#natural therapy for glowing skin

[pandianks]

How to Use Home Remedies for Fair Glowing Skin: Tips and Tricks for a Healthy Glow 

In a world filled with skincare products promising miraculous results, it’s easy to overlook the treasures already available in your kitchen. Home remedies for fair glowing skin offer a natural, affordable, and effective way to achieve that radiant complexion you’ve always dreamed of. This guide will walk you through some of the best practices, ingredients, and routines to unlock your skin’s full…

[skin-care-news]

Cellulite Treatments: Achieve Smooth, Sculpted Skin Naturally: Discover the Power of Endermomassage and Lymphatic Drainage with Sokörpe

Looking to reduce cellulite, sculpt your body, and achieve firm, glowing skin? The Sokörpe Compact Intelligent Skincare & Body Care Machine offers holistic, non-invasive treatments that are transforming the way we approach skincare and body wellness. With advanced European engineering, this machine helps you achieve visible, lasting results – without any invasive procedures. Let’s dive into what makes it so revolutionary!

Why Choose Non-Invasive Treatments?

The Sokörpe machine was designed with a holistic approach in mind, which means it works with your body’s natural processes rather than against them. Unlike more aggressive treatments, non-invasive options like Endermomassage and Lymphatic Drainage offer noticeable results by tapping into your body’s own healing systems. Here’s why that’s important:

Better Skin Health: These treatments support your body’s natural circulation and detoxification, resulting in healthier, more resilient skin over time.

No Downtime, Just Results: Non-invasive treatments mean you can get back to your day right after your session – no recovery needed.

Long-Term Benefits: Holistic treatments not only address cellulite but also support long-term skin health, making them ideal for anyone looking to enhance their natural beauty sustainably.

How Endermomassage Reduces Cellulite and Firms Skin

Endermomassage is a type of targeted, deep-tissue massage that uses gentle suction to smooth out stubborn fat deposits and increase blood circulation. This does several things for your skin:

Breaks Down Fat Deposits: Reduces the appearance of cellulite and provides a smoother texture by targeting fatty deposits directly.

Stimulates Collagen Production: Helps boost collagen production, making skin firmer and more elastic.

Contours and Sculpts: Gives the body a more defined look by enhancing your natural curves and contours.

Whether you’re aiming for smoother skin on your thighs, firmer arms, or just a more toned appearance, Endermomassage is a go-to!

Lymphatic Drainage: The Secret to Detoxified, Glowing Skin

Your lymphatic system plays a key role in your body’s health by moving waste and toxins out of your cells. When lymph fluid gets sluggish, it can lead to bloating, swelling, and even more pronounced cellulite. Here’s how Lymphatic Drainage with the Sokörpe machine can help:

Reduces Swelling and Bloating: By stimulating lymph flow, this treatment flushes out excess fluid, which can lead to a more toned, sculpted look.

Boosts Detoxification: Lymphatic drainage enhances your body’s natural detoxification process, helping remove waste and keeping skin clear and healthy.

Supports Immune Health: When your lymphatic system functions optimally, it also benefits your immune health, adding an extra layer of wellness to your skincare routine.

Getting the Most Out of Your Sokörpe Treatments

To maximize your results, we recommend pairing treatments with Sokörpe’s specially formulated skincare products. Using their Vitamin C Solution before your Endermomassage or Lymphatic Drainage session can enhance brightness and overall radiance. Following up with a nourishing moisturizer will seal in hydration and help maintain your glow.

Why Sokörpe is a Must-Have for Wellness Lovers

If you’re someone who values natural, sustainable beauty and wellness, the Sokörpe Compact Intelligent Skincare & Body Care Machine is made for you. This European-made, high-quality device delivers real results in a gentle way that honors your skin’s needs. The machine is also versatile, offering additional treatments like Oxygen Infusion and Microdermabrasion to keep your skin looking its best.

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Connect with a local aesthetician or wellness center offering Sokörpe treatments today – because holistic beauty is beauty that lasts!

[sexy-celestial]

2023 is:

Regular facials, manis, pedis, massages, Brazilian waxes, lash lifts. Glowing skin. Glowy makeup. Fluffy curls. Microshaded brows. Laser hair removal. Perfect Rx Skincare. Veneers. Intoxicating perfumes. Shopping. Diamonds. Designer bags. Credit card rewards. International travel. Networking. Career certifications. Investing more. Brunch with the girls. Picnics. Farmers markets. Art galleries. Museums. Fresh flowers. Silk scarves. Big sunglasses. Beautiful lingerie. Silk robes. Receiving lots of gifts. Lots of sunlight. Hot yoga. Nature hikes. Tennis lessons. Green smoothies. Candles that smell expensive. Sleeping 8+ hours a night. Bubble baths. Studying foreign languages. Absorbing as much knowledge as I can. Book clubs. Pottery classes. Cooking with fresh herbs, vegetables, and spice. Champagne. Charcuterie & bruschetta. Gelato. Fresh bread. Ocean air. Hugging my loved ones. Pet cat. Giving lots of gifts. Journaling. Meditating. Gratitude. Volunteering. Donating to charity. Manners. Etiquette. Charisma. Therapy. Healthy boundaries. Radical personal responsibility. Positivity. Self care. Abundant love.

[katsukikitten]

Landing on your back with a sickening crunch makes the rage in you burn brighter. Bringing your knees to your chest to slam your feet straight into his sternum.

With any luck you'll break it.

But you doubt it, he wasn't tied in the number one spot for no reason and he was no stranger to hand to hand despite his quirk.

Still he staggers backward enough for you to get to your feet, sharp black tipped claws poised to slash although you must be careful. His reach is larger than yours and you've had to break your wrist to get out of his grip before. Your previous encounter shines brightly in jagged ruby scabs on his forearms decorating his other more detrimental scars.

"Hah? What's wrong?" His lips turning up into a smirk as he lunges and you jump back again, "Scared I'll get ya?"

"Nah, just don't wanna fork over another fortune to get my shit fixed again." Throwing a kick that he ducks to dodge, grabbing onto your ankle to pin under his armpit, his other hand coming to clamp down just below your knees. Palm burning your skin through your dark skin tight suit, you can tell he's tempted to apply more pressure to snap your leg at an odd angle.

The papers were right, he'd be a much better villain.

"They make ya go to therapy? Ya know for your anger management? Bet ya get in trouble for hero brutality all the time." He hears this type of shit all the time in the media, the most it gets out of him now is an eye roll but when you say it it's like your claws are scraping at his bones. He bares his teeth and the time it takes him to think of a retort that you're able to twist your body with precision.

Letting your steel toed boot slam right into his handsome jaw. He doesn't stagger, it's annoying how much he can take but his grip loosens when you add.

"They have to, right? Otherwise the people wouldn't have let you tie with Deku huh?"

Freeing yourself expertly just out of his reach again as you dodge a swipe of his glowing hot palm.

"Ya fuckin talk too much."

"Ya didn't say that the last time you pinned me under you." You giggle and his throat burns red, swallows thickly as he lunges, wrapping you in his large arms. Pressing your chest against his b

"That was from a quirk. I ain't into you like that." He growls, nose to nose and all it does is make you smile.

"Oh?" A purr of your voice, leaning to whisper into his ear, haughty as you recall what he said to you that night, "So when you said 'fuuuuck sweetheart yer made for me' ya didn't mean it?"

It puts him into the moment instantly, him gripping onto your hips as he bounces you on his cock in doggy in the dingy alley behind a bar, you looking back at him with pretty tears in your eyes moaning out his name. His real name.

"Right, Katsuki." You can feel his heart rate increasing, feel his grip adjust in a different manner, "That's why you keep looking for me? Keep calling me?"

Leaning back as he lets up enough your arms are free, nails going to his undercut as you recalled he liked, scratching gently as you watch this hero melt in your touch.

"I thought you hated liars, baby."

"Stop." He bites, arms moving down to fall on your natural waist, one palm coming back up to squeeze your rib cage in warning.

"Stop what?"

"Stop using your quirk, yer slutty ass sex pollen shit." His eyes flicker to your lips, to the dark color he knows will smear against his mouth or the base of his cock like he's seen it before.

"That's the thing, Katsuki." You lean up lips inches from his and you'd be stupid to ignore the magnetism between the two of you, "I'm not using a quirk at all. You want me."

Suddenly your claws are sharp at his back, too sharp as you dig them deep using it as leverage to get fully out of his grip. Scaling the wall as another hero's foot steps can be heard barreling down the maze of alleyways you lead Dynamight down in a poor attempt to lose him.

"Find me again." Your giggle echoes around the space only to echo around his head until he catches a glimpse of a dark body suit slinking around in the shadows again.

[mayasaurusss]

hiii queen!!!! how about some lazy morning with adult lottie where she has a lot of things to do but reader forces her to stay 🫠🫠🫠

Sure queen! Ah, finally a domestic request! I did this pretty quickly so it's not very long... I hope that's okay!

Lazy morning.

Contents: fluff, suggestive at the end.

Lottie felt the sun warm her naked chest, gently waking her up from her short slumber. The night hadn't been kind with Lottie: plagued by nightmares and voices inside her head, she hadn't slept much. The only time her eyelids closed were towards the end of the night.

Now, the sun was already showing, it's white glow contrasting with the pale light blue sky.

Lottie could feel the beginning of a headache slithering it's way into her brain like a worm. Her eye bags felt heavier than usual and she was short tempered. Why did she had to wake up at all? Couldn't she take just one day off?

With a groan, Lottie begun to stir. She felt a tug at her hips. You were naked as her, clinging onto her like a koala. Lottie couldn't help but find it cute, but she had things to do today.

She mentally went over her duties: welcoming the new arrivals, participating in a group therapy session, attending at the beehive...

Natalie always liked to joke about Lottie doing nothing during her teenage years and begin maintained by her parents money, but that didn't apply here. Lottie was a hard worker. For the first years the compound was active, she had worked her ass day and night to make sure it could continue to exist.

But that was years ago, when she was 30. Now, in her fourties, her mind and body weren't the same of once. Everyday at the compound felt more and more like a chore.

She was tired and so in need of the company and love that she had been deprived of.

It was a total accident when she met you. One of the initiates who had to sell the honey that day was known to behave badly and to be short tempered, so, she had made an excuse to go to the market as well. There, you had come to her stand. Lottie could feel, see in you an inner torment that she wanted to get rid of. So, she had invited you to join her. What she didn't expect was for her to fall in love with you: the way you held the bees -without fear-, how gentle you were with humans and nature made her feel fuzzy. She didn't even planned to do it, really.

The first time she had kissed you was after a therapy group night, where you had let all your emotions out and voiced your traumas. You were vulnerable and mournful when you exited the compound's building, heading to a cabin Lottie had assigned you in. She was clever enough to assign you to a cabin near hers, so she had more chances to trap you in her small talk.

That night, you had gone back with your head down, both in shame and sadness. Lottie had trailed behind you and as you approached your cabin, she had called out to you. When you had followed her inside her own house, she had let you weep in her shoulder. It was you who initiated the kiss, you who pushed yourself in her. It was her who took you to the bedroom, her who so gently woke you up and kissed you.

Years have passed since that night and everybody at the compound knew that you were made for one another, even if you hadn't still made your relationship known publicly.

"My dear... I have to go" Lottie whispered in your ear, stroking the skin of your shoulder. You let out a sleepy groan, looking up at her before clinging harder "Mhmmm, no".

"Please dear, I have to... " tugging against your arms proved to be a difficult task since you had hugged her hips so tight she couldn't move too much.

"No! Come on... Stay here" you whined at Lottie, making her slightly annoyed at you, but getting angry wouldn't resolve anything. "You don't need to always be at the compound. Would it kill to stay home just one day? You've been so stressed this days...".

Lottie knows you're right. But she's needs to go... doesn't she?

Lottie watches your naked figure sprawled on the bed. Puppy eyes piercing through her heart and spreading a hot, fuzzy feeling all throughout her body. A lazy morning wouldn't hurt...besides, she needs a day off.

You let out a happy giggle when she gets up and goes to phone her assistants. Lottie hears a flirtatious whistle from you, admiring her butt naked figure from the bed. She let's out a snort "Oh shut up".

You wait for a few minutes, hearing her voice from the other room and hoping that she would grant you what you so desperately need: a lazy lovers morning.

She comes back with a smile, then you are embraced by her hug. She falls back on the expensive, soft sheets, pulling you up with her and down her lap.

She whispers up at you, sending shivers down your spine, "Now, since you're so worried about me stressing over, I expect you to help me, my love".

[sosuigeneris]

Socialite Series: Cherry’s Master Post

Things that have helped me, that could help you. Here is a master list of my softmaxxing journey!

Body:

J*hn Bent*n’s workouts: Yes he’s an asshole but his workouts really do work. He used to train models and his workouts are life changing.

2. B-12 Lipo salines: These you can consume in a shot (like an injection) or in a saline (go to a GOOD DOCTOR for this). I prefer the saline, and my doctor recommended the 6 week course for me (one saline every week). It burns subQ fat and that was the main reason why I began using those. There is zero side effect to these, acc to my doc.  edit: don’t really recommend these anymore. I’ll update this list when I finish my Emsculpt.

3. Diet: More protein, more vegetables, more water and lesser intake of carbs. Carbs are important but i used to over-consume them. Cutting down has helped me a lot. I also did a gut bacteria test (you basically sent a piece of your shit to a lab and they analyse it) to understand what foods worked for me and what didnt. 

4. Probiotics for metabolism management 

5. Measuring: I stopped tracking weight and began tracking body fat % instead. I feel that this works better for me. 

6. Wood therapy: I KNOW. You lot will think its bogus but it helped me and im sticking to it, so there. There’s no wood therapy spa near me, so i ordered the wood therapy tools from amazon, plastic wrap, a waist trainer, almond oil. I looked up videos on wood therapy and lymphatic drainage, and i do it for about 5 mins on my tummy and thighs before my work outs, wrap my torso with plastic wrap, throw the waist trainer on top. 

✨

Skin:

Accutane: this helped me tremendously with my acne and my skin is 95% blemish free now. If you are taking this, remember to be disciplined and regular. 

Zero alcohol: I stopped drinking completely and its done my skin and health wonders.

Products: Sunscreen + Vitamin C combo in the AM. Retinol + moisturiser at night. Recommended by my dermat. 

Hair removal: I refuse to shave because its so uncomfortable so i prefer to wax once in 2 months. Personally, when I began exfoliating my body twice a week - I use a scrub by the Body Shop - I noticed that the hair was growing back slower than it used to. I use a loofah for everyday too. I don’t believe in laser because it’s never just 6 sessions; you do have to have “maintenance” sessions as well post the 6.

Face sculpting: Gua sha on alternative nights. I dont know if this works or is placebo, but I felt like it did. 

Body lotion every day. Twice a day sometimes. I swear, it makes you smell good and feel so soft. 

Expensive make up: specially, foundation. I’m sorry, i know this could be controversial. But idk what cow semen Charlotte Tilbury puts in her make up, it seriously makes me glow. I’m yet to find a good drug store alternative. A while back, I stopped wearing concealer, and I began using a lighter shade of CT’s foundation as concealer over my normal shade. I feel that because the products are chemically the same, they blend better and don’t react and “peel.” Highly recommend that too. For the rest of my face like powder, blush, eyeliner, I do use normal drug store make up.  

✨

Oral hygiene:

I used to have braces. After taking them off, I noticed a difference in my jaw.

Brush, floss, Listrine, tongue cleaner

Mild whitening. I think Hollywood level teeth whitening looks crazy and I want to look as “naturally” beautiful as possible.

✨

Hair care:

For hair growth: as recommended by my doc: minoxidil hair foam 5% w/w Tugain Foam.

High frequency wand before wash days on my scalp. 

Moroccan hair oil. I use a tiny amount everyday on my ends after I finish my make up for the day and I swear it makes my hair shine like crazy.

I also got hair Botox done because i used to have curly but absolutely unmanageable hair. I tried to make it work for years but i gave up and caved in to having permanent straight hair and I love it. 

I only shampoo twice a day so on days when i workout but don’t shampoo, i use hair perfume. I spray some of it on my brush and run it through my hair. I swear it works. 

✨

Overall:

The colour palette theory seriously works. I didn’t realise that wearing the right colours can impact you so much.

Confidence is absolutely key. I seriously recommend going to a group class of some sort if you have the time and just mingling with random people. Social situations are important to gauge your “standing.”

Random but if you have a big nose: grow out your eyebrows / fill them in slightly thicker. I noticed that when I had thin eyebrows, my nose would stand out more but when I made them thicker, it balanced my face out better. 

Steam iron your clothes before you wear them. You will look 100% put together. 

*IF* you’re aesthetically challenged when it comes to picking clothes, use my rule of thumb: never wear any more than 3 colours at once  (remember: IF you can’t put outfits together). 

[fullofbees]

Anon requested: Lucifer totally would want to have sex on a grand piano just because.

CW: Lots of religious undertones, tbh this is probably just straight up blasphemy

»»----------► Reader is Gender Neutral

The time on your phone reads 23:08 as you slump in the loveseat, stretching your legs out before you. For six hours, you have locked yourself in the library, skimming book after book for a report that’s due next week. You’ve made decent progress, but as the night passed, the more certain you became about having to give up your weekend.   

The thought has you sighing in frustration and sadness. You had been looking forward to the weekend, having been invited out by Asmodeus for a spa treatment and much needed retail therapy. A Devildom influencer you liked had been raving about a new gel polish that you were desperate to get your hands on. And with Asmo by your side, you were sure to get one in each color, as his death glare would keep any lesser demons out of your way.   

You can already see the demon’s pout as you regretfully cancel your plans in the morning. You know he’ll hug you tightly, promising to get the polish for you anyways before kissing your forehead. That is all well and good, but you miss the lustful fifth-born.  

Focusing on it will only make your mood worse. Deciding to leave everything where it was– you did not have the energy to lug everything back to your room– you stand from the loveseat and put out the fireplace. Darkness overtakes the library in an instant, the eerie feeling creeping up your spine reminding you of the house’s haunted nature.   

Holding your D.D.D. tight to your chest, you know you’re probably being silly as you turn its flashlight on. As you make your way to the exit, you can hear faint music echoing from beyond the room. It only adds to the creep factor, making you feel like the lovesick protagonist of Guillermo Del Toro’s latest blockbuster hit. You’ll exit the library to find your ghostly lover at the end of the hall, and you’ll call and chase after them only to watch them vanish into thin air as after rounding a corner.   

The door creaks as you open it to the adjoining music room. Faint candlelight blossoms from the far corner, your supposed lover cloaked in a black silhouette. The melody flowing from their fingertips is soft and melancholic, as if afraid to be heard. Moonlight gleams from the windows, creating a tiled path up to the grand piano, cool grays melting into the warm golden light from the candles.   

You hadn’t realized you had taken a few steps into the room until the heavy wooden door of the library slammed shut behind you. You’re not proud of it, but you scream and end up tripping over your feet when you try to run away. Bruisably soft body meets unforgiving cold tile. The melody stops, being replaced by frantic steps rushing your way.   

Rushing blood causes your head to pound as you push yourself to your knees. You’re greeted with the sight of black Oxfords before you. Raising your head, Lucifer stares down at you with a confused look on his face. His large coat is nowhere to be found; his tie is undone, hanging loosely around his neck, with the first few buttons of his shirt open. A delicate rosy glow decorates the exposed skin, trailing up to his cheeks. His well-kept hair is now messy and tangled, like he’s been constantly running his hands through it.   

“Lucifer…?” You hesitantly ask, wondering why he’s not saying anything.  

The demon bends forward and offers you his hand, gloves absent for once, “Are you alright?”   

After placing your hand in his, Lucifer helps you off the floor. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”  

“I just finished studying,” you answer.  

“Very well, time for you to head to bed then.”  

You stare at each other, an awkward aura settling around. Lucifer’s eyebrows furrow in annoyance, “What is it?”  

“Uhm, it’s just– You haven’t let go of my hand.”  

He looks down at your clasped hands, fingers intertwined, and his expression softens. Still, he doesn’t release you from his hold, now too entranced by the feeling of your soft skin.  

“Lucifer, are– are you alright?”   

The first-born drops your hand suddenly, as if he has been burned, before taking a step back from you, “Quite. Nothing you need to concern yourself with.”  

You nearly roll your eyes, wanting to chastise him about how his health and happiness are always your concern as their assistant, but manage to refrain when you see how his gaze lingers. It’s not hollow, like he’s looking through you, but rather like he’s searching for something. A gut instinct tells you to defy his dismissal and stay; you have a feeling he wants you to.  

“I didn’t know you could play, you’re really good,” You lie, trying to use conversation as an excuse to stay. But Lucifer merely answers with a confirming hum.   

The awkward feeling returns, and you’re caught off by just how much it hurts. You forget that this isn’t your Lucifer; this is him at a time of vulnerability, of distrusting others, a time where you hadn’t existed to comfort him.   

“Can I listen?” Now it is your turn to extend a metaphorical hand to him. You just hope he takes it.   

The demon acquiesces with a gruff, “Fine,” before turning on his heel and making his way back to the piano. You follow behind silently, listening to the steady chorus resounding off the walls as your footsteps fall in line with his.   

You’re startled by the mess that surrounds the instrument. Music sheets litter the floor; some crumpled up and piled in a nearby wastebin, some torn in half, others in multiple little pieces, all of them with hasty scribbles of ink and jarring lines where the notes have been scratched out. An uncorked bottle of demonus sits precariously on the piano’s frame, though there is no glass in sight.   

Lucifer seats himself on the bench as you begin collecting the discarded papers from the floor. The demon doesn’t seem to pay you any mind, as he starts a slow melody, single notes echoing out into the adjoining planetarium.   

Some of his writing has not been completely crossed out, and the repeating themes of his words both confuses and saddens you.   

Dread encounters me  

My palate discerns disasters  

That my soul would choose suffocation  

And are not satisfied with my flesh?  

“I was there that day; the day my Father broke that man’s spirit... I had delighted in it,” Lucifer’s somber voice cuts through the chords, “Is it not poetry then that I would befall the same fate?”  

The papers rustle in your hands as you even the pile out, “And what fate is that?”  

He hums, gloved fingers idly hovering over the ivory keys, before chuckling and shaking his head, resuming his playing, “Forgive me, the demonus has loosened my tongue.”  

It always does , you want to say. You have lost count how many times Lucifer had whispered the sweetest, and filthiest, words imaginable to you because of the damned drink. How many mornings had he awoke to find himself drooling on your chest, his hair wild and unkempt from your hands during the previous night’s activities?   

It almost crushes you in its enormity; to realize how lonely you feel amongst the very devil you love, to feel his absence though he sits before you. You miss him so much.  

You remind yourself that you will return to him soon; that’s he’s not as far as he seems, all you need to do is form the pacts again. If you think about it, freshly fallen Lucifer is much like the Lucifer you knew when you first came to the Devildom, albeit considerably more brooding.   

It’s familiar. He’s familiar. You can do this.  

Lucifer had told you about ‘that day’ once, when he was but a babe of an angel, with only Simeon and Michael to keep him company. You had heard of the story before, as it had been spread amongst humankind for hundreds of years. You even had spent a a great deal of your own time studying it and any accompanying texts.   

No scribe could match the horrors he had shared with you. It was the worst you had ever seen him, save for tonight. It was a distant past wound to your Lucifer, but for the one before you, it is open and raw.  

Cautiously, you approach him, clutching the music sheets to your chest. You had comforted him once before, and surely that kind of bond can transcend time.   

“Therefore, I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.”  

The music stops. Lucifer now stares at you with both curiosity and apprehension. His gaze is piercing, intimidating, but it no longer phases you, for you have seen the tenderness that hides below.  

The demon shuffles over to make room for you on the bench and you graciously take the offered seat. Such a simple action should not thrill you so, but the warmth radiating from him is like your second home. The remnant of his cologne fills your lungs, and you’re pleased to find that it is the very same that he uses in the future. How very Lucifer to wear the same scent for centuries; you’ll have to tease him for it later.  

You’re about to speak, to further soothe his worries, but do not get the chance as his lips meet yours. His bare hands cradle your face, trapping you to the onslaught of feverish kisses, but it barely satisfies your craving for him. The papers you hold begin to slip from your grip before you cast them back to the ground so that you can run your hands through his hair.  

Tension quickly melts into desperation as you cling to each other, but your body demands air, and you are forced to separate. Lucifer takes the moment to stand, his hands dropping to your waist as he encourages you to rise as well. Once up, he immediately spins you around to press your body against the piano.  

Harsh and discordant notes chime from below as he balances you against the keys, hands gripping your thighs as he trails sloppy kisses along your neck. Your need is only intensified when he grinds his clothed cock between your spread legs, eliciting a small moan. He repeats the action again, harder than before, and it shakes the piano.  

You’re interrupted by the sound of glass breaking, and if the growing red puddle on the floor is anything to go by, a perfectly good bottle of demonus has just been wasted. Lucifer releases a deep sigh with a scowl, and tries to part from your body, presumably to clean up the mess.  

But you refuse to let him go, not when he was finally where you wanted him most. You push your heel into his backside, hands simultaneously pulling on his belt, forcing him back into position.  

“Don’t you dare stop.”  

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[bullet-prooflove]

Three things for Bodhi from Tulsa King: shower, morning, coffee

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dolphs-darling @kpopgirlbtssvt @tinyhandsnation @madisonbroxson1 

Companion piece to:

Tantric - Bodhi and you have something truly unique.

Sunset - Bodhi reflects on how the two of you met as the sun goes down.

The thing that Bodhi loves the most about staying at your place is the outdoor rainforest shower you have hidden amongst the plush greenery and bamboo panelling of your therapy garden. It’s where you find him first thing in the morning when the sun begins to raise, bathing the area in a warm beauteous glow.

The heated water rains down upon his bare skin as he rinses the essence of the lemongrass shampoo bar from his dark hair. There’s something so freeing about being in out in the open air. It makes him feel grounded, relaxed, closer to nature.

He’s always been shy about his body, even more so since the accident that almost claimed his life back in California. These last few years of being with you have altered his perspective, these days he’s more comfortable with his scars and with himself.

You’re standing before him when he opens your eyes, dressed int hat pretty black kimono he bought you for your birthday, the one with the yellow orchids printed onto the silk.

“May I join you?” You ask him and he nods his consent before you unfasten the knot and the fabric flutters to the ground beneath your feet.

You looks stunning in the morning sun, awash with colour and light, his own tantric goddess ready for the taking. He can’t help but kiss you when you step underneath the water, it cascades over your body as he claims you mouth, his palm coming to rest on your throat.

That’s the other thing he’s grown more confident with, his love making. He was always reserved in the past, going along with his partners wishes, fulfilling their needs. It had never been about him, not really.

With you it’s different, he gives freely, wantonly. He isn’t afraid to ask for the things he wants, to take them if you’re game.

“You have no idea how much you’ve given me Pippa.” He whispers against the curve of your throat as he guides himself inside you. “You fixed something in me I didn’t even know was broken.”

“You were never broken Bodhi.” You murmur, your head tipping back as in rapture as he fills you all the way to the hilt.  “A little banged up probably.”

“Maybe it was your sex magic that healed me.” He huffs against your throat and you let out that filthy little laugh of yours as he begins to move in slow languid strokes.

“Baby.” You mumble, your fingertips digging into his shoulders as his dick kisses that sweet spot. “I’d say you have a little sex magic, all of your own.”

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Fandom: Steven Universe Rating: Teen Audiences Words: 1.4K~ Summary: Steven surprises Connie with a handmade gift. Written for Glow Week 2024, for the prompt "Casual or Surprise."

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This one took a while, but woo! Got a prompt done! It encompasses both prompts for the day in some way.

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“So, uh… I made you a little something,” Steven begins, a nervous little waver rising in the tenor of his voice.

“Oh?” Connie hums, glancing up from her book to match eyes with her friend, recently turned boyfriend. His cheeks are flushed, and he stands at the foot of the stairs as if rearing to rush up to the next level at any moment. What’s all this about?

He taps his fingertips together, his gaze floating off as he proceeds to babble away, bless him.

“Now, as context, I know it’s like, nowhere near your birthday or anything, and you’ve always been more of an ‘acts of service’ and ‘quality time’ kind of person than the sort who goes for gifts, but… well, I’ll just show you! Stay right there!”

He careens up those steps with an altogether giddy smile lighting up his face, his eager footfalls echoing throughout the whole beach house. And while she’s of course piqued with curiosity on what this mysterious little gift could be, what stands out to her most about this moment is the heartwarming realization that this is the biggest smile she’s seen from him in a very long time. It’s no understatement to say these past few months have been the most challenging months of his entire life. No, it’s not an understatement at all. And sure, many may question how she— a mere teenager with miles of her own crap still left to work through— can ever bear it, willfully spending so many hours of her life with someone in such a state of distress. Willfully asking said person to be her boyfriend while he’s trudging through the most treacherous thickets of therapy. Her parents, pragmatic as they are, even went to the extent of warning her when she voiced this intention to them… asking if she was emotionally prepared to shoulder both the natural and uncommon hardships that were sure to come with dating a boy who— just months prior— loathed his own existence so much that he literally corrupted himself into a monster.

The answer, however, is and always shall be an emphatic yes.

Because she loves him.

Because he makes her world feel like magic.

Because the things they’ve experienced together have eternally linked them at the hip.

Because she can’t imagine a worthwhile future without him anymore.

Because the lighter, casual moments like these— just hanging out together in the house, reading a book, watching her boyfriend all flushed and happy and bashful around her— make every single day of potential hardship in between worth it.

And when he dashes down the stairs clutching a huge but slender, messily wrapped parcel in both hands, tied up with curling ribbon at its ends, she discovers yet another reason why she adores him so much.

“A little something?” she says with a playful gasp, setting her book down on the coffee table as she stands to her feet. “Steven, that’s like three feet long! What on Earth did you—”

“Just open it,” he beams, passing the parcel to her.

And open it she does.

Connie is normally very deliberate in the way she pulls gift wrap apart— working from the edges so she can avoid tearing or wrinkling the paper and has scraps to re-wrap other presents in— but the second she’s revealed even the smallest swath of Steven’s handmade gift her heart skips a beat, and she feels compelled to rip the rest away in mere seconds, impatient in her desire to admire the full item.

It’s a scabbard.

More specifically, it’s a leather skinned scabbard, artfully detailed with the same repeating glyph motif that forms the borders on the maps featured within her Spirit Morph Saga books. Said detailing is a little messy, every last line clearly tooled by hand, but exudes so much love and care. There are also golden fittings affixed to the end and throat of this scabbard, as well as two sturdy buckles she could use to fasten it to her baldric.

“It’s not perfect,” her boyfriend comments, carding his fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, “and the fittings didn’t really come out as smooth as I wanted, but I remember you always saying your current scabbard was too heavy, so… I thought I’d make a new one.”

“Wow, I—” she breathes in disbelief, running her hand across the tanned leather with reverence. “This is incredible! How did you even—?”

“Bismuth helped with a lot of it,” he says with a bit of a laugh, moving to sit on the couch again. (She follows suit, gently laying his handiwork on the table before them.) “She let me use some of her tools, and even found the original mold for your sword for me to take measurements from. Those fittings?” he points towards the metal in question, a little dented and uneven in shape, but undeniably sturdy. “Took five attempts to get right. I kept cooling them too fast.”

“Is this real leather?” she marvels, continuing to admire the nearly smooth, flat grain texture.

“Actually, yes,” he nods. “I wouldn’t usually spring for the real stuff, but… well, my uncle had a bunch of old hides he wasn’t using that he inherited from his grandfather. And then, fun fact, the core of this doesn’t even come from Earth at all! It’s sourced from some fallen trees on one of the restored Kyanite Cluster colonies. Supposed to be some of the lightest yet durable wood out there.”

Her eyes outright glisten under the intensity of all the effervescent emotions coursing through her veins. “So you’re saying you made me a scabbard from complete scratch with heirloom leather and space wood?”

“Do you… like it?” he says, rocking back and forth in his seat, no doubt probing every last facet of her expression to try and decipher her truest sentiments on his gift.

She throws out her arms in want of an embrace. “Are you kidding? I fucking love it!”

Pure, undiluted adoration surges straight through her very heart as she outright throws herself at her boyfriend, clutching upon the thick woolen folds of his jacket as she nuzzles her chin at the crook of his neck, her slow exhale radiating warmth against his skin.

She’s no stranger to an unexpected lavish gift— she remembers with fondness that day her parents surprised her with a violin, or the delicately embroidered sari her mother got her for her twelfth birthday.

But this gift… this gift was made especially for her, and the sheer sentimentality of that realization has her falling in love with this boy all over again.

“All this tooling,” she asks a few moments later, once they’ve ended their embrace. “Steven, how long did this even take you?”

A small laugh— perhaps in disbelief at the vast scope of his own handiwork— bubbles through the beginning of his reply. “Many, many weeks. I just followed some TubeTube tutorials for the bulk of it. It was nice, though— a surprisingly stress relieving outlet.”

She nods. “Yeah, I bet.”

At that point, Steven glances aside, giving (in the context of this otherwise joyous little moment) an uncharacteristically heavy exhale. Her lips curve into a frown as she studies him, his expression growing all pensive and line-y like it does whenever he’s reflecting on more personal matters. Hmm. What’s he noodlin’ about this time?

Thankfully, for once she doesn’t have to ask.

“Connie, I— you’ve been such a source of strength for me these past months,” he begins, endlessly wringing his fingers together in his lap, “and… I guess I just wanted to make you something to say that— well, that I see you. And I thank you. And that I’m so, so eternally indebted to you.”

“You’re not indebted to me, silly,” she says in the softest tone she can manage, capturing both his hands within hers, calming their nervous fidgeting. “This gift is really thoughtful and sweet and I adore every inch of it, but please— in the future, please don’t feel like you have to ‘make up’ for anything. I’m choosing to stand by your side through all this, remember? And you know why?”

The barest hint of a smile blooms across his face, the tips of his ears turning beet red.

“Because you love me very, very dearly and I need to stop listening to my jerk ass brain—?” he echoes her own line sheepishly, voice cracking at the edges like it hasn’t since he finally got his growth spurt.

“You said it yourself, mister. Now come ‘ere, you—“

With a soft giggle, she pulls him forward by the lapels of his jacket and plants a chaste kiss against his lips.

She can tell he’s not quite at a stage of recovery where he’s emotionally capable of understanding why, but one thing’s for damn sure:

She’d say yes to this boy for a thousand eternities.

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TICK // 5.1 - how soon is now?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (homophobia, angst, language, sexual content)

Word Count: 2700

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I am the son And the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir Of nothing in particular

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December 1983 - junior year

Stepping off of the school bus with Robin close behind you, you immediately began scanning the Hawkins High parking lot for Eddie and his beat up van.

And there he was.

Leaning casually against the side of his van, one leg propped up on the tire. It was hard to miss the unusual creature that called himself Eddie Munson.

You tugged on Robin's backpack strap. "See you later, yeah? Cover for me with Mom and Dad if I'm not back by dinner," thinking for a moment, you laughed. "Actually, maybe consider calling Hopper if I mysteriously disappear after this."

Robin chuckled, "He does have a legitimate kidnapper's van. But hey, maybe he'll try to lure you in with free candy or puppies."

Sticking out her pinky finger to you, your sister hooked it around yours before saying goodbye.

Normally, you would exit the school bus each morning and look around for Nancy, or maybe Chrissy Cunningham, who you were friends with briefly in middle school. You used to look for Barb, too, with her glowing red hair and kind smile. 

You assumed Nancy was with Steve Harrington and their group. Lately, the popular crowd had been irking you, making the base of your skull ache with apprehension. The idea of them not being quality friends and judging you behind your back made you think of your parents. 

You did a lot of thinking in your spare time - about your family, school, stuff like that. You were naturally an overthinker. That's why you picked at your fingers so much.

Most of your thoughts that week were more focused on your social life, though, including the crazy-haired boy that stumbled into your line of attention by simply giving you a tattoo and being genuine.

You wanted that for yourself. You wanted to feel comfortable in your own skin. You wanted Robin to feel comfortable in her own skin, too. How long had they been conforming to the mold your parents put them in, for fear of chastisement? Or, in Robin's case, conversion therapy.

Shaking your head and vowing to start a new day, you meandered over to Eddie. You wondered if he would ever not look slightly shocked when you talked to him in public.

"Good morning, sunshine. To what do I owe the pleasure?" 

He sipped on a paper cup of what looked like black coffee, eyeing you through the steam that was coming off the hot liquid. You tried not to stare at his lips as he licked them.

"Wanna ditch school with me today?" you said quickly.

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You shut your mouth How can you say I go about things the wrong way?

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Ten minutes into driving and you were already bickering with each other. 

Eddie couldn't keep his mouth shut. And you couldn't stop your fiery temper from taking the bait.

"...all I'm saying is, I don't understand why you're friends with those jocks."

You huffed for what felt like the millionth time, looking out the window of his van. "And I told you already, I'm not really friends with them. Nancy, yeah, but not the guys."

"And why not?"

Eyes wide, you snapped a little. "You just asked me why I'm friends with them. Now you're asking me why I'm not?"

The grin on Eddie's face was contagious, apparently, almost making you smile back. His outrageous, carefree attitude reminded you of why you wanted to skip school with him to begin with.

"Fine, fine. New question."

"Great," you replied with heavy sarcasm.

"What about me?" Eddie kept his eyes on the road, but glanced your way for a split second. "Why the hell are we suddenly hanging out with each other?"

"Because I asked you to ditch school with me today," you replied simply. 

"Thanks, Captain Obvious, but you know what I meant."

The girl in his passenger seat thought for a minute or two, trying to find the right words. You knew he deserved some kind of explanation. Especially after kissing him out of nowhere at the party. Hell, he probably thought you were a typical popular kid playing a prank on him.

You picked absentmindedly at the stray fibers sticking out of the woven seat cover. 

"I dunno, I feel like I can trust you, in a way. Like you're not going to run off and tell the whole school all the juicy details."

"I don't kiss and tell, Buckley."

You waved in his direction. "Exactly. Thanks for not telling anyone about the tattoo, either."

Eddie seemed unusually serious for a moment. "No problem."

"You know, I'm sure it would take less than a day for Carol Perkins to spread rumors about me if she had the right ammo for it. She's always had it out for me. And I never did shit to her!"

The boy beside you chuckled. "It's because you're prettier than her. And a lot less annoying," he paused before adding one last comment. "Not to mention her boyfriend Tommy drools over you every chance he gets."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. You never noticed?"

"Well… no. He's a douchebag."

The van was at a stoplight in the middle of downtown. Though the weather was bitterly cold, you could still see shoppers walking along the storefronts.

"So, I've recently come into some money," Eddie began. "Ten whole dollars to be exact. What do you think about grabbing some hot chocolate?"

The corners of your lips lifted into a smile. "Sure."

He rounded the corner, pulling up to the nearly empty small diner. 

Over two cups of hot chocolate, with extra whipped cream for you, the two teenagers chatted happily. 

It felt natural for you. For the first time since you could remember, you felt comfortable. Your sharp edges softened. The wall you had built up to shield your heart was still standing strong, but there was a tiny window on it that you allowed Eddie Munson to peer through.

You learned about the love he had for his guitar, the dreams he had for his future in the music business. You learned, sadly, that he didn't get along with his dad and that his mother left when Eddie was just a kid.

And most importantly, he made you laugh. Usually, Robin was the only one who could do that. But the difference between Eddie and Robin was that you had the natural urge to protect your little sister. You didn't burden Robin with any more stress than she already had to deal with. 

With Eddie, you looked at him as an equal, and maybe you didn't have to hide your deep, dark thoughts. 

A few hours later, you both made your way back to Eddie's van.

"You know, I've never driven a car before."

The leather-clad boy stopped dead in his tracks, one pale hand resting on the hood of the van.

"Come again?"

"I can't drive. No one's ever taught me," you tugged on the passenger side door handle. "Pick your jaw up off the floor and unlock the van! I'm freezing, dingus."

Finally inside with the heat blasting through the old vents, Eddie turned to you as you rubbed your hands together furiously. 

"Well, there's only one thing left to do now."

For a second, seeing the look on his mischievous face, you were scared that he was going to kiss you. Well, scared was the wrong word. 

You definitely wanted to kiss him again. A part of you wanted to re-do the first kiss. It shouldn't have been a quick peck on the lips in the dark, only for you to run away afterwards. You figured it was a necessity to get the first kiss over with, though. Now, you wanted another one, but maybe with a bit more... romance? 

Ugh, you thought inwardly. Romantic wasn't a word to describe you or Eddie fucking Munson.

But he didn't kiss you. He reached a calloused finger towards you and booped you on the nose like a little kid.

"I'm gonna teach you how to drive, Buckley."

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I am human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does

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"Slow down! Pump the brakes."

"I'm trying!"

"The hell you're not!"

"Stop being an ass! We're fine."

Eddie spoke deliberately, face calm. "Put your foot on the brakes before you kill the both of us."

He was just giving you shit, because in reality, you were just fine. He took you to a large abandoned factory that had an expansive parking lot to practice driving in. There was nothing even slightly close for you to crash into.

If Eddie was being totally honest, the sight of a woman, specifically you, behind the wheel of his beloved van was enough to drive him wild. After spending nearly an entire day with the spunky Buckley girl, his spank bank was overflowing.

He never even let Gareth or any of his friends drive the van. Besides his guitar, it was his most prized possession.

He couldn't possibly pass up the opportunity to teach you how to drive. It was like taking someone’s virginity - it can only be done to a person once. Eddie felt honored to be the first to teach you, even if he never ended up being any other firsts for you. But he had to slap those thoughts into oblivion as his jeans suddenly felt tight, causing him to sigh and fog up the window beside him.

What better than a day of hooky, hot chocolate, and reckless driving?

After a while of cruising at an insane speed of five miles per hour, you seemed to get more comfortable with pressing gently on the gas pedal and then alternating to the brakes. You were pretty good with the steering but your lead foot needed Jesus.

You slowed to a complete stop, shifting into park. "See? I told you we were fine."

"Hey, I just gotta look out for my precious… Brenda here," Eddie replied, rubbing his hand on the sun-bleached dashboard.

You stared at the boy, a smile tickling your lips. "Did you just make up that name?"

He tried to keep a straight face, but busted out laughing. "Yeah, I don't know. It was the first one I could think of. The van doesn't really have a name."

Eddie couldn't remember the last time he was in such a good mood. 

"Well, she has a name now. Brenda." 

You looked around, both of your hands still on the wheel. Your wandering eyes inspected the radio, then drifted towards Eddie. The look in your eyes was mysterious to him.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

You chewed on your lip, staring out the window towards the decrepit factory in front of you. "Nothing, really. Just a lot of firsts for me lately."

A knot formed in his stomach as your words mirrored his earlier thoughts. Curiosity taking hold of him, he couldn’t help but pry. "Like…?"

You had a neurotic habit of picking at things when you tried to explain serious business. He watched patiently as you scratched at the peeling paint on the driver's side door.

"Driving, obviously. Skipping school. That was kinda my first… kiss the other day, too."

If you were ever planning to tell him this information without him asking, Eddie would never know. But he was shocked. He let out a quick, unintentional laugh. He didn't mean for it to sound rude... but the words were already spilling out.

"You're fucking with me, right?"

He sounded very rude.

You looked suddenly defensive. "Yes, Eddie, I'm lying to your face." Your voice dripped with sarcasm and your eyes turned cold.

"Back it up, sunshine. I'm not making fun of you," he rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "But, like, why? Why me? If it's 'cause you were drinking, I totally understand if it was a mistak-"

"No," you interrupted firmly, "Not a mistake." And then you went silent.

Looking again at the clock on the radio, you unbuckled your seatbelt and climbed out. 

"I've got to get home soon. I don't want my parents to know I ditched."

"Won't the school call them since you didn't show up?"

"Probably, but they've been at work all day. They don't usually get home until after my sister and I get off the bus."

Trading seats with you in the van, Eddie followed your directions and drove you home. He felt a little insecure at the sight of your nice, perfectly maintained middle class home. He worried that you would have a conniption fit at the sight of the house he shared with his father.

"Thanks for everything today, Eddie Munson."

He stared at you, wondering what was going through your mind. But instead of inquiring, he let you go. You waved a quick goodbye at the brown-eyed boy before disappearing into the house.

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I am the son And the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir Of nothing in particular

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"Bless us, oh Lord, and these gifts which we are about to receive from your bounty. Through Christ our Lord we pray, Amen."

Dinnertime in the Buckley household was underway. From what you could tell, your parents had no clue that you skipped school that day. Shoveling mashed potatoes onto her plate, your mother looked at you and Robin.

"So, girls, tell us about your day."

You both exchanged identical looks before your parents could notice something was off. The eldest Buckley daughter responded with haste.

"My day was good. Not much homework with winter break coming up."

Your mother smiled at you. "I'm so excited for Father Humphrey's service on Christmas Eve. Aren't you, Richard?"

Grumbling something about being up late on a holiday, her father shrugged. "How about you, Robin? Did anything interesting happen at school today?"

You could see the internal battle in Robin's head, trying to think of a proper thing to say. 

"Oh, yeah. I was selected to do a new song in band. So I practiced that a lot today."

Melissa Buckley giggled. "That's great news, Robin. A solo? You're so talented, sweetie."

"No, not a solo. More of a… duet."

"And who is the lucky boy, dear?"

You knew that the duet was with a girl, which is the main reason why Robin was so excited about it to begin with. But Robin knew the protocol.

"Uh, Kevin… Kevin Brown." Totally made up name.

Your father finally spoke, his mouth full of food. "See, Y/N, why aren't you more like your sister? If you keep avoiding boys, the whole town is going to think you're one of those… homosexuals."

"Richard!" your mother scolded, straightening up in her chair.

"What? You know I'm right. The girl is seventeen. Prom is coming up. I've never heard a single boy's name come out of her mouth. She spends too much time with that Wheeler girl, and you know they're a bunch of sinners."

Resisting the urge to flip the entire fucking table, you remained stone-faced as you responded. You could feel Robin kicking your leg underneath the table.

"Actually, father, I have plans with a boy this week."

He snorted. "Is that so?"

You politely dabbed your mouth with the expensive cotton napkin, face red with silent anger, then stood up from your chair.

"Yes, and he agreed to teach me how to drive. So maybe I can get my license in the spring."

Your mother set down her silverware. "Darling, is that really necessary? What's this boy's name?"

"Eddie Munson."

Slam.

Richard Buckley pounded a fist on the table, then pointed at you. "I forbid this. You know what kind of reputation that family has. His father is a drunk and a heathen."

"Please…" Robin pulled on the edge of your shirt. Not worth it, she mouthed at you.

You looked your father directly into his eyes, the color so much like your own. But he didn't back down.

"I forbid this, Y/N," he repeated coolly. "If I see you with that Munson boy, you'll be spending your entire senior year in a private school, where you can focus on your studies and repent."

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When you say it's gonna happen now When exactly do you mean? See I've already waited too long And all my hope is gone

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(song lyrics credit: "How Soon Is Now?" by The Smiths)

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[OC info]

Birthname: Garis Holt.

Nickname: Guss.

Rank: Private.

Profession pre-death: soldier, US marines.

Mortal Status: KIA.

Date of death: march 1st 1966.

Sexuality: Bi.

Race: Sinner.

Hobbies: drinking, guns, history, sketching and music (Mostly Rock and heavy metal)

Cloathing: Often wearing green camo themed cloathing. Such as vests. Leather jackets. Utility pants and military caps. He is only seen wearing his full military attire (helmet, gas mask, flack jacket and weapons) if he is on alert or expecting a fight.

Appearence: Guss has a very skeletal body. Along with Sharp teeth and pointy finger nails. His eyes are yellow and very reptilian in nature. His arms and legs are covered with so many scars and old wounds that they are beyond count. His cloathing covers them up most of the time However. Lastly, Guss is bald and has no facial hair. His skin is pale White.

Alternate demonic form: this is the form that guss takes on automatically if he gets extremely angry or enters a frenzy. He can also take it on willingly to perform better in hand to hand combat. His arms and legs elongated. Making him twice as tall as he used to be and giving him a very uncanny slender appearance. His fingers turn in to long boney talons, his teeth grow longer and sharper, and his eyes glow red with rage instead of their usual yellow color. Razor sharp spikes also grow out of his arms and back. Making him very hard and painful to grab a hold of. He calls this his 'Wrath Form' Guss usually hesitates to take on this form. Because it's a bit painful to take it on. And tends to somewhat ruin what he is currently wearing to cover up his arms and back.

Backstory: Born in the late 1930s, America. Garis Holt never had much family aside from his beloved sister, Annah Holt, Whom he was very close to. His mother died Giving birth to him. And he has never met his Father. Garis dropped out of college and ran off to Join the military at the age of 19. Much to his sister’s dismay. Joining up with the US military after going through a very rough training program, he was shipped off to serve in the Vietnam war, which he did Until he was killed in action 1966. Durring his time in the war, Garis and his unit experienced a lot of horrific things. And comitted horrible acts such as Executing SUSPECTED VC civilians and slaughtering prisoners of war. All of this eventually landed him in hell upon his death. His sin was Wrath, for the hate and rage he felt towards the enemy he was fighting durring the war. He has been in hell for a long time Now. And has learned to survive with a very nomadic lifestyle, and without a solid roof over his head. You have to, if you wanna make it through an extermination day.

Other info: Guss feels tremendous regret and gulit for his actions durring the war. He has never recived Any therapy for help, nor does he really wish to recive any. He also suffers from PTSD and night terrors. Which Can lead to a fight or flight frenzy at the worst of times.

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[the-ninjago-girl]

I'm back with another ninjago au babes let's fucking go

I've decided to call this au the prince of darkness :)

Alright, so this takes place after s4. The ninja wary of Kai after his 'betrayal' and what he did while under the unfluence of the staff of elements, kick him off of the team and abandon him somewhere in ninjago city.

Unfortunately for future them, where they abandoned Kai at just so happened to have a recently hatched baby of the great devourer. And it ends up biting kai. Thus as a result history begins to repeat itself. :)

Even worse for kai(like the bs he's gone through wasn't already bad enough for him-) wasn't a legal adult as of yet, being just 16 at the time, was found out to no longer be with the ninja and thus no legal guardian since he wasn't 18 just yet, was placed in a temporary home to be adopted. And adopted he was. By the emperor and empress of ninjago.

Now, him being adopted by the 2 wasn't a coincidence. It was all planned out by harumi. :)

Thanks to her connections and her newly formed biker gang, the sons of garmadon, she was able to find out about his role in helping to stop the great devourer(finding the weak spot, creating/the idea for the ultra sonic raider, ect.), what happened with the ninja, and most importantly, that he got bit by the baby of the evil snake. So much like garmadon, she definitely admired him a lot more when she found out. And her hatred for the other ninja grew and festered even more.

And eventually after some time of Kai being there she reveals that she knows everything that happened to him. And convinces/influences him into succumbing into the darkness in him to make the ninja pay for what they did to him/them both.

So harumi gets an evil brother. :)

Some other bits of info I think are neat:

When Kai starts developing white hair from the venom the emperor and empress just assume he was very stressed from what had happened in the home he was in before they found him/whatever happened with the ninja and give him lots of space to get comfortable and adjust to his new life(which is the complete opposite of what you 2 should be doing for these traumatized kids get them some GODDAMN THERAPY.)

Eventually some spots of his skin turn black from the venom like garmadons' did,(think like vitiligo) and thanks to all the good quality make up in the palace they were able to hide him slowly turning more oni till the grand reveal >:)

They were also able to pass the glowing eyes as a part of kais elemental power(since I like to hc that kais eyes are naturally red.)

Harumi definitely rubs Kai being HER big brother in Lloyd and nyas faces after what happened to him is revealed along with them being a part of the sog(so when they steal the bounty/have Lloyd put in a cage for the ritual)

I'd like to think sometime after garmadon was cured that he ended up legally adopting Kai and nya as his kids, especially since they were already like siblings to Lloyd. So the newly revived lord garmadon gets his eldest son back and is evil like him! And gets a new evil daughter! The evilest family to exist!

Idk what I could do for Crystalized. I haven't thought that far a head lmao