lumpy at all, still becomes a pile but is flat in a puddle as it is very very liquidy as well as seeming like a highly blended paste. all kittens are sharing mulptile litter boxes and there are still some semi and also almost normal shapped and textured poops, but the puddles of diarrha have incerased every single day for at least the last 10 days. monsoon has experienced the diarrhea symptoms the longest and i cannot remember exactly when his diarrhea started. i did not note this specifically anywhere, reference may be found in videos ive taken of the kits but i honeslty dont know if i ever referenced it in video, only to the other human caretaker and that is not a reliable source of dating these events. will update as possible.

[sroloc--elbisivni]

this stuff

Wal-Dryl itch relief cream, which lives in the same travel kit as my toothpaste and has a tantalizingly familiar shape. i thought ‘hm this toothpaste got weirdly liquidy from the airplane’ because again seven hour flight. i was stupid. i realized about four seconds after I started brushing but my lips did go numb

post seven hour plane ride: watched everything everywhere all at once and wept through the last half hour of it, wrote some stuff that i barely remember writing and will be very excited to read and rediscover hours, initially brushed my teeth with knockoff benadryl anti itch cream and numbed my lips because i grabbed the wrong tube from travel bags, and i have work in six hours and ten minutes. goodnight all.

[books-tea-and-craze-blog]

Bisogna sapere viaggiare

Nei miei anni di vagabondaggio ho capito una cosa fondamentale: bisogna sapere viaggiare. Da qui la necessità di scrivere una guida pratica per viaggiatori bevendo un infuso di ibisco e rosa. Un vademecum frutto della mia personale esperienza che spero possa essere utile per rendere più piacevole qualunque tipo di viaggio, schematizzato ed arricchito di aneddoti affinché la lettura risulti scorrevole, chiara e piacevole.

• Ricordarsi che per quanto tutto possa essere organizzato gli imprevisti capitano e bisogna affrontarli senza mai scoraggiarsi o demoralizzarsi. Spesso un piano di riserva è indispensabile (ricordo ancora i vari biglietti di ingresso di mostre ed esposizioni fatte on line di cui ho portato, per un eccesso di zelo, sia la versione cartacea che quella digitale) ma la cosa migliore è saper improvvisare quando possibile, modificando velocemente i nostri piani iniziali in base alle necessità. • Cercare di avere un bagaglio leggero: se ci sono dubbi meglio una cosa in meno che in più, in questi anni mi sono resa che nella maggior parte dei casi portavo con me cose inutili, di cui non ne avevo bisogno. Una felpa o un maglione anche in estate va bene per ogni imprevisto, portarsi dietro l’intero guardaroba invernale è un’esagerazione. In ogni caso se qualcosa dovesse servire si può sempre acquistare sul luogo, nel mio ultimo viaggio a causa di giornate particolarmente calde ne ho approfittato per comprare qualche maglietta nuova (tra l’altro tutte ispirate a “la Bella e la Bestia”). • Scegliere il bagaglio giusto in base a dove si deve andare, a quali mezzi si devono prendere e soprattutto in base a cosa ci si porta dietro. Io ho un intero kit viaggio di Carpisa regalatomi anni fa dalla mia migliore amica composto da trolley grande, beauty-case, trolley piccola e borsone, un regalo che negli anni si è rivelato utilissimo permettendomi di scegliere il bagaglio migliore in base alle necessità del momento, a questi vanno aggiunti la mia borsa da viaggio, sempre di Carpisa, regalo invece di mio padre per il mio primo viaggio da sola ed il mio zaino Eastpak che è con me dai tempi del liceo. Discorso a parte sono poi le borse per reflex e pc o per attrezzature particolari. Nel primo caso ho optato per una tracolla imbottita presa da Amazon che in genere diventa la borsa in cui tengo tutti gli apparecchi elettronici: cellulare, tablet, pendrive, memory card, power bank, carica batterie e cavi vari, e ovviamente la reflex. Nel secondo caso invece la cosa migliore è uno zaino imbottito, a causa del peso del computer, infatti, la tracolla risulta scomoda soprattutto se si dovrà camminare parecchio a piedi (cosa che imparai a mie spese durante gli anni universitari, la borsa fu una pessima scelta). • Controllare sempre prima di partire che il vostro bagaglio rispetti sempre le dimensioni ed il peso che la compagnia con cui avete scelto di partire vi consente di portare, eviterete così spiacevoli inconvenienti come il dover pagare in più per il vostro bagaglio. • Consultare sempre una guida locale prima di partire per sapere cosa si può o non si può portare (Samantha Jones docet) in modo da rispettare sempre i luoghi che visitate. • Discorso a parte va fatto per il beauty-case, croce e delizia di molti viaggiatori. Anche qua vige la regola del viaggiare leggero, il mio è composto davvero da poche cose e si riduce al kit per i liquidi preso sempre da Carpisa, e a pochi altri accessori. In particolare trovo indispensabile avere con me una crema solare, un sapone neutro, un buon deodorante, dell’aloe, del burro di karité, uno shampoo, un balsamo, le lacrime artificiali, un dentifricio, uno spazzolino, la Tangle Teezer compact, un pettine a denti larghi, una pinzetta, uno struccante, una bb cream leggera, un balsamo labbra, una matita e un mascara. In passato avevo anche un piccolo kit unghie ma optando per lo smalto semi-permanente è diventato del tutto superfluo. Quando possibile, ma non sempre, e mi concedo il lusso di portare qualcosa in più, aggiungo delle matite labbra e occhi e una palette Pupa che contiene un po’ di tutto oltre a qualche crema in più come l’anticellulite o quella all’ossido di zinco. Un altro modo per rendere il bagaglio più leggero è quello di usare dei campioncini oppure accessori usa e getta, che in linea generale non mi fanno impazzire perché trovo che inquinino troppo per i miei gusti ma ammetto che in alcuni casi possano essere una salvezza. Valida poi l’alternativa proposta da molte aziende cosmetiche ovvero quella di creare delle mini taglie dei vari prodotti che sono al di sotto dei 100 ml e, per chi è affetto da shopping compulsivo come me, sono pure un modo per provare prodotti diversi. • Dividere portafogli e portadocumenti può facilitare notevolmente le partenze soprattutto in aeroporto quando il controllo di carta d’identità e carta d’imbarco avviene ad ogni step, in più è una sorta di piano b, pensate di riuscire a perdere o a farvi rubare sia portafogli che portadocumenti? Improbabile quindi per ogni eventualità meglio tenere sempre comunque un documento (nel mio caso è la patente) nel portafogli e pochi spicchi comunque in borsa, per le emergenze. Comoda pure l’opzione agenda e portadocumenti per chi, ancora, usa il cartaceo, io oramai tendo a fare tutto con il tablet, quindi, per me, sarebbe un peso in più inutile. • Durante il viaggio cerchiamo di stare comodi, utile, quando possibile, vestire casual: capelli legati, niente trucco e tenuta sportiva, portando con me un piccolo cuscino ed una sciarpa di grandi dimensioni che può diventare un piccolo lenzuolo in caso di necessità. Se il viaggio dura poi parecchie ore è utile ogni tanto alzarsi per sgranchire le gambe. • Infine avere un passatempo durante il viaggio è sempre di aiuto per non annoiarsi, io spesso leggo ma si può tranquillamente vedere un film, ascoltare musica, disegnare, giocare con vari dispositivi elettronici, insomma sono diverse le attività da potere fare.

Detto ciò godetevi appieno ogni esperienza, non abbiate mai paura dell’ignoto perché ogni viaggio è un’avventura che ci potrà solo arricchire.

Stefania.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety (Virgil x Roman)

Word Count: 9841 Words

Summary: Roman goes into the Imagination after the events of POF but he runs too far. Can the others find him before it's too late?

Warnings: Eye Trauma, Injury,  Blood, Permanent Injury, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Notes: I might make a part 2 but I don’t know.

Shatter Me

Roman loved going into the Imagination and roaming around, the freedom to do whatever he wants and go wherever he wants. It also let him do things he couldn't do around the other sides like spar with his katana and visit Remus and Janus.

So he set out to his part of the Imagination first, cheering himself up with the beautiful meadows and he helped a small snake across the road and a short lecture to stay safe and not get hurt.

He then continued along his way through the Imagination with a small friend following him. Roman eventually stopped and picked up the small snakeling and it curled happily around his shoulders and he continued walking while talking to the small animal.

"So Virgil's been really nice lately. I think we're finally getting along and I really like him. I hope he likes me too." The snake flicked its tongue against his face like a cat grooming its owner. "I suppose you need a name? How about Romy?" The snake blepped at him and he smiled, pet over its side, feeling over the smooth, beautiful scales. "Romy it is."

They continued travelling, Roman telling Romy of his woes with the other sides right now until Roman stopped, noticing the sky had gone grey. Was it about to rain? Oh well, he wasn't going home just yet. He kept walking into the darkness until he found himself in the middle of a forest and realized what happened.

He had walked right into the dark side of the mind. He walked right into the dark side of the Imagination without so much as his sword for protection and he couldn't summon it here, inside of the Monster's Forest and he could hear the monsters that resides here, some howling, others growling, a few rattles and scrapes and screeches. And he was alone with Romy and no weapon.

He slowly, quietly, tried to find the path he'd come on but there was no indication of which way he'd come from or where he could escape. He stuck his head from the brush to look for a way out and got a slash across his eyes for his efforts. He stumbled back, hands over his eyes and holding them as he felt blood? tears? something warm and liquidy in his hands.

And he swore he was opening his eyes even though it hurt but nothing came through them. Romy hissed softly, cuddling to him, comforting him or at least trying to. Roman pet him, his only indication this was real right now and started crying. It would be too long before anyone found him, he'd die here.

"Wait, wait, wait. My baby brother is what?" Remus asked Janus again.

"I need to go into the Monster's Forest. I've been scouring the Imagination but there's only so many places he could be and the last place I need to search still is the Monster's Forest." Janus explained.

"I'm sure he's probably at his castle right now, moping because his ego was hurt." Remus told his boyfriend.

"Virgil checked there first, he's not there." Janus told him.

"Wha-"

"He has to be in the Forest, Remus, but I need your help to get him. It's been a month, Remus. I'm scared. What if something happened to him?" Remus' somber grimace greeted him when Janus finally managed to look up at him.

"Then we'll get him. Bring extra weapons, those things are vicious." Remus warned him.

Not a half hour later, they were at the entrance to the Monster's forest, Virgil, Logan, and Patton alongside so they had more people to search more area, weapons drawn and ready to fight whatever was in there.

"If we talk inside, it'll lead us to the center on the path where they can't hurt us. Don't step off the path, don't stop talking." Remus warned them.

They went about talking, Janus and Remus of their upcoming quest plans, Logan and Patton of their ideas to help Thomas focus, Virgil talking to himself quietly about his feelings about Roman. They eventually emerged into the circle of the forest, the dead center, which had a small grassy field surrounded by a tangled line of trees and foliage.

They didn't quite expect to see a bone-thin version of their friend mumbling to himself, or, rather, to the snake on his shoulders. Said snake slithered from his companion and to the closest side, Remus, to pull him closer, biting at the fabric of his pants and trying its hardest to drag him over.

"Romy?" Roman whispered. Romy let go to care for Roman, rubbing against him affectionately and seeming to tell him it was safe right now.

"Roman?" Remus asked, kneeling before him and ghosting his hands around his shoulders.

"Remus?" Roman asked back, reaching out for him, hands hitting Remus' chest and grasped on. "Remus, you came." Roman began sobbing.

"We all did, Roman." Remus alerted him.

"Everyone's here?" Roman asked.

"Yes, Ro, can't you see us?" Patton asked.

"I can't. One of the monsters. It...It scratched my eyes when I tried to leave." Remus hugged him close, protectively so, and Romy slithered onto Roman's shoulders, keeping him company again, protecting him.

"How did you survive here for a month?" Logan asked.

"You won't like it." Roman warned.

"Roman, are you okay?" Janus asked softly.

"I think so?" Roman answered unsurely.

"Remus, we need to leave, it's going to start getting dark soon." Virgil warned him, gently taking Roman, letting Romy crawl from Roman's shoulders to his own in the process of getting Roman settled in his arms. Virgil was concerned by how little his friend felt like he weighed.

"Okay. It's harder getting out so everyone tire this rope around you." Reus alerted everyone tying everyone to the rope. "We all guard Virgil no matter what. He can't fight. Virgil called bullshit. Virgil let his cloud-like aura manifest itself like a shield around him and Roman, impenetrable. "Nevermind, that works too. Again, keep talking, it should let us out if we all keep talking. Jan, talk to the new snake friend, keep him communicating." Remus reminded the snake-like side.

"Hey Ro, I'm really glad to have you back, everything's been so boding without you. I've missed you a lot." Virgil prompted Roman to talk.

"I thought I would die out here."

"I wouldn't let that happen. I made everyone search."

"But why do you care? I'm just a good-for-nothing price that can't even do his job."

"You're not. You're amazing and I'm sorry I've never said anything before but Roman, you matter and I'm sorry if I ever make you feel like you don't because you matter so much to me and I can't stand to see you hurt or unhappy."

"I matter to you?"

"Matter? Roman, I'm in love with you. Roman, I love you, of course you matter to me." Virgil sighed as they stepped from the forest and Remus counted all six of them and Romy, all seven, perfect.

"You love me?" Roman asked.

"So much." Virgil whispered, letting down his aura to calm himself and he had to hand Roman quickly off to Logan and took a few deep breaths to regain his strength and composure.

"Vee? Ae you okay?" Patton asked.

"I'm fine, I just... I had to protect Roman." Janus then noticed the blood spot forming on Virgil's right leg, his jeans ripped with three claw marks down the side from his hip to his knee all the way down his thigh.

"Virgil?" Roman asked as Virgil sat on the ground, breathing deeply.

"I'm okay. Nothing deadly. Just a little scratch." Patton would have scolded him if he wasn't downplaying it for Roman's sake.

"Remus, Roman, why don't you two go with Romy and clean up, I'm sure Roman needs a bath after a month in that dirty place." Patton told the twins.

"Sure, Pops." Remus began carrying Roman to the dark side house, Romy wrapped around Remus' neck now.

Virgil gritted his teeth as Janus had to bite anti-venom into him, nearly screamed actually, at the teeth impaled in his already venom-inflicted skin. But this was good, he could still feel it so no nerve damage had been done.

"I'm sorry." Janus told him, spitting out his blood onto the ground, nearly throwing up at the bitter, sour, burned sugar taste in his mouth of the venom that wouldn't affect him.

Actually, now that it was all he could focus on, he did throw up into the grass, Patton rubbing his back just as much as he was holding Vigil's had as Logan came running back with a first aid kit apologizing as he wriggled Virgil from his ripped jeans and began tending to the finally stemmed wounds.

Virgil would have been freaking out if he hadn't lost so much blood, but a few needles and some stitches meant basically nothing to him in his lightheaded, dizzy, dazing state of blood loss. So, even after nearly a hundred stitches, he was virtually unfazed.

Logan helped him into clean, not ripped jeans and helped him back to the dark side home as well where they found Roman and Remus in the living room with Romy, who was getting right along with Remus' pet possum, Pumpkin. Roman was telling Remus what he and Romy did to survive a month stranded in there with no way out.

"Romy brought me food. Well, his kind of food. But it was enough." Patton grimaced at the idea and Janus was already busy trying to quietly find something in the kitchen that would get rid of the taste still in his mouth from the venom.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Remus asked.

"If it's not any trouble." Roman whispered.

"Of cours, it isn't any trouble. I wanna feed my hungry baby brother! I won't even put anything weird in this time!" Remus told him.

"Thank you, Remus." Roman hugged him. Logan set Virgil next to Roman.

"Virge? Is that you?" Roman asked.

"It's me, my prince." Virgil told him, hugging to him.

"Are you sure that you're okay?" Roman asked.

"I'll be fine. Janus gave me some anti-venom and Logan stitched me up good so I'll be better in no time. It's you I'm worried about. You haven't even opened your eyes."

"It's ugly. They're scarred now. They shouldn't be open."

"I'm sure they're not ugly. They're a part of you. No part of you can be ugly, you're too gorgeous to be even remotely ugly." Virgil assured him. Slowly, Roman opened his clouded milky white eyes and Virgil held his face gently.

"Beautiful." Virgil alerted him

"They're ugly and they didn't heal right." Roman told him.

"Well, you won't see, I can't fix that. But I can make them look normal again if it bothers you so much." Logan told him.

"Please?" Roman requested. Logan put his hand over Roman's eyes and a healing blue light flashed before Roman's eyes were their old bright green, though with clouded milky pupils but they looked normal, no scar at all.

"Do I look okay?" Roman asked.

"As handsome as ever. Not that you weren't before." Virgil told him.

"I'm really tired." Roman alerted the other sides.

"Drink this and you can rest." Remus told him, handing him a warm bowl of soup, Virgil supporting his wrists and helping him hold the heavy bowl.

Once Roman drank the chicken based broth, he fell asleep against Virgil and Janus, who had settled next to him to check him over for any bites or scratches from the monsters.

Roman felt safe. He was home.

Taglist: @yeet-ceit​ @sneaky-slytherin​ @punk-academian-witch​

[haunted-by-catholic-guilt]

See How the Cracked Moon Climbs High

He felt Martin crouch in front of him and take his hand, Jon hissed with pain and Martin quietly apologized, before unraveling the soiled bandage further and gasping quietly.

“Jon, what happened?”

He tried to tell him, but all he could do was mumble, words not coming out correctly.

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Friday TMA H/C Week!

Prompts I Used- Hiding Pain/Injury

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Jon’s hand was burning.

Which was fair, saying his hand did get burned, but it wasn’t the same kind of burning as when it started.

He was in the institute, at his desk, he was pretty sure, but he wasn’t absolutely sure.

Burning, he was burning, his skin was on fire but his blood was cold, that didn’t seem right.

He looked at his hand, it was wrapped but bright red was edging outside of the bandage and it was red with blood.

He should look at it, right?

He began to unravel the sloppily applied bandage, and it was about halfway off when Tim opened his door without knocking and he quickly whipped his exposed hand behind his back.

“Need you to look these over.”

Jon nodded, or he thought he did, but apparently, he didn’t.

“Jon, are you listening? Or are you to busy prying into some poor soul's mind?”

He clenched his bad fist, hoping it would help bring himself back to consciousness, but all it did was send a sharp wave of pain and a slightly wet feeling to form around his nails.

He hissed, and Tim sighed from the doorway.

“Jon, look, whatever game you’re playing? Stop it, just look these over and now, please.”

Why couldn’t he move, he closed his eyes and inhaled, willing himself to ignore the feeling in his stomach, and he tried to move, and he did, but his currently exposed hand escaped his mind.

“Jon? What’s wrong with your- Jesus..”

Tim had foreword and was now looking at his hand, and he looked down at it too, it was bright red and swollen, the worst parts of his burns having turned into a sickening yellow colour, where there wasn’t blood, there was a liquidy yellow discharge from it, mixing with the blood in some spots.

He didn’t even hear or see Tim move, only aware of their closeness because of Tim’s hand on his forehead.

“Shit… let me grab Martin, don’t move.”

A few minutes later, Tim returned with Martin and a first aid kit.

“Jon? I’m going to look at your hand now ok? I’ll need to touch it”

He felt Martin crouch in front of him and take his hand, Jon hissed with pain and Martin quietly apologized, before unraveling the soiled bandage further, and gasping quietly.

“Jon, what happened?”

He tried to tell him, but all he could do was mumble, words not coming out correctly.

“Damnit, Tim I know you’re not happy with him but-“

He heard Tim shift, and let out a tired sigh.

“You’re right I’m not, but he’s hurt and you need help taking care of him, so what do you need?”

He heard Martin sigh, and dig around in the bag.

“A glass of water?”

He heard Tim leave, and Jon cracked open his eyes to see Martin's concerned face.

“Jon? Can I take your temperature?”

He nodded, and opened his mouth, closing it when Martin put the thermometer in.

“Christ, Jon”

Martin didn’t say what it was but judging by how he felt and Martin's reaction, it wasn’t good.

“Jon, I’m going to need to clean this since I’m assuming you won’t go to AnE, will you?”

He shook his head, and heard Martin sigh, and at that same moment, Tim walked back in, presumably with a glass of water.

He tried to lift his good hand to grab it, but Tim didn’t let him, instead, pressing a straw into his mouth.

“Drink it.”

He did, drinking as much as he could before weakly pushing it away, and he felt someone press two pills into his hand, he took them, and when the water was pressed back to his lips, he took a few sips.

“Alright Jon, this is going to hurt a lot I’m sure.”

He felt something press to his hand, and then blinding stinging, he started to thrash around, and felt himself slip out of his office chair.

“Shit!”

He felt strong arms grab him on his shoulders, and he felt himself be carefully lowered to the floor, his head resting on someone's thigh, it was easily the most tenderly he had been treated since before.. everything, and he didn’t even realize he had begun to cry until Tim said something.

“Fuck, he’s crying”

Tim, that’s who he was laying on.

Tim hated him, and that fact made him cry harder today.

“His fever is really bad, Tim”

Tim sighed above him, and the stinging was back on his hand.

He cried out, why were they doing this to him?

Tim brushed his cheek with calloused thumbs, and shushed him, Martin finished cleaning his hand and sighed.

“Jon, you really need to go to AnE for this, it’s badly infected.”

He thought about this, he knew he should but if he did, they would just leave him alone, and he didn’t want that.

“W-will you s-stay?”

His voice was dry and hoarse, and he felt pitiful.

“Of course, Jon.”

He felt himself be lifted into strong arms, not Tim’s, but Martin’s, Tim wasn’t that fond of him.

But Martin's arms meant he didn’t feel ashamed to curl into him, and burrow his face into Martin's neck, and for a second, he was safe.

[violamulticolorgioia]

Quali sono gli strumenti più utilizzati per cucinare come un vero cuoco

Se hai mai provato ad acquistare pentole per una nuova casa o per esempio hai cercato di innalzare la qualità degli strumenti nella tua casa attuale, è molto probabile ti sei resa conto che trovare utensili utili per la cucina di alta qualità è molto più difficile di quanto immaginassi.

Utensili per la preparazione ed strumenti essenziali

Coltello da cuoco di alta fascia

Se hai fino ad ora impiegato un coltello da cucina di bassa qualità per le tue preparazioni, passare a un coltello professionale farà una enorme differenza. Quando sceglierai un coltello da cuoco di alta qualità non crederai a quanto sia comodo e quanto sia più facile tagliare tutti gli alimenti. E poiché puoi usare un coltello da chef professionista per tutte le tue esigenze (e utilizzarlo ogni volta che cucini), fare una spesa per un coltello di alta qualità ti tornerà utile per gli anni a venire. Ci sono diversi coltelli da cuoco di diverse fasce di prezzi e design, ma quello con il miglior rapporto qualità prezzo al momento è il Global G2 8-Inch Chef's Knife. È un must assoluto: ha un prezzo molto ragionevole, è molto facile da maneggiare, e siamo sicuri che sarà un acquisto azzeccato.

Coltello da chef low budget

Considerando coltelli molto più economici rispetto alle nostre opzioni premium, come quella riportata sopra, il coltello Victorinox 8 pollici Fibrox Pro Chef è sicuramente affare. Con un rating di cinque stelle Amazon su oltre 4.500 recensioni, è l'unico utensile da professionale per il quale varrebbe la pena spendere sotto i 40 euro. Con questo coltello professionale non si può sbagliare.

Tagliere low budget

Uno degli utensili fondamentali di cui necessiti nella tua stanza da pranzo è un buon tagliere. Lo userai ogni volta che cucini (proprio come il tuo coltello di alta qualità) quindi è fondamentale sceglierne uno che sia resistente. Meglio ancora se è lavabile in lavastoviglie ed è costruito in polipropilene resistente agli odori: il che vuol dire che durerà a lungo.

Tagliere da professionista

Se stai cercando la Ferrari dei taglieri, puoi soffermarti sul tagliere Proteak Edge Grain. Se non hai mai provato uno strumento come questo, sarà difficile capire quanto sia differente e di qualità altissima. Possiamo ripetere che passare a un tagliere come quello descritto porterà gioia in casa ogni volta che lo utilizzerai. Devi prenderti tanta cura di questo tagliere rispetto ad un altro tagliere in plastica. Come? Pulendolo subito dopo l'uso ed evitando la lavapiatti. Ma codesto articolo è unico e sarà indistruttibile, successivamente se sei pronto a prendere un modello migliore dai soliti taglieri di plastica che la maggior parte dei padroni di casa utilizza ogni giorno, questo sarà di certo di tuo gradimento.

Apribarattoli comodo

Non capita spesso che un utensile ti porti gioia ogni volta che lo usi. Ma è proprio quello che fa l’apriscatole di Kuhn Rikon! Si tratta di un apriscatole multifunzione che svita i tappi e apre i coperchi dei barattoli in modo facile e pulito.

Misurini per cibi liquidi

I misurini si utilizzano per misurare con esattezza gli ml degli alimenti liquidi o solidi per preparare da mangiare. A volte si pensa che i misurini non non abbiano grande utilità. Pensi che siano tutti uguali? Non è così: i misurini più grandi possono misurare anche 400/500 ml. Il set di misurini impilabili di Kitchenmade ha tutta una serie di caratteristiche intelligenti che eliminano le piccole frustrazioni che i misurini spesso comportano.

Misura cucchiai per diversi utilizzi

I misura cucchiai sono utilizzati per pesare in modo preciso quantità più piccole di ingredienti liquidi o solidi da cucina rispetto ai misurini che abbiamo visto sopra. Il kit composto da 5 cucchiai in acciaio inossidabile di Prepworks prevede la misurazione da ¼ di cucchiaio fino a 1 cucchiaio. Sono magnetici e sono incorporati in modo da poterli sistemare facilmente senza perderne nessuno (cosa che accade spesso con i cucchiai più piccoli). Sono anche costruiti per essere bifacciali e quindi ospitare sia liquidi che solidi e possono essere riposti in lavastoviglie.

[celticcreativoscarpe]

Cosa è opportuno assolutamente usare nella sala da pranzo per fare da mangiare e impressionare i tuoi amici

Se hai mai tentanto di acquistare pentole per una nuova cucina o per esempio hai provato di innalzare la qualità degli strumenti nella tua cucina attuale, probabilmente ti sei resa conto che reperire elementi essenziali per la cucina di alta qualità è molto più difficile di quanto immaginassi.

Utensili per la preparazione ed utensili fondamentali

Coltello da cuoco di alta fascia

Se hai fino ad ora impiegato un coltello da cucina di bassa qualità per le tue preparazioni, passare a un coltello di alta qualità farà una enorme differenza. Quando sceglierai un coltello da cuoco professionale non crederai a quanta fatica ti risparmierà e quanto sia più semplice tagliare tutti gli alimenti. E poiché è necessario utilizzare un coltello da cuoco professionista per tutte le tue esigenze (e usarlo ogni volta che fai da mangiare), compare un coltello di alta qualità ti servirà per gli anni a venire. Ci sono diversi coltelli da chef di diverse fasce di prezzi e design, ma il migliore al momento è il Global G2 8-Inch Chef's Knife. È un must assoluto: ha un costo molto ragionevole, è molto leggero, e siamo sicuri che sarà un acquisto azzeccato.

Coltello da chef a basso prezzo

Valutando coltelli molto meno costosi rispetto alle nostre opzioni raccomandate, come quella riportata sopra, il coltello Victorinox 8 pollici Fibrox Pro Chef è davvero affare. Con una valutazione di cinque stelle Amazon su oltre 4.500 recensioni, è l'unico utensile da professionale per il quale varrebbe la pena spendere sotto i 40 euro. Con questo coltello professionale non puoi di certo sbagliarti.

Tagliere low budget

Uno degli utensili fondamentali di cui necessiti nella tua cucina è un buon tagliere. Lo userai sempre quando cucini (proprio come il tuo coltello professionale) per questo motivo è importante sceglierne uno che sia solido. Meglio ancora se è possibile inserirlo nella lavastoviglie ed è fatto di polipropilene resistente agli odori: il che significa che durerà a lungo.

Tagliere da cuoco

Se stai cercando il meglio dei taglieri, puoi scegliere il tagliere Proteak Edge Grain. Se non hai mai provato un tagliere come questo, ti risulterà difficile capire quanto sia differente e di qualità altissima. Possiamo ripetere che utilizzare un tagliere come questo porterà gioia in casa ogni volta che lo utilizzerai. Devi prenderti tanta cura di questo tagliere rispetto ad un altro tagliere in plastica. In che modo? Pulendolo immediatamente dopo l'uso ed evitando la lavapiatti. Ma questo strumento è unico e ti durerà a lungo, in seguito se sei disposto a comprare un modello migliore dai soliti taglieri di plastica che la maggior parte dei padroni di casa utilizza ogni giorno, questo sarà di certo di tuo gradimento.

Apribarattoli indispensabile

Non capita spesso che uno strumento ti renda felice ogni volta che lo usi. Ma è esattamente quello che fa l’apriscatole di Kuhn Rikon! Non è altro che un apriscatole multifunzione che corona i tappi e apre i coperchi dei barattoli in modo sicuro e pulito.

Misurini per i liquidi

I misurini si usano per misurare con precisione gli ml degli ingredienti liquidi o solidi per preparare da mangiare. A volte si crede che i misurini non non abbiano grande utilità. Pensi che siano tutti uguali? Ti sbagli: i misurini più completi possono misurare anche 400/500 ml. Il set di misurini che stanno uno sopra l’altro di Kitchenmade ha tutta una serie di funzioni intelligenti che eliminano le piccole difficoltà che i misurini spesso comportano.

Misura cucchiai per i liquidi

I misura cucchiai sono usati per misurare con precisione quantità più piccole di ingredienti liquidi o solidi da cucina rispetto ai misurini che abbiamo visto in precedenza. Il kit composto da 5 cucchiai in acciaio inossidabile di Prepworks contiene misure da ¼ di cucchiaio fino a 1 cucchiaio. Sono provvisti di magneti e sono legati tra loro in modo da poterli sistemare facilmente senza perderne nessuno (cosa che succede spesso con i cucchiai più piccoli). Sono anche costruiti per essere bifacciali e quindi ospitare sia liquidi che solidi e possono essere riposti in lavastoviglie.

[dampastellopassione]

Quali sono gli elettrodomestici più comuni per cuocere i cibi come un vero cuoco

Se hai mai tentanto di acquistare pentole per una nuova casa o semplicemente hai provato di migliorare la qualità degli utensili nella tua casa attuale, probabilmente ti sei resa conto che reperire strumenti fondamentali per la cucina di alta qualità è molto più difficile di https://www.washingtonpost.com/newssearch/?query=home appliance quanto immaginassi.

Utensili di preparazione ed elementi essenziali

Coltello da cuoco di alta gamma

Se hai fino ad ora impiegato un coltello da cucina non costoso per le tue preparazioni, passare a un coltello di alta qualità segnerà una svolta. Quando sceglierai un coltello da cuoco di alta qualità non crederai a quanto sia comodo e quanto sia più veloce sminuzzare tutti gli alimenti. E poiché puoi usare un coltello da chef professionista per tutte le tue preparazioni (e utilizzarlo ogni volta che cucini), fare una spesa per un coltello di alta qualità ti tornerà utile per gli anni a venire. Ci sono diversi coltelli da chef con diversi prezzi e design, ma quello con il miglior rapporto qualità prezzo al momento è il Global G2 8-Inch Chef's Knife. È un cavallo di battaglia assoluto: ha un costo molto ragionevole, è molto facile da impugnare, e siamo sicuri che sarà un acquisto azzeccato.

Coltello professionale a basso prezzo

Valutando coltelli molto più economici rispetto alle nostre opzioni premium, come quella riportata sopra, il coltello Victorinox 8 pollici Fibrox Pro Chef è un vero e proprio affare. Con una valutazione di cinque stelle Amazon su oltre 4.500 recensioni, è l'unico utensile da cuoco per il quale varrebbe la pena spendere sotto i 40 euro. Con questo coltello da chef non puoi di certo sbagliarti.

Tagliere low budget

Uno degli strumenti essenziali di cui hai bisogno nella tua stanza da pranzo è un buon tagliere. Lo utilizzerai ogni volta che cucini (proprio come il tuo coltello di alta qualità) quindi è importante sceglierne uno che sia ben progettato. Meglio ancora se è lavabile in lavastoviglie ed è progettato in polipropilene resistente agli odori: il che significa che durerà a lungo.

Tagliere da professionista

Se stai cercando la Ferrari dei taglieri, puoi scegliere il tagliere Proteak Edge Grain. Se non hai mai provato uno strumento come questo, sarà difficile capire quanto sia differente e di qualità superiore. Possiamo ripetere che passare a un tagliere come quello descritto porterà gioia in cucina ogni volta che lo userai. Devi prenderti molta cura di questo utensile rispetto ad un altro tagliere in plastica. In che modo? Pulendolo immediatamente dopo l'uso ed evitando la lavastoviglie. Ma il presente utensile è unico e ti durerà a lungo, in seguito se sei pronto a acquistare un modello migliore dai soliti taglieri di plastica che la maggior parte dei padroni di casa usa ogni giorno, questo sarà di certo di tuo gradimento.

Apribarattoli comodo

Non capita spesso che uno strumento ti porti gioia ogni volta che lo usi. Ma è esattamente quello che fa l’apriscatole di Kuhn Rikon! Non è altro che un apriscatole multifunzione che svita i tappi e apre i coperchi dei barattoli in modo facile e pulito.

Misurini per cibi liquidi

I misurini si utilizzano per valutare con esattezza la voluminosità degli ingredienti liquidi o solidi per cucinare. A volte si pensa che i misurini non non abbiano grande utilità. Pensi che siano tutti gli stessi? Non è vero: i misurini più grandi possono misurare anche diverse centinaia di ml. Il set di misurini che stanno uno sopra l’altro di Kitchenmade ha tutta una serie di caratteristiche smart che eliminano le piccole frustrazioni che i misurini spesso portano con sé.

Misura cucchiai per i liquidi

I misura cucchiai sono utilizzati per pesare con precisione quantità più piccole di ingredienti liquidi o solidi da cucina rispetto ai misurini che abbiamo visto poc’anzi. Il kit composto da 5 cucchiai in acciaio inossidabile di Prepworks prevede la misurazione da ¼ di cucchiaio fino a 1 cucchiaio. Sono magnetici e sono legati tra loro in modo da poterli mettere via facilmente senza perderne nessuno (cosa che succede spesso con i cucchiai più piccoli). Sono anche progettati per essere bifacciali e quindi ospitare sia liquidi che solidi e possono essere riposti in lavastoviglie.

[dollsonmain]

Ok maybe airbubbles aren’t PERMANENT permanent you could theoretically do the sanding and collect the dust then carefully apply the dust to the bubbly area so that it falls into the bubbles and follow it with a very liquidy super glue just like the baking soda and super glue thing to fill voids and bubbles in garage kits, and then sand it back again when it dries.

But

honestly

I don’t have the patience for that.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

if not by blood, then siblings by bloodshed (part three)

pour one out for all the German Shepherd lovers

TW: Blood and gore, violence, animal violence, animal death, death, mentions of past abuse, vomiting

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Run For Your Life

“Joey, I’m tired....”

It’s been a day since the experience in the town- a day worth of no rest and even more walking, not even stopping to sleep at night, and only then was Joan realizing how unwell her young companion looked.

Kitty’s face was ashen and her dull eyes were half-lidded. Exhaustion is etched all over her expression. She clung tightly to Joan’s hand as they walked. Who knows how much longer she would be able to go on before she keels over.

“I don’t know how much farther we have...” Joan said, “Would you like it if I carried you? Maybe that would help?”

Kitty nodded and Joan carefully picked her up. Her knees wobbled when she stood back up; it’s not that Kitty was heavy, quite the opposite, actually, but her legs were so sore that the extra weight put even more of a strain on her, weakening them. Still, she pushed forward, not letting her own fatigue overcome her.

When buildings finally came into view around the bend, it was a huge relief. The sky had been growing darker and the only thing that could make the growing uneasy even worse was if they had ominous shadows cast over their faces.

A ruined village stands before them. Half-crumpled buildings stood around in disarray, long destroyed by wind and rain and other weather effects. A few were still intact, like the one Joan chose to take refuge in. The bed inside was dusty, but held strong, so Joan gently sets Kitty down.

“Mmmmm...” The little girl moaned softly. Joan gently strokes back her sweaty bangs.

“Shh,” She murmured, “You’re in a bed, Kit. Try to sleep, okay? I’m going to go find some food and water.”

Kitty nodded and shut her eyes again. Mercy hops down from Joan’s head to watch over her as Joan went back outside.

As much as she didn’t want to, Joan knew she would have to hunt again. Kitty must have been dehydrated and hungry- the best thing for her right now was food and water, and Joan had to get that for her.

However, her task was cut off by a horrible, guttural noise from nearby.

Joan new exactly what it was.

There wasn't a human being alive on the planet who didn’t know what that sound was.

Joan paused, scanning the buildings with uncertainty and- she had to admit- a certain morbid fascination. She’d been standing there listening, almost mesmerized, for a good three minutes now. It just didn't stop.

But listening in on it- on the grunting heaves and grotesque plops of half-liquid matter hitting mud that followed- felt oddly invasive, like she was watching two people have sex. Feeling a twinge of discomfort, Joan moved away from her spot, stepping quietly as she made her way over to dingy mound of bricks that used to be someone’s house. What she found almost sent her sprinting back to the building where Kitty was, scooping her up, and hightailing it out of those ruins.

“Oh god...”

A small chest sat upturned in a mess of blood splatters and debris in the middle of the house, although it was what was sticking out of it that made Joan’s gut truly twist in disgust. A pair of naked legs, wizened and bruised, protruded stiffly from the broken lid. There was no point in leaning down to check on the state of the body- only a blind man could possibly mistake it for being anything but dead.

Joan stood back, pressing the rough fabric of her collar to her lips. It wasn't the first dead body she had seen since her life was flipped upside down, but it wasn't any more pleasant than the bloodied corpses she’d been lying in the day before. At least those had been in daylight, and an obvious victim of the plague that was apparently now spreading through the country. This one looked more like a murder victim. Between the grisly discovery and the retching noises from somewhere beyond, Joan almost felt as though she'd stepped straight into a crime scene.

She swallowed heavily and turned back towards the sounds.

A body meant that some monster must have been here, but those retching noises were too human to belong to one of those “Hellhounds”. That meant that whatever was in here was a person, and if they'd been here for whatever had gone down in this village, maybe they were hurt. She had to see if they were alright.

Hesitantly, Joan followed the sounds with her hand on the grip of her axe.

A few stray beams of waning sunlight glowed over the hunched form in front of her- whoever it was, they had been crouching behind a broken wall in a stew of mud, perhaps having been in too much of a hurry to empty their stomach to find a cleaner spot. Or be concerned about anything, for that matter. Flabby, pale skin flashed in the light from where they peeked out from under their owner’s shirt, and above that lay a twitching expanse of blue and white. Even in the dimness, Joan could see how the figure was quaking, convulsions rippling through its whole body as it continued to cough into the mud.

Joan’s first impulse was to recoil- as if the less-than-appealing rear view she'd just been treated to hadn't been enough, the thoughts from her first few minutes in the town had come flooding back into her mind. Not even a crazy man could look at ruined, empty streets and buildings that had been full of people a short five years before and not wonder what had happened.

The figure shifted, the unpleasant sounds trailing off into a series of wet coughs as it lifted its head and turned to squint into the light, a mixture of nausea and trepidation sculpted onto the pale, shaven features. Then the coughing became a groan. Perhaps of relief, that the thing poking its head in from around the corner was another human being and not a creature from the plague, or perhaps of disgust and revulsion at being discovered in the middle of such a humiliating activity and at the intrusive light piercing the cramped darkness.

It was a man.

A young, somewhat corpulent man, dressed in brown pants and a green shirt, with tufts of brown hair (now plastered flat against his forehead in perspiration) swept out of his chocolate eyes. Probably somewhere in his twenties, though much older than Joan.

A man.

Not a monster.

Joan relaxed, the sour, nervous prickle that had started to tweak her insides subsiding into relief.

Relief that further faded into discomfort as the pale face turned away from her in favor of heaving into the mud again. There was a liquidy gurgle accompanying it this time, and Joan almost considered muttering a hasty apology and turning to leave him be when the figure finally spoke, in a breathless and strained voice that ran out of steam towards the end, leaving the final word a gasp of pitiful breath.

“I-it wasn’t me... I didn’t do it!”

Grasping the wall, Joan leaned back in, feeling her brows rise to a peak. As disgusting as the display before her was, she could feel very little but sympathy for this poor man.

“Do what?” She asked, although even as she spoke, her thoughts were drifting to the body in the other broken down house.

“I... I didn’t do anything. I swear,” Pleaded the stranger, still leaning over in the mud as though worried there might be more coming up. "She was like this when I got here..."

He choked again, spitting something into the mud with a grimace.

It was hardly the ideal time for an introduction, but Joan found herself giving one anyway. Mostly because she had no idea what to say on the subject of what this guy here had or hadn't done.

“My, uh, my name's Joan,” She offered amiably, and was rewarded with a horrible, retching belch in return that made her resolve falter somewhat. She finished with an unsure tone. "...Joan Meutas."

“Uhm... George,” Croaked the stranger weakly.

Joan nodded slowly.

“George...” She said softly as the poor man's vomiting resumed, keeping her tone quiet. She was pretty sure the last thing anybody wanted while they were sick was someone barging in and loudly demanding answers. "Who's that dead guy in the chest?"

“I didn’t do it!” George moaned miserably. “I swear, I didn’t kill anybody!”

That hadn't been what Joan asked, but she thought better of repeating herself and just stood there by the broken wall, shifting slightly and listening to the ongoing symphony of the man’s guts emptying themselves.

“Well...” She said, thinking of the body in the other room, mere yards from where George had thrown himself down to be sick. When she had come around the corner, this man had been completely vulnerable. If it had been a dog creeping behind him instead of Joan, George would have been caught with his pants down. Literally. "I guess this place isn't too safe... What happened here, anyway?"

“Uh... I don’t know. I’m not even from this country. Passing through for business for my sister...” George explained, “That body...scared the hell out of me. Or my lunch.”

Joan hummed sympathetically, which she almost found weird given the large and very obvious age gap between them.

George has finally stopped heaving. He leaned back, wiped his mouth, grimaced at the mess he had made, then stood up.

“Sorry,” He said. “That was...” He doesn’t finish that statement, instead turning it into a light joke, “If my sister caught me like this she’d be pulling on my hair.”

Joan cracked a slight smile. She notices that George is scanning her over, probably wondering why she was out there all alone, but before he could actually ask, a deep rumbling shook the whole ground. Joan staggered a little, placing one hand on the broken wall for balance.

“Oh no...” George muttered. Joan looks over at him worriedly. The rumbling sounds get louder.

“What?”

“They’re here.”

With horrifying timing, the ground several meters away broke open and an infestation of black came out in dark waves.

Joan screams. George grabs her arm and tries to pull her to a lopsided house, but she resists.

“My friend!” She cried, “I have to get my friend!”

“What?!”

Joan doesn’t bother answering him- she beelines for the house where Kitty is, noticing several cracks forming in the dirt as she did so. George follows her and they burst into the building, scrambling to slam the door shut behind them.

“Are you crazy?!” George yelled. “You could have gotten us both killed!”

“You didn’t have to follow me!” Joan said.

“What kind of adult would I be if I let you run around during an infestation?” George snaps back.

“Joey?”

Joan and George both turned around sharply. Kitty is sitting up on the bed, holding Mercy to her chest and looking very curious.

“What’s going on? What are those noises? Who’s that?” She asked, her age making her unaware of the danger around her.

“This is George,” Joan introduced quickly. “George, this is Kitty. The cat’s Mercy.”

“Hello. WE NEED TO GO.” George said. “Grab your friend- we can climb up onto the roof from this hole.”

Joan obeys, quickly scooping Kitty up into her arms as George manages to clamber up onto the roof from a hole in the ceiling. He grabs Kitty when Joan passes her up, then helps hoist the teenager up. There, they all set their eyes upon the sea of black surrounding them.

There had to be hundreds of them. They all had the same jet black, patchy fur, so black they nearly melted into the darkness of night. Their eyes, however, were as white as a blind man’s- glazed and foggy, but something told Joan they didn’t need to see to track a person down.

“Oh god,” George muttered.

“That’s a lot of rats!” Kitty said helpfully.

“What do we do?” Joan asked.

“Nothing,” George said, sitting down heavily.

“What?” Joan’s eyes widened. “We can’t just sit here!”

“We have to. They don’t like light, but we have no fire. If we had meat we could distract them long enough to run, but we don’t have that either.” George explained, “There’s no choice but to wait until morning.”

Joan’s heart sank. She looked around desperately, praying to find something to help them, but there was nothing.

“Where did they come from?” She eventually asked, sitting down. Kitty scuttles into her arms and she holds her close to her chest.

“Don’t know,” George answered honestly. “They just...appeared one day. The church thinks it’s a warning from God. Doesn’t sound too unlikely. What kind of normal rats could come out of the ground like that?”

Joan nodded slowly. She stared fearfully down at the rats scuttling around on the ground, squeaking and hissing. They smelled of bloody mud and rot.

“So,” George spoke up again, trying to make idle conversation to lighten the tense mood, “What are two kids walking about all alone for?”

“We’re trying to find Catherine of Aragon.” Joan answered him, but her voice was slightly distant. An idea has sparked in her mind.

George whistled. “You’ve got awhile to go, kid. You still have to cross the canal to get to the mainland.” He pauses. The rats shriek wildly below. “Tell you what: Once morning comes, you both can come with me to the nearby port. The ship there will take you to my sister’s kingdom in France. She can help you out further.”

Joan nods slowly. She cups the back of Kitty’s head, pressing her face into her neck, then sits back further, trying to get comfortable on that old, rickety roof.

“Where is this port?” She asked.

“A few more miles north,” George nods in the direction of a nearby path. “We’ll follow that road and you’ll see a tower by the bay. The ship should be there.”

Joan nodded once more, thanked George for his generosity, then kicked him off of the building.

Saying the rats surrounded him was an understatement- their movements weren’t thought out, there was no moment of inspection or a hesitation to sniff; it was just a feral instinct within, a primal need to feed and, all at once, they snapped around, no matter how far or how close, and swarmed George.

The rats literally pile on top of each other, becoming one huge writhing black mass as they push and shove to get to the man. And, when they did, they began biting and gnawing and chewing the flesh off of his body while he was still screaming.

To his credit, George does put up a fight. He gets to his knees, swatting and slapping all over as if he were on fire, but his efforts were in vain. There were much to many rats and, once they tunneled into his stomach, tore his eyes out and stuck their snouts into the sockets, clawed open his throat, dug through his organs, pulled him to pieces, he was no match for their talons and teeth.

Joan watched this all, still reeling from her action, but she knew it had to be done. In the end, all that mattered in the world was her and Kitty; everybody else were mere lambs to the slaughter- a body waiting to be sacrificed, whether they wanted to die or not.

Joan leapt off of the building and ran as fast as she could. Instantly, pain ignited in her legs, and she swore she could hear her muscles singing in agony. Or, perhaps, it was just the ringing in her ears or the delusions of an exhausted young girl.

She was literally running for her life, she realized. This wasn’t like the escape from London- somehow, there was a more underlying terror that came with running away from man-eating rats than man himself. Due to this, Joan felt as if she had wings. Despite her legs pulsing in an intense pain that felt as though all her tendons were being pulled apart, she thought she was faster than usual.

It was probably the adrenaline.

In her arms, Kitty and Mercy clung desperately to her shirt, both of their nails digging in. The extra weight didn’t seem to bother her- the adrenaline rush gave her strength she didn’t know she had. If she weren’t worried about being eaten alive by rodents, then she might have marveled at her ability to run while carrying a seven-year-old and a hairless cat.

Unfortunately, fight or flight doesn’t last forever, and the full extent of her overexertion hit her like a steel mace to her knees. Suddenly, the ground is rushing up to meet her, Kitty is crying out, Mercy makes a startled warble, and there’s dirt in her mouth.

Joan lays dazed on the road like a broken doll, blinking blearily up at the twinkling stars above. Their glow bleeds together into a big silver smear that paints the night sky. In a weird sort of way, it’s almost beautiful.

“Joey!”

Kitty is shaking her back and forth. There’s fear in her voice.

“Joey, come on! Get up! Th-they’re coming!”

Joan groans softly. Her awareness wavers and she momentarily dips into complete darkness. Sleep sounded so nice right now...

“JOAN!!!”

It isn’t Kitty’s shriek that makes Joan snap up, rather the feral growl coming from the woods around them.

Joan sits up, her eyes bulging as she stares at the golden orbs peering out from the underbrush. First a paw emerges, then the leg, and finally the Hellhound slinks out into the open.

It looks like a German Shepherd, except for the twin pieces of gold shoved in its skull. It walks smoothly on its razor claws, stepping onto the path only a few yards away from Joan and Kitty. Nostrils flaring, it sniffs the air. Its tail lashes.

Mercy leaps down in front of the girls. He arches his spine, hissing lowly. If he had fur it would be standing on end.

The Hellhound snarls. Bunching it’s hind legs, it lunges forward. Mercy lunges, too, and narrowly misses the beast’s foaming jaws. He slides when he lands, hisses, then rakes his claws across the dog’s soft nose when it attempts to bite him. Blood spurts from the deep wound and the Hellhound whines like a puppy would, but Mercy has no pity for the thing. He brings his claws to the nose again and again until chunks come off and a nasty hole is left on the snout.

The Hellhound yowls, tottering backwards, then swipes its front legs at Mercy. One paw catches the cat and pins him to the ground. The black claws are so close to his throat.

Joan didn’t think another adrenaline rush was possible with her so exhausted, but she quickly found herself up on her feet and and cleaving her axe down onto the Hellhound’s neck.

The beast howls. It releases Mercy and whips around to attack Joan, only to get the head of an axe slamming directly into its eyes. The blade cuts straight through the eyeballs, gushing fluids out all over its snout, and gets lodged in its skull. When pulling does nothing to help, Joan kicks the thing in the neck and her axe jars free. She then promptly swung again and doesn’t stop swinging until the Hellhound’s head came off. Only then does she lower the axe and let herself breathe.

Mercy blinks up at her. He whacked the Hellhound’s snout one final time, then jumped onto Joan’s shoulder. They return to Kitty, who is still frozen in her spot.

“You killed the puppy...” She whispered.

Joan makes a disgruntled face. She gently rubs the top of Kitty’s head, hoping to cheer her up with the affection.

“It was a bad puppy,” Joan said. “Come on, up you go. There’s just a little further.”

Kitty nodded silently, casting a saddened look at the dead dog before taking Joan’s hand and letting her lead her down the path again.

Hand-in-hand, they walk for two and a half miles before the smell of the sea hits them. When the ocean eventually came into view, Kitty jets forward, startling Joan out of her half-daze (it’s sad that she’s learned how to nap while walking in just a span of a few days).

“Joey! Joey, look! The sea!”

Joan attempts to run after her, but her legs ache in protest, so she just walks as fast as she can without it being excruciating. She smiled when she found the little girl crouched on the rocks along the shore, feeling the chilly water and giggling when the waves spray her with a sprinkle of salty droplets.

“Have you ever seen the ocean before?” Joan asked.

“Uh-uh,” Kitty shook her head. “It’s so much prettier than the pictures!”

“Isn’t it?” Joan chuckles.

She leaves Mercy with Kitty, despite his initial resistance of meows, to let her play and found the tower on her own. It wasn’t like the towers back at London (don’t think about London don’t think about how you’ll never be able to go home again), but it was intact and would shelter them until the ship arrived.

Oh, right. The ship wasn’t even there yet.

Joan clenched her jaw so hard it hurt, but then breathed out the harsh breath. Getting angry wasn’t going to make the boat magically appear; they would just have to wait until it showed up.

(If it even showed up.)

“Kitty,” She called and Kitty came over with Mercy trotting along behind her. “This is where we’re going to be staying for now.”

“Okay,” Kitty nodded. “Do we stay here until mummy shows up?”

There it was. That damn question. Joan didn’t blame Kitty for asking it, but it was still painful to have to hear.

“Umm... Yes.” Joan said, “A boat will come and we’re going to get on it when it does and go to France.”

Kitty huffs and stamped her foot. She seemed to be getting annoyed with how Joan kept putting off the reunion with her mother.

“Why is she there?” She whined, “I want to see mummy now!”

Joan grits her teeth. After sacrificing an innocent man, watching said man get eaten alive by rats, running for her life, and decapitating a dog, she really wasn’t in the mood to hear complaining.

“You’re going to have to wait.” She said, tone stern.

“I don’t wanna wait!” Kitty yelled, “I want mummy NOW!!”

“Shut up, you little devil!” Joan hissed.

“No!!” Kitty shrieked even louder, “You’re mean! I hate you!” She turned and ran into the tower.

Joan pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily. Kitty’s “insult” was but a childish outburst, but her companion saying she hated her, despite it obviously not being true, stung more than she would like to admit.

Shaking her head and looking down at Mercy, she says, “Kids.”

————

Space was probably the best thing for Kitty right now, so Joan explored the tower by herself. Most of the rooms were dusty and old, but some of the furniture was still intact and usable. She ends up claiming a small stone room with a bed, desk, and musty bookshelf full of even mustier books to sleep in and laid there after lighting torches around the spire.

Finally in a relatively-safe place, Joan pulls off her boots, took off her tunic (it reeked and still had chunks of vomit dried on it), and laid down. Getting off her feet was a huge relief and she actually found herself sighing out loud. The pain ebbs and she rests...

A dip in the old mattress caused Joan to jolt up with a gasp. She pawed around for her axe or bow, but a tiny voice halts her.

“You’re really jumpy, Joey.”

Joan froze, then breathed out a soft sigh of relief. It was just Kitty.

“Were you hit?”

The question came out of nowhere. Added with how nonchalant Kitty’s tone was when she said it, it left Joan sputtering in confusion.

Was the torchlight bright enough to reveal the silver and red scars lacing her back? And, if so, how could have Kitty seen them with her back facing away from her?

“I-I-...” She can’t muster up the words to explain or deny or say Kitty was being weird and needed to go to bed.

“Let me introduce you to a hand that won’t hurt you.”

And then Kitty hugged her so gently.

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Oggi ho una voglia strana. Anzi no, non è strana, la conosco molto bene.

E’ la voglia di perdermi, di godere all’infinito.

Dopo mesi di torpore si è riaffacciata prepotentemente.

Peccato che tra i mille impegni lavorativi e familiari diventa difficile riuscire a trovare il tempo per dedicarsi alla pratica che ho in testa con la mia persona speciale, che no, non è mio marito.

La voglia sta diventando frustrazione.

Faccio una ricerca su internet, quello che voglio è provare un plug anale, ma la suddetta ricerca non fa altro che aumentare il desiderio sessuale che mi sta annebbiando il cervello mentre contemporaneamente provo a lavorare.

C’è un solo un piccolissimo problema, che forse problema non è. Alla mia persona speciale non piace infilare cose nel mio culetto, gli piace infilarci il suo bellissimo e duro cazzo. Ma so che farebbe di tutto per soddisfarmi, quindi mi accingo a scrivergli esattamente cosa vorrei mi facesse.

Immagino me con un completo super sexy, con calze a rete autoreggenti, stesa sul suo letto già bagnata di piacere. Immagino luci soffuse, magari candele accese, lui che arriva, si prende un minuto per ammirarmi, cosa che sotto sotto mi fa arrossire. Mi viene vicino, mi bacia, mi accarezza, mi dice che sono bellissima. Quando la sua mano scende tra le mie gambe e si accorge di quanto sono bagnata sogghigna. A quel punto prende una benda e me la lega stretta su gli occhi. «Voltati» mi dice, cosi mi trovo faccia a letto. «Tira su il sedere», obbedisco. Sento qualcosa di umido e freddo colarmi sul sedere ed ecco che mentre poggia un dito a premermi sul clitoride un dito si fa spazio nel mio stretto, ancora per poco, buco. All’istante emetto un lungo sospiro.

Subito dopo una sensazione di vuoto, il dito è uscito e qualcosa di più grande sta facendo pressione per entrare. Il solo pensiero mi fa prendere la strada per l’orgasmo, ma mi sforzo di resistere. Voglio proprio aspettare il dopo. Quando il plug è entrato e io ormai sono tutta un fremito mi fa voltare e inizia a torturarmi i capezzoli, non resisto voglio essere scopata. «Non resisto più, ti prego scopami» mi esce tutto d’un fiato. Ed ecco che il suo grande e bellissimo e duro cazzo mi entra dentro e la sensazione è delle migliori, già piena di dietro i sui colpi ritmati mi mandano in orbita, ma non è finita. Mi fa mettere le gambe sulle sue spalle e riprende a scoparmi e in meno di dieci secondi scoppio in una pozzanghera di liquidi e godo meglio di come me lo sono immaginato. Lo adoro cazzo! Scoperei con lui tutti i giorni della mia vita. Ma ecco che si sfila, e sfila anche il plug, so cosa sta per succedere, lui adora il mio culo, lo adora veramente e ora che è aperto per lui entra senza difficoltà e mentre mi fissa negli occhi mi dice «Ora è il mio turno di incularti senza pietà». Chiudo gli occhi e mi perdo sotto i suoi colpi, sotto di lui, in lui, che mi soddisfa in tutto e per tutto. E ecco esattamente nello stesso momento veniamo entrambi, e soddisfatti ci accasciamo sul letto fradicio, stretti in un abbraccio che vorremo non finisse mai.

Dopo circa dieci minuti che gli ho inviato la mia fantasia mi squilla il cellulare, lo prendo e visualizzo il messaggio appena arrivato. E’ da parte sua, è lo screenshot di un riepilogo ordine, un kit di tre plug anali di misure diverse. Cazzo sarà ancora più bello di quanto l’ho immaginato. Corro immediatamente dal mio capo per chiedere un giorno di ferie.