#not at all fancy but -- it's the best I can do for now

[harmonysanreads]

Anatomy Of A Hug

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ft. Phainon, Mydei, Anaxa

Heads Up : Soft Yandere themes, Anaxa needs to see a therapist, Written before version 3.1, My Delusions I guess. I merely missed them a lot and decided to write something silly quickly orz.

-; ੈ♡˳ PHAINON

In the simplest terms, Phainon hugs with his everything. He's not shy to initiate skin-contact, will press himself to you accordingly — unless you voice out discomfort. He's diligent in wrapping his arms around your person securely, should you fancy melting in the bliss he offers. Though, his dexterity with hugs was honed through practice. In the beginning, the strength of a seasoned warrior had been more prevalent. A good amount of discussion (read: pleading to breathe) and experimentation snapped him out of the rush of pleasantries and reminded him of how precious a person he was dealing with.

Front hugs, back hugs, side hugs, bear hugs — he's okay with whatever you're comfortable with. His personal preference is going through all kinds of hugs he knows of manually ; first to shield you from all the evil that preys on your vulnerability, then scooping you up from the pull of gravity, a hearty squeeze to assure you of his protection, followed by a thrilling spin that will repel all bad thoughts out of your orbit. Until all the vestiges of weariness and stress have been replaced clean with the smiles he so adores.

Phainon is not one to be satisfied with short exchanges of warmth, the duration of these hugs tend to be quite long — or, as long as he can get away with before he has to commit to a Hero's responsibilities. Just as he initiates hugs with all of his soul, he expects the same when it comes to receiving them. Phainon prefers to be coddled, held with a promise of protection, ironically. Allow him to kneel and bring him close to your heart, weave your fingers through his hair, soothe the tension in his shoulders and he'll abandon the Flame-Chase altogether.

It's impossible to stir him in those moments, unless your safety happened to be at stake. As such, it's best for you to bid farewell to any other plans. Once he has memorized the nature of this exchange well, he goes beyond and utilizes it to deal with other nuisances. You cannot blame him, not when it has been proven that distracting you with a hug deters both the interference and yourself from paying heed to a mere passer-by. Sometimes his hug offers a bit less comfort and appears more as a shackle. Should you think to point this out, bear this in mind — your embrace is the last thread keeping his sanity intact.

-; ੈ♡˳ MYDEI

You must not care for your life at all, or at least, that's the thought Mydei found himself having when he was faced with the gesture. While the Crown Prince was not ignorant of the existence of a hug, he merely never had the opportunity to be properly acquainted with it. Not that it was necessary to know of it either, he can't win battles by hugging his opponents now, can he? As such, his reaction had been quite the spectacle when you initiated it. Begin by asking if he'd like a hug (throw in a ‘my prince’ at the end, sweetly), if his expression doesn't change then that means a ‘yes’, approach him calmly and wrap your arms around him next — be patient, he'll eventually reciprocate, given that you read the cues right.

If Mydei has to express affection, he'll do so in his own ways. It's already enough of an inconvenience that whenever he thinks of you, his head becomes blurred with clouds of emotions he's unable to decipher. That mushy sensation he feels inside whenever you have the audacity to hug him is just unfiltered agony to his mind. The journey to getting him less repulsed to the gesture has to be fueled by patience and understanding. Only when it clicks in his head that the feelings your hugs incite are not so dissimilar from the ones he gets by indulging in a plate of golden honeycakes does he warm up to the gesture.

Even then, Mydei is very particular about his preferences. Wave goodbye to the dream of spooning the prince any time soon, he's made it clear that that privilege is reserved for him alone. He'll always pull your head towards his chest and headlock you in place. If it's not possible to do so while standing, he'll sit down and gather you on his lap even — but he'll never allow his field of vision to be obstructed. Allowing this already renders you both vulnerable to attacks, he'll reason. He needs to remain vigilant, for the sake of your safety ; not that he'll translate the intention word by word.

Despite your efforts, you've discovered that ridding the prince of his stiffness is near-impossible, even if it's in private. His is not a life that's seen much comfort. Pay attention to the minute shifts in his eyes and you'll realize that the actual reason for his stilted posture, is because of the restraint he's exercising in unleashing his strength. It is a valid concern, he won't even need both of his hands to kill you. Death has rejected him countless times but awaits your departure in anticipation, he's merely mindful of its preying gaze.

-; ੈ♡˳ ANAXA

You are one fearless fellow if you initiated a hug with Anaxa, or you simply don't care about the fact that he's renowned as the scholar who most people are happy to avoid. The scholar in question would most likely call you an idiot though, you really need a thorough lesson in deciphering which men you must never approach. Not that he will be giving it, his time and energy are not to be wasted on such trivial concerns. Although he won't deny, with this brazen act, you've proven yourself to be a bit above the notion of ‘trivial’.

You think approaching the scholar is not so different from trying to befriend a cat, failure in the beginning is inevitable — only through persistence can you triumph. It's a task alone to try to acquaint yourself with him, getting him accustomed to physical affection might just be an acid test. The scholar has had no need for a rudimentary touch of another's skin, he'll say with a dignified hiss. But if you're observant, you'd know it's just a ruse to hide the depth of the depravation he's not allowing himself to acknowledge.

After much trial and error, when he finally bends to your efforts and accepts a hug, he's stiff and awkward, unsurprisingly. His hands wander as if settling on one place would burn his skin, face firmly hidden in the crook of your neck in what you can only assume is embarrassment. You would've teased him about the fierce flush on his ears and nape, if he hadn't ended the contact upon realizing his behavior. The scholar didn't dare face you for the next week, reflecting upon the incident vigorously.

Initially, his hugs were short, filled with muttered complaints to distract you from the firmness of his grip. The increasing average duration and his waning unwillingness towards the gesture did not go unnoticed by him at all. He knows the basic biological cause and it served as his rationale for quite a while. Yes, the reward system's activities are all there is to it, surely he possesses enough willpower to end this indulgence any time he wishes.

What he didn't anticipate though was you beating him to it, baffling him with your sudden consideration for his personal space. You are cruelty incarnate, conditioning him to this banal addiction and leaving him to deal with the consequences by himself? Now that is one preposterous claim to marvel at. It's wise if you cease pushing the man and retract your words. And if you don't? You're more than welcomed to repeat your jest at the firing point of his gun.

[holylulusworld]

No exceptions (2)

Summary: He likes your guts and your cake.

Pairing: Mobster!Frank Castle x Baker!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mafia business

Catch up here: No exceptions

Over the next few days, you’re a busy bee. Customer after customer enters your little bakery. Every day you’re out of baked goods in no time.

You huff as you carry out a tray with freshly baked cupcakes. You’re unsure if you can keep up with all the hungry customers roaming your bakery for much longer without help. Though, you cannot pay a waitress or barista.

“Sweet cheeks, my friend and I are getting three of these and coffee, black,” Frank, your tormentor, grins as you almost drop the tray at the sight of the man dressed in all black. You had hoped he had forgotten about you and your bakery. – No such luck.

He and his companion claim one of the free tables, making the chairs creak as they plop down. Frank watches you brew fresh coffee as your eyes meet.

“Right away,” you stammer. This man won’t get a reaction out of you this time. If he wants money, you’ll pay him. For the first time in months, you made a decent amount of money.

“Told ya she’s something else,” Frank smirks at his companion. You try to ignore his words and focus on work. While you prepare a tray with the cupcakes and coffee, Frank watches you the whole time. “Got some meat on her cute ass too.”

“Frank,�� the other man sneers. You give him a quick once-over and wonder why he’s around a man like Frank. The man is wearing a well-fitted, dark-colored suit, complete with a tie. This is a stark contrast to Frank’s dark, worn-out jeans, a faded t-shirt, a black leather jacket, and dirty black boots.

His glasses are the only thing standing out. The man is wearing a pair of sleek, rectangular-framed sunglasses that have a dark, tinted lens. You wonder if he’s got problems with his eyes, or if it’s just another fancy accessory to him.

“What?” Frank cackles as you near with the tray. He’s quick to get up and take the tray out of your hands. He places it on the table before grabbing you by the waist to sit back down. You end up in his lap, squirming and wiggling. Frank wraps his arms tightly around your waist, laughing as his boss clears his throat. “I like what I see. It’s not my fault you sent me here to collect.”

“Frank,” the man sighs deeply and straightens his glasses. “I don’t need to see the woman to know she’s uncomfortable in your lap. Let her go. She pays for our protection, not to sit in your lap.”

“But—” Frank grunts. “Only thanks to me has she got all the customers. And I bet she likes sitting in my lap.” He chuckles darkly while you still try to break out of his embrace. “Right, sweet cheeks.”

“I think,” his boss cocks his head. He can’t see you, but listens closely as you elbow Frank, “She wants you to let her go and to pay for our service. Don’t ruin another fruitful business relationship.”

Frank smirks because you are no match for his strength. “Sweet cheeks, you are a whirlwind, and that plum you call your ass is as fine as the best wine.” He rhymes. “Let’s get back to this another time.”

“You must excuse my overenthusiastic friend. He’s got a new position, but still likes to come here to collect cash from you,” the man leans back, smirking as you call Frank a jerk. “You must consider that was probably the most romantic thing he ever said to a woman.”

“Relax, sweet cheeks,” Frank nuzzles your cheek. “I’m here to protect you, remember? I won’t let anyone hurt my cute baker.”

“Frank, get a grip. We came here to discuss business and taking over the bakery,” the man says, looking at you. “I’m Mr. Murdock, and your bakery is officially under my protection. From now on, you’re working for me.”

“What? I…no! This is my bakery!” You wiggle even harder, making Frank groan when you brush his crotch with your ass.

“That’s good news, sweet cheeks. No more paying for protection. You can keep the money if you, let’s say, do us a favor.” Frank believes his words will calm you, but you won’t have it.

“A favor?” You quirk a brow. “That’s not going to happen!”

“You see,” Matt leans forward. “This will happen one way or another. You can keep the bakery, make lots of money, and the only thing I’m asking for is a small favor. That’s not much.”

“A favor…” You murmur. “What kind of favor? I won’t do anything illegal.”

“I wouldn’t dream of letting my girl do the dirty work,” Frank chuckles as you elbow him again. “I’m going to do it for you.” He whispers in your ear. “If you are a pillow princess, I wouldn’t mind, either.”

“Creep,” you ram your elbow into his stomach, making Frank grunt. “If you want to do business with me, keep that lunatic away from me.”

Matt shrugs and says, “Frank is Frank. He is a little shy when it comes to pretty women. Frank is not good with courting a woman.”

“He doesn’t seem to be a shy guy,” you harrumph. “More the grabby kind of guy. If he doesn’t stop, I’ll poison his coffee next time or beat him to death with my baking pin.”

Frank smirks darkly. “I told you she’s something else, Matt.” He laughs before finally letting you go. “Hmm…I think I’ll marry her one day…”

Tags in reblog.

[moutainrusing]

jealous

768 words, james x remus

“It’s betrayal!” James cried, absolutely outraged as he paced the dormitory, hands running furiously through the mess of his hair. “Remus should be here with us! He’s our Moony! Instead, he’s cuddling up to Evans! Evans! She doesn’t even know him! I know him! He and Evans aren’t right for each other! Remus is right with the Marauders!” He turned to Sirius and Peter expectantly, raising his eyebrows and gesturing for them to agree with him.

“Um. Yeah,” Peter nodded nervously, as if afraid James might hit him with his wildly gesticulating hands. James scoffed at that, because yes, he wanted to hit something, but he wouldn’t actually. The only person he felt tempted to hit was Remus, who was down there enjoying being attached by the hip to Evans, and that was the reason James wanted to hit him in the first place, so if Remus would stop doing that, then James would hug him like the friends that they were.

They were the Marauders! Remus should be with them.

James voiced all of this, and Sirius burst out laughing.

“What is so funny?!” he glared. “This is another betrayal! Sirius! Marauders agree with each other!”

“Mate, I do agree with you,” Sirius chuckled placatingly. “I think Remus should be with you too.”

“Good!” James pointed, ranting once more. “Marauders stick together! Remus should pay for this! I can’t believe him! I know Evans is attractive, and yeah, I want to go out with her too, but Marauders come first!”

Sirius squinted at him. “You want to go out with Evans?”

“Well, yeah,” James deadpanned. “‘Course I do. She’s fit, right?” he checked with Sirius, who shrugged concedingly. Thoughtfully, he added, “It explains why I want to rip Remus’s hand off of her whenever he touches her. I mean, why is he touching her?! He should be with us! He doesn’t need to hug her when I give him the best hugs ever! He can just ask me! Why isn’t he asking me?!”

Sirius tilted his head. “He does ask you.”

“Oh!” James grinned. “He does! I give the best post-moon cuddles,” he placed a hand on his heart smugly. “He always comes to me for them.” Dropping his hand, he frowned suddenly, “But now he’s going to Evans! He knows I’ve been asking her out for years! Doesn’t he care about me? Why doesn’t he care about me?”

Quietly, Peter inputted, “He does care about you.”

“Well,” James huffed. “He doesn’t show it very well. Hanging off the arm of the bird I fancy. How is that caring about his best mate’s feelings? I want to date Evans. Now she’s getting caught up in Remus’s charm! His charm is only for us! It’s special! It should be treasured! Evans wouldn’t treasure it as much as I do.”

Sirius and Peter shared a glance. While Sirius shook his head at him, Peter cleared his throat hesitantly, “How would you treasure Remus?”

Ignoring Sirius’s groan, James swivelled to scowl at Peter, “What do you mean how would I treasure him?! I already treasure him! I hold him right here,” James jabbed his heart. “He’s my friend, and I give him everything. I was the one to befriend him first, wasn’t I? Because I saw he was innocently clever. I saw it in the corners of his smile, and I saw in the light of his eyes that something glowed inside of him while everyone else ignored it! I saw that he was a devious mastermind and I saw that he was as mean as he was kind and I still see it every day because he’s everything. And—”

“This is too much,” Sirius interrupted loudly, eyeing Peter and muttering, “Why.”

Peter smiled at him sweetly. “Because it’s cute, don’t you think?”

Sirius slammed his hands down forcefully, and turned to James. “This is too much.”

James was very confused. “What is?”

“You don’t fancy Evans!” Sirius yelled.

James stumbled back from the sheer volume of it. He looked to Peter for some explanation, except Peter was leaning back on his pillow as if watching some soap opera.

“Um. I do,” James replied.

“Then why do you call her Evans?!” Sirius demanded.

“Well… we’re not that close yet. It’s… our thing,” James pursed his lips, pondering over his reasons.

“You don’t have a thing with her! Her name is Lily, and I bet you didn’t know that,” Sirius fumed.

James bit his lip. He hadn’t known that.

Sirius took one look at him and burst out laughing once again. “You’re not jealous of Remus, mate. You’re jealous of Evans.”

[lisannastraussisanangel]

I love your headcanons so much! What careers do you think Team Natsu would pursue if they lived in our world?

I feel like obviously Lucy would still want to do writing. Maybe a bit of journalism (especially in regard to standing up for groups of people) on the side while also doing some modeling or influencing since we've seen her do it in the show and manga.

Gray I picture doing something artsy especially when you look at how artistic his magic can be. Maybe something like Sculptor. Just imagining him being in his art student years being an absolute heartthrob while he is being emo and artsy. I would imagine some fashion as well because he always has the best fits of fairy tail (when he hasn't stripped it off lol).

I'm not sure about Erza and Natsu yet.

But I would LOVE to hear your headcanons of what you think?

I can't believe I've never thought about this

Lucy is a fashion influencer as well as a booktoker. This popularity really helped her when she got her first novel published since she already had a huge fanbase

Now Lucy does both. Her passion being writing but her main source of income is influencing

Natsu is a firefighter. It's mostly volunteer work tho

He makes his money being a jackass level daredevil on the internet. Natsu does wild stunts and goes on all types of crazy adventures (sponsored by redbull of course)

Gray def has an artsy job. He doesn't have one set job and instead does a bunch of odd jobs here and there

He's a graffiti artist, ice sculptor, muralist, ceramist, and many other things

He also does nude modeling for art schools and helps Lucy with her fashion influencing. He's very popular on her page but is too busy to make his own account (Tho he does get requested to walk on runways)

Erza works in security. She's done pretty much every security type of work but prefers body guard work for celebrities. But that's mostly because she likes going to all the fancy parties and such

Her dream is to open a bakery one day, but she isn't sure how to go about it so she just does it on the side for her friends

Wendy is already taking classes to help her get into medical school. That girl will be a doctor and she will save many lives

[b0n3s-is-gay]

Can i get some nick valentine fluff where the reader is on their period and he's helping them out, he probably has some memories of the original nick when jenny was on the rag

Nick Valentine: Period comfort

For starters, this synth is a girl's synth. He may be a hard boiled and a bit rough around the edges noir detective, but trust me when I say that he knows what he's doing and what to say to help.

Now when it comes to you being on your period, Nick will help you through it (not to say that the rest of the male companions won't help, but when it comes to helping and knowing what to do, You're safer with Nicky and MacCready).

If you're out on a case with Nick and you bleed through, he's going to take off his coat and drape it across your shoulders as it would be long enough to cover the stains. Before the war, before his memories were put into a synth, he used to do this kind of thing with Jenny.

Need a tampon or a pad? Nick's got some in his desk that he usually keeps in there for Ellie or Piper when they come in complaining about running out.

If you're having a day where you're in so much pain that you can't get up, he'll offer you some Med-X or he'll lay down and hold you in his arms until you feel better.

Speaking of Nick laying down with you, I have a personal head cannon that he's warm due to his innards working overtime to keep going. He's basically a sentient heating pad and will let you lay across him or the inverse.

If sheets need to get changed, he'll do it while you take care of yourself and go what's needed to get clean. Don't you worry about a thing when it comes to Nick, he'll help you through it all. Trust me when I say he's the best when it comes to this stuff.

Any weird cravings, he'll try and find a way to get it for you. He'll get you Dandy Boy Apples, Fancy Lad Snack Cakes, Instamash, Sugar Bombs. You name it, he'll probably find it.

If I had to rate from 1 to 10 about how good this man is during your time of the month, I would rate him a 9/10. He's the best and I really mean it.

[carnalhaus]

I know people usually ask about your art, but I've fell in love with your writing ngl, whenever I see bits of it on here and tiktok. It's as if I'm reading extracts from some famous author, it sounds so professional. I guess it would be a harder question to answer but do you have any tips on how to improve storytelling/writing?

you caught me at a good time because i’ve been working on the second draft of long bright dark like a madman.

first of all, thank you berry much. that’s pretty surprising honestly because i always thought my writing came off pretty rushed and awkward, but i think everybody is their own worst critic.

now i’m probably the worst person to ask because nothing i ever do is about improving, but i can try and talk a little bit about what helps me generally. something i discovered relatively recently was that making friends with other writers helps a lot. i’m very reclusive so i was a bit nervous about it, but it’s a lot of fun. it’s good to surround yourself with people who inspire you and motivate you. it’s like parallel play, almost. bounce ideas around, send snippets and blurbs, talk. i read the first two chapters of my friends novel last night and it was like i took a shot of meth, and now it’s four in the morning and i’m still writing.

i would also say don’t be afraid to let it marinate. step away, stop looking at it for a little, and go look at other things instead. read other things, watch stuff, listen to music, go places. strings of words that’ve come to me while doing other things have ended up being some of my best lines. if you look at what you’re doing for too long, it gets all funhouse-y. while you’re reading other things, try not to compare either. structure, prose, and stylization is unique from person to person just like any other kind of art. have fun and play around with what you see instead, incorporate elements you find interesting and see how it fits in for you. literally just play.

don’t be afraid to rewrite things completely. i think most people think of this as draft 1 vs draft 2 etc etc, but i think it can really apply anywhere in the process. if i find myself getting stuck on a particular paragraph, i open up something completely new and start the portion from scratch, keeping in mind the lines that i liked, and trying to reword things that bothered me. i tend to get distracted with so many things on a page at once, and end up not being able to tell what’s irritating me when i’m stuck. working through it from the beginning without jumping around, but still having that original there to refer back to, makes it much easier to sort through.

this is a fun one, but the music you listen to while you write might be fucking you up. just the other day a friend of mine mentioned how she tends to listen to music without lyrics while she writes, because lyrics end up distracting her. turns out i focus much better when i don’t have words in my ears. i’m not that disciplined so i don’t stick to it always, but it definitely helps me focus.

similarly, i think your environment in general can really help. i tend to draft things on my phone because ideas come to me very quick and scrambled, and it’s the best way to get them out. i’ve started to sit down with a drink at my computer and transfer it into a proper document to sort of descramble. even silly stuff like the colors and format of the page can help. make it look fun. i like sitting down at my desktop when im able because i think my pink fancy keyboard helps me feel more professional.

if you have questions about anything specific, i can always try and answer. here’s an unedited lbd passage.

[sunsdrop]

"Make   the   clock   reverse.   Bring   back   what   once   was   mine."

This is an indie RP blog for Princess Rapunzel, canon divergent in that she is portrayed as the human embodiment of the sundrop instead of merely being given it's magic.

crossovers loved and encouraged, 21+ Sung by Flora

[arolesbianism]

Mental health shit is kicking my ass but at least I have my silly guys

[delta-piscium]

Trying? Trying??? By learning. By succeeding!

(about this and my text under the cut)

this is very nice actually thank you so much <3 <3 and like, i probably do need to give myself more credit in general but also i am still very much learning and stumbling and figuring digital art out (and for the most part it is so fun)

I’m gonna ramble about this a bit so bear with me and also i apologize lol, but that art was done after a month of getting increasingly more frustrated with everything turning out so badly and eventually realizing that I was trying to 1. copy a certain look/style that i’ve internalized is what fanart and digital art should look like and is very far away from my style/comfort zone 2. i was trying to do everything digital allows without being comfortable with it or understanding it

so (and this took me a month to realize ? ??) i did what i already knew from doing acrylic and oil painting in the past and could somewhat easily transfer to digital without having to know more than the basics, like i didn’t use a lot of the things digital provides or allows for. i used layers for my own peace of mind but without actually needing them and did some color adjusting (honestly, the color adjusting digital lets you do is such a blessing to me) but the only fancy way i really utilized the medium was making it a gif (which is so fun and a lot easier than i would have thought, like honestly watch me make any future art into gifs too) but there are so many things you can do with the medium with settings/effects, different brushes, tools to use in the process etc that i just do not understand what they are or how to implement them so i am very slowly learning digital art as a whole new medium rather than just being able to use it to adapt what i already know

[britneyshakespeare]

i don’t care how many people on the internet say it, low rise jeans are not back. they’re back for influencers and models doing 2000s nostalgia fashion and that’s it. for us normal people living in harmony, a-free of passing clothing trends if we wish to settle for the more comfortable, practical, and frankly more timeless side of dress, our belly buttons are safe and secure under our reasonably-high waists. your buttcrack thanks you.

[palettepainter]

OP I'm gunna use your post to dump a what if idea which I'm kind of torn on exploring, but I wanna see if anybody thinks it's interesting (also this is such a cool observation! I at first assumed Angel was just wiping away drool or something from his mouth, I don't know HOW I didn't make the connection that this is a metaphor for him literally trying to wipe away the 'poision' Val is infecting him with. Hazbin might not be my fav fandom anymore but god is this a perfect bit of show don't tell in story telling!)

So I know I've stated somewhere that, in reality, I've never been that fussed over Hazbin ships. All ships are kinda just eh to me and I don't really dislike any one of them more than the rest: but Angel x Vox has always scratched my brain

Back when we only had the insta accounts to get info from the V's, there was one post from Vox where he had a broken TV screen and (I can't remember word for word what was said in the post) I believe in the post itself it said "F*ck you Val" or something. Implying that Valention treated him with the same level of violence as he does Angel

Valentino see's people as things, Angel even refers to himself as "his favourite toy" in the show. Other demons are just Val's play things, and while I do like the dynamic between the V's in the show, and while it is of course awful what Val does (warnings for serious SA and general abuse), I think there is potential for an interesting story if the dynamic between Val and Vox was kept how it was on the Instagram pages

Valentino views demons as play things, things to amuse him, and Vox is a business man, a seller, one who prides on upholding a certain image and reputation. He does NOT like being seen as lesser. Vox one day leaving Val or being dumped by him because Val grew tired of him, Vox somehow running into Angel who has taken permeant residency under the hotel (and for story sake lets say he's under Charlie's official protection or whatever so Val can't touch him) and the two bond over their collective experience being in an abusive relationship with the same monster

This would lead to Vox and Angel, at some point, becoming somewhat friends who confine in each other, perhaps leading to word spreading that Vox is involved with the residents of the Happy Hotel and his reputation going down hill. With no where to go, Vox ends up begrudgingly moving into the hotel, where over time and after learning to let down their walls and be real, Vox and Angel grow more and more comfortable around the other because they both know what it's like to be treated as a toy before being thrown away when you're no longer amusing. Even if neither are prepared to admit they appreciate the others support

Time passes bitter enemies turn to frenemies to wary friends to very caring friends till both share a very conflicting moment of realisation that hey, maybe they both CAN be in a healthy relationship with someone and are both worthy of being treated with respect, despite being in hell

I noticed some interesting symbolism.

You see how at the end of his musical number Angel worryingly wipes the "poison" that is dripping from his mouth right...?

Well, what do we see next..?

Yeah...Vox and Angel may not be that different when it comes to their relationship with Valentino

[bmpmp3]

and you will listen to my halfway unmixed vocal synth covers. you will. my final message (dies in your arms)

all the virvox guys in voicevox humming! yume no tobira piano ver vsqx by leah ocarina and the instrumental is by 友紀!

[cathartidae]

so, many of you have probably seen news about one of the first recorded severe case of HPAI (avian flu) in humans.

a lot of you who follow me are birders or inatters or adjacent. hence, a lot of you guys have birdfeeders.

from a rehab worker of almost 3 years: Disinfect your goddamn feeders. not only for HPAI but other diseases, such as avian pox, and for the safety of the birds

and of course, heres how!

now here at rehab we use rescue to disinfect, which is a big ol fancy thing that looks like this

for all our stuff. it's about 1-2tbsp rescue per 32oz water. however, most of you guys cant get a hold of it. so, heres some other things suggested by friends & coworkers that will work just as well

-diluted hydrogen peroxide

-bleach (diluted)

etc. in addition, it's best to use the hottest water you can handle in order to kill off more viruses (our industrial washer does up to 200°F, but whatever you can works just as well.)

the most important thing here is to USE GLOVES!!! PLEASE. pair of gloves to wash it and preferably when youre rinsing it use a DIFFERENT pair of gloves so it doesnt get dirty again.

lastly, if youre seeing visibly uninjured dead birds in your yard, lethargic birds at your feeder, red discolouration or growths on exposed skin, blood on your feeder, or anything else you might deem unusual, take down your feeder. the birds will get food elsewhere i promise, just leave it down for two weeks at least and sterilize it using any of the steps above.

also. please dont hand feed birds. yes even ducks. please please ignore what you see on instagram, it only creates more work for rehabbers. this includes trying to camouflage yourself and feed the birds from your hand when they dont know youre a person. it only hurts you and the birds, and yes this includes hummingbirds. do not try and feed birds off of yourself directly. please. thank you

be safe, clean your feeders, and happy birding!

in addition, below is an approximate of the procedure we use at my work to prevent outbreaks in our residents/patients.

changing aprons between birds, esp for personable birds (assimilated to people, like to fly onto you), switch gloves between birds, between touching hoses, etc. spray or dip + scrape shoes into rescue/accel solution before entering enclosures & or buildings. daily mopping w rescue solution, all dishes are hand washed with soap and hot water, then sent into an industrial washer @ 200°F.

[i-am-borgia]

Let him know that.

I fear he knows already.

[ddejavvu]

Cant stop thinking about Logan bending Wades darling little sister (in her 20s) over the kitchen table while Waded out on a mission. That is all I can think about right now

Insatiable - Logan Howlett x Reader

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contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. age gap (legal; reader is in her 20's, logan is like... 200 years old.), wilson!reader, dirty talk, slight breeding mentioned

The only reason you're able to do it in the kitchen is because Wade isn't home, and you'd managed to shut the door on his pathetically endearing little dog. Mary Puppins is probably tearing up Wade's poor excuse for a comforter right now, and Logan is tearing up- well.

You.

Your pussy.

You're bent so far over the counter that your tits are cold, your nipples stiff and sensitive against the countertop. The pressure against them hurts, or maybe it's a lack of other stimulation against them- either way, they're stinging and you wish to right yourself and tug mercilessly at them.

But Logan's weight- not the full load, or you'd be crushed - is holding you down, your hands scrabbling uselessly at the smooth counter for purchase that you'll never find as you're rocked steadily into the cabinets below.

Logan's cock is buried so deep inside of you that you're not sure he'll ever get it out again, but then he does, and then he thrusts back in and you're hit all over again with a sense of shit, I didn't know I went that deep. He's found your limit, stretched your cunt to the breaking point with his impressive length, and his facial hair tickles the side of your face as he takes your cunt from behind.

Your face smacks painfully against the cabinets over the counter and Logan reaches a hand up to cover your forehead, "Shit, be careful. Head down, honey, there you go. Wouldn't want Big Brother finding an imprint of your face in the wood."

"Whaddya think he'd say?" Logan's suddenly snickering, a gruff delight to his voice as he rams his cock inside you once more, thrusting at a steady, merciless pace, "Shit, if he knew my old ass had his sweet little sister pinned up against the counter..."

Wade would kill him. Or try valiantly to, as it's been established before by Wade's best efforts that Logan is one difficult motherfucker to kill. But you don't fancy a bloodbath even if the vessel will survive, so you tuck yourself tight to the counter so that you won't have to explain to Wade why the cupboard door is off its hinges.

Leaning forwards more only pushes your ass out further, and Logan groans, dick twitching, as he's able to thrust more viciously beneath the curve of your ass. He's humping you like a dog, a depraved pace set as he chases an impending orgasm.

"Taking you in your brother's house- aagh, shit," Logan grunts, nose nudging against the back of your neck as he inhales your sweat, "God he's gonna drop his swords on this fucking counter as soon as he walks through the door, not- not even gonna know your tits were smashed up against it. He's gonna get coke from that cabinet in an hour," Logan's voice is strained, moreso the faster he pumps his hips, and all you can do is cry out as he ravages your cunt, "He's never gonna know I made his sister cream up against it. Never gonna know I fucked my fuckin' babies into you here, aah- agh-I-!"

Logan bites, hard against your shoulder, catching some of your neck in the process and introducing yet another blindingly painful sensation that turns into sick, twisted pleasure between your legs. Your cunt is spent, barely capable of another orgasm after you'd already had two fucked out of you before, but it gives you its best shot as Logan's thick, warm cum gushes into you, immediately too much for your poor pussy to handle as it drips down your thighs instead.

Logan relinquishes your shoulder with a low groan, his breath coming hot and heavy as he pants, "You alright?"

"Yeah," You whimper, legs shaking as Logan holds you steady, "I- I don't think I can stand anymore."

"That's okay." Logan hums, gentler now that he's fucked himself calm. He peels you off of the counter, supporting your body weight as he half-walks, half-drags you down the hallway towards his bedroom, "Next round's on my bed, sweetheart. You won't need to move a muscle."

[arolesbianism]

Oh baby I am getting way to ambitious with my current oni run for someone who's laptop starts screaming anytime it opens steam