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[mybombae]

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[heartfullofleeches]

Bloody kisses with my Maso Bully Yan - Erin and creep reader

[mentions of blood]

Fucking hell.

Erin tilts his head back as the nurse instructed, the door to the infirmary clicking shut as she leaves. He dabs a plastic bag full of ice to his various parts of his face, nursing a bruised nose, swollen eye, and bloody gums. He spits out the wad of cotton in his mouth to replace it with another, that too quickly swelling with blood. Despite his appearance, Erin had been victor in the fight that led to his condition. His opponent had been taken away in an ambulance. Some petty drama that got a little too out of hand ending with a broken arm and a chipped tooth on their end. Erin wishes to his deathbed that he got in one more swing.

The door pops open again minutes later. Erin had gotten up to pour the water in the icepack out and replace it with more cubes so he didn't see whoever came in. They walk up to him and stand behind him - totally silent.

Erin removes the gauze from his mouth, blood specks dripping onto his shirt. "I'm just grabbing some more ice I'm not going anywhere-" He almost has a heart attack as he turns around." Holy shit, Y/n- what the hell?

You tilt your head ever so slightly, staring at him with those eyes that he always found himself lost in when finding them watching from across the room. That's all you ever really did. Stare. Watch. It was creepy as hell.

And yet - his heart raced out his chest whenever your eyes met.

Erin closes in on you, trying to puff his chest and look tough through his current condition. "What do you want?" He spits.

A little too hard. Blood smacks against your face in a wide spray, your cheek and upper lip taking the brunt of the hit. You don't even flinch as it happens - sweeping your fingers over your stain skin unfazed.

The hardness of his eyes softens. "Shit, I'm sorry-"

You lick your fingers. Eyes burrowing holes into his soul, you stick your wet fingers into your mouth and pull them free with an equally as wet smack, running your tongue over what remains attached to your lips. You smile as you look down at them. It's the first he's ever seen from you. He can't force himself to hate the simulation it and your previous actions brings.

"What the fuck...."

Your eyes darts back to him. Grabbing a fist full of Erin's hair, you yank him to your level. His mouth falls open in a mute scream as he feels you tug out a few strains, the sound that leaves his throat akin to a strangled moan. With his mouth wide, you can see the source of what you desire. Nearly every tooth in the front row is stained red. Ramming your lips against his, your tongue darts immediately for the gash line across his gums. The fucker who gave it to him got him clean with his rings the final blow he got in before Erin swept him.

The rational part of his brain tells him to shout at you - shove you off him. The rest of his brain piloted by that accursed organ in his chest gave him. His hands find purchase on your shirt as your tongue changes course to his stained teeth, cleaning each of them individually. He feels you through the cloth, fondling and holding you like you're lovers. Quick to deny his feelings, but faster at falling in deep. Erin had never been more proud of his dedication to good dental hygiene than having his mouth violated by someone who's never seen said hello to him. His jaws nearly fall off their hinges as you suck the clotted blood left clung to his tongue, licking at walls of his mouth to get all that you could find.

Erin slowly sinks to the ground as your grip tighten. His vision blurs from the pain and the oxygen you deprived him from as you reach for his throat. Parting from him, strings of red spit bind you to the man fighting to regain the the breath you stole. You smear it into the swollen flesh of his lip as you go back to doing what you do best. Your gaze is different this time. Almost soft, or even understanding of what ran through his trouble mind. Holding his face, you mutter the question that's been plaguing you since the incident occurred.

"why did you do it?"

Erin swallows hard, sucking his lip through his teeth to taste what trace of you remained. "He... Called you a freak."

That eerie smile of yours creeps back. It sends chills down his spine, but he could never look away. Erin knows he won't rest well with the vice grip your next words enclose him in.

"Good boy."

You press your lips to his in soft embrace, nabbing the bloody balls of cotton off the counter as you straight up. Without another glance in his direction you leave the room. Erin gets off the floor and turns back to the sink, splashing water in his face. He looks at himself in the mirror, knowing he'll never be the same again once he steps out of this office. Shaking off the weight of your control over him until he got home, he finally addresses the elephant in the room in the form of a student run down with a fever.

"Tell anyone about this, you and your entire family are dead."

[slytherin-paramour]

~Once a coward, always a coward~

Ominis Gaunt x MC *With a hint of pining Puffskein Dunkein* SLIGHT NSFW in this part!

The door slammed behind you with a reverberating clash as you stepped out onto the cobbled stones that lined the street in front of your home. You were angry. Infuriated. You stormed along the pathway, turning to move into the alley way that lead to the Leaky Cauldron on Charing Cross Road, the old brickwork of the building calming your racing heart a little as it came into view. You did so love the ancient little pub.

Stepping through the threshold, you took a sobering glance around the room at the clientele, an eclectic range of witches and wizards old and young, (mostly old, if you were being honest) gossiping amongst their groups and laughing jovially. More than once, you witnessed sprays of liquid sloshing out of silver goblets and splattering over the tables (and people). The sight caused you to chuckle, momentarily forgetting your fury. You soured once more, thinking back not fifteen minutes ago to the heated argument that you'd had with your obstinate husband.

Ominis wasn't usually the type to become angry, especially not toward you. And especially not over something as god-damned insignificant as an owl from Duncan Hobhouse.

You scoffed incredulously to yourself, pulling up your long, green skirts in order to slide comfortably into a quiet booth in the corner of the pub. Resting your chin in the palm of your hand, your eyes scanned around the stuffy room again. The fingers on your free hand tapped against the wood , betraying your inner irritation. You thought of Ominis again and to the cause of your argument with a grimace.

*Earlier that day*

He stepped through the door of your lovely London apartment that morning, after quite a gruelling night shift at the Ministry, making his way through to your earthy and open kitchen. He could smell the strong scent of fresh basil leaves, knowing that you loved to grow the little herb and dot them about the place.

You smiled as you saw him enter the room, moving into his space gently to lean up and press a soft kiss against his sparsely freckled cheek.

A sigh left his lips, and he wound his arms around your waist with a smile, resting his face into the crook of your neck and inhaled your floral scent. He pressed his lips against the pulse at your throat, and your heart rate increased rapidly.

"Rough night, my love?"

Ominis pulled his mouth away from your skin reluctantly, and you took his cool hand in yours, leading him over to sit at the little table in the corner of your kitchen. He sat down, another sigh falling from him as he ran his long fingers through his fair hair.

Ominis worked in the Muggle Laison Office, ensuring that any official business of the Wizarding World that may or may not affect the day to day life of muggles passed by smoothly and without issue. As of late, he'd reluctantly taken over a few jobs that had required him to work overnight, hence the early arrival that morning.

"You have no idea. Fenwick bloody Taylorson somehow managed to reveal something quite confidential to some lower members of the muggle parliament whilst rip-roaringly drunk on a drink that they call 'gin'. Obviously, he neglected to obliviate the muggles, and I was called in to hunt them down again and perform the task! How he's still employed in our office I shall never understand."

You squeezed his hand sympatetically, a chuckle falling from your lips as you moved to the stove, the whistling sound of the teapot that sat there drawing your attention away.

"Fenwick is a bit of a dullard, always has been. What on earth is he doing getting drunk with muggles? That's a dangerous combination right there."

You removed the teapot from the heat, hissing slightly when you accidentally brushed your thumb over the burning steel. Ominis snapped his head in your direction, sensitive hearing alerting him to the sound of your pain.

"Did you burn yourself, darling? Are you alright?"

You smiled over at the exhausted man, affection flooding through your veins at his attentiveness. You continued to pour the hot water over a tea strainer into your favourite teacups, a beautiful little set that you'd received from Poppy Sweeting as a wedding gift. They were a white china adorned with tiny little golden snidgets, swirls of green and gold leaf patterning swirling around the birds and ending at the handle.

"You worry too much, Ominis. I only grazed the pot."

The blonde wizard scoffed a little from his seat, undoing the buttons of his forest green waistcoat as you carefully placed his earl grey tea down in front of him.

"My dear, given your track record and penchant for reckless behaviour, I do believe that I am quite entitled to "worry too much" about you. Remind me again what it is that you'll be undertaking at work in the morning?"

You laughed then, not even able to counter his 'reckless' comment. Given your affinity with magical creatures during your more turbulent years at Hogwarts, you had chosen to work with the Beasts Division of the Ministry. It seemed to fit. You never had fancied working inside a stuffy office, much preferring the great outdoors, not afraid to get your hands dirty.

"We need to help our female Graphorn give birth to her calf and then introduce the father to its new baby. Come now, Ominis, that hardly counts as reckless!"

You took a sip of your tea with a sigh, relishing in the citrus tang that hit your tongue. Ominis tutted stubbornly.

"Oh yes, I'm sure that dealing with one of the Wizarding Worlds most dangerous creatures, whilst in the throws of giving birth, will be as safe as gathering some honking daffodils!"

Your face shone with amusement as you pulled out your ebony wand, flicking it to the window to open the curtains there, letting in some of the morning suns rays. The warm beams of light hit your face, and you closed your eyes, feeling quite content.

"You know that I'm always careful, darling. I know what I'm doing."

You looked to your husband again, who was now leaning back against the wall, also basking in the warmth of the sunlight. Your heart flipped a somersault. Gods, he was beautiful.

"I know that you are perfectly capable at your job, MC. However, I do sometimes wish that all you had to deal with was something as simple as a puffskein."

A light flickered in your brain at his mention of the little fluffy creatures, eyes widening a fraction. You turned to pull open one of the kitchen drawers whilst Ominis was busy taking a sip of his tea. He could hear the rustling of papers and clinking of the various bric-a-brac that were muddled together in there.

"Aha! There it is."

You pulled out a neatly folded bit of parchment and opened it up, stepping towards the table and sliding it across the wooden surface so that Ominis could read it. Ominis placed his teacup back on its saucer and picked up his wand, preparing to go over the contents of the letter.

"It's from Duncan Hobhouse! You must remember him?"

Those were the words that started it all.

You continued to speak, failing to notice the rising iritation in your husband, his wand glowing red at its tip as he ran it over the parchment with a little more force than usual.

"He's asked if I'd meet with him tonight at The Leaky Cauldon for a catch-up. He actually works at a different branch of the Beast's division in Wales, believe it or not! Though I never took him as someone who'd end up working with creatures, if I'm honest."

You finished wiping down one of your side counters as you spoke before noticing Ominis' silence. The letter wasn't particularly long, so he should have finished reading it by now.

"You declined, I presume?"

He spoke with such a tone of finality that it halted you where you stood. You looked at him incredulously, trying to understand the meaning behind his assumption. He was frowning down at the parchment, fingers gripping into it so tightly it seemed as if he were holding back from ripping it up into tiny pieces.

"I did not decline, actually. It's been a good long while since I've seen him, and we were good friends at Hogwarts."

Ominis was glaring in your direction now, seemingly just as surprised at your answer as you were of his own. He crumpled the letter up in his palm and pointed his wand at its edge, muttering incendio. The parchment lit up in flames, disintegrating into nothing.

"You're not going, MC. I shan't allow it. Why on earth would you want to acquiesce a request to spend time with Puffskein bloody Dunkein!?"

It was your turn to frown now, your eyes narrowing in ire. Firstly, it irked you to no end that Ominis presumed that he had any say over whom you could meet and speak with.

Secondly, you had always hated that god-awful nickname that poor Duncan had to endure as a student. Yes the poor lad was known to be a bit introverted and afraid to step out of his comfort zones, and perhaps his fear of Puffskeins was a little bit silly, but you found the bullying to be completely unwarranted.

This was the reason that you had agreed to assist the boy when he'd approached you in the Defence against the Dark Arts tower that day. You'd completed the task at hand (not without a few stings left over from all of the bloody Devils Snare that lined the walls in that place) and handed over the largest Tentacula leaf that you'd ever come across. Of course, you'd also advised him with a smile that he should ignore all of the idiots that made fun of him in the halls, and perhaps it wouldn't hurt for him to learn to be a little braver. He'd thanked you profusely, face noticeably a shade darker, and then ran off to Merlin knows where.

You were brought out of your memories by a short, cold laugh from Ominis.

"I wonder if he's still as much of a coward as he used to be? If there was ever a reason for you to meet up with him again, it would be to find out that bit of gossip!"

You slapped the washcloth you were holding down onto the countertop, the reverberation causing the drying dishes there to clink together loudly. The sudden noise startled Ominis into silence, a sharp tension forming in the room as you glared at your husband dangerously.

"Ominis Gaunt."

Your voice was short and dangerous. You really disliked this side of the blonde man and only used his full name when you were particularly upset with him.

"Do you honestly still hold such animosity towards a fellow that you haven't even seen in over ten years? I know that you had some sort of issue with him at school, but I would like to remind you that he was, in fact, a good friend of mine. And I shan't listen to you slander him."

You folded your arms over your chest, awaiting his response. You did hope that he would relent in his behaviour. However, the part of you that knew your stubborn husband all too well was dubious about this.

Ominis scoffed loudly, shifting in his seat. He flattened his palms against the table to push himself into a standing position. He could feel the pressure of his wedding band digging into his finger as he did so. The frown had deepened into a scowl, his gaze boring into you from across the room.

"And what exactly, pray tell, do you believe was Hobhouse's reasoning for requesting MY wife's company this evening? And do not tell me that he simply wishes to "catch up" with you, as you stated. We both know that his intentions are below the board."

As much as a small flame ignited in you at the possessive way in which Ominis proclaimed you as his, you seethed with indignation at his underlying implications and stomped over to the tall man, jabbing a finger into his well toned chest.

"Just what are you implying, darling? Come now, don't be cryptic about it. You know that I have no patience for dancing around the issue. Say what it is you mean to say, for goodness sake!"

Your finger continued to press at his front, anger still evident all across your features. Ominis couldn't see your anger, but by Merlin, he could feel it. He brought a hand up to wrap around your petite wrist that was accosting his sternum, halting its movement. He dragged your hand up to his mouth and pressed his lips against the pad of your forefinger softly. It was barely a touch, but your traitorous body shivered involuntarily.

"MC, you must know that Hobhouse fancied you back in Hogwarts?"

He ghosted his mouth over your middle finger, and you tried to remain focused on your anger.

"You're being ridiculous, Ominis. Even if that were remotely true, why would that be an issue now? Do you think I'm going to take one look at the felllow and fall madly in love with him? Merlins beard! Prepare me a thestral and carriage, we're to elope at midnight!"

Ominis' face hardened, and he gripped at your waist tightly with his free hand. Even the hypothetical talk of Dunkein laying his lecherous eyes on his wife was enough to turn him into a ball of possessive rage. He leaned down to mouth a kiss at the thin skin along your wrist, the tip of his tongue running wetly across your quickening pulse. The hand at your waist pulled at your hips until they were pressed firmly against his, where you could feel his growing desire for you, pushing against the junction of your thigh.

You swallowed deeply, trying to will away your own arousal that showed its tell-tale signs in your abdomen. There was no way you were letting him fuck his way out of your bad books.

Taking a step away from the solid press of Ominis' form, no easy task due to his vice grip, you took a sobering breath and spoke firmly up at him.

"I've already replied and accepted Duncans request, Ominis. I'm heading out to meet him this evening at around seven. I would appreciate your understanding, at the very least."

~End of PT.1~

[dontneedhair]

Using An Epilator On My Head (Part Two) - The Scalp

Sometimes I get the question how I managed to epilate all of my head, and how I have kept it that way. The short version and my inspiration for doing it the way I did can be found here.

Unlike others who seem to be able to get through the entire process during one weekend, starting from what I'd see as a considerable hair length (half a centimetre maybe), I needed several weeks to complete it. Shaving, then waiting maybe half a day before letting the epilator grab the very first stubble. Waiting more time, epilating again, this time with more stubble being ripped out, and repeating this process till it hurt so much that I shaved again, starting the cycle all over again.

One thing I had to deal with relatively soon were pimples/small ingrown hairs.

Not the end of the world, but not the best look, either. There are different methods for dealing with this, all of them basically some kind of peeling to enable the newly growing hair to find its way to the surface and stop the pores from clogging. What worked really well for me was a spray against ingrown hairs after epilating - a chemical peeling of some sort. To this day, I tend to apply it once a day, mostly in the evening before going to bed. On the day of a tweezing session applying it can sting, but it is bearable and a good sign that it does its work. Even if a pimple is already there, it will go away much quicker with this extra help.

Another thing I had to live with for a short time was a certain patchiness on my scalp. I'm talking about the small-scale level here, you can see some of it on the picture above. No-one ever commented on it, from a certain distance it wasn't even noticeable, neither was it under little light. Or maybe everyone just thought I hadn't done a good job shaving?

In any case, it went away after having tweezed every hair at least once, which took some time because of the different phases of the growing cycle the individual hairs were in. Once that was done, things got much better very quickly in every respect. The hair that did grow back was finer, which made it a lot less painful to epilate. Since I kept on tweezing twice a week (always in the evening), there was also not that much to remove in an individual session any longer. And regrowth has kept getting less over time.

The MPB zones were the first one where the hair seemed to give up, my natural hairline for example never really returned after going over it with the epilator a couple of times, the same is true for the stretch that goes from there to the crown. The hair more to the sides is also getting less dense now as far as I can tell; to be sure, I would have to stop epilating for a while, and I don't want to do that.

What I still do after every tweezing session on my scalp is a wet shave. Especially in the beginning, and even after having epilated every hair at least once as explained above, just tweezing wouldn't give the totally smooth feeling yet. The shave is extremely quick and effortless, and after that my scalp has almost a glass-like feel to it. Over time, the smoothness I achieve just by tweezing has improved considerably as well. Being consistent in using the epilator definitely has had its rewards.

(Another photo from last summer, not even a year after starting the scalp tweezing, but the work I had to put into maintenance was already so much less than at the beginning of the process, and while there was some regrowth after one or two days, I was shadow-free one hundred percent of the time.)

For those who consider venturing into this as well, I would like to stress (as Tom did on http://scalptweezing.com) that using the epilator on your scalp is likely to lead to noticeable permanent hair loss pretty soon. So that should be something that you want or at least accept in exchange for the benefits. It can also be part of the thrill to know you are changing your appearance in a way that cannot be undone, at least that was my case. Just don't forget that the point of no return can come really early.

[wooziswonderfulworld]

Overdoing It

Tw: drug use, overdosing, drug caused seizure, suicide, teen death

———-

Floyd watched in silent shock along with everyone else, hands covering his mouth momentarily stunned

He’d just been set free, he was alive, Velvet and Veneer where about to be arrested when Velvet collapsed

At first they thought she was acting dramatic. But then she started shaking, bad, her eyes rolled back and her limbs seized wildly

Everyone gasped seeing the former pop star having a full on seizure on stage, Veneer was panicked, trying to protect his twin from the camera

“Help me!” He cried out looking desperately at the trolls

Velvet was seizing from how much Troll essence she had consumed, she essentially overdosed herself

No one really knew what to do-But Floyd did, and no matter how much the two hurt him, he wasn’t going to sit back and watch

Floyd looked at Veneer, with seriousness “protect her head” He instructed “how long has it been since this started-?” Floyd asked “Veneer! Her head” Floyd repeated seeing him frozen but it seemed to knock him back to reality and he quickly held her head

“About a minute” Branch said “okay-keep timing it” He said earning a nod “Is there an ambulance coming?” Floyd asked the police “yeah they’re on the way” they said

John Dory seemed to notice some people in the crowd recording “HEY DIP SHITS-PUT YOUR DAMN PHONES AWAY THIS ISN’T A LAUGHING MATTER” His voice echoed, luckily Trolls naturally could echo their voices to be heard, it made sense with how small they where

Viva and Clay managed to find away to turn the large screen off so now it was near impossible to see what was going on

“Veneer-I’m going to need you to remove her shoulder pads” Floyd said “But-her head??” He asked eyes brimming with confusion (and tears)

Poppy, Bruce, and Clay extended and formed their hair into a cushion, luckily troll hair was pretty thick so that also helped

Veneer swallowed thickly before taking the shoulder pads, glad his sister was sensible enough to wear something underneath

“I-I don’t understand why this is happening!”

“Well I assume neither of you did your research before deciding to huff Troll essence. We’re basically Drugs to other creatures” Clay said “using us to much can cause an overdose and well this”

Veneer looked teary eyed, he should’ve done his research! Damn it damn it damn it!

“Veneer! I know you’re beating yourself up, but now is not the time-“

“Guys-I don’t know much about seizures but it’s been 7 minutes” Branch said, the ambulance pulled in and just in time Velvet stopped shaking but she was still unconscious

Veneer quickly followed jumping in

Floyd didn’t care about a thank you nor did he expect one

“I warned her” Floyd stated sadly, She might have abused and tortured him consistently for 2 months, but he didn’t want the teen to over do it

Which is exactly what she did

“Shut up troll! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Velvet sneered after spraying herself a total of seven times

Despite the agonizing pain Floyd still tried to get into her head “Velvet-I do know! I’m literally a troll!”

Velvet just rolled her eyes tossing him to the side

“Floyd-come on man, we need to go home” Bruce said bringing him back to reality

“Do you think she’ll be alright?” Poppy asked, Floyd was silent “no” he answered solemnly “fame can do stuff to a person, especially one so young” He said shaking his head

A few days into their trip home they heard the news

“Former teen superstar Velvet was pronounced dead after overdosing on “Troll essence” Her twin Veneer is currently in prison for the crimes the two and will be up for parole in 4 years”

Floyd sighed, He knew it would happen, but it was still sad. The two were what? 16, 17? Velvet ended up killing herself wanting to be the best, and Veneer wanting nothing more than to make his sister happy, and now he was all alone.

“Is it weird that I feel responsible?” Floyd asked no one in particular

“No…You didn’t ask for them to do that, I’m sure you warned her. I mean, even when the Bergen’s wanted to eat us they knew better then to have more then two trolls…at least that’s what Bridget told me”

Floyd nodded softly looking over at the pop queen who had spoken “I did warn her, she didn’t listen though, too caught up in the fame and luxury I was providing for her with my talent”

“Do you think…this will get us classified as some type of illegal drug?” Poppy asked, Floyd was silent, would they?

“I would assume so, at least over there, maybe other places too. More laws in place because of us”

“What do you think will happen to her brother?”

Floyd looked up thoughtfully “hard to say-He really loved Velvet…It’s gonna be tough for him but, he has potential to continue his life as a better person, I just hope he knows that too”

“You sound unsure” Poppy said looking at him, Floyd sighed “he saw his twin seize in front of him and probably saw her flat line and then got thrown into prison. He lost his only family and other half and got his freedom taken…he’s only 17 too, and it’s not like he can be released on bail considering his crimes involved kidnapping, torture, attempted murder.”

Two months later they got the news

“Two months after being put in jail, former pop star singer Veneer was reported dead in his cell, MRPD have yet to issue a cause of death but it’s safe to assume suicide due to losing his twin Velvet after she overdosed on Troll essence which has now been deemed as an illegal drug.”

Floyd was afraid this would be the outcome, unfortunately he was correct.

“So, I guess that means we can’t go back there huh?” Clay asked “I mean if we’re considered an illegal drug now, it’ll be hard for us to go anywhere outside Trollstopia”

“I mean, Vacay Island doesn’t really have a law enforcement? At least that I know off, everyone knows each other and I’m the only trolls there and they’ve never tried to use me to get…high, or something so I think we’ll be safe going there, but other places with other species…aside from the Bergen’s, I’m not sure” Bruce said

“I assume you expected this outcome?” Poppy asked looking at Floyd “as unfortunate as it is…I did, I hoped he wouldn’t but, I’m not surprised” He said shaking his head

Some might say this was karma, they did say Karma was a merciless bitch

Floyd shook his head, He didn’t care about how ugly karma could be, despite being tortured and used for months, Velvet and Veneer didn’t deserve to die

Velvet who wanted to be noticed, heard, loved and Veneer who wanted to be with his sister. So caught up in what he provided for them, Velvet ended up using two much that it killed her, despite knowing it would she didn’t stop…was that also suicide? and Veneer who couldn’t stop her because he knew it made her happy and he got to spend time with her. Now he didn’t have her, he had no one anymore, he felt so hopeless that suicide seemed to be the only answer he could think off

At least they were together again. Twins could never be separated for to long after all.

Floyd glanced at his white roots, a reminder off what happened, he wondered if others would accuse him off murder, he was the cause of everything after all

“You told her though, you told both of them, they didn’t listen” He reminded himself, He was still recovering from his time locked up. He didn’t need to add guilt to that list

Walking out of the bathroom he laid in his bed and fell asleep. He didn’t know things would pan out this way, or maybe he did and didn’t want to believe it would. Life was fucked up though, you couldn’t really do much to change what happens to people

He’s just glad that now there will be more precautions around using Trolls for personal gain, he just hoped others were smart enough to listen.

[yunessa]

Owlcatober: Day 10 'Second Chances'

Chapter Two Pathfinder WOTR stuff excerpts from my fanfic for owlcatober. Mild spoilers for the cultist in the Mayr Zacharius graveyard but not really any other ones sans one sentence which I removed.

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The church the cultist had fled to was an old church undergoing renovations before Kenabres had been attacked. The construction beams and ropes still held it upright, though the workers had long since fled or been killed.

Sosiel had helped find the way around more recently awakened undead and they had climbed up the scaffolding slowly. Yunessa found it stressful to sneak under the undead’s ‘nose’, but when it became completely evident the undead were simply that they breathed a sigh of relief. Sneaking around undead by climbing scaffolding was better than having to see them in battle. The few they did face lay guarding the master who had called them from the grave.

The citizens the cultist had gathered ran free when they met the Necromancer’s minions inside the building. Before he might have had the advantage, but against a gryphon’s talons, Woljif’s daggers, and the aim of Lann or Daeran, he didn't stand a chance.

And when it was only the necromancer it was Sosiel that closed the distance with a furious roar.

“You damned rat! How dare you?” It was like seeing a different person hearing the cleric of Shelyn roar and break the nose of the necromancer. “You scumbag! I remember you! You came to our temple a month ago! Begging for healing! We fed you! We shared our table with you and too you in! Then you… you… I’ll I don’t even know what i’ll do with you!”

“Sosiel.” Yuness raised their voice but the cleric didn’t hear it.

“Stop! I surrender. You-” But Sosiel ignored the necromancer’s cries of pain, punching him in the teeth. “I surrender!” The necromancer held his pale hands up. “I surrendered! Your goddesth demands you spare my lifeth!” Droplets of crimson coloured the dusty stone floor.

“Sosiel!” Yunessa raised their voice again, their tone cold enough hat Sosiel shoved the necromancer away from him. The necromancer hissed, pushing himself upright as he spit blood on the floor. “Before you beat a man to death, I need a explanation!”

“This… this is Roan. The tailor from Kenabres. We healed him after he almost died  after encountering a mugger, then he became a frequent visitor to our temple. He listened attentive to our sermons, studied the Goddess’s teachings, and praised our art…” Sosiel inhaled sharply , gritting his teeth. “Were you lying to our faces the whole time? When we took you in? When you sat at our table and broke bread with us? Were you planning on stabbing us in the back, even then?”

“Stabbing…” The necromancer began hoarsely, “Yes, I did that. Planned, executed, done.” He tried to sneer but a sneeze saw blood spray painfully over the stone floor. The necromancer kept his hand shield out, fingers splayed over the stone to show he was making no movements. “We… are everywhere. Inside, outside, around the corner. Everywhere.You have the…” The necromancer’s shoulders shook before he contained himself. “You- you should have died at the hands of your friends or the elf. It would habeen a good idea. Shame- shame it didn’t work…” 

“Shut up!” Sosiuel snarled, holding his hand  with effort as he looked down at the cultist with an expression of pure hatred.

“Kill me then.” Roan rasped. “Kill me and prove to your goddess how irredeemable I am. Or let me go if you will not commit a sin to Shelyn.” The necromancer’s green eyes watched them all wearily behind greasy black hair.

“Does Shelyn allow you to kill cultist Sosiel or is he trying to get a rise out of us?” With no undead to speak of and the necromancer keeping himself very carefully still Yunessa stepped around the man, watching as he lowered his head, letting his forehead touch the stone.

“He’s telling the truth.” Sosiel began reluctantly. “The eternal Rose is known for her grace. She teaches us to show mercy to anyone who asks for it. It;s one thing to slay a enemy in battle, but a captive-” He broke off, taking a slow breath before he continued. “You have to try and save their soul. To show them the beauty of the world. Persuade them to abandon the path of evil. It’s difficult, but the world is better for it.”

“Kill me.” Roan rasped. The cultist’s face was a bloodied mess. His voice a low pained rasp. “I made your friends return from the beyond. I tried to kill you and the commander with their hands. Kill me. For your friends and Shelyn.” 

“Do you think this cultist deserves a chance at redemption?” The cultist’s green eyes followed Yunessa as the elf stepped around him. He kept his hands splayed out, hid head low to the ground.

“I… I do not know. May Shelyn forgive me, but I haven’t had to struggle with  this burden before.” Sosiel watched  the cultist,the disgust visible in his eyes. “I had no time to try healing the souls of villains. I was always preoccupied with healing the bodies of those they harmed.”

The cultist didn't move. He stayed perfectly still as Sosiel looked to the sky. “Forgive me Eternal Rose. You teach us to be merciful to our enemies and love them but I… I am too weak. I am afraid.  Grant me absolution from this sin, for this love is beyond me.”

“Shelyn said nothing about the cultist losing teeth.” Daeran said.

“No. Enough. He’s defeated and will disturb the dead no longer. Pummeling him further won’t be justice, just revenge.” Sosiel looked down to his fists and wiped the necromancer’s blood off with a grimace. “I had no idea I had so much rage in me. I- it’s a shame. A disgrace, but I admit I enjoyed beating him. Forgive me for letting you see me like this.” Her turned his hands over. “You’re the Commander and he’s your captive. His fate is up to you.”

Yunessa looked to the cultist.  The cultist watched them back, his bright green eyes calm. I probably would have let Sosiel kill you... But you look like you’re expecting death anyway, or even torture. What would be the punishment for you?

“Let’s tie him up. We’ll imprison the cultist and let his deeds be punished to the fullest extent of the law.” Yunessa said finally. Trapped in a cell and unable to use their magic without a chance to see the night sky… they resisted a grimace at that mental image.

“Yes, that’s the right thing to do.” Sosiel breathed a sigh of relief. Thank you.”

-

“You said your name was Silence?” Yunessa watched the cultist. Compared to when they had seen him at the funeral for Sosiel’s friends he looked less like a bruised apple. He was chained to a hitching post, sitting atop re-purposed rubble. His green eyes watched Yunessa, his pale face looking as if the skin was stretched over the bones. Despite the dirt of the road and his chains, he sat with a calm air about him.

“Roan.” He said hoarsely. “I am Roan, Commander.” The manacles that held the necromancer kept him from running or performing his magic. The chains whispered as he turned to fully face Yunessa. “The manacles make it difficult to salute you. Do forgive my lapse in etiquette.” 

“Roan then.” Yunessa nodded. “Don’t worry about the etiquette. I heard you were willing to redeem yourself from Sosiel, Roan. Is that true?” They watched the cultist carefully. “Because if you are then I’ll hold off your trial for a while.”

Roan canted his head curiously. “I said-” he cleared his throat, rubbing at his neck and Yuneessa caught sight of the heavy scarring beneath it. “I said I would perform what was needed as penance. I know what I did. There is no forgiveness to ask for.” His green eyes held no regret in them. No sorrow or cunning gleam. No desperation.“So tell me what you need of me and I shall do so to the best of my abilities.”

  “Allright then Roan. I have a easy task to start you with.” They slid off their leather bag to offer it to the necromancer. “Take this.”

The chain between his manacles nosily protested as Roan took the bag without question, setting it in his lap.

“You’re accomplished enough to raise the dead and I heard before that you had some experience with the dead.” Anevia had told it to Yunessa, delivering her report quietly and with little fanfare, including the details Sosiel had been unaware of.

“I am skilled with what I do, yes.” Roan nodded in agreement with Yunessa’s words.”Once, I prepared them for their rest. Before all of this.”

“Open the bag then.”  Yunessa gestured to it. “And then tell me what you think of what’s inside.”

He reached into the bag, pausing only for a second before he saw what was inside. He paused. Eyed the head. “A head, Commander?” he inquired, the rough rasp of his voice shifting from neutrality to curiosity. 

“Yes, a head. I know it’s strangely well preserved and his cause of death was unnatural.” They didn’t need to state it for Roan was already turning the severed head in the bag to look at it.

“Not done by a normal weapon.” He muttered, moving his finger over the stump of the neck.  Yunessa resisted a grimace and fought down the desire to puke as he touched the eyes, studying the severed head as if it was a puzzle.  

“Don’t.” Yunessa began as he continued. “Studying a severed head in the open. Where everyone can see, is perhaps not ideal.”

“I forget myself Commander. Apologies.”  The necromancer closed the bag, drawing the bag into his arms as easily as if he was holding a child. “What did you want done?”

“For a start, Anevia will be overseeing you.” Yunessa pointed a finger behind them. “If Anevia doesn’t like what you’re doing then she can kill you on the spot. If she says jump, I expect you to jump. If she says stop…” Yunessa trailed off.

“Stop. Yes. I understand.” Roan agreed easily.

“Good. I want you to find everything you can about the head. Anything at all, I want to know about it. You’ll get your mortuary tools and whatever Anevia deems necessary for you to have.”  Yunessa watched Roan nod again. He didn’t look eager but there was a curiosity as if he enjoyed what he was potentially going to do. “If you’re honest about working for the crusade then this shouldn’t be a difficult task for you.”

“I understand. Yes. This- this I can do.” His eyes searched Yunessa’s face. “If there is anything to find then I shall learn of it. How much time do I have, Commander?”

“You have until I come to you again. I hope you’ll find something, Roan.”  Before he could speak, Yunessa held up a finger. “I would hate to send a letter to your son in Absalom if you decide to return to your cultist activities rather than focus on penance.”

Roan went rigid. “My-” He croaked. “My son has nothing to do with what I have done here Commander. Do not-” He broke off and the chains clinked as he started to rise. “I beg you, my son is innocent of his father’s crimes.” He didn’t drop the head, but he clasped his hands together tightly, the pale skin turning a sickly yellow. His hoarse voice, which had been alarmed, began to turn, the tone pleading.

“Stop Roan.” The necromancer’s calm was gone now. His wide green eyes staring at Yunessa as if the bard was a monster. Yunessa held up a hand. “If you focus on what you’re doing now then your son will never see a letter.”

“That- yes.” The necromancer’s shoulders sagged. “Thank you Commander.” Relief filled his words. “I will do whatever you require of me. Just please, please do not…” He trailed off, struggling to push the words past his scarred throat. “Not even if I die. Don’t send him anything.”

“Do your duty and he never will see a letter or your urn.” Yunessa agreed. “Prove that I was right to keep you alive.”

-

“Did he break?” Anevia asked, She leaned against a tent pole, watching the tent the necromancer had been escorted into. 

“He did. Though how you knew he had a kid I’ve no idea Anevia.” Yunessa looked away from the tent to Anevia. She grinned in response to Yunessa’s look and held her hand up, the index finger and thumb forming a circle.

“Did you know a good accountant can find anything? He worked in Kenabres for a while with the mortuary folk. He tried to hide where he was sending money. He might have fooled the other cultists, but his son still shares his last name.”

“How did you find out he was in Absalom?” Yunessa asked, unable to stop themself. “Wouldn’t that take weeks to find and confirm that?”

“Normally. But we can still open a small- very small, mind you- portal for things like letters, if we have a skilled enough mage. It’s expensive but  with the money you gave Beth for the crusade, we could afford to have someone follow the trail. Right to one of Absalom’s universities and there you have it.” Anevia held her hands out, bowing as Yunessa clapped.

“Would never have guessed. Does anything escape your eyes Anevia?” Anevia’s grin widened at Yunessa’s words.

“Don’t go too far. I’m still investigating him. He won’t talk about anything pre-kenabres. But I’ll find it out for you.”  Anevia eyes Yunessa. “Beth said you decided to help out that guy?”

“Yaker? Yes. I’ve got a feeling he’s not a cultist and like Irabeth said- at some point I’ll be leaving Drezen and the army for whatever comes up that needs me to attend to it. While we’re slowly making our way there to Drezen is the best, ah, test to see how it goes.” Yunessa frowned. “Not that I’m not needed here. But you know how a feeling goes.”

As Yunessa gestured, Anevia nodded. “Prior Ramien preached about them. I get them when I’m working too. Just make sure to come back alive, alright? We won’t  manage without you.” 

“I’ll come back.” Yunessa promised. “What would you do without me?”

Anevia chuckled. “Still be stuck in a cave for one.”

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒆

chapter V of and her heart is a bird on a spit in her chest

Pairing: Arlecchino x gn!Minister of Justice!Reader

Genres: politics & law, angst, horror (kind of), found family fluff (once again, kind of)

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: scenes of murder, smoking, decently graphic depictions of torture, improper interrogation (if you could even call it that)

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 6 | epilogue

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TWELVE YEARS LATER

Gunshots echoed through the foggy alley as you watched piercing bullets of water enter through the hearts of the four men in front of you. Smoke clouded your vision as you exhaled the bold flavor of tobacco from your mouth. 

The men had come to the courtroom wanting a meeting with no notice – you had provided it regardless, but all they wanted to do was pitch you offers for certain prisoners to be set free and given to their care.

Only the Court or the Fatui could authorize and handle such a task.

The group of men fell straight to the ground, the pain likely unbelievable. Water intoxication would set in soon – then you would simply slit their throats. As you waited, you shifted your long dark coat to the side, placing your revolver back into its holster and retrieving a small matchbox from the pocket of your slacks. You took out one of the wooden sticks before striking it on the side and putting the box away. Groans of pain persisted as you waited for the sulfur to burn away before relighting your carved pipe – a gift for your birthday from Neuvillette three years ago when you began these habits.

A hand gripping tightly around your ankle drew your disgusted gaze downward to one of the men. Bringing your ankle back, you clamped your foot down onto his hand. He shrieked before you drew an aquatic-designed dagger from its hilt along your side. In an instant, blood shot from the poor man’s neck and sprayed over your dark new dress shoes. His three co-conspirators tried their best to beg and apologize, but it was not of any use. Their fate was already decided.

Taking the dagger, you simply bent and let the blood fly. You turned away as quickly as possible, not wanting to get your day clothes or tobacco covered in any of their grime. When the cascade lessened, you shrugged off your coat.

An executioner’s duties, fulfilled by Justice’s blade, you quipped internally, taking another puff from your pipe and humming a popular show tune as you walked into the morning light pouring over the main street.

—

The dark woods and greyed jewel tones of your office highlighted your role well, you speculated as you looked into one of the decorative mirrors on the wall. You cleaned off the small amount of blood that had landed above your shirt collar and along the side of your neck with a damp cloth. Your hair remained perfect, but you still tidied it.

The smooth leather of your tufted armchair was cool underneath you as you removed your dress shoes calmly. With the same damp cloth, you wiped the drying blood off of the black.

You couldn't help but be reminded of the blood on Manon's hands every morning you did this.

Even though it's been over a decade since you last saw her, you could never forget her – especially in your final moments.

It's not like the situation was entirely your fault. A siren needs to convalesce in saltwater. You just didn't expect to take as long as you did, or for Manon to leave for Snezhnaya without you. The memory of watching the ship depart still stung deep to this day. Maybe you simply shouldn't have sent her away at all and let Henri run loose.

A pesky tear fell on the leather of your shoe as your mind filled with needless what-ifs and remembrances.

Your wiping became rougher as you reflected – emotions running high. Quickly, you finished cleaning. Sliding and tying your shoes back on, you rose from your seat, returning to the mirror to straighten your tie.

Grabbing your large leather file folder, you exit your office to aid in presiding over the day's cases, just as you have been for the last three years.

—

A golden haze rested boldly over the wood and metals of the courtroom. Blue and white hair moved animatedly to your left, and a high-pitched voice continued questioning the chief justice in his seat below. You organized your files together again, uncapping your fountain pen and preparing to write down your mental notes on a spare piece of paper. The figure to your left, however, snatched the pen away with slender fingers covered in dark blue gloves.

Furina started giggling to herself as she drew a stick figure in the corner of your paper. She added small details such as hair and little accessories relating to the supposed crime on the figure. It was the suspect for your first case today. Her mischievous laughter continued as she sketched a large axe cut their head off and sent blood spurting out in heavy blotted marks.

You snickered at her behavior before taking your pen back.

“Are you two finished? The court is about to be in session.” Neuvillette queried, his gaze and voice stern.

“Yes,” you replied, placing the file of the first case above your spare paper.

The large doors of the court opened just a minute later, and the unfortunate citizen receiving a trial today walked in with their escort – a new bailiff who had taken Amélie’s role while you were still studying for your bachelor’s degree.

As the chief justice began the proceedings, you pulled Furina’s dagger from your side and turned it to her hilt first.

“Keep it.” she whispered cheekily, elbowing your side lightly, “You are my non-disclosed executioner after all. There’s no telling when I’ll call on you to use it.”

You smiled with a small laugh as you returned the blade to your belt, making eye contact with the chief justice’s scolding gaze.

It reminded you of when you first started working for them, only three years ago.

“You participated in the Place des Marées protest and called for revolution, only to write us a letter twelve years later asking for a position in the Court of Fontaine?” he had asked.

“Yes, I have,” you responded, “But I have the proper qualifications with a deep and vast understanding of Fontainian law. There are not many people in this nation that could say the same.”

He sighed and opened his mouth to speak before being cut off by Furina.

“I would like for you to work with us!”

It did not take long for Neuvillette to come around – although the archon’s say was final.

You still were never quite sure why she accepted your proposal, but you assumed she had plenty of schemes spinning around in her head. There was no doubt that the court most likely knew of your past as well.

The banging of the chief justice’s gavel brought you back to the present, where you noticed that your fountain pen was missing once again. A new sketch sat fresh on your paper of Neuvillette with devil horns. You made playful eye contact with Furina, who snickered to herself.

You took your pen back again and prepared for the next trial as the chief justice’s gaze moved between the two of you with accusation before he sighed and shook his head.

The grand doors opened once more, as the next victim walked in.

—

Cold air permeated through the blue-hued windows covering the main hall of Zapolyarny Palace. Manon’s shoes clicked against the black marble floor, lines of silver and red running through the color. Her quarters were not far from the offices, especially since they were built in the state leader’s wing – one of four branches of the Fatui. Her partner for the coming diplomatic trip had walked in the opposite direction, towards that of the science and research wing.

Minor details, but one of the only things to ponder on these days besides the scheme for the hydro gnosis.

Ever since she left Fontaine that fateful morning, she never looked back – unless she was feeling particularly sentimental.

Regardless, she cast all other thoughts but the mission aside. She had two hours until departure, which gave her plenty of time to pack and review her files before leaving a letter to be sent to the children at her orphanage.

Approaching the tall, dark, looming doors, she nodded at her guards before pushing down on the ornate silver knob and entering her quarters.

~

The briefing with Sandrone and Pierro weighed lightly on Manon’s conscience. The plan was simple enough for a Harbinger to grasp, especially for natives of the nation. As she forcefully opened her large closet, a crimson scarf you gifted her over a decade ago fell from the spot it rested at the top of the closet.

It had been cold that day when you were out in the depths of Brume de Lys, and when you spotted a clothing store you went in and returned with the scarf, saying that the color matched her pupils.

She wanted to burn it.

And yet she couldn’t – ever.

If anything, your memory burned her incapable.

With a shaky huff, she set her hard gaze on her racks of monochrome clothes and the large suitcase resting underneath them all.

~

The agent awaiting her luggage was courteous – a product of training and teaching by the Fatui, no doubt. Plenty of externally sourced agents were put through rigorous exercises to adjust and control their habits and personalities – sometimes it made them new people altogether.

Either way, it was better for the sake of family and success.

The large signature coat of the Harbingers rested around her shoulders, accompanied by a simple all-black ensemble. After all, she would simply be traveling today.

Her fast steps quickly brought her to the main door of the palace, where four guards rested. They noticed her presence immediately and rose to attention to open the door.

A chilling wind greeted Manon, but she had grown used to the intense winter over the years.

She wasted little time in climbing into the large and well-crafted sleigh next to Sandrone, whose fashion always reflected Fontaine well. The driver climbed into the front as the luggage was piled into a car to be taken to the port.

Both the Knave and the Marionette had roles to keep up in the city before they could depart. A display of diplomacy for morale in the Fatui to remain high.

The four black horses guiding the sleigh began to move as the golden-haired woman to Manon's right spoke.

"Where's your timeliness, Arlecchino? Do I need to reprimand you myself?"

"I apologize that I have an existence outside of mechanics and anatomy, Sandrone. And truly, do you believe you have any power over me?"

The woman huffed as she always did when faced with a response other than subordination. Why the Marionette thought of her fellow Harbingers like puppets always made Manon chuckle to herself, especially when she wanted to pick a fight.

Anyone who tried to take on the Knave never fared well, if they even survived at all. But alas, you cannot just have a co-leader disappear in your presence.

The law in Snezhnaya did not operate as it did in Fontaine, after all.

~

The capital was bustling, as it always did in springs following harsh winters. Citizens were out enjoying the less bitter cold while fulfilling errands, working, or visiting with friends and family.

Manon and Sandrone put on smiling faces as they waved at the people, slowly driving through the squares and boasting their value. Cheers and red hellebores were thrown at the two Harbingers. They accepted the praise with grace, waiting patiently for the end of the escapade.

Not only did Vetreny Port await, but so did your hometown, Mélodie des Vagues.

—

The grip of your revolver hit the jaw of the man in front of you with force, causing his teeth to clack together and his head to fall backward.

You always had a particular affinity for the interrogations the Court would ask you to conduct.

A groan sounded throughout the room as you pulled the man back by his hair, revealing his neck. You caved into your thoughts, bringing your fist back before hitting the side of it against his throat.

The man doubled over, gripping at his neck. You brushed a few strands of hair off of your hand, the result of his abrupt movement.

You walked slowly in front of him, bringing his head back by his hair again. He looked at you with fear and spite, but you ignored his attitude and moved his hand away from his throat. Instead, you brought your fingers to trace the sides of his esophagus in a soothing motion.

"Poor you," you whispered, faux condolences in your tone.

The more he looked at you with judgment, the more you wanted to pull his eyes out.

Furina did say to do with him as you wish; Neuvillette permitted you to treat him with whatever you felt he deserved.

A defective Fatui agent, one of a select few people that deserved a punishment of death. There was no love left for those who chose to oppose such an organization. At least that is what the recent Traité d'Exécution dictated, and who were you to now question the law?

You danced the tips of your fingers up his cheek before slightly sinking your fingers in along the sides of his right eye and pinching. He screamed, trying to jostle from where he was secured. His efforts were to no avail. As you pinched harder, you were able to push your fingers further, feeling the gelatinous sensation of his eye beneath your gloves. With a hard pull, his rectus and oblique muscles snapped, along with his optic nerve. Blood began pouring down his cheek from his lax retinal blood vessels as his screams and cries echoed in the room. You placed his eye in a jar of preservative alcohol to be sent back to the Fatui.

The Doctor would be receiving both by noon tomorrow – for a study of course.

—

The boarded stairs leading the Harbingers off of the ship clicked against the dock under Manon's steps. It had been twelve years since she set foot back on the place where she lost you. She paused on the steps, looking out over the sea and the town. It was oddly refreshing to be back home, even if the nation was turbulent.

Sandrone marched down the steps to her right, her lengthy skirts held in her hands. When she reached the dock, she released the light blue fabric and looked up at Manon.

"Are you coming or not, Arle?" she questioned.

"Arle? Have you grown more fond of me over our voyage?" Manon teased.

Sandrone huffed before crossing her arms. "Never. I'm just asking you to move faster – we have a job to do after all."

The Knave stepped onto the dock, "What is the rush for, Sandy? Our meeting with the Court is tomorrow. Are you just excited to be home?"

"Don't call me that, and you know we still have to prepare for the meeting regardless of when it is," she spoke, beginning to walk into town.

"Oh, so you can call me Arle, but I cannot call you Sandy?" Manon retorted, following behind the woman, her long navy tailcoat flowing in the breeze.

"Would you just shut up for five minutes!" Sandrone yelled, causing a smile to grow on the Knave's face.

"It pleases me so to know you still cannot stand me," she verbalized, making Sandrone raise her arms and exclaim in frustration before walking off down the street.

Manon chuckled lightly to herself before strolling in the opposite direction to the inn they would be staying in for the night.

~

The streets of Mélodie des Vagues were hazy at night, the sea mist glowing golden under the lights. Manon's heart ached uncomfortably as she walked, a post-dinner tradition she had come to create during her first few years in the Fatui.

An organization she joined to hopefully become closer to you one day – to find you again. She had to undergo multiple tests of strength, skill, intelligence, and every attribute one would need to scheme, become a warrior, or research and craft relentlessly. She supposed that maybe her phoenix nature helped her become one of the Harbingers, but no person that met her ever doubted her capability.

It was unfortunate that she all too quickly became addicted to the power and control the organization brought, but the deep-seated version of her – one that was more devious and craving – thought it nothing but spectacular.

"Where do you think you're walking, mademoiselle?"

Manon turned her head, looking at the sharply dressed man in front of an oil company office.

The man brought the end of his decorated cane to a sign along one of the posts.

"Can you not read? It says 'no trespassing'."

Manon sighed to herself.

Not tonight.

"I'm not on your lot, monsieur, so I'll walk wherever I please."

The man looked at her with annoyance as she turned and continued down the street, not wanting any further altercation. However, her sharpened hearing could tell he was following her.

With another sigh, she turned down a small and dark sidestreet. The man followed.

When she reached the middle, she turned around to face him. He seemed momentarily surprised, but there was no point to it. She removed her gloves carefully, tucking them into her pocket. At least she was out of the Fontaine-colored clothes she would need for tomorrow's meeting.

The man began to speak, but he was quickly cut off by her clawed hand moving across his face. As she ripped and burned the man apart, she couldn't help but think of Henri.

That little fucker.

If it weren't for his interference, perhaps you could have gone to Snezhnaya together as you planned. Matured and found a place in the nation. Maybe she would still be in the Fatui, but you would be there by her side.

In her frustrations, she did not notice the witness in the street.

When she did, however, it was due to a flash going off.

What an amateur.

She quickly made her way to the figure, smashing the camera and slitting their throat before clawing away at them simply for her pleasure.

With a finalizing huff, she licked the blood from her fingers, the same craving version of her enjoying the metallic taste.

She left the street with red-covered hands, but it is not as if any person in this town was not used to the sight. Even if they weren't, nobody but those already deceased would question a Harbinger.

—

As you walked into the court to begin your day, you were greeted by the buzzing chatter of Furina. It was a normal occurrence, but something about today seemed different.

“The reports we were given said that the bodies were shredded and charred with blood sprayed across the buildings! Do you know what this means?!”

Neuvillette simply hummed as he organized a large stack of papers, yet another odd element. The cases you dealt with never required so many pieces of evidence.

When your steps began echoing through the court, the archon’s cerulean gaze was cast down onto you with surprise.

“Good morning, Minister.” the chief justice greeted.

“A lovely one to you as well,” you replied, trying to ignore the excited and piercing gaze of the “jury” on your back.

Ascending the staircase to your shared booth, your thoughts began to wander. Shredded and charred remains… the only other event displaying the same method was the murder of the hunters and Henri… all of which were murdered by none other than…

Manon.

You paused on the top of the steps, bringing Furina’s eyes to you.

But it couldn’t be… right? She had left the nation twelve years ago, and it seemed she would never be coming back.

“Where did the murders occur?” you questioned the archon as you walked to sit beside her.

“Your hometown, Mélodie des Vagues,” she replied, adjusting her own set of files on the small table between the two of you.

You froze in your seat.

The town was not only the most popular port coming in from Snezhnaya but the last place you saw her.

Anxiety caused your stomach to turn while a happy thrill caused your heart to soar.

“Our first case today will not be a trial, but rather a meeting,” Neuvillette announced.

The archon nodded as your brow raised. You were only prepared for the trials of the day, and this was the first you were hearing of a meeting.

“No need to worry, Minister. Furina has the documents you will need.” he continued. 

You settled into your seat, blood oddly racing.

The doors to the courtroom opened, and two Fatui guards entered. You kept your composure, not wanting to disturb the moment.

Two sets of heels clicked on the hard floor as golden brown hair and various blue shades came into view. You felt your heart in your fingertips as you waited.

Familiar monochrome and carmine hair appeared in a lovely deep blue, black, and silver three-piece.

You couldn’t help but bring your hand to rest on the low bar in front of you, placing your file holder to the side.

There stood Manon.

She greeted the chief justice gracefully with her coworker before turning to your booth high above.

A small gasp left you as you made eye contact with her striking gaze. Shock, sadness, and want were etched in her eyes beneath the cold exterior – something you could always view past.

Even after twelve years, she still looked as beautiful as the day you met. Likely even more.

The figure to her right tapped her arm, saying something about focusing on the task at hand. Furina opened the first file. Manon turned around.

There were so many things you wanted to say – so many conversations you needed to have. So much lost time to make up for.

Any concern for why Manon was with the Fatui faded to grey as your mind was occupied with two things.

Speak to her, and make sure she never leaves again.

[bloombird]

So I decided to try and write the toyline bots from @fembot-prompts (Kinda a way for my G1 Botbots AU since it involves toyline bots-)

The can of hair-color spray scanned around the area. No one's here, not that she cares or anything. She frankly doesn't mind it, less interruption and nagging. No one interrupts an artist.

What matters to this spray bot - Frohawk - was making this new masterpiece immediately or else she'll get an art block.

Now, an empty canvas. Somewhere impossible for other bots or humans to clean off.

The spray bot spotted a bench. Frohawk grinned.

Jackpot.

She pulls out her hand-made spray paints (It's actually just hair-color spray from herself..) and got to work. Her latest masterpiece!

Frohawk spray-painted all over the bench. Hot-pink lines were strewn all over the bench. She made several faces all painted out on the bench-

"What is going on here?"

Frohawk cursed under her breath and jumped at the voice behind her. "The hell?!"

A petite ruler bot crossed her arms. "Cursing is not allowed in this Mall."

Frohawk sagged her shoulders and groaned. "Ugh.. It's you.. Snappyhappy of the Backpack Munch or whatever-"

Frohawk didn't finish her sentence as the ruler bot quickly transformed and smacked her. She yelled in pain.

"Straighten your body! Also, you're wrong. It's Slappyhappy from the Backpack Bunch!" Slappyhappy grinned.

Frohawk sputtered out and hissed as she rubbed her face. Thank the energon storm her lens didn't crack. She growled. "What's wrong with ya?"

Slappyhappy ignored her and looked over at the painted bench. "Ooooh, what a mess you made."

"It's art." Frohawk grumbled.

Slappyhappy titled her helm curiously. "Doesn't look like it."

"Well, you interrupted me." Frohawk grabbed her spray paint. "Never interrupt an artist's work." She went on her work, a few more lines and.. She took a step back. "There. Pretty impressive, huh?"

Slappyhappy stared at the bench.

Frohawk smirked upon seeing her staring at it for a good few seconds. Slappyhappy looked at her. "That's graffiti and vandalism, not art."

Frohawk scoffed. Of course, she's like this. She walked up to her until the ruler stares up to her. "Really? How can you define art?"

"Well.. it's.."

"Art doesn't mean it have to be all 'neat' and 'orderly' and should be on a piece of paper. It's all about expressin' yourself. Gotta be a little free and creative, y'know?"

Slappyhappy was speechless at her words. She won't stop staring at her.

Frohawk grinned. "Also.. the spray paint is hard to remove on wood." She then dashed off before Slappyhappy could catch her.

[devox2564]

In Your Heart

Chapter 4: Fever

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI, masturbation, some fun Jake tension ;)

Fever by The Black Keys

Links to previous chapters:

Table of Contents

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It's been a few weeks since you arrived back in Nashville. David had moved his things out while you were still on the road and you hadn't heard from him since. When you arrived home his keys lay on the kitchen island, a painful reminder of the time you'd spent together. You felt like a ghost moving through the motions of each day but never really interacting. Even now, a few weeks removed, you still feel numb. You lay in your bed staring at the ceiling and willing yourself to get up when your phone dings.

Jake: goodmorning

This had become a habit since you'd arrived back. Jake made an effort to check up on you every few days. It was sweet, and he was going through the same shit too. You'd gotten coffee a few times, and you had started to sit in on their rehearsals when Wolfsbane wasn't occupied with writing or planning for the record.

Y/n: This is good? Damn that's disappointing.

Jake: Don't be a downer. Lunch?

Y/n: We're graduating from coffee to lunch? Things are getting serious.

You can almost see the eye roll that that comment would earn. Being friends with Jake had always been natural, but it had become almost instinct to know what he was thinking at any given moment.

Jake: I'll pick you up at 12:30

You roll yourself out of bed and down the hall towards the bathroom. The cold tiles speed you along and you quickly turn on the shower. The spray quickly steams up the bathroom as you assess your face in the mirror. Bags under the eyes? Check. Zit on the chin? Exactly where it was yesterday. Eyebrows? Could use some definite attention. It's just Jake. And although he's upgraded coffee to lunch, you decide they aren't worth any attention. Hopping in the shower you discover that your legs definitely can't be ignored. You give them a quick shave, and while you're on a roll you get your armpits too. It's been weeks since you've made any real effort to take care of yourself. 

As you reach for the shampoo you spot the small black bullet sitting on the shower ledge. Hell. You're taking care of your other basic needs anyways right? Your sex life with David had been good, loving even, but he was the kind of man that was finished when he got off (whether you got there or not). Guiding the bullet into position between your legs, you brace your free hand against the shower wall. The vibrations move through your body and burn a heat through it. Pleasing and familiar, they allow your mind to wander. The man (or men) in your fantasies were often faceless. Shaping and reshaping where you needed them. Without any real consciousness a pair of brown eyes swim in and out of this fantasy. Strong hands and long hair. A face. Jake's face. A long slow kiss and a medallion chain swaying... Jake's face?!  

You abruptly end your self care shower. Turning the vibrator off and tossing it away, bewildered. Turning the shower to cold you force yourself to stand in the spray. The icy water leaches any traces of arousal from your body. You grab your towel and step out just as your phone dings again.

 Jake: The guys want bbq

You like the message and make your way back to the bedroom. Now is not the time to be having sexual fantasies about one of your only close friends. The unwashed hair goes up into a bun and you get to work on the face. After about 15 minutes you look good enough to be seen in public. A large t-shirt and pair of jeans later and you look like you put at least a bit of an effort into your appearance. By the time you make it down to the lobby of the building it's 12:30 on the dot. 

Out on the street you see Jake parked and leaned against the hood of his car. 

"Punctual as always I see!" he yells as you walk in his direction. 

"I just couldn't stand to keep you waiting." you say, tone dripping in sarcasm.

"You look like you actually showered today." he says as he pulls you into a one armed hug. 

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that." you open the passenger side door and plop down onto the seat as he scoots into the driver's side. The scene in the shower is a distant memory. 

He starts the car and pulls out into the flow of traffic. Windows down and music blaring, the fall air rushes through the car. It is actually a nice day to be out. The two of you don't say much as Jake drives. A lot of the time you've spent together has been like this. Just sitting in silence. But you don't mind and he doesn't seem to either. Knowing you have someone in your corner is comforting enough in itself. Several minutes pass quietly and cars move around you. 

"So where are we going to eat anyway? I'm starving." you turn down the music and ask him.

"We're actually going to my house. Sam has decided he's a grill master this week and wants to show off his skills." he chuckles. 

"Interesting." you laugh and turn the music back up. "Fever" by The Black Keys is playing as you pull into his driveway. 

.....

Tabby sits next to you by the fire pit in the back yard. You have a glass in your hand that never seems to be empty. Your stomach is full and the sun is going down. It has been a spectacular day. Sam's foray into grilling had been a success (even if it was just burgers). Liz and Anika sat across from the two of you and the guys had gone inside to get more drinks. 

Just as the horizon went from deep red to purple, Jake appears with a fresh drink and relieves you of the old glass. He'd been a bit embarrassed to admit that he'd invited everyone over to get you out of the house. In his defense, it was the most fun you'd had in weeks. He settles into the open chair next to you just as the rest of the guys rejoin the group with new drinks. 

Music plays as the group sits around the crackling fire. The flames warm you just enough to cut the chill of the air. The noise of different conversations run into one another and meld with the music.

"So y/n?" Jake says to you, drawing your attention from the fire to him. 

"Yeah?" 

"Feeling better?" 

"I am. Thank you for tricking me into being here tonight." you chuckle

"What like I could stand by while my breakup buddy falls into a deep depression? I don't think so." he teases, running a hand through his hair. 

"Are you doing alright?"

"I'm doing okay. We talked for the first time the other night since we broke up and I think we're cool." his smile falters a bit.

"You think?" you press a little bit. He always want to know how you are doing but you never talk about him.

"I think she may have met someone. I didn't ask a whole lot of questions. She just apologized and asked if we could be friends." 

"At least she apologized. I deserve one too for having to babysit you afterward." you poke at him, lightening the mood a bit. 

"Hey that's not fair. You puked on my shoes at that bar." he's laughing now.

"Well then I guess we're even for both being drunk idiots." you laugh along.

You shake the ice in your cup, "I'm empty again."

"Come on, we'll go inside for a bit and get anotha" he trails off into an accent.

You follow him into the house and to the kitchen where an array of open bottles litter the counters. Sliding your glass across the granite to him, you plop onto a stool and observe as he pours. 

The rings on his hands clink against the glass and his hair falls from behind his ear and into his face. His attempt to slide the glass back to you is an utter failure. It takes a diagonal path off of the counters edge and smashes on the floor. Glass goes everywhere and you both jump up. 

"Son of a bitch." he says and laughs as he bends to pick up the larger shards. 

As you crouch down to help, you hear his breath catch. 

"Shit shit shit" the curses come out in a stream and he stands back up. 

You see the blood on his palm. It doesn't look like a deep cut but you watch the color drain out of his face as you both stand there. 

"You good?" you ask him.

"No" his answer is short and he turns his head away from his hand.

"You've got a thing with blood then?" you're trying not to laugh.

"Obviously." another short answer.

You grab a handful of paper towels and press it into his open hand. 

"Hold those to it and I'll go get a band aid." you instruct "where would those be?"

"Down the hall, first door on the right under the bathroom sink."

You go to the bathroom and find the bandages. Grabbing a few in different sizes you return to the kitchen. He looks a bit better now that he can't see the blood. Taking the paper towel from him, you can see it's already stopped bleeding. 

"Look, it's already dried up." you tell him.

He turns his head tentatively and relaxes a bit. He lets out a breath.

Taking his wrist in your hand, you open a bandage and cover the cut. Right in between the thumb and pointer finger. His fingertips are calloused from years of playing just like yours are; his hand is strong and steady even under the perceived stress. You glance up to check and make sure he's past the danger of falling out. In that moment, your eyes meet his and you become very aware of the feel of his skin in your hand.  Your faces are only a few inches apart and his eyes hold your gaze. The air between you is heavy with energy, bringing back the memory of your shower this morning. 

Your face is burning as you quickly drop his wrist and take a step back. 

"See, you're all good." you say.

He runs his hand though his hair and puts his other hand on his hip. 

"Thanks. I fucking hate blood." he replies.

"Obviously." you chuckle and bend down to clean up the rest of the mess. 

"Come on just leave it, I'll get it later." 

"Don't worry about it. Just make me a new drink." you smile at him.

....

You lower yourself back down into the passenger seat of his car. It's very very late. Behind the wheel, he cranks up his music and pulls off onto the deserted street. You can still clock a smidge of the same tension that you felt in the kitchen earlier. Listening to the music, you decide to ignore it as best you can. Things like that are fleeting anyway. You're too tired to read into it tonight. If it was any other guy, you would make a move. With Jake, things were just too uncomplicated to fuck them up overthinking. Better to not go there.

Cars pass here and there and the wind whips your hair. His playlist rolls over back into "Fever" which you've already heard once today. The last few verses of the song ring out as he pulls up to the curb in front of your building. 

"Thank you for today." you say to him as you begin to open the door.

"It's really no problem, so don't feel special or anything." he replies, plastering a grin on his face. 

"I'll talk to you later. Be careful driving back." you swing your legs out and make to get out.

He grabs your arm before you can. A shock runs across your skin and you have to make an effort not to jump. "Hey, can you meet me at the studio when you get up tomorrow? I've got some stuff I want to run by you."

"Sure, I'll bring coffee. See you tomorrow." 

"See you tomorrow."

You get out and shut the car door. You spend the elevator ride up attempting to rid your mind of any nefarious thoughts. As you lay in the bed your mind races. Right before you drift off into sleep, you resign yourself to this new discovery. You have a crush. On your best friend. On Jake. Shit.

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I had so much fun writing this chapter. Alot of the fics I read are one shots and while they are totally awesome, I really love leaning into a slower paced story. We'll get around to the fun stuff eventually ;)

I'm going to try to get on a schedule with posting. So expect a new chapter around the end of the week next week. Let me know what you think so far and thank you for reading!

-E

[sangrefae]

FFXIV WRITE 2023: DAY SEVEN (NOISOME)

link to the ao3 post for my entries | day five | day six | day eight

noisome [adjective] - offensive or disgusting, as an odor. - gen, ambiguous time between heavensward and stormblood. 474 words.

Miserable, Elinor sat in the porcelain tub fully clothed, ears flattened against his head. The slime had dried during his trek back to the Rising Stones, creating a hardened yet no less noxious shell that made it almost impossible to remove his clothing; as such, they were forced to begin the process of cleaning him with all of his armor and cloth stuck firmly to his skin.

"Did you not have anything like morbols around your village?" Inanna exclaimed, pouring various tonics and potions into the bathwater. Their astringent scent made Elinor's eyes water, though they also served to swiftly cut down the rotten stench he'd trailed into the headquarters, offering some mild amount of relief to his tormented nose.

"It was too cold," he grumbled, closing his eyes as yet another potion was handed to Remember. They uncorked it with their teeth before pouring it into the shampoo already pooled in their spoken hand, "And the roses generally stayed out of the wooded areas. They were too big to get through."

"Their breath isn't as bad as morbols, anyway," Remember added, carefully depositing the shampoo and potion mix onto Elinor's hair before starting to scrub vigorously.

"Especially not the ones in Mor Dhona," Elinor bemoaned.

All talk paused as Inanna and Remember set to dousing Elinor thoroughly in the soapy concoction, Remember massaging it into the crusted slime in his hair and on his ears as Inanna worked on de-sliming the chainmail that had been glued to his skin. Movement was painful for him because of it, though soon enough the chemicals worked their magic enough for him to lift his arms slightly, making it possible for him to begin the process of working the soap into his tail.

"The next time you decide to go looking for Hunt marks, make sure you don't do it alone," Remember reprimanded after some time, satisfied with the state of his hair and reaching for the pitcher to begin rinsing it. Inanna similarly clicked her tongue, finally freeing the last bit of chainmail from his skin and making to take it off of him.

"And move faster. Morbols definitely let you know before they spray you, and you're supposed to be a dragoon, aren't you?" she sniffed. Elinor made a noise akin to a kicked pup.

The rattling of the door alerted all three of them, Inanna and Remember's head snapping up to see who was coming in. They only caught a brief glimpse of white hair before the head retreated from the threshold, retching sounds coming from behind the wood.

"Oh, dear Heavens," the pained voice of Alphinaud floated to them. "I'll let Tataru know that it'll be a while longer."

Elinor buried his face in his hands, his embarrassed groan lost in the splashing of the bath water and both of his companion's voices rising in laughter.

[purenumb12]

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[spray-tan-aus]

Summer Ready: Achieve a Flawless Look with Spray Tan and Brazilian Waxing in Melbourne

One of the best ways to feel confident and look your best is to achieve a flawless tan and smooth skin. Today there are many options available for spray tanning and Brazilian waxing in Melbourne. Let's explore the benefits of these treatments and how they can help you achieve a summer-ready look.

Spray Tanning: The Sunless Solution

If you're looking for a safe and effective way to get a tan without the harmful effects of sun exposure, spray tan in Melbourne is the perfect solution. A professional spray tan artist will apply a specially formulated solution to your skin, resulting in a natural-looking tan that can last for several days.

Benefits of Spray Tanning:

Even and natural-looking tan: Spray tanning can help you achieve a flawless, even tan without the risk of uneven patches or sunburn.

Safe alternative to sunbathing: Unlike sun exposure, spray tanning doesn't increase your risk of skin cancer or premature aging.

Instant gratification: You can achieve a sun-kissed glow in just a few minutes, perfect for special occasions or a quick getaway.

Customizable results: Spray tan artists can tailor the colour and intensity of your tan to your desired look.

Brazilian Waxing: Smooth and Confident

Another essential treatment for a summer-ready look is Brazilian waxing. This involves removing all hair from the front and back of the bikini area, leaving you feeling smooth and confident.

Benefits of Brazilian Waxing:

Smooth and hair-free skin: Brazilian waxing provides long-lasting results, so you can enjoy smooth skin for weeks.

Increased comfort: Once the initial discomfort of the first wax wears off, subsequent waxes are typically less painful.

Boost in confidence: A Brazilian wax can help you feel more confident and comfortable in swimwear and other revealing clothing.

Reduced ingrown hairs: Ingrown hairs can be unpleasant and ugly, but they can be avoided with regular waxing.

By following these tips and choosing the right salon, you can achieve a flawless look and feel confident all summer long.

Source

[inoompaws]

What Advantages Do Cats and Dogs Gain from Using Vegan Pet Products?

Taking the finest possible care of our animal friends is a must for pet owners. Vegan pet care is becoming a more and more popular choice for grooming supplies. More pet owners are choosing goods devoid of hazardous chemicals and components derived from animals as environmentally aware living becomes more popular. Why, therefore, should you think about giving your pets vegan grooming products? This article will discuss the advantages of using vegan cat shampoo, Vegan Cat Shampoo, and a variety of other vegan dog care necessities.

For Your Feline Friend, Why Use Vegan Cat Shampoo? Cats are renowned used for their grooming routines, but irregularly they involve additional assistance. To guarantee that your cat's coat stays clean as well as silky without using harsh chemicals otherwise components produced as of animals, make use of a vegan Cat Dry Vegan Shampoo shampoo. With its soothing formula, Cat Vegan Shampoo helps decrease irritation on your cat's delicate skin. This environmentally responsible alternative encourages a healthy coat as well as a cruelty-free way of living.

How Does Vegan Dog Ear Cleaner Enhance Dog Personal Hygiene? For dogs, especially those with floppy ears, ear infections can be a usual issue. To avoid pain and infections, they must maintain clean ears. An efficient alternative devoid of artificial chemicals and animal ingredients is offered by a Vegan Dog Ear Cleaner. It removes debris and wax accumulation from the ears in a gentle manner without irritating them. This natural substitute is an excellent option for routine ear care because it is suitable for dogs with sensitive skin.

Which Vegan Dog Waterless Cleanser Benefits Are There?

Parents of active pets might not always have time for routine baths. This is the ideal situation for a Vegan Dog Waterless Cleanser. You do not require using water to freshen your dog's coat thanks to this handy solution. This cleanser is perfect for use in between baths as it gets rid of dirt as well as odors, leaving your dog smelling dirt free and fresh. It is safe enough intended for regular usage in addition to contains no hazardous substances or animal byproducts.

How Come Your Dog Should Use a Vegan Dog Fragrance Mist? Vegan Dog Scented Mist is a great choice if you want to maintain your dog smelling good without overpowering their senses. A light, revitalizing scent is added to your dog's coat by means of this cruelty-free spray. Vegan mists are complete of plant-based substances that are healthy intended for your dog as well as the environment, in contrast to synthetic sprays that can take in dangerous toxins. After grooming treatments otherwise in between walks, it is a terrific way to finish up.

What Help Can Vegan Dog Tear Stain Remover Offer for Easier-to-Remove? Especially in dog breeds by means of light-colored coats, tear stains are a characteristic problem. An ecological solution to acquire rid of these ugly stains is to use a Vegan Dog Tear Stain Cleaner. Free of dangerous chemicals as well as formulated with plant-based ingredients, it is safe to make use of near your dog's eyes. In addition to improving universal eye health, this all-natural product keeps your dog's face clear as well as irritation-free.

For the sake of your dog's coat, why is a vegan dog conditioner essential? The softness and luster of your dog's coat can be preserved by using a Best Vegan Dog Shampoo after shampooing. Conscientious pet owners can choose a cruelty-free choice because a vegan formula guarantees that no products derived from animals are utilized. Filled with nutritious plant-based ingredients that hydrate and preserve your dog's hair without irritating skin, The Best Vegan Dog Conditioner is the real deal. With this solution, dogs with sensitive or dry skin can have silky, controllable fur.

[thomascarterpd]

Laser Hair Removal: Smooth Skin, No More Shaving | LLC Cosmetic

In recent years, laser hair removal has become an increasingly common elective cosmetic operation. The hair follicles are the objective of this hair removal treatment, which employs a laser to destroy them. The skilled professionals and cutting-edge equipment at LLC Cosmetic Laser Clinics make laser hair removal a popular therapy.

Preparation For Treatment

At LLC Cosmetic Laser Clinics, a consultation with a trained laser specialist is the first stage in the laser hair removal process. The technician will evaluate the client’s skin and hair and ask about any relevant medical conditions to decide if laser hair removal is safe and effective. They’ll go over the procedure’s pros and cons, how many appointments will be necessary, and how much money you may expect to spend.

The patient will be instructed to refrain from using sun exposure, tanning beds, and any topical medications on the treatment region for a few weeks before to the treatment if they choose to go through with it. It’s also recommended that they refrain from plucking or waxing the area before laser treatment.

What Happens During The Treatment?

On the day of the treatment, the patient should arrive with clean and dry skin. The technician will apply a cool gel to the treatment area to minimise any discomfort during the procedure.

During the treatment, the technician will use a laser machine that emits a beam of light energy that is absorbed by the hair follicles. The laser’s energy is converted into heat, which damages the hair follicle and prevents future hair growth. The technician will adjust the laser’s settings to match the patient’s skin type, hair type, and colour, ensuring the most effective and safe treatment.

Post Treatment Care

After the treatment, the technician will apply a cooling spray or ice pack to soothe the treated area. The patient may experience some redness, or mild discomfort, which should subside within a few hours. The technician will provide detailed aftercare instructions, such as avoiding sun exposure, swimming, and hot tubs for a few days, and keeping the treated area clean and dry.

The number of laser hair removal sessions required depends on several factors, such as the patient’s hair type, skin type, and colour, the size and location of the treatment area, and the patient’s desired results. Generally, patients require four to six sessions, spaced several weeks apart, to achieve significant hair reduction. However, some patients may require more or fewer sessions depending on their individual circumstances.

LLC Cosmetic Laser Clinics uses advanced pain-free laser technology that is safe and effective for all skin types and hair types. Our laser machines are equipped with cooling systems that protect the patient’s skin from damage and minimise any discomfort during the treatment. Our clinic’s certified laser technicians have extensive training and experience in laser hair removal, ensuring the best possible results for patients.

Read the full article to know more about Laser Hair Removal: Smooth Skin, No More Shaving | LLC Cosmetic

[salon-and-spa]

Elevate Your Salon Experience: 40+ Must-Have Beauty Services Every Salon Should Offer

In the fast-paced world of beauty and self-care, salons play a pivotal role in providing a range of services to cater to a diverse clientele. Salons must offer a comprehensive array of beauty services that cater to every need to stay ahead in the game. Here are 40+ popular beauty services every salon must have:

Haircut and Styling: From classic cuts to trendy styles, offer a range of options to suit different preferences.

Hair Coloring: Transform looks with vibrant hues or subtle highlights.

Blowouts: Achieve smooth and voluminous hair effortlessly.

Hair Extensions: Enhance length and volume for a glamorous look.

Perms: Create lasting curls or waves for a dramatic change.

Bridal Hair and Makeup: Make brides feel special on their big day with expert styling and makeup.

Manicure: Keep nails looking polished and well-maintained.

Pedicure: Pamper feet with exfoliation, massage, and polish.

Gel Nails: Offer long-lasting and chip-resistant nail color.

Acrylic Nails: Provide durable and customizable nail enhancements.

Nail Art: Express creativity with intricate designs and patterns.

Eyebrow Shaping: Define brows to enhance facial features.

Eyelash Extensions: Add length and volume for fluttery lashes.

Eyelash Lift and Tint: Lift and darken lashes for a natural look.

Waxing: Offer hair removal services for smooth skin.

Threading: Provide precise hair removal for eyebrows and facial hair.

Sugaring: Offer a natural alternative to traditional waxing.

Facials: Address skincare concerns with customized treatments.

Chemical Peels: Renew skin with exfoliating treatments.

Microdermabrasion: Improve skin texture and tone with gentle exfoliation.

Dermaplaning: Remove dead skin cells and peach fuzz for smoother skin.

Microneedling: stimulates collagen production for firmer, more youthful skin.

Laser Hair Removal: Offer permanent hair reduction for long-lasting results.

Body Wraps: Detoxify and hydrate the skin for a radiant glow.

Massage Therapy: Relieve tension and promote relaxation with various massage techniques.

Hot Stone Massage: Enhance relaxation and alleviate muscle tension with heated stones.

Deep Tissue Massage: Target chronic muscle pain and stiffness with deep pressure.

Aromatherapy Massage: Enhance the massage experience with aromatic essential oils.

Reflexology: Stimulate pressure points on the feet to promote overall well-being.

Body Scrubs: Exfoliate and moisturize the skin for a silky-smooth finish.

Spray Tanning: Provide a safe and sunless alternative to tanning beds.

Makeup Application: Create flawless looks for special occasions or everyday wear.

Makeup Lessons: Teach clients tips and techniques for applying makeup.

Brow and Lash Tinting: Enhance natural brows and lashes with tinting treatments.

Scalp Treatments: Revitalize the scalp with nourishing treatments for healthy hair growth.

Ear Piercing: Offer safe and hygienic ear piercing services.

Paraffin Treatments: Hydrate and soften hands and feet with warm paraffin wax.

Teeth Whitening: Brighten smiles with professional whitening treatments.

Henna Tattoos: Provide temporary body art for special events and celebrations.

Male Grooming Services: cater to the grooming needs of male clients with specialized treatments.

Oxygen Facials: Infuse skin with oxygen for a refreshed and rejuvenated complexion.

Lash Lift: Enhance natural lashes by lifting and curling them upwards.

Salon Software Solutions for Hassle-Free Management

Managing a salon involves juggling various tasks, from appointment scheduling to inventory management. salon online booking software like MioSalon offers a streamlined solution to simplify salon operations. With features like online booking, staff scheduling, inventory tracking, and client management, salon owners can efficiently run their business while providing exceptional service. MioSalon's reporting and analytics tools also provide valuable insights to help salons make data-driven decisions and grow their business. Say goodbye to manual paperwork and hello to a hassle-free salon experience with MioSalon.

[bobelblogger]

Discarded

Raiders of the Lost Realm Part B

No chance, if she got one or two it wouldn't be enough, by the third or fourth they'd have her in the crosshairs, no where to run, ten rounds in each mag, Most effective at a closer range.

A ploy came to mind, wether triggered by the pistol emblem or its name, Gottvia, a landed lady who as penance for a scandal was paraded naked atop a horse around the countryside with only her hair to shield her body instead of whipping or branding, convinced the courts it was a crime to harm such a magnificent creation.

L.C took inspiration from her, quickly undoing her braid and slipping out of her top, removed her shoes and took off her socks.

Stood up slowly and called out "I know where the Obelisk Key is, I'll show you if they go free first."

L.C raised her hands even with her head as a whole line of glinting muzzles tracked her movement. 

Her glorious tan DDs bouncing in sync with swaying hips as her brown hair flowed down her middle and sides.

Thoran and Probsta both on their knees were held by a soldier with the CO standing between them, his eyes hidden behind red tint sunshades.

"I'll lead you there, you don't need them." So saying through clenched teeth, hands raised.

"Alright, you have a deal." He turned ordering them to lower weapons. Yet fingered his machete hilt.

L.C was sweating bullets closing the distance to fifteen yards as the hot tarmac baked her feet and the setting sun behind blazed her back and butt.

The lustful eyes of twenty men stared at her majestic glossy athletic body.

In that moment the shoelace holding the triggers of her guns between her armpits was tongued a rapid burst hit four in one go. The second burst hit the one holding the two as the rest regained their wits Probsta fell flat and rolled away as Thoran wrested the firearm of his captor and mowed down six more.

L.C sprinted at the CO who drew his weapon to slash Thoran, taking the empty pistol and whipped him in the throat. An audible crunch when it hit made her sure she'd broken it, his swipe faltered and cut Thoran's flight jacket sleeve through to his shoulder, shouting out in pain he stumbled spraying bullets hitting nearby canisters labeled Gift leaking the contents.

The last swipe L.C dodged as he went down, propping him up for cover while dragging the body through the captive pens L.C shot every latch off letting a stampede of fleeing jungle folk cover them as they climbed aboard Probsta's Lyun Aeroship. Her remaining pistols magazine were two bullets and empty and the extra mags were on her gun belt with her discarded clothes, but she had the Mercs machete, Probsta had a rifle as did Thoran, putting on the sunshades in a fashion pose pistols crossed over her breasts.

The machine spurred and piffed, bullets wizzed by the spinning props as labored engines roared like mighty beasts waking rang in her ears.

Thoran gave L.C his flight jacket and climbed the ladder up into the ballast regulation compartment.

Lifting off as the ground fell away and just cleared the edge of the bases fence, the sun began going down beyond the furthest hills as evening settled in. 

"We're overweight, we must gain height!" Turning around "drop spare fuel." Thoran reported.

"A slight increase in altitude, we need to lose anything--oopsy turned on the gamaphone." Probsta said.

L.C opened the gull wing hatch as a blacklisted symphony issued from the horn.

She pitched four fuel barrels out into the sky, suddenly the craft lurched left and she was hurled out the hatch by sheer luck she grasped for the last cable mooring line with her hands, holding on for life and limb screaming as the tallest trees scraped L.Cs soles they soared higher.

She tried climbing but her sweat slicked body couldn't move, up above she saw Thoran try to reach the cable halfway on the skids but was unable to, he ducked in and came back with a parachute in hand, gesturing a toss she nodded and with a light throw she caught it.

L.Cs toes clamped so tightly on the mooring ballast they cramped as her free hand tried to put the chute on.

"I've been good, I'll make an offering." It seemed the wrong deity heard her plea.

Dragged through a swarm of bugs, gross stinky guts filled glow bugs, spitting and wiping her face had barely breathed when she was pecked by a bird, then another then more and more until she pulled the chute cord tugging brutishly on her chest as she floated gingerly downwind.

"I'm never flying again, you fuckers hear me? L.C hollered at the skies, "Eat flowers and shit fertilizer you fucks!"

Far far in the distance the music from the Aeroship disappearing into the trees gave her a heading to follow.

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The right shitty part was she would have to go on foot, before long the chute snagged some branches as she dangled trying to unhook the harness.

Every single thing about this mission was bizarre and gross and whacked on so many levels it was comical to L.C.

Once she wasted enough time swinging to no effect, a drop to ground of uncertain texture below began to climb.

The cords dug her hands as she pulled herself higher then grabbed for a branch and hand over handed to a noch then hit the buckle release and nearly fell out the tree.

Something was watching her through eyes that shone white and glowed, it's silhouette form hunched with a long tail.

"My domain you have disturbed and intruded on, what is your offering to stay my fangs, nude lady?" It insisted.

"I'm not here on purpose damnit, leave me be and I'll leave your domain, I'm trying to get someplace else."

It moved from tree limb to tree limb like a wisp of mist, L.C rifled through the jacket for any trinkets or tools or crucially a fucking knife, just a photograph of some bimbo naked in a pond curled up like a little bitch.

"I asked the nude lady a question, if places were reversed I would answer less a bad outcome be delivered."

"Take the jacket and let me leave unmolested, do we have a deal?" L.C removed her only covering holding it out.

"Nude lady looks quite fetching, leave it on the branch, use the vine to descend tree." It indicated with its eyes.

'Fuck this shit, fuck this prick, just grab the vine to the ground and Amelia's your aunt get to the Doc.'

Making the jump quickly wrapped the jacket around the vine and slid down until the sloshy murk met her feet, made for the light fading through the trees, "Game on bitch." She mocked.

"I'll rip that thing from your quivering corpse when I get my fangs on you!" Not far behind the voice shrieked.

She had no alternative, as only a person running for their life could L.C hauled ass like it was on fire, spidered up a rooty rock ridge which went awry after she reached a handhold and wretched her wrist on it. "Fathersucker!"

L.C didn't hear any snaps of twigs or rustle of leaves afterward and that spooked her more, looking back swore she glimpsed a faint twinkle of white that disappeared.

Checking her jacket pockets once more in a mad hope for a fucking lighter or a fucking knife.

As her legs ached and lungs heaved, before her a long ravine just beyond with a sullen orange and black stripe skinned bra band and loin clothed silver white haired female sitting crossed legged on the only tree trunk over the consuming abyss, a flute lay on her lap, moreover her big ears took form like a bat or bear, a white tip tail whipped around behind her in a blur of movements.

L.C made a step and a half forward with trepidation and watched the hybrid lick her lips and yawn up to the sky.

"Ah Muna, up earlier than normal, maybe she's feeling month pains as well, we all get them, a curse forced upon us."

"I've wondered what it would be like, such a tranquil place to live and have a life, only take food and my instrument."

"How lonely must she be, only meet Solas on passing days, they part and wait until they meet once more."

The last thing L.C wanted was to set this chick off until she found out if she was alone, talk is worth life.

"Do you like the top or bottom, it makes no difference to my sisters, they've taken their fill on this day." The alurring minx asked and stated.

L.C shrugged.

Taking her silence as submission, uncrossed her legs while swapping the flute to her left hand, sniffing the air.

"I'm partial to being the rider rather than the ridden myself, taking in the smells and sounds as a sensual snack."

As she spoke an odor began to tickle L.C's nose as her senses grew sluggish and her thoughts muddled.

"My mate would blindfold me to seek him by ear playing his flute, sometimes only by nose and his aroma." She began to fidget more and her eyes widened, her tail flared as she stood up and took two steps forward also.

"You want to hear a song about lovemaking." Brought the flute to her lips began playing and seductively swaying.

L.C shook her head and turned away so as to non verbally answer, honestly the tune sounded pretty but she really didn't have time for this and really why would she with an injury and no compass or map to find the way.

"Not very conversational, well in any event you don't have much in the way of looks unlike me, still you'll suffice."

"Why does everything inhabiting this overgrown zoo want to fight or fuck me, let me pass," She tiredly voiced.

"You come where the wild live you come to get wild." She tossed the flute and adjusted her bra band.

"No, I won't let this be over, you want to pass this ravine and I want a wrestling match, savvy?"

L.C's gut grumbled rubbing her wrist which had swollen in size, the options fewer so took a fencing stance.

"They call me Smallfang, what is your go by tall, tan, tited interloper." She stated giddily smirking. "L.C." she replied.

Right as they locked limbs a slithering feeling went up her spine and overcame her senses as the world darkened.

Awake to find herself on the tarmac at sunset amid her own heartbeat and sounds of muttered insults. Before she could move they had her by the arms as she knelt nude among the toadskin camo clad company, trousers and skivys pulled from the waist down, hard cocks of varying sizes and shades met her eye level, dirt marred her tits and face, her plan had seemly failed, they had her and no one was coming, the circle parted to allow the CO through, his head shaved into a stubble cut drew attention to the left ear which seemed partly bitten off, red tint sunshades covered his eyes and brows leaving a crooked nose thick mustache and wide toothy smile to convey his smug asshole expression.

"We want you to star in a short film, title pending all you need to do is obey commands and you'll still draw breath."

A reel cinematic camera and tripod was brought out with the scene set she knew what they wanted.

Fed her lines L.C reluctantly gave a show finger tracing her tatas and biting her lip with a purr swaying and turning her head as each made use of her mouth while her hands juggled balls while more jerked off into her hair across her back and ass while the orally pleased spilt over her chin and boobs as she licked and suckled, hummed and swallowed, the bitter taste made her sick as it seemed to go on and on with more pushing her onto all fours she felt her whole being ache with shame and deep inside a caged whorish lust was let loose, the whole company rigorously reamed her anus and vale with untempered vigor, she only came once and it was from the rearward attentions of a very husky merc that held her ears, rubbing them simultaneously with his long thrusts timed to her own, wailing moans of abject defeat and fulfillment undulating from her throat like roars.

Long after two reels worth of footage was left to lay languidly leaking love liquid as each dropped a coin by her prone form, she wasn't returned her clothing or footwear, they each held a piece of it, returned to her feet and hared her spanked tush into the bush amid a choir of jeers and taunts, a trail of muddled viscous goo left behind.

As L.C came to from the dream or vision or reality ripped a huge fart as Kittycat sat atop her bent over her vale.

"Yuck nasty cur, right in my mouth!" Smallfang sputtered and recoiled from L.C as she yelped in disgust.

Taking hold of and locked the stunned femme feline in a choke began massaging her ears with a steady rhythm.

"Yeah well trick or treat smell my queef." She mocked and tightened her legs in a vice of horny heat.

Struggle as she may L.C could tell the catress was getting weaker from the smell the pressure on her throat and the endogenous rubbing between her ears. "Say auntie." She squeezed " Say it, say your beaten."

"Mmmm never....rather....die....oh white....tiger....forgive....me....au....aun....auntie." tapped her palm on L.C's knee, submitting.

The sphere in the sky bled, or scientifically turned sanguine as it climbed higher up, Smallfang sat up and purred.

"Now, lead me to the site of my choice then go your own way." L.C stood over her and sternly intoned, letting her stiff Thoran's jacket who crossed the ravine and led her into the blood moonlit jungle.

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Once Smallfang located the wrecked craft, L.C inspected the pilot compartment that separated from the main body and nearly deflated aerobag by a wide stretch, the seat still had its chute most likely they rode it down, A cluster of red dots on the headrest and panel alarmed her; 'who's blood was it, where were they, what could she do?'

Yowling had her turn around a split second later to more noises filling the breeze as yet more denizens of this perilous ponderous place made themselves known, Smallfang a did a somersault off her rocky perch and landed on fours then scurried inside, sniffing the chair led L.C to the chartbox a map wasn't in it but a stack of aerial photos were, denoting targets of priority in G bombing runs, along with two codebooks written in Trishian script.

Curious but realizing her time was running out stuffed the books in into her jacket and followed her catracker on the trail of smells, for what seemed a brief eternity until they heard gunfire and flashes in the night.

"It is here we must part ways, I can say it's been fascinating." Smallfang bowed and sprinted off back into the dark.

Within closer view the moon's glow cast her shadow in the line of sight from the force she judged was her own.

Elephants, monkeys, raptors and bears lay dead near circled colonial corpsmen and six dozerollers, upon which the red with purple clawed banner blew in the wind, the Doctor sat amid and without her helmet for the first time L.C noticed the burn across her forehead down her cheek on the left side.

"Crafton, you're extremely late, I though you dead, have you got the tablet halve in your possession?"The Doc ordered.

The homing function on the android should've activated and brought the item. "Its with the android" L.C admitted.

From the dark a feminine form with torn flight gear stumbled into the clearing as from another direction the hunched hairy form of Beth-Butha-Betha and the limp body of the Jace unit and with her the tablet,

"Just hold it, don't shoot her she's friendly,