#now i happen to know there ARE in fact advantages to putting ice on your skin.having had eczema

[hexjulia]

i'm aware most cosmetics and skincare products are made of extremely cheap ingredients with some expensive marketing but as i was replacing some skincare products I scrolled by a few other products from this webstore, and this one is just too much even for me

they're selling this as an 'instant facelift.' it's on sale for.... 20 euro.

it's also literally an empty plastic container. in which you pour water which you freeze. and then you have an icecube in a little plastic cup which you can now move over your face.

20 euro icecube mold.

[luveline]

hello lovely, I was wondering if I could ask for a soft remus request. maybe loser!reader where someone made them feel invisible and remus comforts them? I hope that makes sense ily <3

ily ty for requesting!! <3 fem, 1.3k

“Come on, poppet,” Sirius says in one of his teasing tones as he puts a hefty looking glass of pale ale in front of you, “cheer up and get sloshed.”

“Oh, I really don’t want to drink tonight,” you say, surprised he’d get you something. 

“That’s for me. This,” —he puts a short glass to the pale ale— “is for you. From him.” 

You look up from the dark table to spy said him across the way. Remus stands behind the bar with a relaxed smile, arms holding himself up and biceps just that little bit tight against his sleeves. You send him a shy smile. 

It’s an ice cold mix of your favourite. You send him another smile as you drink it, not sure how to cope with the fact that he’s still looking at you when you do. He raises his eyebrows a touch before a customer steals his attention. 

“He should really quit,” James says happily. “He’s enabling me.”

You push the bowl of roasted peanuts toward him. “Abstinence,” you say. You’re still feeling wobbly, not quite happy, but better to move forward then dwell on things. Plus, Remus’ nice smile reminds you that he’s on your side.

���Remus gives you a Help to Stop card every time you buy a second round,” Sirius says, rolling his eyes. 

“But Marlene lets me drink as much as I want.” James waves at her. She blows him a kiss from the table she’s bussing two chairs over. “Bad place. Takes advantage of me. And there’s too much riff raff.”

You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth. “Right.”

They chat to each other enough to make up for your silence and Remus’ absence. He’ll be off any minute now, joining you for a quick drink if he’s awake enough to manage it before you head home. You can’t bring yourself to watch him, knowing he’ll be chatting, giving pretty girls polite smiles and prettier boys their refills. He can be charismatic when he wants to be. He’s a natural flirt deep down. You hope he doesn’t flirt with other people. 

He wouldn’t. 

Or maybe he would? You’re not exciting like that. 

“Penny for your thoughts, lovely girl?” 

He says it quietly, pressing his pet name into the side of your head as he slips into the chair next to yours. Suddenly he’s here. He sneaks up on you too often. 

“Not worth the penny,” you murmur back. 

“I don’t think that’s true. Do you want another drink? I’ve closed my line, but I–”

You shake your head, not having finished the first one he sent over. He smells like the too sweet cloy of beer, but his breath is minty on your cheek. “Fine, be that way. You make it hard to spoil you.”

“Yuck.” 

“Ew,” he agrees. Remus gives the top of your shoulder a gentle shake. “Not feeling well?” 

“She was attacked, Moons, I told you this,” Sirius says.

You glare at him as Remus says, “Mm. You okay?” 

“I wasn’t attacked, that’s– you know. It was the opposite of an attack. I was–” Ignored. You attempt to shove it down even as the memory surges up, the heat of knowing you’d been deemed a loser, the shrug off, the giggling. “Sirius.” 

“What? If I didn’t tell him he would’ve been pissed off with me and you know I can’t afford butter right now. I need my toast fix.” 

James and Sirius are nice, good guys, but Remus is the only person who can really make you feel better. He knows it. You all know it. But it’s too embarrassing to divulge the details of what happened. You’d told Sirius and James in a strange flustered panic as you sat down, and you don’t fancy telling the story again. 

In the bathroom, there had been a group of girls taking photographs. You didn’t know them, but they were around your age, beautiful, and giggling at not being able to fit in one photograph. 

I can take it, you’d offered. That way you can all be in the frame? 

One girl smiled at you but the rest didn’t even look up. You know you’d said it loudly. You seem to have this effect on people. Total invisibility. 

“Can’t afford butter, can’t afford his own pints,” Remus says, reaching under the table to touch your thigh. His fingertips dig into the softer part of the inner thigh as he brushes downward to your knee. “Next I’ll be paying his rent.” 

“It’s the least you could do,” James says. “Do you think they’ll put the rugby on if I ask?” 

Remus stands and beckons for you to come with him. “Where are we going?” you ask. 

“Home?” He holds out his hand for you to take. “The shop first.” 

He twines your fingers and waves to the boys. You’ll see them again in an hour or two when they come home, but as soon as you and Remus leave the pub, you might as well be all alone in the world. It’s dark as pitch despite the early evening hour and twice as cold, wind like needles thrown at your hands. Remus puts his open hand out to pull your empty one into his side. It’s a funny way to walk. 

“Are you terribly upset?” 

“Mm… no,” you decide. 

“James said you,” —his voice turns soft and careful— “looked a little bit welled up. Like you might cry. It’s okay if you were upset.” 

“It’s embarrassing.” 

“Dove, if you were to be believed, everything is embarrassing. But you’ve never done anything to be embarrassed of.” You take your hands back. “Oh, except that.” 

You laugh as he snatches your hands back, your laughter whipped away with the mean winds as you make your way through the alley that leads to the small corner shop on the way home. “No one sees me like you,” you say. 

“People are fucking rude,” he says with a shrug. “They could’ve at least said they were fine.” 

“I don’t know if it’s rude–”

“It is–”

“I’m a stranger and they were probably fine without my help. But it was weird to have nobody say anything. It made me feel so silly.” 

“If it were you,” Remus says, weight in his words as glances at you from the side, his hair dancing away from his ears, “you would’ve looked them in the eyes and said no, thanks. You would’ve acknowledged them. It’s not kind to treat people like they don’t matter.” 

“I don’t matter.” 

Your weak tone slows his pace. 

“I mean, not to them,” you correct. 

Remus slides an arm over your shoulder, humming from his chest. “Yes, you do,” he says, kissing your cheek, “of course you matter. You’re everything to the people who love you. You’re more than that to me. Please don’t think otherwise.” He presses his lips and chin to your temple. “Yeah?” he asks quietly. “You matter, dove, you do.”

“Why does this happen to me so often?” you ask in a similar quiet. 

“You’re not like everyone else.” He grins at you. “We’re not like other people. Thank god.” His lips press again to your cheek. “I hope all their pictures turn out shit.” 

“Sorry if I’m overreacting.” 

“I think you’re underreacting. I think I should go back and have them banned.” Remus gives you one last kiss before he steps back, ushering you down the pavement to the neon lights of the corner shop. “But I’m going to buy you some chocolates instead. Is that alright? Should I go back?” 

He starts walking back the way you came. You catch tight to his hand and force him into the shop before he can get too far away. 

[lacy-oh-lacy]

-𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝-

Scream Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Summary: A protective!Sam, comfort drabble

CW: sexual harrassment and non-consensual touching but the fic takes place after the fact, violence, Sam is mildly injured, guilt, angst

Most days you liked having a protective girlfriend.

Most days you felt safe knowing Sam had your back, practically untouchable.

Today wasn't one of those days. Standing in front of her, examining the purple blooming on her face you only felt terribly uneasy.

A hiss escaped Sam's teeth as biting cold connected with her jaw.

"Sorry." You said, grabbing her hand with your free one -the one not holding an ice pack to her face- and her fingers curled around it in a reassuring grip.

"It's alright."

'Alright'. The word felt like a taunt.

You kept gnawing at the inside of your cheek, the same way guilt kept gnawing at your gut.

It was entirely illogical of course. It wasn't your fault. That man never should of put his hands on you.

"I'm alright." She said firmer, obviously noticing the storm cloud hanging over your head. Her tone softened as she added, "I'm more worried about you."

"Me? I didn't get hit."

Her doe eyes looked so emotional and protective -and as guilty as you felt.

"You got assualted."

Just like that, the memory you had mentally sidelined swung back like a wrecking ball and a fresh wave of nausea made your stomach clench.

The fear that gripped you when Sam started swinging at the man -and worse when he started swinging back- overpowered the wholly different kind of fear you felt when he first began lingering a little too close to you, taking advantage of the crowded street to invade your personal space.

You were lucky to have Sam. Her sharp eyes clocked him immediately, even before discomfort grew heavy in your stomach. His groping hands were barely on you a few seconds before she could push him away.

"I know... but you should've been more careful. You could've gotten hurt."

"You know I've been stabbed before, right?" She said lightly, trying to sound unfazed. "Like... a lot."

"Yeah and I don't want it to happen again." The words came out harsh and regret followed swiftly.

Great. She helped you and now you were snapping at her.

"I don't want you to get hurt." You amended. Your voice was barely above a whisper but the pain laced through it was loud and clear.

"I know." Sam let go of your hand to pull you into her lap, her arms wrapping around your waist. "I don't want you to get hurt either, that's why I had to do something."

Her hold was soft, warm, protective... The total opposite of that stranger's touch.

You twisted around until you could see her face, her attentive eyes still trained on you, only fluttering closed as you leaned in.

Her lips were gentle against yours -hesitant. You guessed you could understand why. Even with that, the contact filled you with reassurance.

You pulled back, pecking her nose on the way. Despite herself, she couldn't stop the upturn of her lips at the gesture and seeing her smile made you mindlessly mirror it.

"Thank you for that... for having my back."

Her hold on you tightened just a fraction as if to prove the point.

"Always."

[coolnameloading]

Second Place Pt 2

The next day at school after you park your car you get your backpack from the trunk and you hear someone clearing their throat behind you.

You turn around and see Shauna standing behind you with a sheepish smile.

“You didn’t text back yesterday.”

You close your trunk and start walking towards the building.

“Well then clearly I don’t want to talk.”

Shauna grabs your hand to keep you from leaving.

“Hey, don’t be like that. I told you Jackie needed me-”

“Oh, and that’s just supposed to make it better?”

You ask ripping your hand away from Shauna and taking a step back.

“What about me Shauna? I was waiting for you in that restaurant like an idiot for like half an hour!”

You yell glaring at her while your hands grip tightly onto the straps of your backpack. 

“You waited twenty minutes before texting me! The fucking staff was talking about me! Do you know how much of a nightmare that was?”

Shauna had never seen you like this before. Usually, you were so agreeable, you hated fighting with anyone so you’d let people walk over you without batting an eye. Usually, this meant that Shauna would have to stand up for you but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t used your fear of confrontation to her advantage before.

If she’s honest with herself she’d admit that she thought this would be another one of those times. In fact, she was sure it would be until you left her on read all day yesterday. 

She opened her mouth trying to say something, anything to make you calm down, to hear her out just for a moment. But nothing came out.

She didn’t know what she could say to make things right. 

She just wanted you to stop looking at her like that.

“I’m….I’m so-”

“Hey babe our date yesterday was amazing!”

You feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you against them, you recognize the vanilla-scented perfume immediately and try not to blush.

“L-lottie I’m trying to talk to Shauna right now.”

You mumble out feeling her arms pull you closer as she rests her chin on your shoulder.

“Oh, Hi Shauna.”

You can hear the smirk in Lottie’s voice even if you can’t see it.

“Lottie!”

You try to reprimand her again but she gives you that cute little smile and you just shut your mouth and push her arms off you which makes her pout. 

When you look back at Shauna she’s glaring at Lottie, if looks could kill Lottie would already be in the last pit of hell having a tea party with Satan. 

“What is she talking about?”

Before you can even think about how to explain what happened yesterday Lotti’s already talking.

“Well, I found this cutie all by herself in a booth at that burger place down the street. I heard the staff saying that she’d been there for almost half an hour and I decided to swoop in as her date.” 

Lottie smirks looking down at Shauna.

“Since apparently, you had other priorities. I kept your girlfriend company.”

The two of them keep staring at each other; Shauna glaring up at Lottie like she was trying to set her on fire and Lottie looking down at Shauna with an ice-cold smirk. 

Before they decide to jump each other you clear your throat to get their attention and they turn to look at you.

“Well this has been fun but I have a class in 10 minutes so I’m gonna go. See you later.”

You speed walk out of the parking lot leaving the two of them alone.

“She’s going to get tired of this Shauna.”

Lottie mumbles while watching you leave.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Lottie scoffs and turns back to Shauna looking exasperated.

“What do you think she’s just going to keep putting up with you? She’s going to get tired of coming in second place to Jackie and then she’s going to leave,” Lottie takes a step closer looking down at Shauna with a determined expression, “And trust me when I say I’ll be waiting.” 

Shauna looks up at Lottie her indifferent expression cracking as she looks at her teammate in confusion. 

“Lottie, what the fuck do you think you’re saying to me?”

Shauna growls out through clenched teeth, Lottie might be taller but she’d be damned if she let something like that intimidate her.

“What I’m saying is that one day you’re going to fuck up beyond repair. And I’m going to be there to show her an….alternative.” 

If there’s one thing anyone and everyone would agree with about Shauna Shipman. One overall defining characteristic that was universally agreed upon. It would be her temper.

This is the last thing Lottie Matthews thought before Shauna’s fist made contact with the side of her face. 

But if there’s one thing almost nobody knows about Lottie Mathews unless you were on a soccer team with her for years. Or if you were ever in an unfortunate enough position to have fought her.

Is those things that would normally take other people out of commission like kicks, falls, twisted ankles, and in this case punches. 

All those are things Lottie can shake off with a little adrenaline. 

This is the last thing Shauna Shipman thought about before getting tackled to the ground by Lottie Mathews. 

The two of them roll around the parking lot for a while, Lottie pinning Shauna down for a moment before Shauna manages to get a fist full of Lotti’s hair and pull her off.

Meanwhile, you’re happily skipping back to the parking lot after your teacher didn’t show up. But the closer you get, the more screaming you hear. Finally, you turn the corner, and you see Shauna and Lottie rolling around the gravel.

“Guys what the fuck?!”

[yunhohours]

ATEEZ: Top 5 Kinks

request: idk if you’ve done a post like this,,,but ateez’s top 5 (or even top 3) kinks?? and i love your blog so muchh.

a/n: this request has been sitting in my inbox for two years (i'm so sorry). granted, i wasn't posting for one of those, but still. my b.

p.s. the kinks are not necessarily in order

hongjoong

restraints - he'll say he likes this because he gets to have you under his control, but he equally likes it if you ever turn the tables on him. frankly, he might even like it more when you restrain him.

temperature play - this one definitely goes both ways. his body is very sensitive, so doing something like taking an ice cube to it will have him shivering violently. he likes doing it to you too, though. he'll watch with fascination as hot wax drops onto your stomach, making the muscles tense in response.

lingerie - this one's a no-brainer. he very much appreciates good style and has an eye for aesthetics, so there's simply nothing better than seeing you in a pretty little piece. he will take you shopping and buy his favorites.

dry humping/clothed sex - i must reiterate how sensitive hongjoong is to stimulation. it doesn't take a whole lot to get him riled all the way up and once he's at that point, he does not want to stop and take the time to get undressed and all that. he also likes the idea of you being so desperate for each other (especially you for him) that you have to have him now.

cockwarming - to put it frankly, he just likes to torture himself sometimes lmao. like yeah, he really does love the intimacy of cockwarming, but he loves seeing how much he can take, too–not that he would tell you that.

seonghwa

perfume/cologne - truly, seonghwa loves all the atmospheric parts of sex–lingerie, lighting, occasionally some music. but when you wear a fragrance he likes, it goes right to his dick. he will not be shy about inhaling your scent, letting himself get drunk off it.

threesomes/sharing - to get this out of the way, you belong to seonghwa. he isn't into this because he likes you being with someone else. he does, however, love you with every single fiber of his being and wants nothing but the most mind-blowing pleasure for you. so he's happy to let someone else help him take care of you, as long as he's still your main focus.

sex toys - he likes toys for two reasons: 1) he likes going shopping for toys with you. it's like foreplay and he likes to have a pretty collection for you. 2) he likes to try them out on you to see what kind of reactions he can get.

voyeurism - this isn't something that happens often because he doesn't necessarily go out of his way to sate this kink, but if ever you two are in the position to watch someone else, you better believe you will be. touching each other the whole time, of course.

praise (giving) - this isn't a surprise considering seonghwa sings your praises all day long, anyway. but he puts a lot more effort into making you feel like the undeniable god/goddess you are when he's pleasuring you.

yunho

phone sex - you've heard yunho's sleepy voice in his voice messages and his lives. don't even play lad. he knows the affect it has on you and he very much uses it to his advantage. will call you when he knows his voice is dripping with extra rasp and play it off innocently only to be like aw~ do you like the sound of my voice~

somnophilia - likes it when he stirs barely awake in the middle of the night and fucks you until you both cum and drift off back to sleep. sleeps like a baby afterwards.

breeding - the fact that you'd let him breed you makes him fucking feral omg. uses this as an excuse to fuck every last brain cell out of you with no mercy (not that he needs an excuse for that).

orgasm denial (giving) - he will deny your orgasm over and over again with a smirk on his face and all the mock pouting he can muster. he always gives it to you in the end, though, and makes sure to love you so much extra afterwards.

finger sucking/fucking - much like his voice, yunho is also aware of the deadly weapons that are his hands. and just the same, he will abuse this power every chance he gets. always telling you to open your mouth for his fingers or ghosting them between your legs while he asks you if you want them inside you, already knowing the answer. he just wants to hear you say it.

yeosang

pet play - yeosang gets unreasonably hard at the sheer thought of collaring you. you can be his puppy or his kitten, he doesn't care. you just have to be a good pet, whatever you are, because his rules are strict.

dumbification - never one to half-ass something that matters to him, he is a master at pleasuring you. he knows all the right buttons to push and when he sees the physical evidence of his success in the form of babbling, drooling, or the inability to talk at all, he's the most satisfied.

spanking (giving) - tbh, this gives him a perfect way to peacock his strength. even if he doesn't slap your ass as hard as he possibly he can, he knows that you know how much damage he could inflict, should he so choose.

praise/degradation (giving) - he often switches back and forth in the same session. he'll be telling you how well you're doing for him one second and the next he's calling you a 'dumb little slut' for not being able to form sentences.

sexting - my guy's poker face when he's texting you around other people is unmatched for real. he will send you the most mouth-watering text with a straight face. he likes to test himself this way, seeing how much he can take before he's losing his mind to actually have you.

san

dirty talk - this man never closes his mouth when he's playing with you. he simply has to tell you every single nasty thought and idea he has. he loves it if you can talk dirty back to him, but even if you can't, he loves to see how flustered you get from everything he has to say.

face-fucking (giving) - the fact that you trust him this much <3 you giving him full ability to fuck your mouth and throat until they're sore is precious to him. he often happily loses himself in this, eyes closed and jaw slack. he won't go easy unless you need him to.

marking - san is possessive? who ever would've thought? he wants you to mark up his big, strong back with his nails and he wants to leave pretty hickies on you.

exhibitionism - he likes the full scale of exhibitionism. he's content to just have someone listening in the other room or accidentally seeing when they come into the room unknowingly, but he's also not shy to just fully and intentionally fuck you in front of other people. he knows he'd want to watch you two, so really, it's a favor to the lucky audience.

body worship (giving) - san will worship your body in and out of the bedroom, but he will take his fucking time doing it when you're naked and craving him. will kiss every inch of your body, muttering the most love-laced words as he does so. he treats making you cum like a tenet of the religion that is your body.

mingi

roleplay - omg, he has so much fun getting to play different characters and scenarios with you. he likes that he gets to experiment with different personas for himself and seeing different versions of you makes him want to bed each one.

quickies - when mingi gets the urge to have sex, he wants to have sex now. like it's physically painful for him to have to wait or ignore it. he likes having the kind of relationship where he can alert you to his needs and fuck one out really quick. he does some of his best work in these instances, tbh.

strip tease (receiving) - the way you slowly stripping just for him makes him feel so special and wanted. he'll have the biggest smile on his face and the stiffest erection in his pants.

choking (giving) - i don't think he'd even know he has this kink until you mention it to him. he doesn't want to hurt you, but he only has to try it once and see that you're perfectly alive and well to want to do it again and again. once he gets comfortable with it, he will choke tfff out of you too, if you want him to.

overstimulation (receiving) - he lowkey but highkey loves when you take the control from him and make him a moaning, pathetic mess. it's incredibly easy to overstimulate him and every time you do it, he feels like he floats out of his body by the end.

wooyoung

spit kink - he just gets so fucking cocky about the fact that you'd let him do something so "nasty" as spitting in your mouth. it's an easy way for him to constantly prove your devotion to him to himself. every time you willingly open your mouth to accept his spit, he knows you're not going anywhere. doesn't love the idea of you spitting into his mouth in theory, but will occasionally succumb to it when he's really desperate.

mutual masturbation - he looooves a lazy, playful session where you're seated on opposite ends of the couch, watching each other get off. neither of you has to do too much work and he can make all the teasing remarks he wants because his mouth isn't otherwise occupied.

filming - he films more for the art of it than for any sexual reason. however, once again, he likes that you let him film you. he loves how you let him position you this way and that and follow whatever he says so he can get the best shots.

intoxicated sex - whether it's alcohol or something else, wooyoung loves to have sex when you're both fucked up. it's always messy, unorganized, and spontaneous. just how he likes it.

degradation - this isn't the first time we've talked about wooyoung's degradation kink on this blog, but i'd be remiss to not include it. he likes talking shit to you and he likes it when you talk shit back. it will arouse him quickly every time, and it won't stop until you're both too busy catching your breath to speak.

jongho

thigh riding - discovers this kink when you're extremely needy one day and take to attending to that need yourself–on his thigh, of course. he enjoys watching you satisfy yourself so much that he will sometimes tell you to just use his thigh when you come to him all needy. watches with hearts in his eyes.

guided masturbation - this usually happens on a video call. he will be completely clothed, just sitting in his desk chair, while he tells you how to take off your clothes for him and how to touch yourself for him. he's so casual about it that it makes you want to get a reaction out of him, but he'll maintain his composure. at least until he gets his hands on you next.

make up sex - unlike you might think, jongho doesn't like make up sex because it's desperate and intense and the like. he actually really likes it because he uses it as a time to show you how much he loves you. it's very soft, slow, and focused on you. the intimacy is unmatched.

teasing - jongho loves to go through a very normal day with you, casually dropping suggestive words or lingering touches in a place that's just barely appropriate. does it all so coolly that no one else is the wiser, but you're dying.

watching porn together - he'll use this time to discover new things you're into, but his favorite part is when you can't handle it anymore and have to have him. you're so cute when you're crawling on top of him and begging him to touch you.

[radioisntdead]

How about reader who's a powerful sinner and joined the Hotel as Charlie's muscle (Vaggie had to convince her to get an enforcer) and basically escorts Angel to and from Valentino's and to make sure he gets out on time and unharmed. When Angel leaves one day late and with a black eye, reader goes in and either puts the fear of Satan in Valentino, or just straight up beats the piss out of him before bringing Angel back to the Hotel.

(This may or may not be a frequent power fantasy of mine.)

Good evenin' my dear! I did this in a headcanon way because I couldn't write it into a full fledged oneshot, I hope you don't mind!

Hazbin hotel x Security guard! reader headcanons

Going to hell had it's pros and cons, mostly cons but one big pro was you becoming positively RIPPED.

Like superman, batman levels ripped and you didn't have to do the work to obtain them! You did on the other hand have to do the work to maintain them.

Despite your rather buff physical appearance, you were rather wholesome and craved redemption and that's what brought you to Charlie's redemption hotel, or rather the Hazbin hotel!

It was a rather lucky coincidence that the day you came to the hotel, Vaggie was trying to convince Charlie to take more security measures after extermination day more sinners were coming to the hotel and at the same time more sinners were targeting the hotel for some reason.

It was odd being both a guest and technically a staff member but you handled it well! You got to wear a shirt that Charlie made that read 'Security', you got a nice room to sleep in at night, you made friends, etc etc

You didn't have to do much since Alastor and the literal king of hell hung around the hotel but you did check the food that was delivered there, wander the grounds at night, and escort the hotel guests as they do whatever they did when they weren't at the hotel, like Angel dust.

You'd walk him to the studio, hang around outside wearing noise cancelling headphones and playing on your phone until he was done and escort him back to the hotel.

He wasn't thrilled at the fact he was basically being babysat during the walk to and from the hotel but the two of you eventually grew close, enough to call each friends.

Sometimes after his job the two of you would go grab something to munch on, like ice cream or a actual meal and shit talk his boss, or chat about stuff, before returning to the hotel.

You surprisingly didn't have any incidents during the time you had escorted Angel, that was until something happened, you didn't know what since Angel dust wouldn't tell you but you did know that your friend had bruises and a black eye given by none other then that purple headed grape lookin' ass moth man gave it to him.

You knew exactly what you had to do, so you did your job, you bought Angel dust an ice pack, and then walked him back to the hotel.

Then you grabbed yourself one of your hoodies, covered yourself and walked yourself back to the scene of the crime, and waited until Valentino walked out of the Vee's tower.

And just tackled him, now he may have had the height advantage and more arms but you had the muscle strength to TEAR HIM APART.

Now I can't exactly describe it because I don't really want to write gore at the moment but I can give a censored version with gifs!

Violence was enacted!

After beating Valentino to a bloody mush, you waltzed back to the hotel and took a well deserved nap!

Good evenin' folks! I do hope you enjoyed these! Lowkey imagining the reader as one of those buff biker guys that have like a little baby kitten, I want a baked potato rn, anywho As always thank you for tunin' on in, I hope you all have a wonderful night!

Psst! You should join the discord

[gatitties]

Mute: O8. Friends?

O1. Flowers / O2. Friends! / O3. Study /O4. Ice-cream / O5. Sick / O6. Locked up /O7. Fight / O8. Friends? / O9. Grateful / 1O. Wishes

@chiyoso

The only thing you could feel was guilt, it seemed that the world was against you because you had not been able to see Tendou for several days in a row, something always happened that you had to attend to immediately, not to mention that you had to clean up all the mess in the club by occupying the most of your time on it.

You walked to the nearest flower shop, a small nostalgic smile spread across your face, remembering how you met the boy. Now you had a little free time and you thought that buying your friend a gift would not be bad. You learned more about the language of flowers to choose some suitable ones, with the help of the club girls you came to the conclusion that the best thing would be some scarlet geraniums that meant consolation, overcoming adversity. You also decided that some chocolate ice cream would perk him up a little more than just some flowers.

You sighed before knocking on his door. Semi opened, surprised by your presence, you smiled awkwardly to point out the flowers and tub writing a small message on your phone. He nodded to go to the room of another of the boys surely.

«Tendou?»

"Huh?"

He shook his head at the sight of you, he gave you a friendly wave, sticking out his tongue at you as he closed his eyes.

"Are they for me? How cute, oh! I'll save this for later."

He grabbed the flowers to find something to put them in after he had put the ice cream in his little fridge.

«I'm sorry I didn't visit you earlier, I've been busy»

You played with some of your locks looking at the ground somewhat embarrassed. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye as he poured water into a small glass, he sighed heavily, running his hand over the back of his neck.

"I appreciate your concern" his large palm rested on your hair "but someone like you shouldn't worry so much about someone like me."

Your eyebrows furrowed and you pouted a little at what he said and how he tangled your hair. You felt that he was putting himself down just because of how he had been treated.

«Why shouldn't I worry?»

His carefree and cheerful expression changed becoming a little more hesitant and darker, he paused for a few seconds as you heard your breaths, then he laughed softly. You felt a shiver run down your spine when you heard his laugh, it was so different from the others, it seemed less exaggerated and more sincere than usual.

“Well… I mean, I'm not that important."

He shrugged, avoiding the look of death you sent him, even you felt offended by his statement. Taking advantage of the fact that he had just turned around, you hit him on the back of the head causing him to let out a surprised groan.

"What was that for?" he rubbed the affected part with an amused grimace "I didn't know you hit so hard."

«What's this about you not mattering that much?»

He avoided your eyes again full of genuine annoyance for a few seconds to return to narrow his eyes in yours.

"Well, that, don't take so much importance to me, I don't deserve it."

You hit him again while mentally cursing some bad word, causing some amusement in your companion who watched as you hit his shoulder while you insulted nothing, he giggled noticing that your blows only tickled him.

«Stop laughing, I care about you because we are friends, I don't care what others say about you without knowing you, and if they have a problem with that I will crush them»

You swore you saw how his breath caught when you said that, his friendly face had changed in just a second to a more gloomy and sarcastic one. He let out another longer breath, his eyes traveling around the room as if searching for something to distract himself with or disappear with, of course he couldn't be like this for long and he faced you as seriously as she could.

"We shouldn't be friends."

«What?»

"I don't want to be your friend! I-I don't want you around!"

He clenched his fists as his frown trembled, his eyes avoiding yours the entire time but before you could do anything you were out of his room and he had locked it. You stood at the door for a few moments trying to get him to come out to tell you it was a joke, but nothing happened, you looked at the door with a bad face to leave there stomping.

"I am sorry..."

[annabananaxxx]

That page is getting me so mad. “Azzi is wanting to be more straight presenting” she is holding Paige back from coming out. What?! Did they not just see the photo with the bi colored rainbow on her cheek! And then now they are coming up with assumptions about her family. Very bad assumptions that can put a bad look onto her family. Saying she is taking advantage of paiges fame. She doesn’t even post ?! What is going on man. Paige has expressed how the fudd’s are her second family. If she was uncomfortable in any way she wouldn’t be around. I’m so lost for words this is getting concerning. Saying they won’t last because Paige cares for her fans and azzi looks annoyed all the time. Using the a boogie concert vid as an example. They were pushinggg azzzi doing the most getting to Paige. I’d do the same thing too! I just can’t anymore. The fact that these people are entertaining it. This goes beyond pazzi now. That is clearly a azzi hate page. Trying to say it’s sketchy how azzis account got “hacked” and not Paige’s trying to insinuate that was azzis doing what is going on ?! I need a break. These are a bunch of kids and it’s really evident. Saying how Paige looks miserable with azzi and happy with ice and kk. Okay I get what’s happening now….

I understand your frustration but this page is clearly yapping and does not know what they’re talking about. Honestly I don’t even waste my time to read any of their posts. I just block them and go on about my day. Anyone who is believing or entertaining these kinds of accounts are also part of the problem. Just a reminder that we don’t know these people fr, I don’t know them, you don’t know them and that account certainly do not know shit. Paige is a grown woman, she’s not a baby, she doesn’t need an advocate. If she was in danger, like the account is claiming… she would leave.

[hypnofur1]

Friendsgiving

Friendsgiving

by Hypnofur

I’ve been with Julia for six years, so I knew that look well. It was the look that told me I was in big trouble. Maybe it was the “I’m not mad, I’m disappointed in you” look. Whatever it was, I knew it was not good for me.

“Jules, it was weird, I know, but let’s not let it ruin the Holiday”, I pleaded. The holiday in question was Thanksgiving, or “Friendsgiving” as it was this year. Julia’s parents were taking advantage of the recently loosened travel restrictions and had gone overseas. They told Julia she was welcome to host her Manhattan friends for Thanksgiving at their opulent Connecticut estate. Julia was very into the idea. We had done Friendsgivings for the last few years, with this exception of Covid of course.

All of our (her) cool, swanky friends were invited. She told me I could invite whomever I wanted, but we both knew that wasn’t really the case. However, she was quite surprised when I told her that I was bringing Douglas, one of the guys from my firm. Frankly, I was surprised I was inviting Douglas too. He was a few years older than us, and frankly a little off-putting. I had been working long hours with him on a case over the last few weeks. I don’t even know how I got the idea, it just sort of happened.

“It wasn’t just weird Bryce, it was wrong!” Julia said in an ice cold, stern tone. Those were the worst ones. All the guests had now left, headed back to the city, so the pleasant façade was gone.

“Jules, we got hypnotized. It was a party trick. We are fine now. It was no big deal.” I told her, hoping she’d buy it.

“We are not fine now. I was embarrassed in front of my friends” she said. This time with a bit more passion. I could tell she was upset.

“Jules, most, if not all, of them went under too. Douglas is very talented.” I reassured.

“That’s not all Bryce!” She said in a loud whisper. If you’ve ever heard a loud whisper, you know what I mean. “I’m still thinking things…”

“What does that mean, what are you thinking?” I asked, a bit confused at this point.

“Like, gross things. Well, things that should be gross. Damn it Bryce!” she said in frustration.

“Jules, what are you talking about?” I asked.

“I keep thinking about him… like finishing… on my face” she said in a quiet whisper.

“Jules, he didn’t do that. There is nothing on your face!” I tried to explain.

“I know. That’s the problem. Argh. I don’t want to talk about it!” she said with a pout and an arm cross.

My head was spinning as I was trying to catch up. Then it dawned on me. Was Julia saying she wanted Douglas to come on her face? That was outrageous. This was my soon to be fiancée. The thought of some other guy cumming on her face, her gorgeous face. And the fact that it would be Douglas, the weird guy from my work doing it. The weird, powerful hypnotist guy. Maybe the only one who could control my rich, sophisticated, over educated, snobby girlfriend with his irresistible hypnotic control. The thought of how her face would look with his cum all over it made my dick stir. Well, more than stir.

Unfortunately, I was wearing the stupid thin fabric designer pants that she had gotten me. Goddamnit, why couldn’t I just wear regular guy clothes!! She could see my… reaction.

“Bryce!” she yelled. “Are you getting excited?” she whispered.

“Jules, no. …I mean. No”

“I can see your thing tenting” she said.

I thought I was going to die of either embarrassment or shame. “Jules, I –“

“It’s not just you.” She said quietly.

I didn’t get it. “What do you mean?”

She rolled her eyes, annoyed with my lack of understanding. “I’m… reacting to it as well”

“Like, you are getting wet?” I clarified untactfully.

“Bryce!” she snapped back. That wasn’t a denial.

We were in silence for a moment. Both at a loss for what to say. Both trying to deny the thoughts that were running through our head.

“Do you think he hypnotized you to bring him here? To get to me?” Julia asked.

While I wasn’t surprised that she thought this was all about her, I started to wonder if she was on to something. “Maybe?”

“Wow, so he’s just been hypnotizing you at work?” she asked. “Like you get to just drift off into his velvety voice all day everyday. Into a beautiful hypnotic trance, just so he could get to me. It was all for me…” she said as her voice drifted off. Was she mad? Or honored? What the fuck was going on?

“Jules. Whatever it was, it’s now over. He’s gone. I’ll talk to my boss on Monday and try to get on another case.” I told her.

“Yeah. Yes. Ok. Right.” Julia agreed, distracted. There was another pause of silence between us. Then she added, “I mean, he clearly hypnotized me to want to have him cum on my face, right? That’s the only reason I want it so bad. That, and that I know it would please him.”

More silence.

“I mean, I would look ridiculous with cum on my face, right? It would be so awful for you to see that, right? I mean, I would never, ever let you…” she said, before trailing off.

I swallowed hard as I felt the fabric of my pants tent more. She looked down at my crotch. My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was an incoming text. I took it out to look at it, and the first thing I noticed was the time. It was about 10pm. Where had the afternoon gone? Oh shit, how long were we all under hypnosis? I think we were finishing dinner around 3, now it was 10? It felt like no time at all. I got a pit in my stomach as my phone recognized my face in order to let me see the text. It was from Douglas.

‘I’m at the front door, let me in’ it read. My feet starting reacting before my head even knew what they were doing. I headed out of the study and to the front door. I opened it and Douglas came in.

Julia had followed me. “Bryce, what are you…” she asked from the foyer, but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him.

“You shouldn’t be here” she said quietly.

Douglas laughed and handed me his coat. “Hang this up” he told me, and again my body automatically complied with his directive. It was a simple one, but it showed that he was planning to stay for a while. I knew this wasn’t good for us.

“Are you sure you don’t want me here?” Douglas asked Julia, looking her deep in the eyes.

“I-I… you did something” she said.

“Indeed I did. I hypnotized you. Very deeply in fact. And, I think you loved being deeply hypnotized by me, didn’t you?” he asked with a devious smile.

Julia just looked at him wide eyed and swallowed hard. Her silence served as acknowledgement.

“I bet you’d like to be hypnotized again. Though, I bet there is something you want even more.” He said.

This was going too far. I had to step in. “Look, Douglas, I think that you should – “ I started.

“Go sit in the chair in the corner. Be quiet. Don’t move until I tell you to” he said to me, and again my body was quick to follow the direction. Julia watched me with terror.

Douglas noticed the look in her eyes, I could see that he enjoyed that. “Oh yes Julia, he does as I command. He is my servant. I have used my wonderful, magical, hypnotic voice to enchant and enslave him. How do you feel about that Julia?” he said, laying his hypnotist voice on thick.

Her eyes were still wide. She said nothing.

“I know you are attracted to my voice Julia. You absolutely love the sound of my voice. It’s as if you’ve found something you’ve always been missing. I know you are intensely attracted to it Julia. You are attracted to its power. You’ve always been attracted to power, haven’t you Julia?” he said, slowly moving closer to her.

My eyes shifted to her. She was still just staring at him, but then I saw it… a small nod. A small affirmation that what he was saying rang true. My heart sank.

“Yes Julia, you are attracted to power, and right now, you can tell that my hypnotic power is almost limitless, thus, you are finding yourself absolutely, totally, and hoplessly attracted to me. I am irresistible.” Douglas said confidently. My fiancee’s eyes never left his.

“You are under my power Julia. You are under my hypnotic power. I am irresistible, and you can not resist me. You know that, don’t you?” he said, his arousal now undeniable. As he reached out and held her shoulders.

“yes” she whispered in a small voice

He smiled at her words and she seemed stunned when he suddenly took his hands off her and stepped away and started undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper and her eyes lingered on the obvious bulge in his boxers as she heard him say, "Get down on your knees!"  

Julia was a Yale educated, wealthy, very conservative, very WASPy princess. This had to be the line. This had to be what would awaken her from her hypnotic trance. She had never, ever been on her knees for me, nor would I have ever even thought to ask. Yet, to my shock, without hesitation she dropped down in front of him, watching intently as he freed his rock hard cock and began to stroke it close to her face.

I couldn’t believe the hypnotic power Douglas had. I knew full well her face had never, ever been that close to a penis before.

“You’ve never been this attracted to a man before, Julia. I am sexual perfection. A sexual god. You want to worship me, serve me. Anything to please me. It is a new level of sexual desire that you have never experienced. You want my cum more than you’ve ever wanted anything. You need it. You lust for it.”

She licked her lips and the sight of his cock. Of their own volition her hands strayed to her soaking pussy. She was starting to pant as she stared at his thick shaft sliding between his fingers and seeing her lust filled look, he wound a hand slowly into her hair and pulled her head closer to touch his swollen tip to her eager lips. She sighed and stretched out her tongue to swirl it softly over his big cockhead, looking up at him as she started lick. He moaned softly as his hand tightened in her hair and she knew what he wanted now. She pulled her head back a little, licking her lips once again before opening wide as he smiled and shoved his cock into her hot, wet, hungry mouth, grunting in pleasure when she closed her lips round him and began to suck happily. I had no idea if she had any clue was she was even doing, but it seemed to feel good for him. She was moaning in pleasure as his cock, now slippery and glistening from her saliva slipped back and forth between her lips, rubbing her once sharp tongue against the sensitive underside of his shaft. She bobbed her head taking him as far as she could into her throat on the down stroke and swirling her tongue around his tip on the up. Her fingers were still pistoning into her aroused pussy and the taste of was making her wetter still. His head was thrown back, his fingers digging into her scalp as he held her head and felt her move on him. The wet heat of her mouth, her caressing tongue and her sounds of pleasure were more than enough to bring him to climax and realizing she was almost there too he pulled  her head back so that his cock slipped from between her lips. He smiled at her moan of disappointment and quickly wrapping his fingers around his pulsing shaft he started to jerk off over her.

He could see her hand working in her pussy, her head was tilted up to him, her eyes wide and little whimpers of need escaped from her open, panting mouth. He saw her start to shake as her orgasm rolled through her and his balls tightened and within seconds he was spraying her pretty lust filled face with a load of steaming viscous cum. It spurted over her cheeks and chin and into her waiting mouth. As soon as she felt him splash onto her skin she stuck her tongue out wanting to taste him, wanting to swallow as much of his hot creamy cum as she could get into her before he was spent. 

Then there she was, my fiancée the rich ice queen, basking in delight as his cum was all over his face. The joy of this seemed to bring her to orgasm right there and then. That was only the beginning. She served him sexually and in every other way for the entire weekend, as he deeply, deeply, hypnotically programmed her. We broke up around Christmas. He met her family around Valentine’s Day. They weren’t supportive at first, as they both liked me and disliked him, but eventually he must have gotten to each one of them. They are now married and living in that Connecticut estate. Her parents, her sibling, and myself are all deep under Douglas’ control, and go often for “programming parties”

[yarns-and-d20s]

Autism & Gullibility

I need to talk about this:

Not for the obvious reasons (does my uterus do this? if it doesn't, is it because I have PCOS or because I'm non-binary?) (but also because she used "ie" when she should have used "eg"). No, I want to talk about this because I don't believe it. And I'm autistic. And because I feel a strong need to unpack why my disbelief and my autism are giving me thoughts about this at 11 am on a Thursday.

For a while now, I've been keenly aware of people not-so-quietly working to infantilise autistic people. In politics, it's largely related to trans people and transition; the vocal 'phobes with large platforms of various stripes talk about the number of trans people who are autistic, and talk about how we can't be allowed to transition because we're gullible and believe everything and thus fall for the "trans agenda" because we're helpless little children all our lives.

Online, I saw things like people arguing that it was wrong to ship Critical Role's Jester with anyone because she's "autistic-coded" and therefore too childlike and thus it would make her (fictional) romantic partner and the people who ship them together PDF files. This has also happened with other characters that fans have declared to be "autistic-coded". I've also seen discussion about whether or not dating an autistic person IRL makes one a PDF file because we're so childlike and innocent and it's easy to take advantage of us.

And. No? No. Fuck off. Fuck right off with that and when you've reached your fucking off destination please continue fucking off into the sun. I'm 41 years old. If another adult human lost their goddamn mind and wanted to kiss me, it doesn't make them a child predator. It makes them an adult attracted (improbably, with me as the subject) to another adult.

The infantilisation of autistic adults sometimes puts a focus on our interests (which are deemed childish, which is another rant I may have at another time) but usually I see people bringing up that we're naïve, that we're gullible, that we're easily lied to, that we believe everything.

I'm not self-ID'd. I've got an official diagnosis. And I do not, for one instant, believe what Naomi Wolf has said in that screenshot. It sounds not only improbable to me, but literally impossible. She's lying. She's making stuff up. She's spreading literal disinformation. And I know that, all the way to my bones.

However, several weeks ago, I had an instance where my mum lied to me and I believed her (we live together because of our health problems; neither of us is capable of full independence). She put two full boxes of ice cream bars on a far counter in the kitchen then got distracted doing something else. So I grabbed the boxes to put them in the freezer. She told me to stop. I wanted to help; I asked her what she was doing with them. She told me she was going to put them in the garbage. I didn't understand why--they seemed fine--but she sounded immensely sincere so I carried the boxes to the sink so the bars could melt. (She then yelled at me to stop. She was going to take them out of the boxes and put them in a freezer bag so they'd take up less space.)

There's a reason why I believed her. People throw out food. People throw out perfectly good food. Plus there was her tone--she was very matter-of-fact about it. This can happen to me a lot IRL--if someone says something that seems plausible in a flat enough tone, well, I don't have any reason to disbelieve them. Why would someone who cares about me lie to me?

(There's also things like "Did you know gullible isn't in the dictionary?" "...Really?" "[insert howls of laughter at the gullible dipshit]" - for me, at least, that "really?" indicates that I'm not actually believing you, I require more information, and if I ever hear anybody say "... Really?" to something I've said, I interpret it as a cue to expand further.)

I generally find I don't believe something that sounds implausible to me, no matter the tone. We had a neighbour for years who had this very loud car that he would allow to sit beside our house and idle for at least 10 minutes every time he was going to drive it. Eventually my mum was so annoyed she confronted him about it, and he told her that it was "because the car is old" and the "engine needed to warm up", no matter the weather. The car couldn't have pre-dated the 1990s. I didn't believe him. By the same token, if someone waltzed up to me on a clear, sunny day and announced that the sky is pink, I sure as hell wouldn't believe that, either.

We can't read tone on the internet, that's true, unless we're watching a video. But I can't be convinced of just anything. I couldn't be convinced that Ancient Rome wasn't a thing, I couldn't be convinced that Helen Keller was a fraud. And Wolf ain't convincing me that the uteri of vaccinated people give unvaccinated cis women menstrual cramps. It brings up too many questions. Did these 60 women turn to the women around them and ask if they'd been vaccinated? Did they ask the hotel staff the vaccination status of whomever stayed in the hotel room before them? Why don't vaccinated men give them cramps? Or do they and she just left that out?

Being autistic doesn't make me a naïve fool, floating through the world believing every little thing that's whispered in my ear. It means I struggle to read tone. It means that I want to trust people--I especially want to trust people I'm supposed to be able to trust, so when they deadpan at me or speak matter-of-factly that they're going to throw away food, I believe that, and will act accordingly.

It's really, really hard to convince me of something that sounds out of the ordinary or wildly weird. I don't believe conspiracy theories. I don't believe everything I'm told or everything I read, and it's way easier for me to disbelieve stuff I see online. I do, in fact, fully and thoroughly grasp the difference between fiction and reality (and boy howdy is that ever another rant for another day).

So now, I get to the actual point of this: there are always, always, two conversations happening when it comes to autism and autistic people. There's the conversation that autistic people have about ourselves. Then there's the conversation that allistic people have about us. They don't include us. Ever. They want to talk about us, make decisions for us, make up rules about us. But they never, ever want to talk to us--or, more importantly, with us; or, even more importantly, listen to us when we tell them about our lives and epxeriences.

Whether it's real life or fucking shipping fictional characters, the allistics make declarations about us and what we're like and what we need.

And they never, ever actually ask us what our lives are like, how we experience the world, how they can work with us, what we want, what we need. It'd be too difficult.

If you've met one autistic person, you've met one autistic person. Ask us about our supposed "gullibility" and let us explain what's actually going on. Let us speak and be okay with it when we contradict you when you pass edicts--of consequence or not--about us. We're people with autonomy. Many of us are adults. Probably most of us are adults, given the sheer number of adult years humans live compared to child years.

No, we don't see the world the same way you do. Yes, the world is often very difficult for us to navigate.

But guess whose fault that is.

[tracker-ziegler]

The Spice Cabinet: Some Details

Alright let's start this blog off with some basic information about what this is and why is came to be, and then maybe some random tidbits if I feel like it.

Why were the spices made? Well originally I started making the spices because I was involved with a Murder Drones DnD thing, it never got off the ground really but I was prepared for a brutal campaign so I made a few drones in case of fatalities, originally just Sage, Mint, and Garlic. Even when it was clear it wasn't going to happen I kept making more drones, I had ideas and wanted to expand them, and that evolved to what we have now.

Why Spices? Well when coming up with names I originally settled on Sage, but meant it more in the wise old figure sense, however I realized as a spice it fit well, so that was the angle I went with. When designing Mint I figured "I don't want to be a boring Serial Designation M she needs a name" and I thought about the flavor of mint and how it fit the character, and it evolved from there.

Why so many drones this can't be easy to write/design? I am a creative person, I make characters for no other reason than to be background bodies in stories, and for once the characters I made are actually interesting and unique so I kept going, new ideas led to new spices.

How do you handle the spices in relation to Canon and things like the Solver? Simple, the Spices fall into an AU where I choose to ignore the solvers existence because it hurts my brain to try and write around it, so the company is still around, it is better explored in the Spice Cabinet chapter on Mint, which lays down a bit of groundwork on how I work with the concepts of different generations of disassembly drones and different human colonies.

Why did you make a Tumblr for this? Twitter is a cesspit and I wanted somewhere to show off these goobs, I put a lot of time, thought, and money into these spices so I want to show them off, beyond what servers I am in.

Do you roleplay with your spices? Abso-freaking-lutely, I didn't design all these drones just to toss them into a story or two and get art of them for the hell of it, people like these idiots and I love them (some more than others) and they all have unique personalities so I cover a broad spectrum with these guys.

Why does some of your art/stories have more explicit/naughty implications and designs? Because I am not a prude and honestly people are gonna be weird about the drones so I might as well get ahead of the curve and be weird with them. I encourage people to get creative with these idiots, I know I am not going to stick my nose up at the more mature topics and art, you see what people do with Canon characters, my spices get off easy in that department.

That covers the basics on the how and why, now for some fun tidbits:

Sage is Forklift certified at birth is a running joke due to his height, also when I made him he wasn't gendered so I just said "Sage is Sage" and that also became a joke.

Mint's nanite repair system produces to many extra nanites they overflow into her mouth giving her nanite saliva capable of repairing damage, many people have tried to take advantage of this fact through very stupid means.

Garlic got the cracks on his screen from his own IED, he covered it in pickaxes and accidentally set it off himself, he refuses to get the damage repaired because it is "a glorious battle scar"

Nutmeg worked in Cabin Fever Labs as an assistant on a project separate from the Absolute Solver, their ID card has a picture of them smiling and holding a hermit crab in their hands.

Cinnamon will hum the Jaws theme while hunting, he also believes in only hitting his quotas to then slack off, he will get exactly as many kills as he is required, and not a single more. He also likes to ice fish for workers, he uses a wrench as bait, and yes it works more than you'd think.

Rosemary learned all she knows about Tusken Raiders pre-core collapse, and she was trying to adapt to that way of life even before it happened, she got lucky with the world ending given how close she was to being decommissioned for biting a technician.

Onion is very hands on, and when he first meets a new drone (not for food purposes) he will try to feel every possible texture on them, this leads to him rubbing others jackets, arms, hair, and faces a lot. He is probably one of the most friendly of the disassembly drones under the Spice Cabinet.

Paprika is based on a Boa Constrictor because she still wraps things in her tail, and she will wrap it around warm objects, or drones, to heat up her internal systems, she can effectively stop an overheating Disassembly Drone or solver user from suffering by leeching their heat away, it is a temporary solution that lets her have a very squirmy living space heater. She also goes into a food coma if she eats too much.

[fanfictionatic]

Day

Part 13 of NanoWrimo Hell

Pairing: ???!Bruno x reader

Description: You’re falling.

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, kidnapping, abuse, lots of eyes, angst, suicidal thoughts, fluff, unedited work

You anxiously look out the back windows of the car you had gotten a ride in, trying to figure out when the best time to jump out would be. You were being driven over a mountain pass, so you wanted to be careful about this and land somewhere that wasn’t risky.

This had started with your family inviting you to a picnic on a mountain. Deep down, you knew that you shouldn’t go. That you shouldn’t try to reconnect with them after the years of comments about how you couldn’t do anything right, how you were selfish, fat, how you were an ungrateful person to be working instead of helping out the family.

But they had picked the one thing you couldn’t resist. You see, you had memories of this place. Of this mountain. It was a tradition for your family to go to this spot every year and it was the one time when everyone could just be….happy. No screaming. No breaking people’s things. No fighting. It was just you, your family, some strawberry jam on toast and a beautiful view of the autumn leaves. Sometimes your great grandmother would even bring her famous cake. She said it was a symbol of how good her descendant’s lives were and how much things had improved since she was younger.

It was one of the few times when you felt like you were a real family like you kept seeing in movies, on tv, pretty much everywhere you went. You couldn’t possibly turn that down when you felt so alone all the time.

You hadn’t exactly made new friends when you had moved away and cut off contact, despite the fact that you had wanted more than anything to find people to be close to. Just a few people that wanted to take advantage of your vulnerability. There were more people like that in the world than there were stars in the sky from what you could see.

If you said no to this picnic, you would be giving up the happiest memories you had and replacing them with the acknowledgment that you would never feel that way again. That you would always be alone.

And your soul would die if that happened. You were sure what you would do at that point.

But that was the problem. You assumed they felt the same way about this sacred family tradition that you did. To you it had been the last time you had been happy and the last thread holding you together.

But to them? It had always just been a picnic.

It had gone normally at first. There was the usual fun and toast and jam. Your great grandmother wasn’t around anymore, but he tradition had carried on and she had passed down her recipes to others.

And you were happy. You really were.

Then there was the ride back. It had also seemed somewhat normal at first. You put in your headphones and started to zone out as you stares at your phone.

But then you noticed something. Something that wasn’t right. Why were you taking this road back to a main highway? This wasn’t the way back from the park. It was in the other direction completely.

“Why are we going this way? Are you guys lost?”

Your mother laughed “Of course we’re not lost! We’re taking you home!”

“But….I don’t live close to here anymore.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean your home. I meant ours.”

What had once been warm and happy feelings that you had been worried would be replaced with emptiness were now replaced with a jagged, ice cold fear.

You know better than to alert them about any distress. If they suspect you have a problem with it then they’ll lock the doors and your last hope of escape will die. You just respond with a “Oh.”

Luckily though, they don’t seem to notice any signs of your distress. Instead they just go back yo what they were doing. For once in your life, you are extremely thankful that they never listen to you and had always chosen to interpret what you said how they wanted to hear it.

You see your chance. A patch of road that isn’t too close to the edge or any weird surfaces. It’s now or never. You open the door and roll out onto the pavement.

It’s not even close to a smooth landing. You can feel scrapes and cuts as you get up as quickly as you can. But you’re mostly unharmed so you would consider it a success.

You’re not out of the woods yet though. You take off running, not bothering to look back. You can hear their car screech to a halt and you can hear screaming, but you can’t pay attention to any of it closely right now.

You aren’t fast enough. A hand grabs your arm and you pull it hard, trying to get yourself free. While this causes your aunt to lose her grip, it also makes you lose your balance. You can feel the ground disappear under you as you fall off of the cliff.

You take in the view one last time as you fall. Maybe this was the best way this could have ended really. What were you going to go back to? You had no one. Nothing but a dead end job that you used to keep yourself alive. If your family was willing to go to these lengths to manipulate you and even try to kidnap you, you weren’t expecting them to just let this go without hunting you down.

But like this? You were finally free. You wouldn’t have to wake up after nightmares. You wouldn’t have to be thrown into a panic when you saw something that reminded you of them anymore. You wouldn’t have to feel the pain of being utterly and completely alone.

It was so pretty out here. It was so nice. You really did love this place.

You smile and wait for the impact, closing your eyes. But it never comes. Instead, you land in a trees branches that manage to break your fall. Maybe you hadn’t been falling for as long as you thought after all. Time was a mess and you felt like reality was breaking around you anyway. You swore there hadn’t been a tree there when you had looked.

Your question is met with even more confusion when you hear a voice calling out from down below.

“Are you alright?”

Under the tree is a man with black hair and blue eyes. He looks concerned, but there’s something strange about his gaze. He’s staring right at you but…can he even see you?

You don’t really know how to answer him. Are you really alright?

He seems to notice this hesitation and starts climbing up to help you. His movements aren’t natural though. They almost feel like how you would imagine a mannequin would move if it suddenly came to life.

You try to move your limbs, but you realize they’re broken. It was just the cost for the tree breaking your fall you supposed. Although, you hadn’t asked for it to in any way.

“What’s wrong?”

You again don’t respond. There are too many things wrong for you to even comprehend.

“Your limbs are probably broken. Let me help you down.”

You let him pick up your limp body, not really reacting much. It wasn’t like you could stop him or ask you to somehow find another cliff to throw you off of.

His body also feels stiff in a way that reminds you of one of those taxidermy animals. It isn’t cold, but it isn’t warm like living thing should be.

It was fitting you guessed. You didn’t want to be alive right now and you were being saved by someone who you weren’t sure was alive himself.

“My name is Bruno. Do you know where you fell from?”

You shake your head. You don’t really want to answer him. You don’t want him to bring you back. Your family saw you fall and they probably think that you’re dead. You want it to stay that way.

That’s right. The picnic. You feel your gut clench and you want to cry. You want to cry so badly. But you don’t want to do it in front of this stranger even if he had saved you.

But…..did you really care if he saw you? He wasn’t anybody. You didn’t know him. You also didn’t care anymore.

You let the tears finally spill out, shaking. There are no sobs. No noises. There is only silence with the faint backdrop of the woods playing over it.

You would expect him to laugh at you. To call you pathetic. It was what you were used to from both strangers and your family.

But he didn’t. He pulled you closer into a tight hug.

You just sat there in more of the near silence before he finally spoke again. “You don’t have to talk. It’s alright. Why don’t I take you to where I’m staying?”

You nod, wishing desperately that you could hug him back.

He keeps holding you close as he carries you, rubbing your back every now and then with his stiff hands when your crying got particularly loud. Even if it was awkward, it was still comforting.

Eventually you see a house next to a like in the distance. It looks old and worn down, like no one had bothered to fix it up in a while. There are even vines creeping up the side of it, trying to claim the house for their own.

Bruno carries in, setting you down on a bed. The inside looks like it’s falling apart too, but at least you can tell Bruno has made an attempt to keep it clean.

“I’m Y/n…..”

You feel like you at least owe him your name. Not because he saved you, but because of how he had treated you afterwards. Even if this was some manipulation tactic, you didn’t care. Even fake comfort was better than nothing right now.

He smiles when you tell him your name, pulling a soft but patchy blanket over you. You hoped he wouldn’t say anything about how it was beautiful or whatever. It was the name your family gave you. You hated it right now.

“It is a pleasure to meet you y/n.”

You fell asleep shortly after that. Your body had probably realized just how exhausted it was after everything that had happened to you. It was a good thing though. You didn’t have a single dream this time.

When you awoke, Bruno was over near the stove cooking something on it. You couldn’t make out what it was from where you were lying down, but you would be lying if you said that it didn’t smell good.

You groan, reaching for the cup of hot coffee next to you. Hopefully some caffeine would help dissolve the heavy grogginess that weighed you down every morning when you woke up.

“Bruno…?” Your voice is quiet, still half stuck in sleep.

He turns around, finally noticing you’re awake when you speak up.

“Good morning y/n. Did you sleep well?”

“I did!”

You sound more excited than you probably should about that. Are you even….smiling?

“I’m glad to hear that. I made some breakfast for you.”

He uses a spatula of some kind to move whatever he was cooking onto a plate and you finally get a good look at it. It’s some kind of fish?

Bruno brings the plate over to you with a fork and knife, cutting off a piece of it and bringing it up to your mouth. You had forgotten that you couldn’t lift your arms. You lean forward as much as you can and take a bite.

Your eyes go wide immediately. It was so good! There was so much flavor in just that one piece! But, how the hell did he manage to get seasoning all the way out here? The nearest store was almost impossible to get to on foot!

You chew your food and swallow. “It’s so good! What kind of fish is it?!”

“Salmon. I caught it nearby.”

He brings another fork full of it to your mouth and you don’t need to hesitate to eat it this time.

“You can talk after you’re done eating. I can see you’re enjoying it.”

He hum around your mouth full, finishing it and letting the process repeat until the fish is completely gone and all that remains of it is bones and a few crumbs of meat.

“So where are we?”

“This cabin was abandoned years ago. I found it and am in the process of repairing it.”

“I can help you with that. You know. When I can move my arms again.”

“Until then rest. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

Something suddenly hits you and breaks you out of the moment. You feel the same dread from earlier starting to inch it’s claws back into you.

“No! Please don’t take me to a hospital!”

Noticing your distress Bruno puts a hand on your shoulder. “I meant that I would take care of you here.”

You slowly start to calm down at the false alarm. You felt stupid. The nearest hospital was just about as close as the nearest store was from here.

“I’m sorry…I just…there’s these people. I don’t want them to find me.”

He nods understandingly.

“I won’t tell anyone you are here. You can stay as long as you like.”

This couldn’t be real could it?! He wouldn’t just offer to let you stay in his house?!

“Really?!”

“Yes. But you are also free to leave at any time.”

You supposed it made sense when you really thought about it. If Bruno was up here all alone, constantly trying to fix this place up, he would feel pretty isolated and he would want some company. And you just happened to stumble into this place while you were fleeing and needed somewhere to hide.

“Thanks! I think I’ll stay for a while. At least….until I feel safe enough. I’m not sure how long that will be.”

“Whatever you decide to do is alright.”

Staying with Bruno seems like the most alright thing that’s happened to you in a very long time.

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That night, after Bruno had fed you dinner and put you to bed again, he stepped outside and sighed. He was supposed to protect you, but showing you who he really was would be far too much of a shock for you to handle right now.

He had known of course what had happened and when you would end up here. It was part of his job to be aware of such things. He had only been assigned to you recently but he had fallen for you as he had watched you from a place beyond everything you knew.

He had been upset when you had broken your limbs. While he knew of many things he could not predict them down to an exact science. If he had been there a moment sooner you wouldn’t have been injured!

It was a lot to manage but the fact that he didn’t need to sleep was a great help. He could prepare things the night before or use his abilities to have what he needed on hand away from your gaze.

Spreading out his white wings, Bruno’s entire body relaxes. The many eyes scattered across them blink open, trying to adjust to being open after hiding in Bruno’s jacket and being closed the whole time.

It was easy enough to look human, but it was much harder to play the part. He was never sure if his illusions were working like they should be, so he took to shambling around in a stiff coat just in case it were to fail. Being seen as strange was better than being seen as what he was.

He steps back into the house, wandering over to your sleeping form. His wings brush over your forehead, the eyes on them glowing a bright blue. Easing your sleep would help with your recovery.

“Sleep well y/n. Tomorrow will be a good day, I promise.”

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ICE CREAM SANDWICH STARTER SENTENCES (PART 1)

“I have hurt myself. Not on purpose, but because I’m being an idiot. Or because I’m near an idiot! That idiot is usually me.”

“I’ve stubbed toes, I got hit in the face with a shoe, fallen off of a skateboard, fallen down stairs…”

“I’ve fallen down the stairs more than I’d like to admit; one time with an entire plate of spaghetti. But that was more of an emotional pain than a physical one.”

“… When I hear fun coming from outside my window.”

“I don’t know how to explain it, it’s not important.”

“Clearly they were having a blast, and I wanted to have some blast.”

“I had an advantage. While most people are fast or strong, my body is wiggly.”

“You good?!”

“… And because I’m an idiot, and embarrassed, I was like… yeah!, and he was like ‘cool’, and then left.”

“… So to pass the time my good, loving friends made jokes at my expense.”

“What is wrong with me? This was a deep seated problem from childhood.”

“I am not a smart person, and I never have been and I never will be.”

“Get out of here! Get away from my house!”

“I know what I’m talking about when I call myself stupid, or dumb. This isn’t a self deprecating thing, or a self hate thing. It’s just like one of those facts of life.”

“Earth is round, sun is bright, and I got square brain.”

“How did I get through school? Barely.”

“Every time I’ve had a misunderstanding where there really shouldn’t be any misunderstanding, I’ve been writing down and putting it in this list. And now I have a list of all the times I was being dumb.”

“So now, my stupidity is quantifiable.”

“Pay per view is not… paper view.”

“Paper view implies there’s paper involved instead of a TV. Like you would just get some papers with pictures of the show you wanna watch? Turns out it’s something you pay every time you view it.”

“Calling someone a sweetpea is not calling them a pea of which is sweet.”

“When information enters my mind… it just… I don’t know what happens to it.”

“What would a sweet pea taste like? What is that flavor?”

“If I had a nickel every time I was dumb, I would not have to be smart to make a lot of money.”

“I thought for a very long time that peer pressure was ‘pure pressure’.

There’s water pressure, air pressure, and then there’s your friends.

“Mushrooms are called toadstools because it’s like a stool… for a toad.”

“Amazing! I’m accepting that as fact.”

“In conclusion, I’m not… got the smarts.”

“But I’m good at other things! Like this little dance.”

“Silver lining, I now know all these things! And my intelligence has been improving, if only a little, over time.”

“Look at me! Look at my eyes!”

“Do I look like somebody who likes to work, or do I look like somebody who likes to eat pizza like a cookie?”

“Did anybody else think that’s crazy?! Or am I crazy? I AM crazy!”

“I don’t like to work. I just like… the money.”

“I don’t want people yelling at me about… onions! I don’t care about onions.”

“It was not really that great!”

“Excuse me! Why would you say that? You could say a million things to me! You could compliment me!”

“Why not say, ‘wow (name), your eyes look beautiful today’?”

“The worst part about rude customers is that you can’t say anything despite if they’re wrong or not.”

“YOU’RE MEAN!”

“More than anything the situation was just awkward.”

“Here’s some advice: if you wanna ship drugs, DON’T!”

“So uh, that’s another red flag. Two for two, baby?”

“Is any retail job good enough? I don’t know.”

“Another dude wanted me to help him with his email because the government was hacking his email.”

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Beatrice gets some much-needed rest. Shannon's having a hard time with the events of the day. Mary steps up and gets her cuddle on. It's soft, okay? I don't really know what else to say about it-- Enjoy.

Shannon wasn’t all that surprised when she didn’t see Beatrice at dinner. Lilith wasn’t either really. Concerned, yes. Surprised, no. Beatrice was private, at best— self-isolating, at worst. Shannon hadn’t thought to go get her for dinner, and maybe she should have, but as she opened the young sister’s door with Mary not far behind her all those worries were put aside rather quickly. 

Beatrice was flat on her back, blankets tucked up tight around her though her hand was poking from the side to rest on the mattress right next to a thawed ice pack. Her face was relaxed like Shannon hadn’t seen on the girl who somehow seemed to have a pinched brow even in her sleep. 

“Do we wake her?” Mary whispered against the shell of Shannon’s ear, stepping closer so they are both just inside the frame of Beatrice’s door. Though initially the closeness was a bit unintentional, she hadn’t expected Shannon to pause. Apparently the surprise of finding Beatrice deep in rest shocked Shannon to stillness, but now Mary could use the closeness to her advantage– wrapping a loose arm around Shannon’s hips to catch her balance. 

“I don’t know.” Shannon shook her head leaning back slightly against Mary. They weren’t alone, but Beatrice was asleep and no one else was here. Besides, Shannon didn’t really care if Beatrice saw their closeness. She wasn’t ashamed about it. The way it soothed her worry was almost as much as seeing Beatrice not in the throes of a nightmare or anxious over a variety of happenings at the OCS. “She looks so young like this.” 

“She is young.” Mary rocks them sideways just a bit as she nuzzles her cheek against the side of Shanon’s neck, her chin resting on her shoulder even though it required her to bounce up on her tip-toes to do it. “Let’s let her rest, Shan. She could probably use it.” 

Just as the decision was made, Beatrice stirred. She looked around almost wildly as her vision came more into focus from sleep. Two figures near her door stepped apart as her focus fell on them. Beatrice’s jaw stretched wide in a long exhale as she sat up, recognizing Shannon and Mary. “Shannon?” Beatrice questioned to make sure she wasn’t seeing anything as she dug the heels of her palms into her eyes. “Mary?”

“Hey” Shannon kept her voice soft, just hardly above a whisper, as she stepped further into Beatrice’s room. “We just brought you some food. You can go back to sleep.” It was then that Beatrice’s eyes darted to clock on her bedside table. If it wasn’t a little sad it would have been funny how wide her eyes flashed when she saw what time it was. 

Not only had Mother Superion seen it fit to tear her down for hours, not only had her reaction to that required Lilith to step in but Mary and Shannon as well. Now she’d missed a meal. Which meant she’d missed evening prayer and their teams usual late afternoon training session that was usually reserved for some form of mobility. 

Beatrice was nearly tripping over herself as she moved to toss the covers back over her legs and launch from the bed, like there was anything else to do, like rushing now would make up for any of the things she’d already missed. 

It wouldn’t. 

Not that any sort of logic was prevailing in Beatrice’s still half-asleep brain. 

“Relax,” Shannon prompted, stepping closer to Beatrice’s bed. “You’re not in trouble. You get the day after an evaluation like that. You’re not in trouble, Beatrice.” Shannon took the time to reiterate when Beatrice didn’t, in fact, relax after her first attempt at reassurance. If it weren’t sometimes so sad, Shannon would find more amusement in the irony of her chosen nickname for the girl– though if you ask her or Mary, it’s part of why the nickname fit so well. 

“Evaluation?” Beatrice asked as she let out a cautious breath settling a little against her headboard at Shannon’s request. 

What evaluation? She had passed the trials hadn’t she? She was going on missions with Shannon’s team. Shannon had promised the last one was her last probationary assignment– she would be getting her battle habit soon, and her first real, full assignment hopefully not long after that. What on earth could she have been being evaluated for? 

Your place in the order.

It splashed over Beatrice like a bucket of ice water down her spine. But they had all told her she had a place in the order… was that not—

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