#not as bad as the corn ink

[carcasstohounds]

me, one fall day like two years ago: haha yeah i’ll apply to this art school :•) that sounds fun

me now: *painting paprika juice on a piece of paper*

[wwefan2002]

mami's girl (a little R&R 2)

Rhea x !fem reader

CW: !dom Rhea, !soft Rhea, angst, possessive, smut, fluff

TW: fingering(both reciving), oral(!Reciving both)

18+ MINORS DNI

summary: after confessing her love for Rhea reader starts getting harassed by her ex and Rhea comes to the rescue, while also showing reader exactly who she belongs to ;)

A/N: enjoy guys im having fun writing it also taking request for more female wrestling fanfics :)

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Your walking backstage getting your mind focused on the match tonight you versus chelsa green for the US womans title your ready for her, you know you can beat her but as you are walking to the locker room your stopped by your ex you look at him with anger in your eyes, he trys to come close to you but you put your arm out to back him up a bit, "what are you doing" you ask giving him a disgusted look, "im just trying to get a good look at you" he smirks, you want to throw up at hearing that "well I don't want to see you" you say trying to move away from him but he stops you grabbing your arm, " HEY LET GO OF ME" you say loudly, he still try's to get close to you, you back up slightly only to be met with a wall at your back now he has you cornered your heart racing, you want to hide as your hands tremble as he looks at you this time his eyes replaced with anger, you try to move again but he stops you "im just trying to look at my girl" he says making your skin crawl. You try your best to stay calm until you hear a familiar voice " HEY MOTHER FUCKER SHE SAID LET HER GO" you hear Rhea yell loudly as she rushes over seeing you being corned by him, she looks at him the fire burning hotter then hell in her eyes as she walks up to him he turns to face her, they are nose to nose he looks at her and laughs, "or what are you going to do she is mine Afterall" he smirks Rhea's burning a hole through him she grabs him and throws him the floor "you stay away from her if I ever see you near her again I will cut of your balls and feed them to you" she says she then turns to you grabbing your hand and leads you to the locker room where you sit on the couch as Rhea closes the door behind you. Once inside she sits next to you, your hands still shaking from what just happened Rhea looks at you "are you ok babe did he hurt you" she asks looking at your arm were he grabbed it " that son of bitch if he ever touches you again please tell me", you look at Rhea and nod as she wraps her arms around you holding you close " its ok babe he can't hurt you now" she says feeling you shaking, you turn to her before bursting in to tears at the fear you felt. Rhea looks at you and takes your face in her hands wiping away your tears "its ok babe he won't hurt you ever again ill make sure of it because your mine now"

You look at Rhea taking her hands in yours looking down at her hands looking at her black and purple nail polish and the ink that covers her hands, you then lift your head to look at Rhea " im....im yours" you say questioning if Shes serious, she looks at you smiling, "yes babe your mine and I'm yours I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you" she says smiling at you, you look into her eyes and you can see she really means that, you bury your head in her chest running your hands along her arm admiring the ink that adorns them, she softly rubs your back and places a soft kiss on your forehead, you look up at her smiling "so I guess you are my mami now huh" you say smiling at her she looks at you smiling as she chuckles "yes princess" she says as your heart about beats out of your chest at her saying princess, your mind being but at ease by her words and her touch. You look at Rhea smiling "ok now I have to get ready for my match please don't try to kill anyone for me" you say smirking she smirks at you as you stand up to change into your gear, " no promises" she says as you turn and go get changed before coming back to finish getting your boots on, Rhea looks at you as you adjust yourself in the mirror, she comes up behind you and puts her hands on your ass to which you look at her in mirror and roll your eyes " really" you say playfully as you smirk Rhea looks at you as she squeezes your ass " I have to show everyone who you belong to and that includes you" Rhea says as she chuckles, you look at her " oh really so I belong to you now" you say smiling slyly " well then how about you show me that I belong to you tonight" you say smirking, but before you finish smiling Rhea turns you around pressing you against the wall with your hands above your head, Rhea looks at you her oceanic blue eyes filled with lust, " mamis going to show you that you belong to her" she says getting close to you before placing kisses on your earlobe, you giggle before she lets you finish getting ready for your match.

You look at Rhea walking over to her before giving her a kiss "you got this babe show them who the champ is" she says before you turn to go to gorilla Rhea gives your ass a nice smack watching it giggle; you jump a little at the feeling as you turn back to look at her, she smirks you roll your eyes playfully at her as you go to gorilla. You and Chelsa have a barn burner of a match after 20 minutes you finally got the win as you rolled off Chelsa after pinning her you get on your knees putting your head to the mat tears running down your face as you hear the announcer " AND NEW UNITED STATES WOMENS CHAMPION Y/N" you look up from the mat out at the crowd as the ref hands you the title you raise it high above your head as more tears stream down your face, through everything that happened today and over the past month you finally achieved your dream of winning a title in WWE, you finally won your first title and it didn't feel really as you stared at the title your hand it felt like a dream, as you walked through gorilla the first person you see is Rhea, she rushes to you lifting you off your feet spinning you around, " OMG YOU DID IT" she screamed you smiled big as she held you, she finally put you done and you looked at her smiling big " I did it" you said both you and Rhea laughing and smiling, as the next person you saw was triple H he congratulates you on the win and all the hard work you have put in he then leans in to whisper to you " just so you know I saw what that guy did he's fired and make sure you thank Rhea tonight" you look at him smiling and nodding as you grab Rhea's arm and you both walk back to the locker room to change. You both get changed and head back to the hotel title over your shoulder you still couldn't believe that you actually won, as you made your way to your hotel room Rhea was walking behind you staring at your ass and you knew it so when you finally got into the room you put your bag in the corner and when you bent down to grab some more comfy clothes you made sure to shake your ass at her giving her a little show. You then turned and went to the bathroom to change Rhea changed and then sat on the bed waiting for you to return, Once you returned from the bathroom you saw Rhea sitting on the edge of the bed, you sit next to her turning to face her smiling, she looks into your eyes watching as the light reflects off them turning them from dark brown to a light brown, she then takes your hands running her thumbs over your hands, you look at her "so who do I belong to mami" you say smirking at her, her eyes lighting up with lust, before you can even react she has her hand on your throat your heart beating fast, "ill show you" she growls as she pushes you back into the bed grabbing your pants and pulling them down to reveal that you weren't wearing any panties because you knew she wanted you that way.

Rhea looks at you and smiles "oh someone wanted to show off for mami huh you naughty girl not wearing any panties anyone could have seen the outline of your pussy" she says as you smile "well I did it for you mami" you say smirking as she removes your pants the rest of the way before discarding them on the floor and then crawling up the bed getting on top of you, Rhea starts kissing your neck and your collarbone making sure to leave marks to show everyone who you belong to, the hairs on your body standing up at the feeling of her lips on your skin, you moan softly as she kisses all the way down your stomach, you watch as she does so your eyes dancing over her skin admiring the gargoyle tattoo on her back as your hands glide through her onyx colored hair, she then spreads your legs reveling your soaking wet core, she then places kisses along your inner thighs as she does she licks and bites them making sure to leave her mark on you no one can have only Rhea can. She then finally starts licking at your folds causing you to whimper, she smiles hearing how good she's making you feel she starts licking you up and down your folds stopping just before your clit causing you to whine out " ohh....ohhh please mami" you whine out she looks up at you " please mami what princess" she says making you melt you were like puddy in her hands melting at her words and her touch, " please eat my pussy mami" you say she smiles before finally plunging her tounge deep in your sweet core, causing you to moan loud and squirm at her tounge inside you, your hands gripping her head hard trying to push her head deeper into your pussy. Rhea then stops and takes her tounge out of you causing you to whimper, but before you can even think she has you by the throat again " you let mami do what she wants you don't get to cum until mami says do you understand" she says as her eyes stare through to your soul. " ye....yes mami" you say through breaths she then lets your throat go and kisses you deeply, your juices covering her tounge as she snakes her tounge in your mouth allowing you to taste yourself on her tounge causing you to moan as you feel Rhea tugging at your shirt you then raise your arms allowing her to take it off as she breaks the kiss, she then removes her own clothes giving you a good look at her ass you stare at every inch of her body from the curves of her ass to the neatly trimmed pubic hair that covers just above her pussy to her tone abs and her juicy tits and her beautifully full areolas, you look at her hard nipples just wanting to take them in your mouth and suck them for hours, but you know mamis in charge you look at Rhea as she sits back on the bed between your legs but before you can speak you feel her fingers enter your tight walls causing you to moan as she curls two fingers inside you slowly thrusting them in and out of you. You grip he head running your fingers through her hair as she starts thrusting in you faster " pl...please mami make me cum please" you beg as she quickens her thrusting she then starts licking your pussy as she thrusts her fingers in you causing you to squirm even more, " ohh......ohhhh fuc......fuck mami right there" you maon out as she keeps fingering you, then she finally sucks at your clit taking your bundle of nerves in her mouth and sucking softly at them. " ohhhhhh......fu......fu....fuck" you moan barely able to form sentences as she keeps licking " you wanna cum for mami you wanna cum all over mamis face princess" she says, you nod as you try to hold back your orgasm.

Rhea looks at you and smiles "cum for mami princess cum all over mamis face" she says, the words flowing through your ears as your body heats up and you finally cum all over Rhea's face your juices squirting out on her face and tits as she places kisses on your sweet core while drinking all of your juices making sure to not waste a single drop of the sweet nectar, as you come down from your climax Rhea crawls up to you and kisses you once again allowing you to taste your juices on her tounge then then pulls away from the kiss and you take the chance and pull her close to you licking your juices off her face before swallowing all of them, Rhea grins at seeing you do it she then lays down and you switch spots with her this time you are now between her legs, your hands running up her skin feeling every inch of her soft skin, you then crawl up to Rhea kissing her from her neck down to her abs and back up to her boobs where you then softly kiss her boobs before finally taking one of her nipples in your mouth sucking it deeply like your trying to get milk out of it, Rhea moans as she feels your soft lips wrap around her nipple " mmmm...fuck princess just like that" she moans as you continue to suck her nipples taking turns sucking them both while also pinching them, Rhea then grabs your face pulling you up to her looking into your eyes " make mami cum princess" she says and you then slide down between her legs spreading them wide allowing you access to her soft wet folds as you slowly start licking her folds you run your hands along her thighs feeling how soft her skin is and how toned her thighs are you then slowly slide two fingers inside her causing her to moan " ohh...fuck just like that princess" her words softened by her accent making them like silk as they entered you ears causing you to moan into her pussy as you started fingering her you then slowly and softly sucked her clit into your mouth swirling your tounge around her bundle of nerves lightly running them through your teeth causing Rhea to push your head deeper into her pussy so your nose was pressing on her pelvis as her hips bucked against your face you took her sweet juices into your mouth the taste so sweet and euphoric as you inhaled the scent of her juices you almost came at the intoxicating smell and taste of them, Rhea moaned out loudly " mamis going to cum princess mamis cumming" as she said that you felt her pussy tighten around your fingers as her juices coated your face, you softly kissed her pussy as she came down from her climax she then sat up and grabbed your chin pulling you to her as she kissed you deeply and with such fire and passion her tounge found yours and she tasted her juices on your tounge as you moaned into her mouth as she kissed you, she then pulled away and then licked her juices off your face before kissing you again this time making you swallow her juices as well as your own, Rhea then pulled away and layed back in the bed as you layed down next to her curling up close to her your head buried in her chest, she looked down at you and smiled, " you did such a good job for mami princess and now that I marked you your mine forever" as she looked at the marks left on your neck you smiled and looked up at her "im yours forever mami I love you" you said as she smiled she looked at you and ran her hands through your hair " i love you to princess" she said as you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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TO BE CONTIUED

A/N: hope you guys enjoyed it im taking requests for more fanfics primarily female x female let me know what you guys thought of this story :)

[ask-sibverse]

Flowers of the main skeles of Flowers In Bloom (because you have no fucking idea how long it takes to draw a skeleton covered in flowers ok. If I drew them all I would throw my phone across the room. Yes I draw from my phone.)

More about some of them!

Daisy (Dream) fights with an overwhelming force of positivity. Like being punched in the face with sunshine and rainbows. Mainly because that's the best way to combat his twin's negativity "infection" spreading through the multiverse.

Like @forgettingcrowbin 's Plumagetale!Ink, Camellia (Ink) has to actually paint on his flowers, generally sticking to rainbow camellias (which are a bitch to draw btw.)

Other than Reaper and Life, Stargazer (Error) is the oldest of the guardians. His abilities to use floral magic were lost as a natural consequence of fucking up his own balance, and his flowers are red and blue stargazer lilies. (Reaper is Solist Gladiolus btw)

Bluebell (Blue) and Tiger (Red) have lost their AUs and are living out of the Omega Timeline.

Belladonna/Bella (Nightmare) is in a constant hellish existence due to the way his immortality, corruption, and soulflowers mix. He's good at hiding it though.

Out of all of the "bad Sanses," Amaryllis/Amy (Killer) suffers some of the worst mental issues from the combination of LV and soulflowers. He suffers from significant dysmorphia from the way things have changed, second only to Belladonna.

Strangely enough, Dark Eyes/Dark (Dust) doesn't appear to be as distressed by the changes his own LV has done to his flowers. Perhaps he has accepted his fate, or sees it as part of his "punishment."

Cornflower/Corn (Horror)'s biggest changes to his flowers are that they are wilted and dead due to lack of magic. That may change with better circumstances.

Still debating on whether or not to include Dark Knight/Knight (Cross), but if I do, these would be his flowers. (You wanna know how friggin hard it was to find just the right flower for this guy?!)

[givemeonereason]

Meditations: First Flight

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Rating: Cotton Candy

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Plot: You meet up again with Piccolo. Is that a good or a bad thing?

A/n: I back burned this one for a little while (like two weeks) I wrote a portion of his and lost it due to Tumblr crashing on me. I was PISSED. Creators work so hard on their stuff and things happen. No ones fault in particular. A lot of the time you have to just step away for a moment and then get back to it.

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The day is dragging on…

You stare blankly at the black pen you’ve been twirling between your fingers. Ink smudged into your middle finger, exposing the intricate lines of your identifying pattern.

You look to the time on your desktop computer, 4:48 pm.

Kami, could the last twelve minuets of this day be over!

You set the pen down on the desk and sigh.

I just want to see him….to see if he’s even there.

My…the green Martian guy from that “Nam” place.

Not Mars!

You tap your finger against your forehead.

Stupid.

You look out the window towards the hill. His white, flowing cape catches your eye.

I remember now, Namek.

5:00

You hurry out of the office towards your compact car. You dropped your work bag and purse in the trunk. Just your small lunch bag with you as you started up the side of the hill.

“Hello.” You stood near where he sat.

There was no answer. His eyes remained closed. You almost would have mistaken him for a statue had he not readjusted the position of arms against his chest.

You walked over to his side. “Piccolo?”

“Not now, Nail.”

“What?”

His eyes shoot open when you touch the shoulder pad of his cape. You jump at his suddenness. “Gosh, don’t do that. You scared me half to death.” Your hand pressed against your chest.

You took a breath before sitting down beside him. “What is the nail about?”

His eyes are closed again. This is going to be a difficult question to answer. “Not what, but whom.”

You scrunched your face in confusion. Do you even want to know at this point?… “Okay, whatever Yoda.”

The crack of a soda opening broke him from his concentration once more. “Oh, I brought you one if you’d like.” You pulled out the carbonated beverage from your lunch bag and set it down onto the grass beside you. “I also have corn chips. Please help yourself.”

He looks down at your tribute beside him. “I do not eat, nor drink this. However, thank you.” He looked to you nodding his head in thanks.

“Oh. I had no idea.” An over loud crunch as you bit down into the chip in your hand. “What exactly do you eat?”

“Nothing. I only need water to survive.”

“Nothing!?” You’re shocked. He is an alien, what exactly did you expect? Only the best prime rib, rare…or juicy bugs?

Yuck!

Crunch.

“Could you please be more quiet?”

You tried chewing slower, moving your mouth in what felt like slow motion. A damn chip going down the wrong pipe.

You coughed!

Coughed!

His tone is irritated, “are you okay?”

You got the tickle out of your throat and took a sip of your soda. “Yeah, it’s just the wrong pipe is all.” You swiftly changed the subject, “so I tried looking up some info on Namekians online and it didn’t come up with anything.”

“Where Namek used to be, there wouldn’t have been technology to know of its existence. Only the Briefs were able to locate it.”

You turn excited, “you mean the smartest family in all of existence?”

He rolled his eyes, closing them when he felt the pull of his eyelids. “I don’t know about all of time….”

You didn’t hear him mumble that under his breath. You looked towards the sky riddled with white fluffy clouds. “Space is a mystical place. There are so many galaxies out there, planets with life that we don’t know about.” You look to him. “I’m sure you know about so much life out there, right?”

He’s looking out at the water of the lake in the valley.

Small crunch, crunch.

“How did you…”

Surely she knows about King Piccolo?

“I was hatched from an egg that my father regurgitated.”

“Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhha?” You choked on another chip and began your second coughing fit.

I knew she would react this way.

Piccolo, she is only human. It was is if he could hear Kami calming him, bringing him back to his center.

He gritted his teeth and hunched over where he floated.

You cleared your throat from overly coughing, putting the bag of chips down. “I don’t think I should eat any more chips right now. Imagine, that would all I be known for, asphyxiating on chips.” Gesticulating as you speak. “She died doing what she loves most, eating!” You tried pretending to heartily laugh, but it ended up making you actually laugh. And then cough, again. “Okay, I should really stop.”

She’s just a human.

You noticed his silence when you became more lax, leaning back against your palms firmly on the grass. You intently studied him. His brows furrowed, the rich green of his cheeks deepening in the afternoon light. His headdress wrapped tightly around the to of his head, making his pointed ears push out more on the sides.

All things considered, He is quite a beautiful creature, is he not?

You shook your head, trying to shake the thought from your mind.

You noticed the purple of his gi when his cape fluttered to the side as a squall of air passed through. The wind making him look ethereal. You watched with widened eyes as the shifting draft whipped your hair into your face. You pushed the strands away.

If you could just get closer.

You looked away, blush heating your cheeks.

“Hatched from an egg, huh?”

He said nothing, remaining still, and effortlessly floating statue.

And curiosity got the better of you. You got up and walked over to him, standing slightly of to his side. You looked closer at him. His sharp jawline against the oversized shoulder pads. Surely, his shoulders weren’t that wide. You reached out, but he caught your wrist in his hand, only opening one eye to look at you suspiciously.

“I….I….I was….” You couldn’t get any words out. His grip was tight enough to send a pang up your arm. “You’re hurting me.” When he let go you pulled your hand against your chest, rubbing the skin at your wrist.

He doesn’t apologize. He just goes right back to shutting himself out.

She’s only human.

Despite the roughness you received at his hands, you didn’t move away. You simply turned out towards the view in front.

Why is he being this way?

Maybe I should just leave him alone from now on?

I just..

I don’t know why I came back again here today.

“So, are you evil? You sit here so peacefully, but are you some sort of bad guy?”

Please don’t be a bad guy. Please.

Your heart flutters when you hear the deep tone of his voice. You didn’t realized how much you needed to hear him speak. “That’s not for me to say.”

You shut your eyes.

Please, don’t.

“Do you believe me to be malevolent?”

“No.” You are unwavering, standing there firm in your opinion.

I just know, I can feel it.

He placed his feet on the ground. He’s looking at you, your eyes closed, fists closed.

He sighs deeply.

Don’t.

In an instant he grabs you by the waist, pulling you at his side. A small upward push and he takes off flying in the air.

Everything was so quick, but when you finally realized you were several hundred feet off the ground you screamed. It was guttural, ultimate fear. The wind blowing into your face as he flew took your breath away. You turned as much of your upper body you could and pushed it into side of his abdomen, hands white-knuckled, gripping onto his gi.

You heard the deep reverberations in his chest. “What of it now? Do you really believe me to be good? Are you honestly that gullible?”

You pressed your face tightly against his chest, your body shaking. You can barely breathe. You feel as if you might pass out.

Piccolo is seething. His grip on you tightening. His teeth clenching.

Piccolo…Kami is calling out to him.

I don’t understand these people! She barely knows me and yet she trusts that I would not harm her, nor anyone else?

Piccolo…

How can humans be so weak?

A draft swept up into his face, the sweet smell of your perfume catching him off guard.

He stopped flying. Citrus and floral notes rushing through his senses.

He looks down at you in his arms. Your shaking body against his, tightly gripping onto him with all your might. Whimpers vibrating against the exposed skin of his chest. Your hair whipping about as the wind rushed around you both.

She’s…she’s weak….no, soft. She’s soft.

He looked about the ground below to find a place to land. Slowly, he floated down, placing your feet down onto the dust covered ground.

You couldn’t hold your own weight, dizzy, you fell down to your knees. Your hands pressed against the dirt catching your fall. You scrape your fingers against the dust and grabbing at some debris and balling your fist.

The ground. The ground. The ground.

You’re shaking uncontrollably, tears welling up in your eyes and spill over down your reddened cheeks. You can’t help but sob, crying hard, defeated and frightened.

Piccolo shifted, his hand very lightly reaching out towards you.

Soft.

I’m sorry.

When you catch your breath you look up at him, your eyes red and glassy from crying, your nose running. You're hunched over, fist clenched. You could hit him if you had the strength. As if that would help anything.

“You’re fucking crazy you know that!” You coughed, your voice ragged from being unused. “You can’t just do that! You can’t take people and fly off like that. Normal people don't fly!” You start to cry more, wrapping your arms around yourself, lightly rocking back and forth.

He crouched down at your side, hesitating when he reached out to gently brush the hair that was sticking to your wet cheeks away. You shivered at his touch. Holding your arms tighter against yourself.

His voice was low, full of sorrow. “I am sorry.”

You turned your face away from him, skin still hot from anger.

“I was out of line. I acted on my own anger and irritation.”

He wiped away a tear rolling down your cheek. "Please, forgive me."

In one scoop he effortlessly lifted you into his arms. Floating above the ground where he stood. He placed you down into his lap. You curled so gently against him, gripping at his gi.

He's seething with anger on the inside. His eyes closed, but his mind was ablaze.

How can....why would I? Why do I even care about this?

Something so trivial as a human woman, and yet I care about her feelings.

I care about the way she views me.

This ultimately doesn't matter in the slightest.

The light shivering pulled him from his thoughts. He opened his eyes and looked down at your frame in his lap, holding onto the obi around his waist.

With a swift pull at both sides, he wrapped his cape around you as much as he could, gripping you closer against him.

You sunk deeper into his lap, relaxed. Your soft breaths and light snoring have a soothing rhythm, falling into a peaceful slumber.

Shifting in his lap, grabbing onto his forearm, your nose rubbing against his skin sending a shiver through him. His head falling forward when he caught the smell of your perfume once more.

Just a little while longer.

We can stay like this.

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He nudged you awake, the daylight fading into the western sky. You groaned, pulling his arm tighter against your chest.

Though he has such a strong voice, this came softly. "You have to wake up. I need to take you back before it becomes dark."

You rubbed your eyes, blinking, looking up at him with sleepy eyes.

He feels your eyes on him, looking down, his face relaxed in the twilight glow of the evening. "Do you think you would be able to trust me? I need to take you home."

You sit up and look about you, there is no way you would be able to call for a ride here.

"I don't want to fall." Your body shook from the thought of what happened earlier.

He picked your chin up to look at him. His eyes widened by his own actions. He pulled his hand away, his voice returning its strong cadence. "I had no intention of dropping you."

Without protest he slips his arm under your legs and firmly holds your waist in bridal style. Your grip on him just as tight as before. No looking down. You pushed your face into his shoulder. He smells like nature; this beautiful mix of deep woods, dew on grass, crisp morning air and something else you couldn’t quite pin down.

Piccolo flies to the top of your work building, placing you down onto your feet near the roof access door. “I will find a new place to meditate. I do not want to frighten you any longer.”

“No!” Your voice came out louder than you would have liked. “You really don’t have to.”

He shook his head and turned away.

“I just didn’t like the flying. It really scared me.”

Don’t go.

Please.

His back was still to you. He turned his cheek slightly but not enough to look at you. “Goodbye.”

No.

“Please don’t leave yet.”

He was already flying away.

“Come back!” You screamed after him.

“….I forgive you.” You stand there watching him until he’s out of sight.

Can we just start over?

My green alien man, who can fly, with me.

Next time I won’t be so scared.

“Piccolo…”

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What perfume/cologne would the Van Der Linde gang wear

hi!! this is my first tumblr post, and i don’t exactly know how to do this or work the app, so forgive me if this is horribly worded or confusing.

anyways, this is my opinion on what colognes or perfumes the gang would wear. horses and cain included, since they are technically a member of the gang!!

Abigail -

something woodsy, maybe like the forest or a campfire, cedar wood, trees, plants.

examples:

- G-Water

- Tam Dao

- Snoqualine

Arthur -

tobacco, scent of alcohol, mud, outdoors.

examples:

- Jasmin et Cigarette

- Rien

- Earthworm

Baylock -

ashes, grease.

examples:

- Tobacco Blaze

- Garage

- La Yuquam Homme

Bill -

any popular male fragrances, or like gunpowder and fire.

examples:

- 9mm Ballistic Therapy

- High Noon

- Campfire Nights

Boaz -

dynamite, money.

examples:

- Wall Street

- Don Xerjoff

- 1805 Tonnerre BeauFort London

Branwen -

oatcakes, apples, water.

examples:

- Lostmarch Lann-Ael

- Be Delicious

- Cavalli Acqua

Bob -

blood, gunpowder, sweat.

examples:

- Vena Cava

- Richard Dark Side

- Secretions Magnefique

Brown Jack

pomade, alcohol, blood.

examples:

- Classic Fragrance

- Heeley Agarwood

- Molotov Cocktail

Cain -

dog, mud, grass.

examples:

- La Panthere Edition Soir

- Grass

- Zoologist Bat

Charles -

light florals, nature, clean fur.

examples:

- Coach Floral

- Super Cedar

- Coyote

Dutch -

blood, metal, tears.

examples:

- Vassago

- Spacewalk

- Rainy Season of Dresden

Davey -

snow, wood, fire.

examples:

- Waltz of the Snowflakes

- Tobacco Vanille

- Inquisitor

Enis -

whiskey, beer, grass.

examples:

- Tom Oud

- Stout ‘n Smoke

- Dune Road

Grimshaw -

sulfur, metal, cinnamon.

examples:

- Bloody Smoke

- Vanille Absolu

- Jupiter

Gwydion -

birds, leather, salt.

examples:

- Seemannn

- Black Saffron

- Millésime Impérial

Hosea -

moonshine, stew, metal.

examples:

- Moscow Mule

- Starfish & Coffee

- Santal 33

Jack -

water, horse, corn oil.

examples:

- Petrichor

- Cuir de Russie

- Seems Legit

Javier -

mahogany, cotton, musk.

examples:

- Redwood Leaves

- Lazy Sunday Morning

- Urban Musk

Jenny -

snow, wool, wood.

examples:

- Redwood Mist

- Battaniye

- Grey Vetiver

John -

sweat, musk, grease

examples:

- Flores Negras

- Silver Musk

- Cristina La Veneno Ni Puta Ni Santa

Kieran -

blood, grass, oats.

examples:

- Hora de la Verdad Sombra

- Figuier Eden

- Harran

Karen -

beer, guns, whiskey.

examples:

- Beguile

- Wicked John

- Kutay

Lenny -

blood, books, bullets.

examples:

- Seems Legit

- Diamonitirion - elixir atonit

- Moon Child

Mac -

metal, bullets, kerosene.

examples:

- Craft

- Iron Duke

- Nuvolari Rubini

Maggie -

dirt, stone, bog.

examples:

- Le Sillage Blanc

- During the Rain

- Swamp elixir

Mary-Beth -

books, ink, gold.

examples:

- Bibliophilia: Love of Books

- Supreme Vanilla

- Royal Blood

Micah -

rot, corn, mold.

examples:

- Saint Louis Cemetery #1

- Funerie

- French Kiss

Molly -

roses, grass, trees.

examples:

- Roses Musk

- Leila Lou

- Colors de Benetton

Nell II -

sweat, cows, pig.

examples:

- Amyi 3.17

- Cuir de Russie

- Hyrax

Old Belle -

carrots, beer, hay.

examples:

- Carotte

- Sónar

- Basilico & Fellini

Old Boy -

musk, tears, cow.

examples:

- Another 13

- Ozone

- Osmanthus

Pearson -

meat, vegetables, crawfish.

examples:

- Gino: Steak Scented Eau de Parfum

- Eau de Cuisine

- Wild Carrot Oud

Reverend -

whiskey, incense, coffee.

examples:

- 7 Loewe

- Bourbon e Fava Tonka

- Black Opium

Sadie -

blood, tears, gunpowder.

examples:

- Bull’s Blood 2nd Edition

- Cool Glacier

- Rendez-Vous!

Sean -

whiskey, sweat, bullets.

examples:

- Malt Akro

- Monochrome

- Amour Nocturne

Silver Dollar -

fire, wool, metal.

examples:

- Encens Pyro

- The Sheepfold, Moonlight

- Rosenrot

Taima -

deer, blood, meat.

examples:

- Ma Bete

- Trinity Blood

- Good Girl Gone Bad

The Count -

sugarcubes, peaches, pears.

examples:

- Pixie Dust

- Allure Eau de Parfum

- First Base

Trelawny -

doves, rabbits, silk.

examples:

- Ruğa Sablo

- Wet Garden

- Baklava Musk

Tilly -

bullets, baby powder, swamps.

examples:

- 266ts Pontiff’s Harley

- Cashmere Mist Eau de Toilette

- Haxan

Uncle -

manure, horse, cow.

examples:

- D’zing

- L’heure Fougueuse

- Zoologist Cow

again, this is my first post so i’m very sorry about it being bad or isn’t looking right for tumblr. so sorry.

[wheneverfeasible]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

So I’ve been tagged a few times but wanted to work on my WIPs some to give myself something more to work with. Let’s see what I can do now…

My words: STORM, MAIL, SELTZER

🔞MATURE CONTENT BELOW MDNI����

STORM - via @stervrucht

S

Steve gaped at these two absolutely…kooky children he had inadvertently kidnapped it seemed. Granted, they weren’t the weirdest thing he’d seen in the last handful of years, though seeing as how he was used to a science experiment with super powers who could invade your dreams and interdimensional monsters with flowers full of teeth for faces, he wondered if that was good or bad.

untitled Stranger Things x The Addams Family crossover

T

The silence that lingered after his request felt charged, heavy, making Steve’s muscles tense in anticipation of pain, even though he knew that that always made it worse. Kas was not known for being mild mannered. Though Steve had obviously never met Kas before, he had heard the stories. Knew that Kas would be smiling one moment and by the next you were swallowing your own teeth. He earned his nickname.

“Bloody Hands, Broken Hearts” chapter 2

O

“Oh,” the girl said, looking oddly dejected.

“Disappointing,” the boy sighed. He was wearing a striped shirt and black long shorts, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Would you consider changing your mind?”

“Pugsley is great at being tortured. I can offer some suggestions if you need,” the girl tacked on.

untitled Stranger Things x The Addams Family crossover

R

Robin, the traitor, grinned as she waved to Steve as she climbed into Vickie’s childfree car. Rude. Though not as rude as Dustin dropping into the front seat of his own car and spilling the kettle corn he was trying to dump into his mouth at the same time. “Watch it, Henderson! I thought you were going with Eddie.”

Dustin rolled his eyes as he readjusted the fake parrot on his shoulder for his pirate costume. “Lucas took the front seat, and I’m not a backseat bitch.”

“Jesus, language, Henderson!” Steve snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose.

untitled Stranger Things x The Addams Family crossover

M

Munson had changed out of his blood splattered clothing, at least, though he wore more black slacks with a white wifebeater—Steve tried not to think of the significance of that terminology—with pale feet sticking out. Steve did his best not to stare, though his eyes tracked over the various pieces of ink and scarring now on display over Munson’s bare arms and peeking out from under his shirt, though not least of all his bare feet.

“Bloody Hands, Broken Hearts” chapter 2

MAIL - via @steviewashere

M

“My, my!” Munson softly exclaimed, his voice rising into something vaguely feminine with a Southern twang, bringing a hand up to rest the tips of his fingers over his chest. “The Steve Harrington knows my name.” Munson fluttered his lashes, knocking into Steve’s shoulder as he leaned in towards him. “Why, I think I’ve caught the vapors!”

untitled spooktober fic (whoops never did finish this on time)

A

“Alpha!” Steve all but shrieked, both hands now curling in Eddie’s hair and this time he did pull Eddie closer, thighs trembling as they’re squeezed against Eddie’s ears keeping him boxed in. Eddie was more than happy to oblige.

“Ruin Me”

I

“I am…merely surprised at seeing you, Daddy,” he replied, the part of him that adapted to survive wondering what sort of role Munson wanted him to play. The experienced whore, was it? Or did he like the skittishness? Should Steve sit on the bed, give him those come-hither eyes with smirking lips and teasing legs? Should he fumble and stutter and bashfully look at Munson through his lashes?

“Bloody Hands, Broken Hearts” chapter 2

L

Looking up through his lashes, Steve tried his best to hide how nervous he was, especially when Munson just stared at him with that blank expression of his. Should he have waited for a more blatant command to suck the guy’s dick?

“Bloody Hands, Broken Hearts” chapter 2

SELTZER - @scoops-aboy86

S

Steve moaned into the sloppy kiss, bent nearly in half with his leg still over Eddie’s shoulder, panting against Eddie’s mouth and shuddering at the taste of himself. Teeth clacked together as Eddie couldn’t quite stop smiling, smearing Steve’s own juices over the other man’s face.

“Ruin Me”

E

Eddie wasn’t stupid. He knew what pirates got up to, knew what sort of cruelty they could exact on their prisoners, and yet the people in town called him a freak. He’d scoff if he were able to, but as it was, all he could do was hesitate for a brief moment before he reluctantly shuffled towards the bars of his cell and the man holding his life in his hands.

“Stranger Tides: The Pirate King and the Freak” chapter 2

L

“Look at you, darling,” he whispered, nuzzling into the red indent of his teeth. “So fucking pretty. I’m going to fucking ruin you so no alpha can ever make you feel as good as I can. I’m going to make you insatiable for me and me alone.”

“Ruin Me”

T

Two other Wheeler cousins slid in the back seat soon after, younger twins who crammed into the space of one seat and dressed like…Victorian mice? One of whom was holding a magnifying glass and using it to look up the other’s nose. Steve just sighed and made his way back to the driver’s side of the car.

untitled Stranger Things x The Addams Family crossover

Z

Zuri dodged the small clip Steve threw at her and stuck her tongue out at him, though she cast a small smile to Mona when the other woman picked up the clip to clasp to one of Zuri’s space buns that she had her tight coils styled into still. Mona returned the smile with one of her own, her fingers lingering slightly before dropping to her side.

“Bloody Hands, Broken Hearts” chapter 2

E

Eddie threw his head back and laughed, his princess tiara nearly falling off his head if it weren’t for the thick curls keeping it from falling all the way off. Nancy rolled her eyes fondly and reached out to fix it, making certain her own matching prince crown was likewise settled on her head.

untitled Stranger Things x The Addams Family crossover

R

“Right. Okay, how about I just take you two home, hm? And hopefully your parents don’t call the cops on me,” he added in a slight mutter. If he got arrested for kidnapping, the others would never let him live it down.

“Are you sure you don’t want to kidnap us?” the boy, Pugsley, apparently, asked with a small wheedle to his tone.

untitled Stranger Things x The Addams Family crossover

~

Okay I think I tagged everyone correctly. I had to change a side character’s name to fit the Z, but it’s fine because it was a name I had been toying with naming the character anyways, so this was just the universe telling me she was always meant to be Zuri 😩

I’m actually almost done with Ruin Me finally….I think. Should be. The smut is being finished being written as we speak (well technically I had to take a break to do this but hey, the knot is popped okay) so I’m hoping to have that finished and posted soon, depending on how much Eddie and Steve want to talk afterwards lmao.

These games really do encourage me to write more on my WIPs and you can tell which ones I’ve been focusing on haha. It’s been fun!

Anyways, I’m not tagging anyone except my hostage hotties to make them read these lolololol. If you see this and want to do a word, your word can be…

GOBLINS

@derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump

[charminglygrouped]

While we are enjoying good literature we all of us feel as if we had taken some part in the creation of it. In truth we have, so far as ourselves are concerned. Literature needs in a sense to be recreated in every fresh brain: seeing that what we have before us are ink-marks and nothhig more. But this is not a kind of achievement which allows the critic to boast himself over the maker even of second-class literature. The first did not really assist at the creation of 'Hamlet,' though he finds it hard to realise this truth: so that he is not justified in assuming too patronising an air towards the maker of 'Festus.' On the whole, the critic will be in a better posture for acting the upright judge if he suppress in his mind the tendency to judge first of all from a standpoint of 'taste.' Literature — the best or the worst — is not a matter of taste 'first of all.' It is a natural product more or less inevitable. All genuine literature is that: and it is far more interesting to study the laws of its growth, after the manner of the botanist, than merely to hawk up and down specimens of good or bad grain, like the corn-chandler. There is such a thing as the Spirit of the Age. To go about complaining that we are not all Elizabethans is as profitable as to complain that war has become a less heroic business since ' villainous 'saltpetre' was digged out of the bowels of the earth. [...] The naturalist's part is more humble. He is not obliged to be concerned only with what is first-rate, condemning lesser products at a glance. These last are grown in the same soil as better works, only under atmospheric conditions which were not so favourable. Similar laws of growth will be traceable in them also. — "Article V: Some Recent Verse," in Edinburgh Review; or, Critical Journal No. 430 (Oct. 1909)

Part of what's interesting to me about this article's intro is just how of-its-time it is. This volume was miscategorised (as often happens on archive.org with serials) as having been published in the early 19th century, and within a few sentences I knew that couldn't be right. In particular the interest in viewing literature in a "naturalist" or "botanistic" style is very fin-de-siècle at the earlest.

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[mcgnagallsarmy]

Spuffy style Reading Challenge - #27: Monthly Key Word Reading Challenge #3

1st month - Secret, Heaven, True, House, Come, Only, Know, Winter:

A Wonderful Awful Idea by The Danish Bird [NC-17]

With nothing apocalyptic looming on the horizon and hoping to avoid a certain thick-headed commando, it seems like the perfect opportunity when Giles mentions a monster terrorising the good people of Lake Tahoe. What could be more merry than a Christmas trip to the mountains to investigate? The gang is all coming along, defanged vampire in tow. Buffy should totally be able to deal with the demon, ignore Spike and their recent “engagement,” enjoy some resort-town shopping, and be back with Mom on Christmas Eve. Right? What could possibly go wrong? Set in season 4 at the beginning of Doomed.

2nd month - Heir, Night, Bride, Down, Women, Hand, Teach, Guest:

Drive by Holly [NC-17]

Freshly turned and very grumpy about it, Buffy finds herself in a weird place. One where her friends smell like food, her former mortal enemy smells like heaven, and the so-called love of her life has made it clear that killing her is on his to-do list. Throw in some overly zealous army guys and this is not Buffy's idea of a party. So she and Spike decide to hit the road at least long enough to figure out why neither of them can hit anything else. And since they're both single and free, well, Buffy wouldn't say no to a distraction from the never-ending laugh riot that is her life. And Spike can be very, very distracting. Good thing soulless vampires can't fall in love or she might be in trouble.

3rd month - Story, Hunt, Plot, City, You, Cry, Another, Paint:

I Can Get Money by scratchmeout [NC-17]

Spike puts his past to good use to get money for Buffy. However, things become complicated when her ex shows up and targets Spike.

4th month - Darling, Funny, Familiar, Somewhere, List, Meet, Never, Word:

First Alternate by Soulburnt [NC-17]

After ‘Not Fade Away,’ Angel gets the Shanshu. A thrilled Buffy gets her curse-free soulmate. And Spike? He gets his heart shattered again. Gutted and seeing no point in staying in a world without his Slayer, Spike doesn’t hesitate when pursuing a deadly demon through a portal. He finds himself stuck in an alternate reality where he truly died closing the Hellmouth. He also finds another Buffy, one who is devastated that her Spike didn’t believe she loved him. They console each other over their losses… but are they only consolation prizes? Or can two heartbroken people get a second chance for love?

5th month - Library, Dark, Drown, Ex, Iron, Done, Love, Stranger:

If I'm Butter Than He's a Hot Knife by scratchmeout [NC-17]

Buffy meets a man at a bar on Valentine's Day.

6th month - Ink, Fragile, Road, Summer, Breath, Every, Push, Sorry:

Favor by EllieRose101 [NC-17]

Spike asks an impossible thing of Buffy––and is stunned when she says yes. Could he really have gone up in her estimation?

7th month - Mine, Again, Honey, Paradise, Still, Club, Train, Legend:

Eucharist by Holly [NC-17]

He had it all. The prophecy and the girl, merrily ever after and all that rot. But life doesn't stop.

8th month - School, Cut, Sky, Fate, Wing, Belong, Justice, Way:

The Time We Had by Dusty [NC-17]

She was there and then gone. All his life long.

9th month - Twice, World, Man, Quiet, Sweet, Hold, Shallow, Invisible:

Pardon My French by Girlytek [R]

In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea to let Buffy perform a spell in French. Begins at No Place Like Home.

10th month - Vampire, Here, Mist, Death, One, Missing, Bite, Witch:

Sweet William by cawthraven [PG]

After the fall of Sunnydale, Buffy’s living in Boston and working as a waitress, grateful that here, not everyone knows her name. She’s free for once to be herself—and to grieve.

11th month - Spice, Life, Hello, Keep, Truly, Couple, Joy, Young:

Candy Corn Mischief by honeygirl51885 [NC-17]

Spike gets roped into taking Dawn trick-or-treating.

12th month - Snow, Season, Ice, Merry, White, Under, Mistletoe, Inn:

A Christmas Wish by all choseny [PG-13]

On one lonely Christmas Eve, Buffy makes a wish to a stranger and is given a glimpse of what might have been with Spike.

[irotinmyroom]

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my name's dean or toby, whichever one u prefer more!!

i'm a minor but i don't mind adults interacting if ur not creepy!!

i'm bad at communicating with people a lot so if i'm a bit awkward, i'm sorrryyy!!

my pronouns r he/him (but i'm fine with any gender neutral pronouns too) and i'm bi and trans (ftm)!!

this blog is mostly reblogs (with occasional art of my own), and i am multifandom (with 1 main fandom at a time tho)

please let me know if i say something wrong or overstep boundaries!! if i do anything wrong, i wanna improve on it!!

FANDOMS, HOBBIES, MOVIES, TV SHOWS, BOOKS

‏‏‎ ‎ fandoms!!

‏‏‎ top interests rn is pressure (roblox game) and slenderverse!! i also rlly like deadplate, cold front, eloquent countenance, elevator hitch, and bittersweet sentence!! and other fandoms that i like are sally face, cry of fear, five nights at freddys, purpleverse, bendy and the ink ‏‏‎‏‏‏‎‏machine, nso,‏‎ ‏‏‎ddlc, + more !!

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drawing, writing, reading, baking, photography, collecting soda can ‎‏‏‎tabs, slugs, snails, worms, rats/mice, spirituality, tarot, crystals, psychology, biblical angels, antidepressants

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the lost boys, american psycho, ghostbusters (1984, 1989, 2021), beetlejuice, death proof, jaws, the outsiders, scream, nightmare on ‎‏‏‎elm street, halloween, children of the corn, saw ii, fnaf, it (1990), ‎‎‏‏‏‏silver bullet, little shop of horrors, spree, family (2018), and fanfic

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inside job, breaking bad, scott pilgrim takes off, bojack horseman, south park, rick and morty, murder drones, young sheldon, kakegurui, supernatural

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dirty heads - aaron dries, fnaf book series (all of them), bendy books ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(all of them), marble hornets comics

‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎MUSIC

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mccafferty, the front bottoms, modern baseball, camping in alaska, marietta unamused dave, plainclothes, summerbruise, inconsistent, yawning, coping, the clippers, ashtray, pavement, foo fighters, sign crushes motorist, alex g, whirr, glare, blue smiley, slowdive, lsd and ‎‏‏‎the search for god, the white stripes, muse, weezer, car seat ‎headrest, title fight, deftones, eyedress, tv girl, arctic monkeys, mindless self indulgence, ayesha erotica, insane ‎‏‏clown posse, lemon demon, jukebox the ghost, will wood (and the ‎‏‏‎tapeworms), tally hall, miracle musical, that handsome devil, the ‎‏‏‎paper chase, the nighty nite, mook, animal collective, the dresden dolls, destroy boys, glass animals, stolen babies, stomach book, my ‎chemical romance, falling in reverse, escape the fate, three days grace, fall out boy, get scared, rob zombie, korn, slipknot, scars on broadway, soad, the 69 eyes, nine inch nails, millionares, brokencyde, ‎pierce the veil, ghost town, 3oh!3, radiohead, the cure, jack off jill, early ‎‏‏p!atd, tyler the creator, the left rights

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[gaybd1]

A scar’s width of warmth on a worn man’s neck.

That’s all I wanted to be.

Sometimes I ask for too much just to feel my mouth overflow.

Discovery: My longest pubic hair is 1.2 inches.

Good or bad?

7:18 a.m. Kevin overdosed last night. His sister left a message.

Couldn’t listen to all of it. That makes three this year.

I promise to stop soon.

Spilled orange juice all over the table this morning. Sudden sunlight I couldn’t wipe away.

All through the night my hands were daylight.

Woke at 1 a.m and, for no reason, ran through Duffy’s cornfield.

Boxers only.

Corn was dry. I sounded like a fire,

for no reason.

Grandma said In the war they would grab a baby, a soldier at each ankle, and pull . . . Just like that.

It’s finally spring! Daffodils everywhere.

Just like that.

There are over 13,000 unidentified body parts from the World Trade Center being stored in an underground repository in New York City.

Good or bad?

Shouldn’t heaven be superheavy by now?

Maybe the rain is ‘sweet’ because it falls

through so much of the world.

Even sweetness can scratch the throat, so stir sugar well. - Grandma

4:37 a.m. How come depression makes me feel more alive?

Life is funny.

Note to self: If a guy tells you his favorite poet is Jack Kerouac,

there’s a very good chance he’s a douchebag.

Note to self: If Orpheus were a woman I wouldn’t be stuck down here.

Why do all my books leave me empty-handed?

In Vietnamese, the word for grenade is ‘bom’, from the French ‘pomme’, meaning ‘apple’.

Or was it American for ‘bomb’?

Woke up screaming with no sound. The room was filling with a bluish water called dawn. Went to kiss grandma on the forehead

just in case.

An American soldier fucked a Vietnamese farmgirl. Thus my mother exists. Thus I exist. Thus no bombs = no family = no me.

Yikes.

9:47 a.m. Jerked off four times already. My arm kills.

Eggplant = cà pháo = ‘grenade tomato’. Thus nourishment

defined by extinction.

I met a man tonight. A high school English teacher

from the next town. A small town. Maybe

I shouldn’t have, but he had the hands

of someone I used to know. Someone I was used to.

The way they formed brief churches

over the table as he searched for the right words.

I met a man, not you. In his room the Bibles shook on the shelf from candlelight. His scrotum is a bruised fruit. I kissed it

lightly, the way one might kiss a grenade

before hurling it into the night’s mouth.

Maybe the tongue is also a key.

Yikes.

I could eat you he said, brushing my cheek with his knuckles.

I think I love my mom very much.

Some grenades explode with a vision of white flowers.

Baby’s breath blooming in a darkened sky, across

my chest.

Maybe the tongue is also a pin.

I’m gonna lose it when Whitney Houston dies.

I met a man. I promise to stop.

A pillaged village is a fine example of a perfect rhyme. He said that.

He was white. Or maybe, I was just beside myself, next to him.

Either way, I forgot his name by heart.

I wonder what it feels like to move at the speed of thirst - if it’s fast like lying on the kitchen floor with the lights off.

(Kristopher)

6.24 a.m. Greyhound station. One-way ticket to New York City: $36.75

6:57 a.m. I love you, mom.

When the prison guards burned his manuscripts, Nguyên Chí Thięn couldn’t stop laughing - the 238 poems already inside him.

I dreamed I walked barefoot all the way to your house in the snow. Everything was the blue of smudged ink

and you were still alive. There was even a light the shade of sunrise inside your window.

God must be a season, grandma said, looking out at the blizzard drowning her garden.

My footsteps on the sidewalk were the smallest flights.

Dear god, if you are a season, let it be the one I passed through to get here.

Here. That’s all I wanted to be.

I promise.

- Notebook Fragments, Ocean Vuong

[whats-mordecais-opinion-on]

omfg im not the only one- nothing brings me as much joy as thinking about things that would make him absolutely lose his marbles (good or bad)

here are some:

Boba Tea

Modern Rollercoasters

The existence of the Kindle

Corn dogs -> also bread bowls

Modern Cars

Wheelies, light up shoes, etc

Food trucks

Any modern movies but Cats specifically

Those pens with a fluffy lil fucking thing at the end of it that goes boing boing when you write with it

Erasable ink -> also those erasers the size of your head

Kraft Dinner

All those really cool trippy pictures we have of space and the planets

I'm glad I'm not the only one amused by this. As for your suggestions:

Boba Tea - Weird texture. Often too sweet. No.

Modern Rollercoasters - Convinced he's going to die, and frankly there are a lot of other deaths he'd prefer to this.

The existence of the Kindle - convenient but misses the feeling of actual pages

Corn dogs -> also bread bowls - corn dogs? Wants nothing to do with them. Much too greasy. Bread bowls? More reasonable than corn dogs, but why would anyone want to have a soggy piece of bread for a bowl when a normal bowl would do fine?

Modern Cars - I think he'd rather appreciate the innovations of modern cars. That being said, please don't show him modern gas prices.

Wheelies, light up shoes, etc - Accidents waiting to happen and frivolous, gaudy excuses for fashion. But just wait till he hears about the uhhh.... joots? jlip-jlops?

Food trucks - what's the opposite of an ambulance? Wants to be at least a mile away from them at any given time.

Any modern movies but Cats specifically - Much too loud, much too frivolous, not particularly interesting, but Cats 2019 feels tailor made to piss him off.

Those pens with a fluffy lil fucking thing at the end of it that goes boing boing when you write with it - He's just confused. Who made this and why.

Erasable ink -> also those erasers the size of your head - Erasable ink is very convenient. The erasers the size of your head are not.

Kraft Dinner - why is the cheese powder??? Concerning.

All those really cool trippy pictures we have of space and the planets - Fascinating but also a bit dizzying and incomprehensible. Doesn't care much for the pictures themselves, but all of the math and other general knowledge needed to understand just how incredible pictures like that are is where he's really interested.

[ivoryminitower]

Echoes of Home: 59 - Steve ("it has been a month")

Echoes of Home: FFXIV AU OC – WoLs on Earth

I left a couple hundred dollars with Sam to offer Trevor to install the shed's light fixtures.  We're actually going to get the damn thing done.  I guess even if we wind up leaving what Tsu'na likes to call our "starting area" we will have left a mark on the community.

To convince Leon we weren't going to have another explosion, we forced open a door at the end of the building shell to ensure "adequate ventilation".  Of course, the explosion hadn't been from fumes, but rather a particularly bad botch, but we couldn't tell Leon that and we had to tell him something.  I considered toting in a battery-powered fan, but decided we had enough coincidental magic.

Corn oil was a refreshingly simple recipe to write.  It was a Culinarian recipe rather than an Alchemy recipe, so it used fire shards rather than water.  When Leon checked on us in the morning he could see us working with non-exploding corn-scented liquid, and that reassured him for the rest of the day.

But gasoline still wasn't coming.  There's only so many permutations of ingredients and aspected shards, and it seemed like we tried them all.  We didn't have any violent botches, but it's hard to tell the difference between a skill failure and a recipe failure.  The only stable results we got were variations on the corn oil sludge we'd made the first day. Fortunately we were able to uncover where the bathrooms had been, so we had a drain to pour the sludge down.  Really hoping it's biodegradable.

"Maybe we need better ink…?"

"Our journals are all written in the same ink, Husband.  If the page accepts copper ink, why should it care if we use something else?"

"Just running out of ideas.  What's the next higher ink?  Enchanted iron?"

"That requires viscous secretions.  Does this world have slugs?"

"Yeah, but the biggest I've ever seen is three inches long."

"That is a lot of slugs. What about them is a secretion?"

I started googling on my phone.  "Slug slime is a form of mucus."

"So viscous secretions that we have worked with are…"

"Slug snot.  Yes."

Tsu'na wrinkled her nose.  "What is a word for the disgust I now feel?"

"I think 'yuck' covers it."

She nodded.  "Yuck.  The next higher is silver ink, which takes acidic secretions."

"Corrosive slug snot.  I am not aware of corrosive slugs in this world."

"Mythril ink, perhaps?  Can we get scalekin blood?"

"We actually might be able to.  You might find gator hunting fun."

"What is a gator?"

"Like a croc, but smaller and less demonic.  Also no death fart."

"I will not miss the death fart."

"But mythril ink takes mythril.  I don't think there's any place in the state with the right terrain for mining it."

"Does that mean we cannot go gator hunting?"

"Of course we can.  We can find them in…let's see…"  I did a quick search on my phone.  "...McCurtain County, southeast corner of the state."

So we kept trying.  And we tried some more.  And the day wore on, until finally it occurred to us that if the fumes were the important part we should maybe be adding wind shards.

So we did.  And we got something new.

It had an appropriate, perhaps cancer-causing smell.

It sloshed in a very liquidy fashion.

I stuck a finger in it.  It felt right as I rubbed it between my fingers.

We poured it into a paint tray.  I tossed in a lit match.  Very satisfactory yellow flames.

We stood there, an arm around each other, watching it burn.  Then Tsu'na moved in front of me and wrapped both arms around my neck.  "It has been a month, Husband."

"I believe you're right, my love."

I think I heard Leon come in while we were kissing.  If so, he left without saying anything.

As much as we wanted to, the building shell on a sunny afternoon wasn't a great venue.  Besides, we weren't done.  We had made flammable liquid from corn, but we needed to see if it was flammable liquid that worked in an engine.

I'd stuck the Hartmans' lawnmower in my inventory when we left.  I brought it out, we poured some of our new corn gas into it, and I tried to start it up.  It really tried to start, it coughed and sputtered, but it just wouldn't quite catch.  That probably meant we'd made cornosene instead of cornoline and had some refining to do.

Leon came (back?) in at the sound of the lawnmower.

"Making progress," I assured him.  "Not there yet.  Gonna go down to the gas station and get some STP.  Want anything, my love?"

"What did you call those puffy things we had before?"

"Pork rinds?"

"Yes, please."  She hesitated, contemplated her hands, and said, "I will go with you.  I would like my hands clean."

Since our hands were equally dirty from fuel production, we had no problem walking hand in hand to the gas station.  Leon had offered a ride, but we said we needed to stretch our legs.  And maybe we were coming off as coupleish.  One of those stealth tensions had taken its leave, and we were feeling its absence.

We washed up, we got drinks and pork rinds, and I bought a five-gallon gas can.  Tsu'na cheerfully pointed out that at $35 it cost much more than five gallons of gas.  Now that we were seeing actual progress with hydrocarbons we might be able to make our own gas cans soon.  But in the meantime we still had Leon's truck to fill.

The afternoon turned into a new cycle of: adjust the recipe, put newly made liquid into mower, try to start it, add STP until it did start, run it until it was empty, lather rinse repeat.  But it was a cycle of demonstrable progress as it took a little less gas treatment each time.  I moved the mower out of the building shell so Leon could see my attempts to start it, and so that he wouldn't go in and see Tsu'na performing Alchemy. ("I mean, there shouldn't be another explosion, but let's just stay out here anyway, okay?")

At last there came a point where the mower ran with no additives at all.  I ran it dry, put in more of the latest batch and ran it again, to be sure.  Nary a sputter.

Then it got tricky.

"...I mean, don'cha got a car of your own to try it out on?"

I pointed to the two recently-purchased bicycles leaning against the building.  Tsu'na's still learning how to ride hers, but they were good as props.

"But I saw what that stuff did to the mower!  What if it gunks up my truck?"

"We said we were making gas.  We promised you gas.  What gas did you think we meant?"

"Can you just…like…buy me some gas?"

"If we had hundreds of dollars lying around, we wouldn't be trying to make gas."

Leon still wasn't buying in.  Since we didn't exactly have a written contract he'd probably have gotten to the point where he'd say "fuck it" on the deal, count the ciders we'd shared with him as payment, and be happy with us never seeing each other again.  But I did want to test the gas in his truck.

"Look, I don't want to fill it up, okay?  Let's just put in a gallon and see how it runs.  If it's okay with that we can try another gallon tomorrow and so on.  Here, I've still got three bottles of STP…Why don't you take them with you and use them if the truck acts up?"

He looked at the bottles, then at me.  "Just a gallon?"

"Just a gallon.  You've still got my number, right?  Call me if anything goes wrong and I'll come meet you with real gas."

We produced a gallon of cornoline and poured it into his tank.  It probably wouldn't cause a problem right away.  If it didn't mix with normal gasoline (something we probably should have tried first), it wouldn't cause a problem at all until there was nothing but cornoline left in the tank.

Just as a good-faith gesture, I got him to give me a ride into Tulsa, with a stop at the gas station on the way to fill up the five-gallon can.  Before leaving I asked Tsu'na to tell Sam we wouldn't be in this week.

"Where will we be instead, Husband?"

"Off together, near gators."

"You assure me it will be fun?"

"Being together or hunting gators?"

"Both."

I smiled and pulled her in for an assurance kiss.

She met my eyes when we were done.  "If you say so, Husband."

[sleeping-diary-the-fic]

Sleeping diary (a pink aftermare story)

Chapter 7: Bud day

First Previous

Slowly, Orchid had grown accustomed to talking to Berlingot through his notebook.

It helped pass the time and he finally had a way to know if it was night or day.

The other often threw little comments throughout his day, rambling about books or recounting a funny story his brother told him.

At this point, he had almost learned more about Marianne than Berlingot himself.

He didn’t have much to say in return either so he took to teaching the other fun facts about flowers he enjoyed or leaving small riddles to solve later at night. 

He had gotten around to draw in detail most of the flowers he used to encounter regularly in the underground and some he only had seen sketches of (he would deny it if asked but it was a fact he enjoyed complaining lengthily about the inexactitude of one botanic magazine he collected in the dump).

Days started with "Hello Orchid!" and finished with "I hope to see you tomorrow, Orchid !" and he had quipped once or twice about the fact they wouldn’t "see" each other but whatever.

And like that, his days became full of his two only viable activities : interacting with Berlingot through the paper and… sleeping.

Today, he wanted to do none of that. None, zilch, nada.

He laid in the flower patch in a similar fashion to how a human corpse would lay empty on a cool floor, waiting to rot.

Why must things always end up reminding him of that body ?

It was a bad day.

An absolute disaster of a waste of time, nothing to save from that mess.

Thin whispers had been swimming far in the vast nothingness as if taunting him to wander there, to lose himself to the void instead of rotting in one place for who knew how long.

Things couldn’t die in the save screen.

It had saved him though.

How long before this salvation revealed the true extent of this curse ?

How long before he fully lost this last thread of reality and his mind did what his body couldn’t ?

The monster stayed still, not a twitch from his fingers, not a movement from his limbs, eyes open staring to the infinite ceiling.

The other was unaware of how much talking to someone, anyone, meant to him. He must have thought of Orchid merely as a way to entertain himself and when the lure of novelty would stop its alluring pull…

He had read, in the past, thoughts of people who were sure one stopped to exist whenever nobody was around to perceive them.

Would he cease to persist once Berlingot faded away, be it by time or by lack of interest ?

He would be alone again.

The book had been set aside, pushed out of his view by a vigorous kick right before he resigned to lay there. He didn’t want to see it anymore, then.

Was it still there, just out of reach ? Or was it stolen by the whispers, the darkness swallowing it ?

He was scared to check.

Would the other miss him ?

When the ink fully dried and faded on the corned pages ?

Would he find the paper full of another purpose if he waited too long ?

The grass against his back formed a barrier against the constant sinking of the « floor » and he was grateful for that.

A golden petal appeared fuzzy in the corner of his sight, gently illuminated by the save star.

After another long moment of apathy, Orchid turned to lie on his side, the action slow and rusty.

Almost painful.

From there, he could see, between two green stems, the cover of the book not that far outside of the flower circle.

It didn’t vanish after all.

The monster could not decide if it was a good or bad thing.

It took another long moment, where his head filled with fragments of his past that repeated and repeated, disjointed and confusing, twisted from their original form beyond recognition, before he dared wiggle some until he was right at the limit of the green.

And the notebook sat there, innocently, just too far to grab without touching the black ground that he so dearly wished to avoid feeling today.

Would the kid laugh at him for being this pathetic ? Did they try to enter back the space despite swearing they would not ? He wouldn’t know, couldn’t know.

He’d have to open back the window and that mere thought made his mind swim with a dizzy spell. Watching them be happy willy-nilly without him was over his forces… He wasn’t missed after all, "he" was still there for his former family.

Only the twerp knew and he hoped they had the decency to not tattle on him.

Let him rot.

It was better for everybody.

Looking back at the old book, he wondered if he would ruin that as well.

Berlingot was nice, if not a bit mysterious. He had noticed the slight change of conversation when some themes were discussed but he allowed it. Orchid was no better after all.

Each time the other talked about his brother he couldn’t help an ounce of jealousy to raise in his soul.

He dearly missed Papyrus.

Thankfully, the other’s sibling was different enough from his own that he usually managed to corner the feelings aside and continue the talking.

His hand hesitantly reached in the direction of his only way of communication.

Far yet so close.

He reached and reached, stretching his shoulder then his back and so on until his entire upper half was out in the wild nothingness.

And then.

He brushed his phalanges against old leather, pinching the side and pulling it closer to him.

The object reached him, and he laid back down, letting it rest on his ribcage, focusing on the weight for a few minutes or more.

There.

It was there.

He wasn’t alone.

He was not fully gone from the world.

One piece remained, far far away, taking the shape of clumsy inked words on white paper.

So different from the black trapping him.

Surrounding him.

Suffocating him.

It wasn’t fine.

But it would be okay for now.

As long as his words could still reach and someone could still answer.

It would be okay.

End of chapter 7! Go to chapter 8?

Aftertale belongs to @/loverofpiggies Orchid belongs to me

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6/3/24

11:24 p.m

I just ate a chicken sandwich. It was so good. I want to go get a chicken tomorrow but I'll wait until Wednesday cause I got my testosterone shot and therapy at 7 p.m. I'll be losing a lot of hardcore nuketown time Wednesday no matter what.

Whereas tomorrow I have virtually nothing to do but play nuketown. I'm just going to look forward to veggies burgers and vegan bacon cause it's bomb af. I really love how the vegan bacon compliments the cheese and all the veggies in the burger.

Beyond that i realize my last cheat day was the 13th of May. I'm totally alloted a cheat day every like 2-3 weeks. Technically based off of online results once a week is okay but I'm super serious about my diet. I've never dieted until now and I'm astounded at how well it works having a caloric deficiency. I can't wait until I can see how skinny I get and how muscular I get once I join the gym.

Imma have Simulate nugs and smiley fries tomorrow or wednesday. I may need to get smiley fries after this next Cheat day. I also am going to cheat a little further and eat some corn nuts. My mother bought them for me post diet and I don't want them to go bad. I have thrown out a lot of food. A lot. A lot.

But I basically eat what I buy now, I'm talking older food cause my diet is very planned. I may enjoy some chocolate on my Cheat day. My mom got me a valentine day heart chocolate thing. Idk I got to look at expirations dates. I'd like to not throw everything out that isn't on my diet. I may do chocolate and the smiley fries. And do corn nuts on my next Cheat day.

All I know is I'm fucking excited for smiley fries. It's funny though that when you start dieting, yea you want to Cheat and then you do.. and it's like this food makes me feel gross.... like last time I had smiley fries I got some acid reflux. I haven't had that in ages. So as much as I look forward to it, I actually really like the food I'm eating and find it to be tasty.

I do miss chocolate, French fries and cheese burgers. I do know if I went to Wendy's I'd enjoy it but I'd feel like shit after. Even if I made my own cheese burgers. When I eventually cheat and get a cheese burger I'm getting a fucking baconator. The very best.

Anyways, I'm about to brush my teeth and keep watching ink master. I just tried my new white mulberries cause of the return policy of a month. I can't return the others, not that I would. They seem to be fine but they don't taste as good.

Also as for bloodwork, wondering if I'm hyper or hypo or normal. I'm pooping normal. I'd say my tempature is normal, I didn't sweat today in sweat pants and a t shirt when I went to cvs. I would have if I was hyper.. I mean I'm hungry every 4-6 hours. That seems very normal to me.

When I was Hypo I fell asleep a lot easier. I wouldn't say I'm sleeping better. It was the only good thing about being hypo... and I haven't noticed it.

My heart rate is very normal when I check it too. So as for right now I'm prob doing my bloodwork on the 14th. Nothing I'm experiencing is pointing toward hyper or hypo. So that's cool. Although I'd like to go into remission...

My hallucination as I sit here is like chanting happy birthday and i have a birthday present.. it's really fucking driving me up a wall.. it sounds off. Sorta in a good way. I took my white mulberries almost a hour ago.. maybe it's changing it? Idk. All I know is I got to drown this annoying POS that makes me wants to kill myself everyday out before I do end my life.

I'm still worried about xanax... and I'm hoping Maybe one day this hallucination stops... still waiting on Kristen....