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Packaging Gels Well with Nichrome

Complications can be considered commonplace in the pharmaceutical packaging industry. Pharmaceutical compounds are gen    erally immensely sensitive to temperature changes and exposure to the elements like light or air. Without safe and effective packaging, medicines can be rendered completely useless or even toxic. In the case of medicinal products, another vital element of the packaging is the provision of important medicinal information to consumers.

According to several market reports, the pharmaceutical packaging industry is projected to grow at a Compounded Annual Growth Rate (CAGR) of 7.4% between 2022 and 2031 – reaching an estimated size of $178.8 billion by 2031.

Factors that are spurring the growth of the pharmaceutical packaging market include an increasing preference for single-dose packaging, an increase in drug development across the board, and the growth of pharmaceutical e-commerce platforms.

Some of the major challenges for the pharmaceutical packaging industry are:

●    Handling and transportation

●    Preservation of medicinal properties

●    Providing statutory information on the packaging

●    Adhering to international standards

●    Preventing counterfeit products

Important considerations for Gel Packaging

Gel packaging includes the packaging of viscous products such as toothpaste, facial creams, skin creams, ointment, silica gel, and lotions.

The most crucial aspect of gel packaging is the containment and protection of the gel from all possible contamination. Gel packaging needs to be leakage-proof and resistant to tears, snags, and piercings.

Gel packaging is generally lined with a film to ensure that the gel is contained in addition to ensuring packaging integrity by the creation of a barrier between the packaging material and the product. Foodstuffs and similar consumable gels need to be packed with care to ensure the anti-microbial properties of the packaging materials.

Flexible packaging in formats like sachets, tubes, and pouches is generally used for gels and related viscous products – with added protection from rough handling provided by the use of outer packaging like boxes. Flexible packaging for gels is preferred because of its ‘squeezability’ – the gels can be easily dispensed from the packet by squeezing, thereby maximizing the amount of usable product, offering great value for money for consumers, and leading to less wastage of the product.

Gels come under viscous products and are hence suitable for the full range of packaging types. Whether they are packed using a shampoo filling machine, ointment tube filling machine, ointment filling machines, toothpaste tube filling machine, or plastic tube filling machine – and packed in bottles, tubes, sachets, or pouches – gels need to be well-protected and easily dispensable by consumers.

Nichrome’s Gel Packaging solutions

Nichrome possesses a plethora of gel packaging solutions – including a range of HFFS packaging machines with cutting-edge, linear technology from Europe. Nichrome’s HFFS series is versatile and is designed for the packaging of a wide range of powders, grains, snacks, liquids and viscous products like gels with the use of different fillers. This series also brings with it a variety of pouch formats with more attractive pouch aesthetics.

Nichrome’s HFFS machines are PLC based and have touch screen interfaces. Their compact and versatile design allows for both single and perforated single and perforated chains of pouches while keeping the changeovers quick and easy. Duplex models configured for higher outputs are also available.

Nichrome’s HFFS Gel Packaging Machines

1.   T-110: This is a versatile machine that can be used for a number of packaging applications such as powders, granular products, viscous products or gels and free-flowing liquids.

The wide range of pouch formats that this machine can pack includes 3 side seal, 4 side seal, 4 side seal with V notch, Contour pack, Stand-up pack, Stand-up with zipper, Twin, Spout, Euro slot, and Handle formats.

Specifications:

Volume: Simplex: 1 – 60 cc

              Duplex: 1 – 20 cc

Rated output: Simplex: 110 packs/min

                        Duplex: 220 packs/min

Pack Size range:

Simplex:

Min pack size (WxL) mm: (30×30) x 1 mm

Max pack size (WxL) mm: (110×130) x 1 mm

Duplex:

Min pack size (WxL) mm: (30×30) x 2 mm

Max pack size (WxL) mm: (65×130) x 2 mm

2.   T-140: This is another versatile machine in Nichrome’s range of HFFS machines that can pack a variety of products including powders, granular products, viscous products or gels and free-flowing liquids.

This machine can pack in a broad range of pouch formats such as the 3 side seal, 4 side seal, 4 side seal with V notch, Contour pack, Stand-up pack, Stand-up with zipper, Twin, Spout, Euro slot and Handle formats.

Specifications:

Volume: Simplex: 5 – 250 cc

              Duplex: 5 – 90 cc

Rated output: Simplex: 100 packs/min

                       Duplex: 200 packs/min

Pack Size range:

Simplex:

Min pack size (WxL) mm: (70×100) x 1 mm

Max pack size (WxL) mm: (140×200) x 1 mm

Duplex:

Min pack size (WxL) mm: (50×100) x 2 mm

Max pack size (WxL) mm: (70×200) x 2 mm

3.   T-170: The last but not the least machine in Nichrome’s T Series of HFFS machines is the T-170. Like the other machines in the series, this machine can pack a diverse variety of products that include powders, granular products, viscous products or gels and free-flowing liquids.

It can pack in an array of packaging formats including 3 side seal, 4 side seal, 4 side seal with V notch, Contour pack, Stand-up pack, Stand-up with zipper, Twin, Spout, Euro slot and Handle formats.

Specifications:

Volume: Simplex: 90 – 1000 cc

Rated output: Simplex: 45 packs/min

Pack Size range:

Simplex:

Min pack size (WxL) mm: (80×130) x 1 mm

Max pack size (WxL) mm: (170×270) x 1 mm

Tailored Packaging Solutions for Specific Gel Filling Machines in Bangladesh

Shampoo

Key Challenges:

Maintaining the viscosity of the shampoo during packaging

Preventing contamination and leakage

Providing user-friendly dispensing solutions

Nichrome Solution:

Nichrome’s HFFS packaging machines ensure airtight sealing to maintain the shampoo’s quality and provide a variety of pouch formats for consumer convenience.

Lotion

Key Challenges:

Preserving the lotion’s texture and properties

Offering aesthetic and travel-friendly packaging

Nichrome Solution:

Nichrome’s versatile machines deliver customized formats like stand-up pouches with zippers, ensuring secure and attractive packaging.

Hair Gel

Key Challenges:

Preventing product drying and leakage

Offering precision in portioning

Nichrome Solution:

Nichrome’s gel filling machines in Bangladesh provide sachets or spout pouches for controlled dispensing and airtight packaging to prevent contamination.

Ointment

Key Challenges:

Maintaining sterility and avoiding contamination

Ensuring precise portion control for medical use

Nichrome Solution:

Nichrome’s advanced ointment filling machine called the HFFS machines delivers sterile, tamper-proof packaging solutions in various formats like tubes or small sachets.

Liquid Soap

Key Challenges:

Preventing spillage during transport

Offering sustainable and refill-friendly packaging

Nichrome Solution:

Nichrome’s packaging machines produce stand-up spout pouches, which are ideal for liquid soaps, ensuring easy usage and minimal wastage.

Toothpaste

Key Challenges:

Retaining the product’s consistency

Providing durable packaging for long-term storage

Nichrome Solution:

Nichrome’s machines create laminated, leakage-proof tubes or pouches to maintain toothpaste quality over time.

Hair Wax

Key Challenges:

Preventing product melting or deformation

Providing compact and durable packaging

Nichrome Solution:

Nichrome’s flexible solutions ensure compact and robust packaging for hair wax in various formats like small jars or sachets.

Conclusion

Get connected with Nichrome for your requirements in ointment filling machine – particularly if you’re on the lookout for a reliable packaging machine supplier in Bangladesh. Nichrome has a legacy of supplying more than 200 packaging machines to producers in Bangladesh and brings a track record of over four decades as a leading packaging machine supplier in Bangladesh. Nichrome has invested in strong collaborations with global players in the pharmaceutical packaging machines industry for the provision of the latest-gen technology to Bangladeshi pharmaceutical companies. Nichrome’s offerings in the pharmaceutical packaging industry come with features like low contamination rates, tamper-proof designs, sterile processing and the promise of hygiene and safety.

Whether you are considering a filling and packaging machine, silica gel packing machine, ointment tube filling machine, shampoo filling machine, or a liquid filling machine in Bangladesh – Nichrome has the right offering for your specific application. Among non-food packaging, As a top packaging machine supplier in Bangladesh, Nichrome also offers solutions like blister packaging machines, liquid filling sealing machines, pharma liquid filling machines, and pouch packing machines for a wide range of industries. Visit bangladesh.nichrome.com for further information!

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Chicken wings| Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

Summary: A small forgetfulness forces you to have to turn to Kylian to buy you some things, without knowing the confusion it will create.

Warnings: English is not my first language, and I got the inspiration through various TikToks that had been in my fyp. 

You had been grappling with menstrual cramps for weeks, but recent stress had sidelined them from your attention. At work, tensions were high with the onset of the new summer season and negotiations with prominent designers to boost sales. Additionally, your impending departure from the country with Kylian had triggered a flurry of packing at home, as you prepared to store away memories and swiftly transform your new residence into a comfortable haven. Despite your financial ease, you couldn't avoid the tedious task of deciding which items should remain in Paris until the season's end – your computer and attire for scheduled advertising campaigns – and what to leave behind until you settled into your new abode.

The flurry of events had caused you to overlook purchasing a box of pads and tampons. Since childhood, your periods have been lengthy but thankfully not too painful. Knowing the possibility of your period's imminent arrival, you understood the importance of being prepared to prevent any unwanted mishaps.

As you woke up this morning and felt something slick between your legs, you immediately grasped what had occurred. Hastily, you rose to prevent any further mess, relieved to find the pristine white linen sheets on your bed untouched. Seizing the opportunity while Kylian was at training, you swiftly changed them and tossed them into the washing machine. Despite their cleanliness, the lingering discomfort prompted you to make the switch.

After completing all these tasks, you made your way determinedly to the bathroom within the master bedroom, only to gasp at the realization of your oversight. You had forgotten to purchase your feminine hygiene products, leaving you feeling almost resigned to waiting until Kylian returned from training and noticed the situation. Yet, barely fifteen minutes had elapsed before you acknowledged the impossibility of remaining idle for so long.

You reached for your phone in an attempt to reach out to some friends, but they were all occupied with work or away from Paris. You even tried contacting your mother-in-law, attempting to downplay the situation due to the embarrassment it caused. However, Fayza had to inform you that she couldn't assist you, as she was attending Ethan's match. Despite her willingness to come over if necessary, you didn't want her to miss her youngest son's game. Grateful for her offer, you politely declined before ending the call and opting to message your partner instead.

You were aware that he likely wouldn't check his phone until an hour later, once training was over, especially if they had an early session that day. So you began composing the message, struggling with how to phrase it, as every attempt seemed too embarrassing. You and Kylian were quite close, but you had never asked him to purchase a box of sanitary pads for you. You were almost certain he hardly knew the model or brand you preferred, as you kept them tucked away in the same cupboard where various soaps and spare shampoos were stored, along with his beard shaver—items he typically paid little attention to. After much contemplation, you settled on this message:

"Hey baby, I forgot there were no pads and tampons left. Can you stop by the supermarket after training to buy tampons and pads with wings. Thank you so much, je t'aime".

You waited anxiously, attempting to distract yourself by experimenting with various nail polishes that had been sent to you for collaboration—an opportunity you hadn't yet had time to explore. "Make the most of the time" you reminded yourself, striving to find a silver lining in the situation. However, your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a notification from your partner: "Perfect, darling, I've just finished. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of the door opening and footsteps ascending the stairs caught your attention. Yet, it was the soothing tone of your boyfriend's voice that truly lifted your spirits, pulling you from your reverie. Politely, he sought permission to enter before gently presenting you with the pads and tampons he had purchased, his greeting marked by a tender kiss. With a considerate gesture, he then exited the bathroom, affording you some privacy. Though accustomed to seeing each other unclothed countless times before, he intuited your desire for a moment to freshen up and alleviate the mild discomfort you were experiencing.

You were surprised to find wingless pads, but you guessed that Kylian might not have been able to find them and felt too awkward to inquire about their whereabouts or your preferred brand. After a lengthy, soothing shower and making yourself comfortable, you made your way to the living room, relieved to finally stand up. There, you found your boyfriend flipping through TV channels in search of something engaging to watch. His expression suggested he was having trouble finding anything appealing, so your arrival seemed to brighten his mood.

"Everything alright, mon amour?" asked your boyfriend as he tried to decipher your expression.

"Yes, thank you very much, darling," you replied as you settled down next to him on the couch.

"I was surprised you asked for wings, as you usually hate greasy food when you have your period. But I left the bag defrosting, assuming that's what my girl would like for lunch," he explained as he snuggled into your arms.

You tried not to laugh, but you couldn't help it when you realized how confused Kylian had been. Your sudden startled reaction prompted him to ask, "What's wrong, sweetie? You're scaring me."

You felt embarrassed, knowing that Kylian wouldn't let the topic go until you explained. So, reluctantly, you decided to address it.

"Sweetheart, I didn't ask for chicken wings, I asked for pads with wings. But it's okay, honey, the wingless pads worked just the same," you explained, trying to downplay the situation.

"What? I'm so sorry, I thought you were asking me for three things, I wasn't quite sure where..." But you interrupted him with a kiss because you knew it wasn't either of your faults.

"It's all right, Kyky. Let's look on the bright side - we already have food for today."

OMGGG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT. I know that this story is shorter than usual but it was the best I could do in the amount of time I had. Remember that requests are open in case you want to send any ideas but dw cuz I got a lot of ideas written down for when I have more time.

❤️❤️❤️

[strawberrynightmare]

Mikey, Nahoya, Senju & Hanma on a school trip

Mikey

~Only came because you came.

~Probably overslept and the whole bus had to wait for him because he was either late or almost late, it depends on how angry you sound through your text. 

~He’s not a loud companion, since he’ll be asleep like 70% of the time, the rest would be eating and chatting with you. So it’s not bad unless you were counting on talking with him more or you don’t like him resting his head on your shoulder.

~Sits in the middle of the bus, but closer to the back where his buddies are. Still, a bit further so that the noise they make is not right behind you. If the teacher doesn’t allow eating inside, he’s the first to ignore them. Not that anyone listens, but before your poor teacher can even finish the sentence, they get interrupted with the noise of him opening a bag of crisps. As they repeat themselves, he looks them dead in the eye and eats it. 

~Doesn’t cause as much trouble as one would think. When he's bored, he might tend to doze off and the group might accidentally lose him, so if you decide to take his hand in yours as a preventative measure, he’ll suddenly get into a wonderful mood.

~During free time, he lets you drag him around as you wish, hell, he’ll follow you around whether you suggest it or not. But he’ll demand that you visit a cafe/vending machine/restaurant every hour or less. If you don’t want to go and suggest that you just split, he’d be so offended. Like how dare you-

~Will literally pull out the offended gumball

~But aside from that, he doesn’t have any special wishes so it’s up to you where you go. 

~If you’re going into the mountains for a part of the trip, he’ll be extremely dissatisfied, but at the same time, he’d be having no difficulties. If you end up having them, he’d laugh at you for a minute, but he’ll effortlessly help you in any trouble. God forbid someone else mocks you though, because he’d be ready to push them down the slope. 

~Does not listen to the tour guide to save his life. The moment they start speaking, he turns his face to you or any of his friends and starts talking, completely deaf to the teacher’s reminders. 

~If you have a different gender than him, then you won’t be able to sleep in the same room in the hotel. However, that doesn’t mean you won’t be spending time together, because he’d absolutely drag you to his or invite himself into yours until he gets kicked out by the teachers. 

~He would 100% be the type to get up at 2am with the sole purpose of making himself some jelly and accidentally wake up his roommates.  

~But at the same time, he’d probably only pack the basics of the basics like a shirt and pants, toothbrush and shampoo. The rest of his suitcase would be filled with food. So he may or may not end up wearing some shirt or hoodie of yours if it happens to be big enough. 

~Only takes photos if there’s something really worth keeping in his memory forever, like the view from a high mountain you just climbed, a beautiful aquarium with stingrays and sharks, y/n’s sleeping face, mysterious dungeon of mediaeval ruins, y/n’s amazed face-

~Not very enthusiastic about going souvenir shopping, but the moment you enter the shop, he’s in five places at once, pointing at everything that catches his eye and buys at least a half of it. 

~But then ends up attached to this stuff and only gives it to his friends and family two months later after he got bored with it. -.-

Nahoya

~You might run into him and his brother while they shop for stuff for the trip and then you’ll get dragged to accompany them, which is nice because you’ll be able to get your own shopping done while being able to get opinions from someone else.

~He doesn’t have much issue with packing and arriving on time. He’ll be there maybe a few minutes before the departure. But he’s 100% one of the menaces in the back and aims to get the seats in the back so that you and his brother can sit together. He’s willing to beat up someone if there’s a need. 

~He’s not particularly loud if the situation doesn’t call for it. He’ll especially tone down if either you or Souya are asleep.

~You’re eating a full course meal over there, cause even if there aren’t small tables attached to the seat, there’s more space than if there were only the two of you, which gives you the opportunity to trade food even better.

~Most of the time passes by telling each other stories from your life, chatting, chilling, bickering or just doing your own thing. His grin is even bigger because he secretly likes how close you are but I dunno if you would cause his hair would probably tickle you a bit

~Kinda like Mikey, he barely acknowledges the presence of teachers and just does his own thing. Maybe if the tour guide manages to catch his interest? I imagine he’d perk up at a mention of some dark local legends or a famous battle happening nearby and the guide would glance at this grinning guy when he explained more gruesome details and visibly sweat

The guide: 👀

 Nahoya: 😁

~When it comes to free time, along with his brother he’d want to try a local ramen shop. Aside from that, everything is up to you. Even if you passed the shop that caught your eye like an hour ago. Doesn’t matter. Better than standing there doing nothing. 

~So you set out for an adventure and it all went well until you encountered some delinquents who seemed to have beef with your boyfriend. They were shouting something about him beating them up in the 2nd grade and then he beat them up again. 

~And you managed to find the adorable souvenir shop you were looking for! Great! Now find the way back to the meeting spot.

~When it comes to more physical activities, everyone will think that Nahoya is having a blast on the mountain trail, considering his wide smile. But only you and his brother will be close enough to hear the constant bouquets of curses coming like sparks from between his clenched teeth.

~In the hotel… It’s not much different from others. It’s either you or them who absolutely forget about having their own room if you have opposite genders. Nahoya will shamelessly get his suitcase into your room and make himself comfortable there, going as far as putting his clothes into the wardrobe and his toothbrush on the sink (gets kicked out either by your roommates or by the teachers)

~Would probably hold you from behind with his head on your shoulder while you mind your own business if he’s quite tired, if not, you can always play games and chat or a legendary pillow fight might occur. You never know. 

~As for zoo time, I feel like he’d spent a lot of time with the monkeys ‘cause he liked how fun they were. But then you probably dragged him to the flamingo exhibit to compare the colours and make fun of him like “look, I finally see where you got your inspiration for hair colour from” and then you had to make a run for it. 

~Loses his shit in the butterfly house over butterflies constantly landing on his hair. There were so many of them thinking that his afro was some kinda flower, at some point, he just gave up. And you got the once-in-a-lifetime chance to take a photo like this, it probably ended up as your wallpaper. 

~You spend the ride back reviewing the photos you took, comparing the souvenirs and rating the best and worst moments. 

~I am defending with my life that they are probably some of the funniest people to be around.

Senju

~She’s the kind of a person who’s so excited she’s already packed two weeks prior and takes you shopping for food, mosquito repellent, wet tissues and other things that might come in handy. Although she’ll also try to buy all kinds of unnecessary stuff so it’s up to you to stop her. Or not, but then she’ll need not a single suitcase, but at least two. 

~One of the earliest to arrive because she just couldn’t contain herself. Gets on the bus and saves a seat for you. Also sits near the back, but doesn’t mind sitting closer to the front if you want to. Or, if her dear brothers slow things down, she might be a bit late and very dissatisfied about it. 

~You spend the ride mostly chatting or playing some travel games with her. On the stops, she drags you to explore the gas station and the area nearby, even though there’s rarely anything to see.  During these few hours of the ride, you have plenty of time to catch up on everything you might have forgotten to say or even watch a movie/serial together. And you’d do that cute couple thing with sharing the earphones <3

~Basically jumps out of the bus the moment you’re at the destination. Although she barely listens to the guide, she has literal stars in her eyes when looking around the unknown city and constantly asks the adults about when the free time will be. 

~And when it comes, she’ll go with you wherever you want first and then, you guessed it! She’ll drag you around the whole place but somehow won’t get lost. Idk how. And when it’s time to go back, your friends will be like, “We went to a cafe and then bought some souvenirs” and then you’d be like “We went shopping, found an amusement park, went on a rollercoaster ride, ate cotton candy,  then went on a cruise where we befriended a guy who had his birthday today so we gave him some of our souvenirs and he invited us to his birthday party so we went there, ate some cake and met senju’s brother’s friend’s cousin who offered us a ride back here. So here we are”

~And she didn’t even get tired after all of that. The stamina.

~If you get to share a room, prepare for everything, cause you won’t be getting any sleep at all. Face masks! Movies! Games! Gossip! Snacking! Cuddles! There’ll be a little bit of everything so you sure as hell won’t be bored even for a minute. 

~Refuses to acknowledge the fact that she has her own bed. When the teachers come to see if everyone’s in their beds, she’ll lay in hers, but 0,0001sec after they’re gone, she’s climbing into yours and clinging to you. 50/50 chances that you might fall from the bed in the middle of the night. 

~In the zoo, it’s similar to the city, she’s running everywhere. And when I say running, I mean RUNNING. Because the place is big, and there’s not enough time to see everything, so she figured out that the faster you move, the more you see. 

~Photo booth! She’s dragging you to the first one she sees but cannot choose the background she wants so she ends up going for several and they all have her making stupid faces. 

~And yes, she’s buying LOTS of souvenirs. Honestly, it’s so hard not to get infected with her enthusiasm at some point. Until the exhaustion hits, that is.

~She’s a bit calmer in places such as museums or galleries. It’s kinda cute to watch her stare at a modern painting, trying to make sense of it. She’s absolutely touching everything, though. Even if it’s not allowed, she’ll find a way to touch it so that no one sees. And if it’s some kind of “touch everything” exhibit? You’re sure as heck she IS going to touch every. single. thing. 

~Too tired to be sad it’s over. Asleep for most of the ride back.

Hanma

~Like Mikey, only going because you’re going. Can come off unprepared at first glance, but it’s not like he needs “all of this mess” in the first place as he put it. He didn’t take any coat, cuz he rarely gets cold. Didn’t take mosquito repellent because they barely bother him. Didn’t take sun cream cause he rarely gets burnt etc etc. He probably “accidentally” didn’t take his hair brush either, cuz he remembered that one time you said he looked hot with messy hair. 

~Shows up JUST IN TIME. Like, you’re standing there, worrying that he’s almost late and he suddenly appears behind you, putting his hands on your eyes with a “guess who~ ❤️”.  Doesn’t like sitting near the window for some reason and insists that you take it. Biggest menace in the back, probably does the thing where he puts down his back seat annoying the hell outta the person behind him. 

~Mostly passes the ride by annoying others, singing/blasting most random songs, chatting, eating and grinning smugly when you fall asleep on his shoulder. 

~The moment he gets off the bus, you know that nothing good’s gonna happen from the way he stretches, looks around and grins at you. During the city tour, he’s mostly on his phone and only ever speaks to annoy the adults. They probably made him walk in front right next to them because they were so fed up with him after he went to buy a funny hat while no one was looking. You were actually standing in place because the guide was talking about something + the pace was rather slow, so he would most likely get away with it, had the teachers not decided to count the students at that exact time. You tried texting him, but it was too late.”

~In the end, he managed to free himself saying that you’ll keep an eye on him and they bought it since they were absolutely fed up with Hanma’s babbling after an hour or so. 

~Bro is LONG so physical activities are no biggie for him. He likes a challenge and if you have a problem, he’ll make fun of you (he’s literally ready to carry you on his back if there’s a need) until it comes to squeezing in between the rocks. Suddenly, he’s not so amused anymore while having to constantly duck, squeeze his shoulders and crawl. 

~Is dead set on ruining every photo you take. You never see it coming either. You want him to take a photo of you with a beautiful panoramic view behind you? Sure! He’ll even instruct you to move a bit and then right before taking a photo, he’ll tell you a hilarious joke or a funny situation from his life and then takes the ugliest shot of your face you have ever seen and refuses to delete it then as you get back he has it printed, framed and hung in his room (you throw it away the moment you come over and see it) or when you just want to take a selfie and he appears from nowhere in dumb sunglasses and even dumber smile the very moment you take it. 

~You’d think he’d be more enthusiastic during free time, but he doesn’t really have anywhere he wants to go and just follows you around. Ah yeah, you forgot that all of the time is free time for him. That being said, he’s chill most of the time, maybe suggests a bar if it looks cool enough. He’d pull you into a side alley for an intense make out session for shits and giggles.

~Another one to camp in your hotel room. Or even better, he’ll drag you to his own entirely so that he can go shower saying that he’ll be back in a second only to come out with wet hair and only a towel around his waist to see your reaction.

~You’d probably play some fun games together or watch something while commenting on it and cuddling. And no, he does not care about his disgusted roommates. He is going to latch himself onto you no matter the position you sit/lay in. 

~Probably tried to sneak into your room after bed hours. Like, legit opened the window in his (if we’re talking about ground level rooms) after the teachers checked everything and got his roommates to cover for him and say that he’s in the bathroom while he texted you to open yours and sneaked in to sleep with you. He probably got away with it as well. 

~He’d absolutely want to feed the piranhas in the zoo. Like, he’d watch the worker with shiny eyes and torment them until they let him even if it’s not exactly allowed. Same goes for feeding the goats and petting the horses. He’d be jumping over fences and running from security but he’s absolutely petting everything that’s pettable. 

~Starts screaming when he reads on a terrarium label about a “mountain chicken” and there’s a frog inside. Goes as far as to bother random strangers and ask them whether they see a chicken or a frog. 

~Probably got bitten by a llama.

[withlovenavi]

thinking about pro!tsukishima who comes home exhausted after a full week of working on the museum in the mornings and practice in the afternoons. that time of the year is the worst with both jobs packing up with more and more responsibilities and matches coming.

in a particular day, he feels like he’s going to explode. five groups of kids coming to the museum gives him the biggest headache, and then he has to deal with his annoying coworker complaining of his lack of enthusiasm and politeness with the kids. tsukishima likes kids but not others kids.

it doesn’t get better in practice. his blocks aren’t good enough to stop the ball, his serves are sloopy and he has to hit several times. two of his teammates gets into a fight. not in a cute love quarrel like hinata and kageyama used to but in an actual hatred argument that forces the coach to bench them for the next match.

so when he finally goes home, he is exhausted.

“i’m home.”

weirded out by the lack of reply, he goes inside home. and then he hears a childish laugh together with some splashes and a more mature laugh from the second floor. inmediately tsukishima smiles.

going two step at the time on the stairs, all exhaustation away, tsukishima rushes to the bathroom.

while tsukishima takes care of the house and takashi in the mornings, every afternoon tadashi goes to the daycare and have a nice father-son time. that usually ends with tadashi having to put on their clothes in the washing machine and an hour-bath.

and that's how he finds them: tadashi and takashi fighiting with some dinosaurs toys. takashi still has shampoo in his head and tadashi was completly soaked. both of his boys smiling and laughing.

tsukishima can go throgh hell outside his house but only because he knows he'll find his personal heaven at home.

[deafeninggalaxycandy]

✨️NICHOLE DANIELS HEADCANONS✨️

trigger warning: slight mentions of racism (she lives in south park, did u rlly think I'd ignore the obvious?)

• Nicole Amber Daniels

• She/Her

• Born on March 28th, 2003

• 5'4"

• Pansexual

• Nichole is really such a sweetie and so full of life. She's a ball of energy and brightness, always wanting to do something. Kyle got her interested in basketball and she loves it. The school opened up a female basketball team and she's the best player.

• Tolkien gave Nichole an arcade machine for her birthday that she uses all the time. It has a bunch of 80s games on there and she really likes Super Mario Bros, Tetris, and Ms. Pacman.

• Has a wide collection of Funko Pop dolls.

• Accidently vegan, she's lactose intolerant and allergic to eggs and she was already vegetarian. She also loves avocados.

• Amazing cook but she cannot bake. She's burned herself so much she's not allowed around the oven anymore.

• One of the smartest students in class. She's right behind Kyle and Wendy in terms of grades.

• Borderline obsession with dandelion crayons. She bought a rare pack of them for over $1,000 online. She just adores the color.

• Nichole is very interested in comic books and Marvel superheroes. Her favorite one is Storm from the X-Men

• Likes sunshine a lot. Summer, blue skies, the beach. Sunlight on her skin makes her feel alive and happy.

• Really good ballroom dancer. She tried to teach Tolkien how to ballroom dance, but he has two left feet.

• Kyle acted really weird around Nichole through most of middle school because he still had feelings for her while she was with Tolkien but they eventually talked it out. He got over the crush of course but things were still uncomfortable until around 9th grade. Ultimately, she doesn't love him but she respects him a lot and they hang out frequently as friends.

• Actually really shy and easily embarrassed. New people scare her a bit. But once she gets comfortable she literally never shuts up. She can talk for hours and hours about anything at all.

• Really good at art, likes to paint scenery. Mostly nature like mountains, flowers, lakes, parks, greenery overall.

• Best friends with Red. She has a tiny crush on them but never showed it.

• Really enjoys Kyle's poetry. He even inspired her to write a little.

• Listens to BTS, TXT, TWICE, and FAKY (she's a kpop stan)

• Really likes honey. Her shampoo and condition are honey-scented, her lotion is honey, she drinks honey straight from the bottle. Most of what she eats are Nature Valley Honey granola bars.

• Loves Steven Universe. She's incredibly invested in the lore and cried when Future ended. To this day, she still wrestles with herself about if Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz was really a bad person because she actually loves the character.

• Writes and reads HELLA fanfiction. Wattpad is her home. That being said, she despises book-tok. She actually enjoys reading the story and reads mostly romance with small bits of tasteful smut. She read Haunting Adeline once out of curiosity and vomited.

• Her favorite book is Lovelight Farms by B.K. Borison.

• Nichole is really the only one with a 100% healthy and happy relationship with her parents, specifically with her dad. They hang out a lot, usually playing chess, or watching the Avengers. William roots for Iron-Man, Nichole likes Black Widow because she reminds her of Red.

• She has had problems with her complexion and naturally kinky hair due to being around mostly white girls in South Park (and Cartman's bullying/stereotyping). This led to her having some self-confidence issues and attempts to make herself fit into the European beauty standard.

• Her mom sent her to a therapist for this, and it helped a lot. Mainly because one of her therapy tools was to avoid Cartman for a while (preferably forever). However, she still has a habit of flat ironing her hair as a subconscious effort to "fit in."

• Currently learning ballet from Wendy.

• Really wants to go to Paris one day, she's in love with French culture.

Istg if someone starts calling me racist over this. This took a lot of effort so pls no hate :(

Yall asked for Nichole, I provided with this adorable girlie 💛she's so cuteeeeee I can't even

Red McArthur is up next!!

[threesmallcrows]

MattMelloWeek Day 3: First Date / New Beginnings

The night before Matt left rehab, Mello drove over to his house and cleaned it.

Matt’s rehab facility was well-known, expensive, acclaimed and highly decorated. Who knew that they gave out awards to rehabilitation clinics, but they did, and it had won them. Best of Los Angeles, 2006 - 2011. More to the point, the facility had worked for Mello. Therefore, Matt should be no big issue.

“You think I have fewer problems than you,” Matt accused, the night before he left.

“I don’t think that.”

“You do.”

He tapped his cigarette off into Mello’s car’s cupholder. “You think I have less problems and they’re smaller and, like, easier to deal with.”

Mello resisted the urge to claw into the cupholder and throw the ashes out the window. “No one is saying your life is easy. Ash outside.”

Matt stabbed the window-down switch. “Basically, everything is my own fucking fault,” he complained, over a hot stream of traffic, but he was running out of steam. Mello had never once claimed that Matt’s addiction was his fault; how could he, when Mello too had been an addict? Who’d once undergone surgery to fix his cocaine-perforated septum?

“Can they fix your snoring too?” Matt had joked at the time.

Mello helped pack the last few pairs of underwear into the suitcase, since Matt had by then wilted totally, and was slumped silently by the headboard, arms slack around a pillow.

That had made Mello a little angry. His posture of enduring being sent away. As if the rehabilitation was a punishment Mello was visiting on him, and not a medical decision he had consented to as an adult. If you didn’t want to sign the forms, you shouldn’t have signed them.

But he had written: Matthew Jeevas, Matthew Jeevas. He departed for 100 days of inpatient treatment. Tomorrow, he was coming home. It should be a nice home, Mello thought, unlocking the front door. He deserved that.

The washing machine was broken and the drying machine was broken and the microwave was missing its plate.

He found the plate on the nightstand, where Matt had been using it to crush his powders.

Mello brought the plate to the kitchen and rinsed it, and replaced it atop the turntable ring. He pulled on gloves and disassembled the towers in the sink. He killed the mold at the sink’s bottom. He killed marching lines of ants with long brushstrokes of bug spray, harvested their corpses with swipes of paper towel. Only with the house less rife did he begin to pick items off the floor, which felt at first like picking leaves from a forest: futile and neverending.

Whey packets, self-help novels, empties and loosies.

Frustrated, arms beading sweat inside their rubber casing, Mello began to do what he swore he wouldn’t, which was to toss things of Matt’s which were clearly beyond redemption. If Matt wanted a new sachet of whey, Mello would be happy to buy him one which wasn’t 2 years expired. If he wanted a self-help book Mello would loan him a library card.

He didn’t own a library card, but how hard could it be to get one? Children had them. It would be easy.

The drugs went in the toilet, obviously; Mello didn’t worry over those.

The holey boxers and broken-necked cables and $1 buy-one-get-one red-stickered DVDs—he’d stopped worrying about, also.

Quarter-full shampoo bottles. Stained restaurant clamshells.

It was 08:30 by the time he finished hoovering (with a vacuum he hauled over from his own flat, since Matt’s was, of course, broken), and then there was no time for sleep, because in half an hour he had to leave to pick him up.

Matt had sold all his working appliances to afford his dealer’s prices.

Mello showered quickly in the stall he’d just cleaned and felt vaguely dissatisfied.

You’re just sleep-deprived, he told himself. Strong front.

And then there was Matt, looking neither well nor unwell in the passenger seat.

“Hi.”

“Yeah, hey.”

“You look—better.”

“I guess I’m supposed to be.”

Emitting a very muted energy, as Mello negotiated the fast lanes of the freeway.

“Wow,” he said, monotonously, as he stepped through the door.

“Did some cleaning.”

“I see that. You threw all my stuff away.”

A headache process booted up in Mello’s upper-right temple. “I didn’t ‘throw away all your stuff’. I kept everything you’d want,” he said, showing Matt the possessions he’d neatly binned for him, organized and stacked against the bedroom wall.

“Because you know completely what I do and don’t find valuable.”

“I’m sorry, you’re right, I should have kept all the moldy takeout so you could finish eating the mold out the bottom. I should have kept your socks with fifty holes in them.”

“What if my mom knitted me those socks?”

“Your mom never knitted you any socks, she was a fucking heroin fiend,” snapped Mello.

Matt’s eyes bugged slightly, where he was crouched over a bin, which is how Mello knew he’d taken him off guard. With his meanness and undeserved cruelty.

You went there, dude. You went to “dead mom”.

Stop it, enough. Apologize. Mello didn’t, because he felt that actually Matt owed him an apology. For spending 13 hours cleaning his house, and receiving not a syllable of gratitude.

Fuck. How was it all going so wrong already?

Mello caved first and retreated. He went outside to the tiny landing over the stairs, to look out over the overgrown backyard. He hadn’t tried to do anything about the yard, because it didn’t make Matt sad the way the inside of the house did. Its messiness was okay. Milkweed and cactus, weeds in tire planters.

A leak of steam from down the wall announced that Matt was in the shower.

He emerged onto the patio bare-chested, with a towel around his shoulders.

When he saw Mello was smoking, he held his hand out and said, “Don’t leave me hangin’.”

Matt sucked down the cigarette like a soda on a hot day. “They tried to get me to quit this too,” he added, sliding Mello’s carton over and extracting a new stick. “I was like, come on. You gotta give me something.”

“Like, if you only feed me broccoli, I’m gonna bust out of Alcatraz,” he joked.

“What did they feed you?”

“We had, uh, turkey tetrazzini. ‘Sloppy Joes’.”

Matt squeezed around the grimed lawn chair in the corner, which brought him into Mello’s orbit. He edged behind him to put his forehead on his back.

“It looks like when I moved in,” he said, resting his elbows on Mello’s waist. “The house. It kind of freaked me out. I mean, it’s nice, but. I guess I feel like you have these, like, high expectations of me, and I’m afraid I won’t meet them.”

“I don’t have expectations of you.”

“Wow, thank you.”

Mello revised: “My expectation of you is you come with me to Tito’s and you pay for my quesabirria.”

“Done. As long as I don’t have to eat a vegetable.”

“You’ll have to eat a vegetable, eventually.”

“Okay, fine. Tomorrow."

[ladyantiheroine]

Heroine Fantasy

Summary: Hughie gets a package in the mail and asks Annie for a favor. Read on AO3.

Pairing: Hughie Campbell x Annie January

Warnings: Explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 3.6k words

Tags: Femdom, pegging, roleplay, hair-pulling, breaking the bed, domestic bliss, fluff and smut, cute.

This is a bad idea. 

It wasn’t the first time those words entered Hughie’s head, and they were usually a good sign he was about to make a mistake. He stared down at the freshly delivered package on his bed. He made the order impulsively, and tried not to think about it until an Amazon delivery driver brought it to his door.

Now it was here, and despite his reservations he had a pair of scissors in his hand and was cutting open the tape. He sliced over the tag with the address to him and Annie’s new apartment and tossed the scissors aside. The package didn’t have anything dangerous in it, if he wasn't mistaken. But he stared at it like it may have a bomb inside.

After a moment, Hughie split open the folds of the box. His hands pushed past dozens of white packing peanuts until his fingertips brushed a strap of black leather. Gulping, he curled his fingers around it and pulled it out.

The silver buckles of the harness gleamed in the sunlight streaking between the window blinds. Hughie had the seller tailor it to Annie’s exact measurements, based on her Starlight suit. He even had her star logo painted on the front. And of course, securely attached to the front was a long, plastic dildo.

Hughie traced the length of the phallus with his finger. It was harder than it looked, and his asshole clenched just looking at it.

And even worse? Just touching it made him hard.

Hughie blushed and quickly dropped the whole harness back into the packing peanuts. He ran his hands through his hair and paced around the room.

“I’m such an asshole,” he mumbled to himself.

He knew what he wanted to ask Annie would be an asshole thing to ask. He’d seen how Vought treated Supes. Turning them into commodities, characters, unrecognizable if you knew them in person. They turned Annie into a sex object in a skimpy new costume, told her to be someone she didn’t want to be.

So to ask her, I want you to fuck me as Starlight . To ask her to play yet another character for him, because…

Because for countless nights he dreamed of her pressing a gold boot to his crotch and he’d wake up with cum-soaked sheets. Because every time he was alone and put his hand to his cock he always whimpered “Starlight” instead of “Annie.” Because on their first date when he said he liked that she could kick his ass, he really meant it.

But it was a selfish thing to want. Not something he should ask from the woman he’d already almost lost. She wasn’t just Starlight. She was Annie January, and he wasn’t going to make her play pretend just for some weird fantasy of his.

It was a hot day in July. Even with the AC running, Hughie was sweating through his shirt. He needed a shower to wash off and clear his head.

He went into the bathroom across the hall from the bedroom. Stripped down, turned on the water, and started soaking. But just as he was rinsing out his shampoo and scrubbing under the armpits, he heard the front door to the apartment open.

“Babe, I’m home,” Annie called from the door. Hughie froze and heard the clatter of Annie’s keys on the counter. “Off duty a little early today.”

Hughie heard Annie footsteps making their way down the hallway towards the bedroom. His stomach bolted when he remembered: The package. It was still open on their bed.

“Are in the shower?” Annie’s voice was right outside the door.

Hughie quickly shut off the faucet and yanked a towel off the rack.

“Ugh, yeah,” he said. He frantically scrubbed himself off. It was at that moment he realized his bathrobe was still in the drying machine and he had nothing to change into. Fuck . “Annie, ugh, can you wait for a sec?”

“Wait for what?”

Her voice was coming from the bedroom now. Hughie haphazardly tied a towel around his waist and scurried, dripping wet, out of the bathroom and across the hall. He stumbled through the bedroom door. Annie had her back to him, looking down at the box on the bed.

Hughie’s heart ricocheted. 

“Annie, no!” he cried.

He shoved past her and grabbed the box off the bed, tossing it to the opposite corner of the room. Annie stared at him, mouth agape.

“What the hell, Hughie?” she said. She looked him up and down, at his wet body still fuzzy with soap. “What’s up with you?”

Hughie stood for a moment, mouth open and not sure what to say.

“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Then what’s in the box?” Annie gestured across the room. “Did you order something?”

“I…” Fuck, he was fucked. “Listen, can you just…wait in the living room for a few minutes? I can explain in a bit.”

“What’s so special you need a few minutes?” Annie raised an eyebrow. “Hughie, what are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding! I just…”

“Hughie, I thought we weren’t keeping secrets anymore.”

“We’re not, I just…”

“Hughie.”

Fuck, the way her tone sharpened did nothing to help the boner tenting his towel. Annie noticed, and looked between his thighs and his face.

“Did you like…order porn magazines or something?”

“ No ,” Hughie said defensively. “No, I absolutely did not.”

Annie crossed her arms.

“Then why the boner?” she asked. Then, a teasing smirk that only made his situation worse. “Heat from the shower or just happy to see me?”

Hughie gulped.

“Both?” he squeaked.

Annie chuckled, then her smirk dipped.

“Seriously, Hughie,” she said. “Just show me what’s in the box.”

Hughie froze for a moment, then breathed a sigh of resignation. He turned and sauntered to the corner of the room. Several packing peanuts had fluttered from the box when he threw it, leaving a snowy trail on the carpet. He reached inside, sucked in a breath, then pulled out the harness. He turned to face Annie, unable to look her in the eye.

Annie's eyes widened when she took in the thing.

“Oh,” she said. “Okay, so…not porn magazines, but…could not guess that.”

Hughie bit down hard on his lip.

“It came in today,” he said. “While you were gone. I…wasn’t even considering keeping it.”

“I mean, Hughie, this is unexpected, but…why did you want to hide it so bad?”

“I…I don’t want to piss you off.”

“Why would this piss me off?” Then, Annie squinted and looked closer. “Is that my…Starlight emblem painted on the front?”

Hughie’s bit his lip white and his cheeks turned red.

“Yes,” he said. He tossed the harness on the bed and looked at her. “I bought it because I’ve been thinking that…I wanted to ask you…”

“Ask me what?”

Hughie squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself. He said his next words as fast as he could.”

“IwantedtoaskyoutobeStarlightnexttimewehavesex.”

He winced and waited for her response. He opened one eye to a peep. Annie was staring at him with an indecipherable expression.

“What?” she said.

Hughie sighed.

“Look,” he said. “I know that the whole sexy Starlight persona Vought made you do was a dumb character. I know that’s not you, and know that you’ve had to be this weird version of Starlight for a long time. But…” He bit his lip. “I really like the idea of…doing it with all sides of you, right? Annie and Starlight? Making love with both?”

Fuck, he sounded stupid. He shook his head.

“I just don’t want you to think I’m one of those assholes who treats Starlight like some fetish. You’re not a sex object, you’re not what Vought tried to make you. But I also think about all the guys you’ve taken down and that night you saved me from A-Train and I just…you’re so cool and amazing and hot and I just—”

“ Hughie .”

Her tone stopped his words in their tracks. Annie took a few steps closer to Hughie, and he suddenly felt like he was shrinking.

“Yes, Vought tried to make me into someone else,” she said as she moved closer. “I already knew who Starlight was. I decided that long ago. When they tried to take that decision away from me, it sucked.”

She stood right in front of him, inches from his face. 

“But I can decide for myself what Starlight does and doesn’t do,” she said. “And that includes what she likes to do to her boyfriend.”

Hughie was frozen but shaking.

“It’s really sweet you care like that,” she said. “But if you wanted to see the suit, you could have just asked. You don’t need to get the floor wet.” She glanced over his shoulder. “And all those peanuts on the floor.”

She turned her eyes back to his.

“How about this,” she said. “I forgot to get groceries on my way home. If you have dinner ready for us by the time I get home…maybe we can play around a little.”

There was that teasing smirk again. Hughie’s heart hitched and his legs trembled. A shaky smile crept onto his face.

“Ugh…yeah,” he said. “Yeah, totally, I can do that.”

Annie grinned and kissed him on the cheek.

“Dry off and clean up the floor while you’re at it,” she said.

She turned on her heels and disappeared out the door.

~

Hughie finished washing down, dried himself off, cleaned up the water and packing peanuts, and cooked dinner in record time. His entire body was vibrating and he couldn’t move fast enough.

He changed into the nicest thing he had, which admittedly was still just clean jeans and a button-up shirt. He cooked spaghetti and meatballs, with the special tomato sauce recipe he knew she liked. And he had it all ready on the table with a bottle of red wine by the time he heard the front door open.

“I smell pasta,” she called.

Annie sauntered into the kitchen, groceries bags crinkling on her arms. Hughie already had a chair pulled up for her.

“Let me help you with those,” he said. He walked over and took the groceries, grunting once they were in his arms. “Wow, these are heavy. Did you buy two bowling balls?”

“Only a gallon of milk and some cans of soup,” Annie said.

She took a seat at the table and watched him heave the bags onto the counter. Hughie was a stark contrast to the macho types she was used to in the Supe world. But he was kinder, more genuine than all of them were. Not to mention cuter. And funnier.

And he wants you up his ass, her mind whispered.

Hughie bent over to load the cans of soup into a bottom cabinet. Annie’s eyes lingered on the shape of his ass in his jeans.

“Okay, pantry stocked,” Hughie said, standing up. “Let’s eat.”

~

For the next hour, the two chatted about nothing through two plates of pasta and one bottle of red wine. Annie took her time, savoring every bite and sip. Hughie, despite himself, ate with a quick pace. He finished his plate before Annie could finish off her meatballs.

“My uniform has been collecting dust in the closet for a while,” she said.

“Which one?” Hughie asked through a mouthful of wine.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Hughie gagged on his drink and started coughing. He pressed a napkin to his mouth, face red while Annie giggled.

“Both, actually,” she said. She twirled her fork in her noodles. “And one of them is dusting soon.”

Hughie wiped his mouth and cleared his throat. Once they were both done eating, he stood up and reached for Annie’s plate.

“I’ll get the dishes,” he said.

Hughie hauled the two sauce-stained plates and half-empty wine glasses to the sink. He grabbed a sponge and a bottle of Dawn and started scrubbing everything down. The clink of the dishes was loud enough that he didn’t hear Annie slip out the kitchen.

Soap, scrub, dry, back in the cupboard. Hughie dried off his hands with a paper towel. At that moment, the alarm system went off. It startled him so badly that he nearly dropped the wine glass in his hand.

What the hell was it? A fire alarm? The stove had been off for an hour, where the hell could a fire be? That’s when Hughie noticed that Annie wasn’t at the table.

“Annie?” he called.

“I’m afraid she isn’t home.”

Hughie turned to the kitchen door. Annie—no, Starlight —was standing in the doorway, dressed in her white skirt and golden boots. Hughie froze where he stood, eyes wide and lips parted.

“You..” he shuttered. “You…you…”

Then, in the blink of an eye, Annie flashed across the room. She grabbed Hughie by the front of his shirt and hoisted him into the air. Hughie grabbed Annie’s wrist, his legs trembling in the air.

“Annie,” he grunted.

“She isn’t here,” she said. “So you slipped inside to steal from her.”

There was a glint in Starlight’s eyes, and it clicked to Hughie.

Roleplay, he thought. I gotcha.

“Oh, you’ve caught me, Starlight,” Hughie said in what was no doubt an Oscar-winning acting voice. “Don’t mind me. I just wanted to steal some…alfredo sauce.”

Starlight threw Hughie face-down on the kitchen table, sending a thrilling ache through his body. He moaned while Annie’s strong hands pinned his wrists behind his back.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered in his ear. “I’ll have to take care of you until the police show up.”

Despite the pain spreading through his body, Hughie grew a shaky smile and a shakier giggle escaped his mouth. 

“I’m so sorry…” he said. “Is there…anything I can do…to convince you to let me go…?”

And then, almost instinctively, Hughie perked up his butt a little. It bumped against Starlight’s waist, and that’s when she felt a surge inside her. She always found Hughie’s bumbling dorkiness adorable. But seeming him so helpless under her power, it was a whole new feeling that made the body surge.

She smiled by his ear.

“Maybe if you don’t resist arrest,” she said. “Or what I’m about to do to you.”

Starlight lifted Hughie back up into the air and a second later, he was pressed face-down into the mattress in their bedroom. Hughie was trembling all over, from fear or excitement he couldn’t decipher. 

“Please…Starlight,”  Hughie said. “Please have mercy on me.”

Please fuck me up.

Starlight briefly let go of Hughie, but he didn’t dare move. He heard her moving behind him, heard a metallic clicking sound and the squeak of a bottle.

“I don’t know if a guy like you deserves mercy,” she said. “Breaking into a house, talking back to me?” She was suddenly right behind him. “I’m not sure if I should go easy on you.”

Hughie dared to glance over his shoulder. Starlight pinched the trim of her skirt, and lifted it up to reveal the silicone cock peeping right underneath, the tip shiny from the bottle of lube in the drawer. Immediately, his heart lurched and all the blood streamed down between his legs. His erection was starting to hurt.

“I didn’t say you could look at me,” Starlight growled.

She snatched a fist into Hughie’s curly head and pushed his face down into the duvet. Hughie made a startled sound, then squealed when Starlight grabbed the waist of his jeans and pulled them down. A cold breeze brushed his bare ass and a shiver ran up his spine as she grazed his flesh with her knuckles.

“Don’t you dare move,” she ordered him in a low voice. She let go of his hair and readied herself at his entrance.”I want the cops to hear you before they even bust down the door.”

With that, Starlight grabbed Hughie’s hips and pushed herself inside him. For a brief moment, Annie almost slipped out of character, worried she was moving too quickly that she may hurt him, but after a loud yelp Huighie let out a long, shivering sigh of pleasure.

“That’s…” he sighed. “That’s uh…that’s that…that’s…”

There was a tentative but visible smile on his face. Starlight took that as a good sign and slowly ground her hips forward.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

“No…” Hughie said. “I don’t know…keep going…”

Starlight smiled and narrowed her eyes. She reached up and snatched his hair again, pulling it back. Hughie moaned, his back arching as she pounded deeper into him. Fuck, this felt better than he antispicated. Annie’s manicured nails in his hair, her cock pulsing up his ass and sending shockwaves of pleasure.

The best part? He wasn’t strong enough to fight her off.

“Fuck…” he moaned. “Fuck, that feels so good…”

“I didn’t say you could talk.”

Starlight shoved his face down into the mattress. The thrill of power and the harness’s pressure against her clit was making her body surge. She started pounding harder, thrusting her hips at an even but ravenous pace, while Hughie moaned his pleasure into the mattress.

The rhythm was intoxicating, and the sounds Hughie made Starlight’s heart pulse. Her nails sunk into his hips and her cock slid deeper into his hole while the bedsprings sang beneath them.

Meanwhile, Hughie’s cock was leaking fast between his legs, leaving a stain on the carpet.

“Mhm-hm-mming,” he mumbled into the duvet.

Starlight snatched his hair again and pulled his back into an arch.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“I’m-I’m close…” he croaked.

So was Starlight. Under her bouncing shirt, a heat was crawling up her body. She could have gotten off on Hughie’s helplessness alone, his sighs and moans and trembling body under her super weight.

“Open wide for me, baby,” Starlight said.

The headboard beat against the wall and Starlight wondered for a single moment if the whole thing would break apart. But then she remembered she could lift a car, she could easily snap a bed in half. The challenge sent a grin across her lips.

“Fuck me, Starlight,” Hughie moaned. “Fuck, please fuck me .”

It hit them both at once. Like a strike of lightning, the two exploded together on the mattress. Starlight’s eyes glowed gold and the light fixture above them flickered and sparked. Hughie went limp as a doll, helpless and elated under Starlight’s immense power.

Starlight kept going even after they were both drained, and it was on the final thrust that they both heard a snap. Wooden boards cracked and the mattress dropped to the floor, taking both of them down with them.

Hughie yelped and Starlight collapsed on top of his back. The mattress broke their fall, the structure of the bed splintered around them.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Annie said. 

She pressed two hands to the mattress and lifted herself up. Neither of them seemed hurt, at least, not on the outside. 

Hughie was sweating, trembling below her. He felt simultaneously like he could run a mile and melt into a puddle.

Slowly, gently, Starlight pulled out of him. Hughie was left curled on the duvet, shivering and dripping with sweat, face redder than his girlfriend had ever seen. Starlight dropped the harness from her waist and tossed it across the floor with her foot. Then she returned to the bed and looked down at Hughie.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

Hughie looked at his girlfriend. He seemed as open and vulnerable as a newborn baby, and Annie worried maybe this wasn’t what he expected. But then Hughie reached over to take her hand in his.

“I loved it,” he said, a small smile peeping at the corners of his mouth. “Can you hold me?”

Annie’s heart curled in her chest and she immediately crawled into the bed beside him. She pulled the duvet over both of them and held Hughie’s head close to her chest. He buried his face into her shiny gold emblem and she petted her fingers through his hair.

“That was…” Hughie said. His brain was still warm and soupy, and he searched it for words. “I really liked that… I really, really liked that.”

Annie held him close and kissed the top of his head.

“I did too,” she said. 

A small smile quirked on her lips. Maybe Vought has a point that Starlight could be sexy. The problem was their version of sexy Starlight was a piece of meat on a plate, a thing to be devoured. Annie liked sexy Starlight much better when she was the one doing the fucking, putting her super strength to use.

“Sorry about the bed,” she said, glancing around at the broken structure around them.

“It was old,” Hughie mumbled. “Had it since I was a kid.” He looked up at her. “Maybe we can go shopping tomorrow…look for a…metal model. Or steel.”

Annie chuckled and threaded her fingers through his hair. The two of them were quiet for a few minutes. The AC kicked on and a pleasant cool breeze brushed over their overheated bodies.

“Do you want to do it again?” Annie asked him.

Hughie’s eyes were closed and he was breathing gently. She must have fucked his soul out or something, because the poor boy was out.

“Maybe later,” he said. He circled his arms around her waist. “I just want to…sleep with you…for a bit.”

Annie chuckled. She pulled Hughie close just as a small drizzle of rain was beginning to patter outside. Before night had time to fall, Hughie was dazed asleep in the arms of his heroine.

[ccorinthian]

Ignacio; it shall become yours

Poetically inspired work I’ve been editing for the past few months. Sketching the life of Nacho growing up transgender. I wanted to capture flashes of memory and emotion, challenging myself in form and style. 1225 words. References to sketchy medical procedures, violence, etc.

Bruised knee, scraped elbow. Pulled hair, tiny fists.

Pain. Blood.

A milky white tooth.

Taste of metal. Spit.

Hot sand, rocks against spine, blinding sun in a deep blue sky;

Head hits ground, hair full of sand, scorching heat.

A large, hard rock finds its way to a small, soft hand.

Dull thud. Rock meets skull.

Screaming. Like a wounded animal.

Topple the boy. Stand up.

Brush grime off your dress.

Blue fabric, torn.

Broken action figure in the dunes.

Its arm has come off.

Pick it up.

Taste of metal. Spit.

Torn plastic held safely in the hand of a child, passed to another; back to its rightful owner.

Frightened, grateful eyes meet a gaze of fire; veiled by long, greasy hair.

Bruised hand reaches out to hold the soft.

Two pairs of feet walking away.

Let the thief scream and writhe alone under the blistering midday sun.

—

Tiles covering the walls: cold, hard, mint green. Carpet beneath bare feet: Red, round, soft.

Products on shelves of wire: shampoo. Bodywash. Deodorant.

Mirror concealed behind white condensation; dense, hot air.

Buzzing.

White porcelain. Cold water. Hissing tap.

Hair wet and heavy; tickling thin, bruised shoulders.

Buzzing.

Quivering hand clenches a small, vibrating machine. Sharp blades slice air.

Taste of metal.

Split.

Dark strands hit the porcelain sink.

Buzzing.

Scent of soap and heat; children laughing through the foggy window; a sliver of warm afternoon sun strikes across lips, nose, eyes – golden with light, molten. Holy.

Strands fall rapidly, the buzzing must not cease, what has been started shall be finished.

Knocking at the door.

The buzzing shall not cease.

Taste of metal. Spit.

Knocking at the door.

The buzzing will not cease.

Voice of the father. It calls a distant name.

Disconnected, wrong.

Knocking at the door.

Final strands fall, taste of metal, spit, open door.

Eyes of the father.

Fear, disappointment, shock.

“Mija…”

—

St. Ignatius of Antioch, Syria.

Born around year 69, sentenced to death in 107.

Torn apart by beasts in Rome.

Travelled through continents to die.

Holy martyrdom.

Ignatius was not fearful of death; it was welcomed.

Fire, cross, struggles with wild beasts, wrenching of bones, mangling of limbs-let them come to me, provided only I make my way to Jesus Christ.

—

Lanky. Thin. Body of a teenager. Anxious. Clad in a hood, striving for anonymity.

Amateur.

Dry, cold air.

Straighten your back, observe:

Deep shadows, high walls, black asphalt;

Ambulance in the distance, barking dogs, late night drivers.

Wide stanced stranger. Pocketed hands. Expressionless. Experienced. Back straight, observing.

Approach.

Buzzing from fluorescent lights on the alley wall, the stranger camouflaged in shade cast from a dumpster.

Breathe.

Do it scared.

Nervous shifting; quivering hand produces bills from the grey hoodie pocket. It briefly touches unfamiliar skin: warm, confident;

Hair rising on the neck, heart pounding in ears, sweat collecting on face and palms, jaw clenching, blood itching.

This could become a grave.

Route of exit, points of weakness.

Choose wisely: fight or flight. Never freeze.

Small bag of packed plastic held lightly in the warm hand, exchanged with paper.

No words.

One pair of feet hastes away.

Taste of metal.

Spit.

Clench your fists.

Breathe.

Ignacio; fear not the wrenching of bones.

—

Tiles covering the walls.

Soft carpet beneath bare feet.

Products on shelves.

Steam on the mirror.

Skull vibrates, children laughing in the evening glow, the sun strikes a beam onto two faces: young and old.

Molten gold.

Holy.

Buzzing air.

Head is held firmly; gentle and calloused working hands kissing smooth, young skin.

Itching shirt, antsy body, buzzing in ear, in neck, in bones.

Eye contact with dad, look away, glance back.

Look.

He’s smiling.

Firm grasp on shoulder, buzzing stops, run a hand across your hair.

It’s perfect.

Voice of the father; whispering a name, familiar, yours.

Connect your eyes again, smile, listen:

“Mijo.”

Ignacio; fear not the cross.

—-

Small glass vials and long needles, soft flesh and hard muscle, quivering hands and gritted white teeth.

Red walls with posters, piles of laundry, cassette tapes.

Alcoholic swabs on a tray of plastic.

Shelf on the wall. Doll in a blue dress. Fine layer of dust shimmering. Ray of light from a crack between gently blowing curtains.

The doll glows.

Green plastic eyes. Staring.

Metal pierces rubber, viscous liquid slowly drained from its vial.

Look.

Rising sun. Light catches in the fluid; molten, golden flame.

Breathe.

Taste of metal.

Swallow.

Replace the needle with another, dispose of the first.

Cold skin, evaporated alcohol.

Breathe. Do it scared.

Metal pierces flesh, slowly;

Breathe.

You can barely feel it. You’ve had worse.

Feel the fire in your veins. Glow from within.

Let it enter your body. May it fill you, may it warm you, may it make you whole.

Creaking from the bed, lay your body down, rest.

Breathe.

Ignacio; fear not the fire.

—

Bruised knee, scraped elbow. Taste of gravel, firm fists.

Blood.

Taste of metal. Spit it in the face of your aggressor.

Hot asphalt, empty beer cans crumpling under his spine. Cast your shadow over him.

Bloodied shirt held by its collar, knees digging into asphalt, rapid breathing underneath you;

Skull against pavement, once, twice.

Silence. Limp body. Release it.

Straighten your back, rise.

Bloody hand reaching out for another.

An old friend, bruised, hurt.

Protected.

Your body employed for good.

Fire burning within.

Follow him home, leave the limp body behind.

Two pairs of feet walk away.

Ignacio; fear not the struggles with wild beasts.

—

Fluorescents. Buzzing.

Tiles.

Shelves. Products. Medicine.

Animals.

Antiseptic and blood in the air. It burns the nose, packs itself tightly around exposed flesh laid on a table of cold steel.

Eyes on the ceiling, focus on the shimmering lights, tighten your hands on the edge of the metal.

White paper screen blocking the view of your body.

Metal scrapes against bone. Against ribs. Vibrations reverberate through flesh and blood.

A distant voice speaks, inaudible through the haze of medical grade tranquiliser and analgesia.

Your mouth is insatiable.

Taste the metal. Taste.

Feel the metal. Feel.

Sharp, cold, hard. Cutting through flesh: smooth, warm, soft.

Fluorescent lights. Buzzing.

Foreign tools scraping.

Gaze upward. Let light burn your eyes. It is as bright as the sun.

Cold, harsh, clinical. Round.

Stare at your artificial sun, watch the hazy edges blur. Observe: clad in white, he leans towards you.

Fire, metal, blades, needles.

Gold.

Head engulfed in light, sunlight radiating from behind. Stare, observe, reach out your shivering hand, attempt. Touch the untouchable.

Your hand shivers in the fluorescent air; its metallic tinge draws bruises upon your flesh;

It cannot be reached; it pulls away.

Weep.

Taste the metal.

Feel the metal scrape against your bones.

It lasts hours.

It lasts years.

What has been started must be finished.

Fluorescent lights. Buzzing.

Do it scared.

Tighten your fists, wrap your bruised fingers around cold, stainless steel;

Flesh transpierced, this is holy, this is the creation of man.

Ignacio; fear not the mangling of limbs.

–

The strong, muscular body of a young man. Confidence. Clad in a red shirt, recognisable. Experienced.

Back already straightened, eyes already observing;

Dry, cold air. Long shadows, high walls, silent ambiance;

Ambulance in the distance, barking dogs, late night drivers.

Money already in hand, effortlessly trading for familiar packed plastic.

A nod from the familiar stranger.

“See ya next month, Nacho.”

[eating-the-inedible]

Here is a list of the inedibles that will be in this bracket

Lava

Orbeez

Orange Joe (fictional "beverage" that's a combination of orange juice and coffee)

Doll shoes

Dirt

Pen caps

Mercury

Watermelon tourmaline

Comet/scouring powder

Moss

Paper towels

Play-Doh

Drywall

Marbles

CD

DVD

Dice

Kinetic Sand

Coins 

Fiberglass insulation

3DS Stylus

Plastic Bottle Cap

Chapstick

Babybell Cheese Wax

Paper

Bouncy ball

Human meat

Venus (planet)

Cascade dishwasher pods

Acrylic Paint

Magnets

Molten glass

Pens

Sea glass

Silica gel packet

Leaves

Cocoa butter lotion

Antifreeze

Pencil Toppers, the lil eraser things

Sand

Tumbled amethyst

Rubber Ducks

The rubber balls from the game Cranium Cariboo

Polly pocket clothes

Poison Dart Frog

Snow

0.1 uF Film Capacitor

The sun

Metal

Eraser

Tide pods

Phone charger wire

Those free wooden pencils you get at ikea (just the wood shell not the lead)

Liquid nitrogen

Aquarium gravel

the weird science juice in the beakers in those stock images

Origami star

Styrofoam cup

Sticky note

Collar of shirt

This submission form

Plastic straws

Glow sticks

Oil paintings

Candle wax

Glass

Nickel sulfate solution/Nickel plating solution

Silicone wristbands

Seatbelt

The wax paper under your Poutine

Forearm (doesn't have to be one's own)

Asbestos

Candy wrapper

“Okay so technically this is edible but I’ve had urges to just take a huge bite out of certain sea creatures before. Like just a chunk from an orca or dolphin or great white or seal, etc.”

“Those stupid wooden spoons”

Furbies

Scotch tape

Artificial grapes (the wax/plastic ones for display)

phone

THE FLESH OF MY ENEMIES

Crystals

Fire

The goo inside  Stretch Armstrong

Headphone wire

Raw steak

Art

Small colorful rubber bands 

Tinfoil

Pencil lead

Cattails (the plant)

Foamy soap

Liquid soap

Bar soap

Flourite

Shiny rocks

Grass

A hunk of random fish swimming by

A live goldfish

Toothpaste

Styrofoam

Price Tag Fasteners

The moon

Pool noodles

Smol frog

Destroying angel mushroom

the smoke coming out of the grain refineries two Mike's out of Gary, Indiana, Usa

Popsicle sticks

Cardboard

My hat

The tiny rocks in school playgrounds

Gasoline

Blue laundry detergent

Spray foam insulation

Battery corrosion

Fiber optic cables

Packing peanuts

Your mother

Pond water

Dry ice

Alkali metals

Chocolate shampoo

Ping pong ball

Bricks, like the stuff you'd build with. Minecraft bricks even, if you want

Hoodie drawstrings

Horse treats

Chalk

Copper (II) Sulphate Water / Blue Science Rock + Blue Science Juice

Ink

Floam

Fabric Paint

Oil paint

that one art piece of the banana taped to the wall

the hotdog somebody encased in resin

“the thin lego plates not the base plates but like the lego piece thats like 2x8 and they kinda look like hershey chocolate bar pieces”

One of those little hamsters

Model magic

Battery Acid (the drink)

manchineel apple

Rubber band ball

The lava lamp liquid

Blood

Rosin

Wax apples

That cake decoration that came with your slice and you're like 90% sure it's not edible... but what if ?

Soap bubble

Lush cosmetics' products

Plushies

Strawberry Shortcake's dolls with scented hair

Wood

Glue

Salt lamp

People who think children are not worth their consideration

Tarmac

Shampoo

Pennies

Poisonous berries

Chunky soft yarn

Crayons 

Rock

“whatever the Chuck E Cheese Ticket Muncher Machine is eating (it's not the tickets) (or the sound itself but that's neither a solid nor a liquid so this is just kind of holding hands with the hypothetical ticket muncher food)”

Snow globe liquid

Chisel tip whiteboard marker

Raw dough

Raw fuckin cactus. alive

Grape agate

Car seat

Succulents

Keys

Lock pick

Scrub daddy

Molten sugar 

Allergens

Lightning bolts

“Bark dust. Like the dirt/bark dust that's under the bark chips on a playground. Not the chips themselves. The dust.”

Clear deodorant

Apple earbud wires

Eggshells

Squinkies

Hello kitty sweatshirt zipper

Preshredded mozzarella cheese

Scrap metal

Rose

All of the rocks at a crystal shop

Origami polyhedron model

Bubbles mixture

Cupcake liners

Hair gel

Curtain rods

Incense sticks

Incense cones

Metal thing that attaches eraser to pencil

Windshield wiper fluid

Plastic pencil grips

Wooden ice cream spoon

Book

Tree

The liquid in levels

Vanilla extract

Aroace flag

Coil incense

California state testing “next question” button

Spackle

Forbidden coal iron french fries

Garage doors that look like chocolate bars

Plastic takeout box

Velvet

Weird anime girl hair

Freezable gel ice pack

Clouds

Necklace chains

Nail polish

Pencil Shavings

Pool floats

Bao Dumpling

Spray deodorant

0.1 uF Ceramic Capacitor

Vanillish (Pokémon)

Fondant

Really fancy pillars

Computers

Favorite song

Tumblr

“THE LITTLE ORBS IN THE MOUSE (aka trackballs)”

“Any cutesy anime character like Chopper or Pikachu”

Wooden fan blades

Balsa wood sticks

Those blankets that look like tortillas

Microwave

Milk and golden honey softsoap

Batteries

1x2 lego pieces

Light bulbs

Slightly melted lounge chair

Cork (the material)

Pineapple coke

Fingernails 

Sparkly lipgloss

Race Car Tire Marble

Gold trophies

Konjac sponge

Shirt

Mandy the Slayer / Orange Spyderco Dragonfly Knife

Malachite

Heater

Glasses Temples

Typewriter keys

EVA foam

Airplane

Sword

Crumbs in the couch

Children

My wife's arm/shoulder

Records

Yellow ACE bandages

Neon Signs

Scented candles

[lapdogchase]

today (monday): start thinking about packing, reinforce suitcase, laundry?, pack bigger+bulkier items in suitcase, clean room, EMAILS :(

tomorrow: more packing, pack sewing machine, emails

wednesday: therapy, shopping maybe??? for broom and food and shampoo/conditioner, probably more emails

thursday: go to school, unpack, go to haircut on bus (maybe), get haircut (maybe), uber back probably, write note for suitemates lol, doordash food as a treat (maybe)

friday: hearing, lie on floor, do something fun, store with l., substance use ❤️

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bloodsucker chapter 12: venom

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

word count: 3k

content warnings: nothing too crazy

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

eren’s pov:

my hands slid down y/n’s body. she turned herself, front side resting on my own as she went slack. “no way i can last another round,” her pant was hard to hear from the water coming down on both of us. running my hands through her hair, i rinsed out any remaining shampoo. “i can,” i laughed, bringing my chin to rest on her shoulder. 

my abilities allowed me to regenerate energy quickly, and with all of the blood i was drinking from y/n, i was in tiptop shape. i could keep my hands on her forever. this trip had felt like a fever dream. weeks ago, i wouldn’t have said it was even possible, but we were here. i didn’t plan to have so much sex with her in this cabin, but i wasn’t one to complain. 

finally telling her the truth about her mom lifted a weight i didn’t know had been so rough on my shoulders. many heavy burdens still clouded my vision, but at least i could finally feel again. and i was feeling with her. 

“we should probably head back today,” she sighed, bringing me out of my daydream. she grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it around her body. she was right, but i couldn't help the frown that made its way onto my face. “yeah, you’re right,” i followed in her footsteps, grabbing a towel of my own. this would be our fifth day here; as much as i wanted to stay, we had lives back in sina. 

she was quick to make her way into the bedroom; i trailed her there too. from behind her, i grabbed her hips, nipping at the skin on her neck, leaving yet another hickey. the majority of her skin was purple now; i would have felt bad if she didn’t moan so loud when i gave them to her. “eren!” she pushed on my chest, giggling, “we really should get our shit together,” she was firm, but not harsh.  

making her way around the bedroom, she picked up all the clothes from the floor, most of which were mine. “do you need more clean clothes?” the laundry machine had broken; because there always had to be one thing, so she was stuck wearing all of my clothes for the entirety of the trip. i hadn’t heard her complain; i think she likes it. i made a mental note to let her sneak home with a few of my pieces. 

“yeah, that’d be good,” she folded the dirty ones, shoving them into my suitcase. i made my way over to the closet, picking out the only comfortable set left. she slid on my boxers, and i slapped her ass on the way out of the room, covering my smile. she looked so good wearing my clothes. 

things between us had changed so drastically on this trip, i worried they might slip back when we returned. i tried not to think about it; grabbing out the last pack of bacon from the fridge. 

y/n made her way into the kitchen not long after, “aw making me food again, so domestic,” i had to pause my motion of throwing the bacon on the skillet to shoot her a glare; shaking my head at the same time. “ha ha,” i sarcastically laughed. i would miss this too; her dependance on me to make her meals. it was just the two of us in our bubble; it almost felt like we were married. 

“on the way back, can i use your laptop?” another harsh reminder of the reality we had ahead of us, “i know my classes are gonna drown me,” her hands reached up to her forehead, applying pressure in preparation for the headache that would appear later. “yeah, ‘course,”

she slipped her way over to my spot by the stove, tucking herself underneath my arm and wrapping her hands around my waist as she watched the meat caramelize. i hated the smell of human food, but for her, i’d make bacon for every meal she ever ate. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the car ride back to my apartment was long. y/n spent many hours on my laptop; slamming schoolwork until the battery finally died. even with her intent focus, our bodies were constantly connected. my hand on her thigh; her hand meeting mine on the gear shift. we didn’t disconnect. 

i wasn’t sure what any of this made us. wasn’t sure if she wanted anything more than sex. i knew eventually, i’d have to suck it up and ask. “i already regret leaving,” she pulled me from my thoughts, walking behind me; pinky intertwined with my own. 

“we can go back anytime, you know,” the offer sounded lame to both of us. looking back at her, she stared at the ground with a small frown on her face. i guess both of us are unsure how things are gonna play out in reality. the air in the hallway was stiff as we approached the door. after fiddling with the lock, i walked in ahead; making sure my apartment had stayed empty on our vacation. 

“what the fuck, eren!” she quietly screamed at me, pushing past me and into the living room. where the bear from the fair sat on the couch. fuck, forgot to move that… i kept my face nonchalant, not trying to tip her off. “and how do you have this?”

i got it back after the break-in; i couldn’t have been sure she even knew it was missing. it was easy to find; bertholdt kept it in a box with other random items of hers. the bear was the only thing that felt right to take; the only thing that was also connected to me. the memory of that coward beaten into the floor flashed before my eyes; but y/n couldn’t know that. “told you bertholdt was following you around,” i couldn’t help the bitter bite to my tone. 

she frowned, patting the bear on the head. “what did you do to him..” her tone was accusatory, but she didn’t seem very angry. just curious. i turned my head, laying out the bags i was still carrying by the door. a muffled grunt caused me to turn my head. 

zeke stood in my apartment, holding y/n close to his side, hand over her mouth. her features twisted in agony as her body went stiff over his hands. “we really should talk,” a small amount of blood covered his lips. 

i didn’t think about my movements. in an instant, i was pushing zeke’s body away from hers, grabbing y/n in my arms. i gripped her cheeks, scanning her face that was still contorted in pain. my eyes caught the red of blood on her neck then. moving my left hand, i made out the bite. the bite. “fuck, no no,” i blabbered but my words were drowned out by squeals of anguish from y/n.

i covered my hand over the side of the bite; all sounds and feelings suddenly felt numb to my body. the world went dark as i realized there was nothing i could do. nothing that could stop the venom from turning her. the whites of her eyes started to turn black at the edges before they rolled back into her head. time hung in the air for a moment; i felt completely useless. i was completely useless. 

“y/n!” i tried to yell, but it came out as a whisper. i clutched her tighter to my body; her hands gripped around my torso tightly before going slack. her whole body fell weak against my lap as her eyes closed. it meant that it was working. y/n was going to turn. it was all my fault, how could i let this happen?

the cabin should’ve never happened, fuck, the whole semester shouldn’t have happened. i knew the inevitable was in front of me, but it felt like a dream. like i was just trapped in a nightmare. i’m dreaming. i’m dream- “eren!” my head snapped back to zeke; almost forgetting he was in my apartment. “pull yourself together,” he was almost irritated. 

“zeke, what the fuck did you do?” i meant to yell, but my voice sounded pathetic. it cracked, and i realized my face was hot with tears. nothing felt real. “a favor,” he put it simply, keeping his distance from me. i wanted to stand up, and knock his composure with a fist to the face, but i wouldn’t let go of her. 

with the numbness subsiding, i was finally able to voice my animosity, “a FAVOR?! are you on something?” i turned my attention back to y/n’s limp body. removing my hand from the bite, i moved it further to her jawline. her pulse was shallow, but it was there. she was still alive.  “this can’t be happening,” i watched as a tear dropped on her cheek; i barely registered it was mine. 

zeke sighed next to me, “don’t act so disappointed,” his voice was icy cold. “disappointed? disappointed doesn’t cover it! what the fuck were you thinking?” zeke had already ruined so much in my life; i couldn’t be surprised he’d cause more pain. my brain lagged behind the conversation, still trying to grasp what was happening in front of me. 

“i was thinking that you’re in love with her,” the phrase sent a shock through my system. i had never thought about what i felt for y/n. the connection had always been there, i assumed my growing infatuation of her was due to it. was i? no. no, it’s not love, the attempt to reason with myself wasn’t strong. “zeke, you’re so far off,” i muttered, not sure if he was. 

“i’m not,” he was so definite, but my lack of trust in zeke made it impossible to really process his words. “you don’t know anything, i’m not in love with her,” the words sounded weak leaving my mouth. i wasn’t sure what to make of the two of us, but love couldn’t be the case.

his tongue ticked on the roof of his mouth, “and now you’re lying. you should be happy dad doesn’t know about the cabin,” he once again caught me off guard. i knew he was always monitoring me closely, but i’d hoped y/n had been masked with our other friends. it’s the reason i had to take her so far away just to be alone with her; it’s my fault for underestimating how far zeke would go. “i did this for you, eren,” he snapped me out of my puzzling thoughts. 

“how is this for me?!” my voice picked up again; having the weight of anger behind it. “are you going to sit here and tell me you didn’t think about it?” zeke’s voice slipped, sounding almost exhausted. it was the first time in years he sounded sincere. it brought out something in me; clicking something in my brain i couldn’t register, “of course i did, but i never would have done it.” my head shook, looking back at y/n. her skin startled to pale, all red draining from her face. “i never wanted this for her,” i whispered, more to myself. 

“exactly. i worked out that kink for you,” his tone was back to being eerily cool. the time passed slowly, and i began coming to terms with her impending change. this was real; it really would happen. “everything’s gonna change for her, you just made her life so much more complicated,” i blabbered yet again to myself. 

“like it did for you,” it was unexpected to hear from zeke. he was so devoted to our fathers ways, i had never heard him speak of vampirism in a negative tone. there were never any downsides to it; in his eyes. “you deserve some happiness; watching her age as you followed years behind her would’ve killed you even more.” zeke sounded different; his energy had been titled. i couldn’t be sure what to make of him. it doesn’t really matter, he had brought me so much suffering, nothing would change that fact. 

“it doesn’t matter, i didn’t want this for her.” zeke had approached me, assuming it was safe since my hands were preoccupied, “she could want it, though.” i hadn’t thought about it. but it would be a ‘want’ she knew nothing about. i wouldn’t have turned her even if she begged me. she was the last person who deserved a fate like this. “well, it’s not like you fucking asked her opinion!”

he sat on the arm of the couch, looking down on me from a lower distance, “she’ll wake up soon enough. you can ask her then. not everyone hates being a vampire as much as you do, eren.” i already knew that, but it was a hard pill to swallow regardless. the idea was so fucked i pushed it out quickly. “you really have no reason to be so mad at me,” zeke continued in my silence, “after everything i’ve done for you.”

it was hard not to glare in disbelief. done for me? marco’s bloody and mangled body shot before my eyes. that wasn’t for me, my hands shook in anger, bouncing y/n’s lifeless body slightly. “done for me? becoming dad’s ‘apprentice’ was for me?”

“actually it was. god you are so naive,” a scoff echoed through my apartment, i looked up to see his eyes roll into his head, “my allegiance to grisha is the only reason he even lets you live a normal life.”

“it’s hardly normal,” a scoff came from my own body. zeke was even more delusional than i thought if he really did feel that way. “it would be even less,” his cold tone broke again; revealing the sympathetic undertone. “you’re right eren, i shouldn’t have bit her. i wouldn’t have done it if i felt like there was a better outcome.”

my presence put her in danger, but i was cautious. i could’ve prevented her from being sucked into this life entirely, but zeke ruined that, “now you’re really talking nonsense.” if my mind wasn’t running rampant with anxiety over y/n, i might’ve been susceptible to what zeke was talking about. 

“i’m really not. grisha’s lost a few more screws with you gone. i think you might’ve been the only thing keeping him tied to reality. if he ever found out about your feelings for that ‘blood bag’” he mimicked with air quotes, “she’d be as dead as marco.” he almost started making sense. grisha was more unhinged than usual on my last visit.. what happens when i’m not there? 

zeke’s meaning was quickly lost on me, “don’t use his fucking name like that.” another reminder of marco brought me back to the reality of things. zeke was a vampire, willing to kill for grisha. it didn’t matter that his composure was different; somewhat comforting. he would always be a murderer in my eyes. “you’ve never apologized for that, you know,” once again, my mind ran through the memory of his body. 

“i’m sorry eren, truly,” his words were sincere, but his tone lacked any real remorse, “but i don’t care much for your friends. only you, and everything i have done has been for your own sake.” my mind blocked out the rest of the ‘apology.’ “i don’t believe you.”

his shoulders moved up and down in a shrug, “you don’t have to. but i know why i’ve made the decisions i have.” he moved from his position on the couch; i clutched y/n tighter to my body on instinct. “you’re expected at home in the coming days,” his body was closer to the door in an instant. i had to pivot our position; preventing my back from being turned to him. 

“you’re fucking kidding,” i scoffed. he ignored my whining, “you’ll have to bring the new vampire,” his lips twitched, like he was fighting back a smile. my features furrowed in a deep scowl. he needed to leave; and i needed to take care of her as much as i could. “tell grisha you changed her yourself, say you gifted her for her generous supplies of blood.”

i ignored his humorous excuse, “no. i’m not bringing her there.” the only thing worse than her becoming a vampire is being in a closed space full of them; human or not it wasn’t a risk i was willing to take. 

“neither of you really have the option. if grisha were to find out from someone other than you, he’d kill her. regardless of her vampirism.” he made an unfortunate point. grisha would always find out; even if zeke neglected to share the information with him. “so she’s dead either way.”

“not if you just do as i say!” his composure slipped again, this time showing the anger burning in his eyes. “fuck eren, stop being so stubborn,” he growled at me, “she was dead as soon as you got yourself tangled with her, don’t blame this on me.” once again, i knew he was right. even with the knowledge, i couldn't stop my face from twitching.

i could blame zeke all i wanted for biting her, but it wouldn’t have happened if i stayed away. “just.. go,” i ran my fingers over her skin. there was hardly any warmth to be felt. “i’ll be there,” my decision wasn’t made, but i needed zeke to leave. now. the slam of the door echoed through the room; the only sign he left. 

finally, my brain could think in the silence. y/n was turning right under my hands. her eyelids started to flutter, showing the light pink under her eyes that would eventually fester into a dark purple. the cabin felt like eons ago; now we really would never be able to go back to that. it’s all my fault. all i could do now was accept the decisions i made that got both of us here, and hold her closer. at least she wouldn’t be alone. not like i was. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n: eren stop blaming yourself for everything challenge go!

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[eggcompany]

Jaskier and his Snuggly Wuggly Killing Machines Part 3

The next day Jaskier was up early. Today he would go buy clothes for the boys and put together their closets. Carpet and wallpaper should be up and done by tomorrow and treats and decor will be arriving after they move in but they have mattresses and blankies and and 

‘ Calm down Jask... they like you. It’ll be okay ’ Jaskier tells himself. 

Jaskier got dressed in a pair of pink shorts, a yellow button up short sleeved shirt, a pair of white sunflower socks, and his pink sneakers. He packed his plain black backpack with a sunflower on it and got on his way to the store and then the pound. He quickly ordered everything to be picked up after he left the pound. He ordered blankets, sheets, pillows, and got his delivery slip for the mattresses. He also hopped over to the grocery and bought a pack of milk candies and some granola bars, and packed them away in his backpack. 

Jaskier tried his best to stay calm. Today people would be coming over to put down the carpet and painting and putting up wallpaper. Everything is going to be okay. Mattresses and bedroom furniture and everything else essential is either being delivered or he’s buying today. It’ll all be okay once he gets his babies home. 

He again walked right to the doors only waving at the lady behind the desk. He asked Damien to unlock the doors and soon enough he was grinning ear to ear being half smothered by warm purring witchers. Today they asked him if they needed to bathe before coming home and Jaskier saw that as an opportunity. 

“Oh no, no you don’t! We can have a lovely bath time the second you get home! I have a quite large tub in the bathroom by your bedrooms. I don’t think we can fit two of you in at a time but the bathroom is big and it’ll be all steamy and warm and nice. I think that will be perfect! I’ll get each of you a nice bath caddy with soaps and shampoo and everything! I’ll add it to the list!.” Jaskier said excitedly and put that on the list on his phone. 

“You have a list?” Eskel asked and looked over at Jaskier’s phone.  Jaskier pulled the electronic close to his chest. 

“No peeking! I want you all to be dazzled when you get home!” Jaskier said and checked his phone. 11:30. Thirty more minutes until he had to leave for the day. 

“Well babies… I only have half an hour before I have to leave. I’ve got so much stuff arriving today for your rooms! I’m so excited! I really hope you like them. I have a few things I need to do in the kitchen too… I think you all need steaks as your welcome home dinner!” Jaskier told them. Lambert purred extra loud and conked his head against Jaskier's. Geralt looked sad though.

“Geralt, my sweet dove, why the long face?” Jaskier said and put his hand under Geralt’s chin making the pet look at his face. Geralt’s eyes looked teary and he had his bottom lip stuck out and quivering a bit. 

“You're so nice…” Is all the white haired babe said before the tears started to fall. He kept his trembling lips sealed shut but his eyes let out rivers of tears. Jaskier gasped and pulled Geralt into his lap so his head could rest on the singer’s shoulder. 

“Oh you poor baby, poor little baby. I’ll always be nice to you darlings. You don’t deserve to be treated in any way but nicely. It’s okay, it’s alright, I’m right here you can cry as long as you need.” Jaskier said in a soft gentle tone and petted down Geralt’s sides. Geralt sniffled and whimpered and rubbed his face into Jaskier’s neck. 

“Bear… you can't just keep him here… He’s got things to do.” Eskel said as he tried to pull Geralt away but he tightly wrapped his arms around Jaskier. Eskel tried to pry him and Lambert rubbed the crying babes back. 

“No! No, I ‘anna stay! I wanna stay!” Geralt cried out and grabbed onto Jaskier so hard it probably would leave bruises. Jaskier felt his heart break in a million pieces as he tried to pull himself away from the witcher. Jaskier started to tear up as he stood up, effectively dropping Geralt onto Eskel’s lap. 

“I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry. I’ll be back tomorrow. After tomorrow you can come sit on my lap all day everyday and cuddle up with me in bed and never ever have to leave. But I need to go. I’m so sorry you poor little baby.” Jaskier said as he watched Eskel hold down Geralt’s hands from where they wanted to grab back onto Jaskier. Jaskier had a few tears rolling down his face. He looked over at Lambert who looked frightened and had a few tears rolling down his face. He was the youngest so it probably upset him like nothing else to see Geralt so distraught. 

Jaskier bent down and wiped away Lambert’s tears and kissed his forehead.

“Calm down kitty. I love you, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jaskier said as he ruffled Lambert's hair and rubbed his ears a bit. 

“I want Jaskier! I want I want-” Geralt hollered again and thrashed around in Eskel’s grip. The eldest of the three only shushed and held tighter onto the white haired babe. 

“Bear, Geralt, Stop. Stop it. You’re not being nice. Stop it!” Eskel scolded Geralt until he went lax and just cried quietly. Eskel looked up at Jaskier, he looked sickened. Jaskier bent and kissed Eskel’s forehead and whispered to him. 

“Eskel, baby, darling, I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow. Please look after him until I can come back.” Jaskier said right against Eskel’s scarred forehead. Eskel nodded. 

“Goodbye Jaskier. Ple-please come back soon.” Eskel said shyly. Even his walls were starting to crumble when he was about the tender man. Jaskier nodded and quickly turned away and knocked on the glass and waved at the person who had let him in. 

“I will return tomorrow. I’ll spend all day with you if I can. Bye bye for now babies.” Jaskier said and smiled back at them. The door opened and he hurried out with tears running down his face once again. 

He hated having to leave his babies each day. But he had to go because he needed the house to be perfect for when they arrived. He needed to go and wait for the delivery trucks. 

Soon Jaskier was sitting at his desk with his office door thrown open, watching the workers drag in each box of furniture and everything else he bought. He would go through it himself and organize it all. When he had arrived home he had placed a same day order for their clothes, hygiene tools, and toys. There were boxes stacked from the entry all the way covering the living room floor and covering the kitchen counters. Jaskier waited until the only people left were those who were painting and putting up wallpaper. Tomorrow while he was away people would come and lay the carpet and flooring. 

Jaskier got up and walked over to his kitchen counter which was littered with brown cardboard boxes. He grabbed a steak knife from the drawer and cut the first one. Soaps and toothpaste. He pulled out big pump bottles full of chamomile, honey, and lavender shampoos and conditioners. He lifted packs of toothbrushes and sweet flavored toothpaste, he laughed at himself right then, he’s going to have to make sure the boys don’t eat the toothpaste. He finished the box off by pulling out coconut body wash and creamy hand soap. 

Jaskier put those in one spot on the table. That would be the bathroom section. Box after box he organized each into piles on the table. A pile of mainly blues, blacks, and whites and chamomile scents were Geralts, the pile of soft cottony greens and sweet scents were Lambert’s, and the big red pile scented with honey and herbs was for Eskel. There was also a pile of towels, soaps, and everything else for the bathroom and a pile of toys and mats for the basement. 

Jaskier had only unpack the kitchen area and there was still so much more but he smiled. This was all for his babies. He loved giving. He loves pampering, not just himself, but everyone around him. You could ask his backstage staff or anyone who had ever worked for or with him. Now he had three babes who expected the minimum. He had three babies who could be pampered and spoiled rotten. He was pleased as a peach. 

Jaskier took a break and had a sandwich and a bowl of fruit and yogurt. He just walked around while eating. He peaked in the now perfectly painted rooms. He would have to tip the painters, they did an amazing job… He walked down to the basement where the walls were now covered in a nice calm grey paint and the floors were covered in a plain hardwood floor. He had chosen a flooring that was more sturdy than pretty because he planned on covering the floor in some nice colorful puzzle piece mats and rugs. 

Jaskier walked back up to his mess of boxes. He started with a big heavy one that looked like it had a bookshelf in it. A nice plain wooden bookshelf for Eskel’s room. He pulled the box over to one side of the living room. The Esk-y side of the room. He shoved a mattress and a box spring over to that side. He popped open each box and looked for all of the  witcher’s stuff. Red, brown, tan, and yellows soon piled up on that side of the room. He then moved onto Lambert’s and then greens, golds, creams, and dark greens piled up on that wall. Jaskier then pushed the rest to the other wall. Geralt’s wall was piled with blues, whites, grays, and blacks piled up there. 

At the kitchen counter Jaskier found and pulled out three plastic bathroom caddies, blue, red, and green, and started putting them together. A nice comb and brush, shampoo and conditioner, a fluffy loofah, a washrag, bodywash, and a bottle lotion in each. Eskel had mostly herbal and lavender scents, Lambert had honey and floral scents, and Geralt had chamomile and vanilla. He made sure to get each boy scents and textures that they liked. 

Jaskier smiled down at the baskets and then looked up and looked in the backyard. He let out a bit of a gasp. It was already dark out? He turned to look at the oven clock and oh… oh it was already eleven… he’d been organizing and separating for almost six hours…

Jaskier decided he best get a shower and get to bed since he needed to be up and ready by about nine to go visit the babies. Jaskier smiled as he made his way through his nightly routine and smiled when he got in bed. Maybe the babies would like to sleep in his bed… He’d better get a bigger bed than his (very comfortable) queen bed. 

Jaskier slept very well with dreams of wrastly witchers with full tummies and brushed ears. 

The next day Jaskier got up, ate some pancakes, packed his backpack and got on his way. He picked up a bag of powdered donuts on his way after getting gas. He again got beeped into his babies room and cuddled with them for hours. He brought a brush with him today. 

After the boys finished eating the donuts and cuddled  with him for about an hour, and after quite a bit of sniffing and kissings and nuzzles and a few licks, Jaskier pushed Lambert and Eskel off his sides and pulled Geralt’s head up off his lap. 

“What doin?” Geralt mumbled as he blinked awake and rolled onto his butt to sit. 

“I brought a brush with me! I thought you might let me brush your hair or your tailsl? If not that’s fine! Or if you’d like to do it yourselves that’s also fine! You choose though.” Jaskier said and watched his babies all smile and wag.

“Can I go first?” Eskel asked his brothers. Geralt nodded and Lambert said a small “sure”. Then Eskel then scooted to be in front of Jaskier backwards. Jaskier started with hsi hair and around his ears, he didn’t have a little brush for their ears with him, and then when that was all smooth and tangle-less he started to brush the eldest’s tail. Jaskier thought it was quite therapeutic. The rhythmic brushes down the lovely dark brown fur. The way occasionally Eskel would move to flip his tail one way or another. Jaskier hadn’t noticed that Geralt and Lambert both had shifted to sit beside him and watch. 

When Jaskier was done he bent forward and kissed the back of Eskel’s neck. 

“All done puppy-dumplin! Who’s next?” Jaskier asked. Eskel turned back to him and looked so relaxed and happy. He had on a sweet smile plastered on his face. No one ever called them names like that. 

Lambert quickly clambered over so he was sitting where Eskel was once Eskel scooted to sit by Jaskier's backpack. 

“I wanna be brushesed! I wanna be all pretty.” Lambert said as flicked his long sleek tail up into the man's lap. Lambert had a quite soft tail if Jaskier was being honest. His hair was quite greasy and his ears probably needed to be cleaned but that would be easy to handle tomorrow when they were all home with him. 

As Jaskier ran the brush through Lambert’s hair the last time before moving to his tail he asked the boys a question. 

“Are you excited to come home tomorrow?” Jaskier asked and Geralt started to purr so loudly and Eskel let out a few breathy whines. Lambert started to wiggle on his butt though. 

“Yes! Yes! Getta go home! Getta go home with Jask-y! Jask-y!” Lambert chirped out happily. Eskel yapped out quick “Home! Home! Home!” and Geralt purred and let out a high pitched growling noise. Jaskier laughed at Geralt. 

“Baby Bear, what was that? You’re so silly.” Jaskier asked and turned toward Geralt, who had the biggest smile spread across his face. His eyes were squinched up because of it and his big fang teeth were on full display. 

“That’s his happy noise. We’ve never met anyone else who can make it but it just means he’s happy.” Eskel explained and Geralt just made the noise again. It sounded like it should be either a growl or a coo but ended up being a cute little mix of them both. 

“Well it is so cute! I hope to hear it all the time when we get home! Let when I show you all your rooms… and your beds… and the pantry!” Jaskier finished and Lambert heaved himself back so he thunked his chest against the man’s. 

“Food! I wanna eat all the food! And candy! I love candy! And bread, I love bread! And meat I love meat!” Lambert rambled on. Eskel agreed and Geralt just stared at Jaskier. 

“Yes I know. I’ll cook us a nice dinner and we can have a lovely long bathtime and we can all watch a movie. How does that sound as a first day in the new house?” Jaskier suggested. 

“I wanna be home with Jask-y. I wanna cuddle and a blankie.” Geralt said. Jaskier is so happy he bought about half a billion blankets for each of them. 

“I want steaks and kisses and bath time with Jaskier.” Lambert said and smiled up at his new owner. 

“I wanna be anywhere but here… on a mattress with some cookies.” Eskel said and giggled. Jaskier could tell his walls are only up because he isn’t home. 

Jaskier spent the rest of the day talking to the witchers and cuddling and took a nice long nap. The babes didn’t ever sleep well in their little prison. They even showed Jaskier how they can do soooo many push ups and sit ups and how flexible they are. And Jaskier appreciated it all very much. He should buy them some nice yoga mats…

When it was time to leave there weren’t any tears, just big smiles and kisses. Jaskier smiled as he made his way home. 

The carpet and flooring was all laid and perfect so Jask put together each room. Void TVs but the rest of everything was all ready. Curtains to sheets to chew toys in bins. He waited until the bedrooms and bathroom were ready before venturing down into the basement. He would let the babies decorate down here, but he got all the boxes down there in the closet. 

That night after a nice flowery bath Jaskier hopped into bed and had dreams of snuggly warm bodies and strange growly purrs and big wet kisses. 

Tomorrow’s the big day...

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[nell-sims]

💒rosewood convenience dl

this took an embarrassing amount of time for me to build. features buyable food your sim can actually eat, washers and dryers, functional vending machines ♡ lot size: 20x15 lot type: retail

cc + download under the cut

all cc links HERE *built using omps + moveobject on*

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aira: froggy milk

anxioussimmer: backlit sign, decals, informational posters, outside wall sign, posted flyers

ats4: sugar, cereal box, coffee bag, chocolate box, honeyrings box, oat flakes box, energetic drinks, soda can, vending machines

ccbybudgie: little boxes, credit card stickers, dried camper food, felt letterboard, mt. komorebi posters

charlypancakes: modish book laying

littlecakes: tubular tv

littlemssam: atm, entrance fee lot trait

lumenniveus: astra nova phone, incheon bag, table shampoo two

mlys: exhibition set free standing label

peacemaker: creta lineal light beam short, hinterlands restring wine bottle

picardsims: sick days box1, drops, fridge decor notes

rvsn: shop chef (chip display, slushie dispenser, slushie object, tabletop drink dispenser), on cloud wine bottle

severinka: display 1x fridge, display 1x open, display 2x open

sforzinda: clutter

simkoos: boba storage container v2, cafeteria cup dispenser, clutter hairbrush, clutter memo pad, protein medium, protein small, stroller deluxe, study group casual backpacks

syboulette: candy diapers box, clarisse folder box, bathroom toilet tool bucket, toilet paper pack, traveller pile of clothes

srslysims: scco ingredients

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[darlenealive]

Back from my Scandi vacation!

Felt like I took it for granted leaving my brain back in SG and letting Ax do the planning and the navigating. I brought my spirits though! Spending my day off today looking back at the trip which was such a great use of my time. Really appreciating this extra day off after my vacation.

Some tips for Norway and Denmark travels first

1. It's cashless even in the small towns. Cash was more of a liability as it forced us to spend it all

2. Hotels cost as much as Airbnb for 2 pax so opt for hotels as there's guaranteed shampoo, soap, hair dryer, heating and laundry. Most of our airbnbs were missing soap or shampoo which we didn't bring any of, in order to travel lighter. The bnbs we stayed in were also commercialised houses so there's absolutely no feelings attached. Checking in and out would also be more convenient with hotels. We had to return one of our keys from a convenience store which wasn't open in the early morning, in time for our flight.

3. Groceries are marked down on Friday if they expire Monday. If you're in Norway, go to Kiwi or Coop for basic groceries as it seemed to be the cheapest. However, each shop will hv their own discounts (not standardised across the same chain). Eg. We went to a place with 40% discounts on Freia choc which was only available at a particular store.

4. Northern lights chase was the coldest we experienced. Basically, the guide said that if its frost on the floor, it's worse than snow as there's no insulation for your feet. Not the coldest real temperature but coldest we felt. Bring extra clothes and heatpack just in case. The bonfire didn't do anything for me because it's too cold. We went with GuideGunnar which updates its aurora sightings on a daily basis. These guys are crazy and would bring you as far as Sweden just to chase the lights so bring your passports along! They also offer a 50% off the next trip if you don't see it on the day.

5. There's no heat packs there so bring them from home.

6. In Copenhagen, we recommend the Copenhagen card. It's only 65USD for 24hrs and you get free transport, museum pass and boat rides. We only decided to get the card after our boat ride which cost about SGD25-30, which was already a quarter the cost of the card. In Copenhagen, checking of bus tickets was a regular thing.

7. Useful apps for riding public transport: Oslo uses Ruter, Tromsø uses Troms billet, Copenhagen uses Dot tickets. Ticket checking was not very often in Norway. We did not cycle as it felt too cold for more wind to hit our faces.

8. Skip Oslo if you dw to visit a city. We spent 3 nights there and it felt too long. We wanted to do our last minute shopping at Oslo but everything was expensive throughout the whole trip that we started to buy souvenirs earlier when we saw marked down prices. With one more day in Tromsø, we could've gone whale watching.

9. Take into account daylight savings from 29/10. You have 1 more extra hour to sleep but your days are much shorter. We slept a lot because of the cold, about 10hrs of sleep each day and it felt just right.

10. Personally I would have brought instant noodles as the food there isn't flavoured with the same umami as I'm used to. I would also bring a thermal flask there to enjoy my hikes even more, taking a comfortable and warm rest at the peak.

11. If driving, please remember to pay for parking. There's usually a machine to start your parking. Otherwise, the fine is 660NOK. Don't let the rental company settle it as it'll still be billed to you with an extra fee. We would also recommend full insurance since we aren't used to left hand driving and Norway is famous for its narrow roads (at least from Stavanger to Odda where we drove).

12. We used waze for driving and it seemed that speed cameras are only in tunnels but nobody was following the speed limit anyway.

That's about all of the suggestions Ax and I thought of!

Hope these suggestions come in useful for someone.

[aim-technologies]

PET Blowing Machine: A Game-Changer in Packaging Industry

The PET Blowing Machine are revitalizing the packaging industry with the production of quality as well as durable PET containers. Known predominantly for their influence on food and beverage as well as pharmaceuticals and personal care sectors, PET blowing machines can hardly be dispensed with by manufacturers seeking to meet rapidly growing demands for trustworthy and lightweight packaging solutions. 

What is a PET Blowing Machine? 

This is a highly advanced technology in the scope of PET blow molding machinery as being in molding of PET plastic into bottles and containers of different shapes and sizes. The system involves heating small PET tubes called preforms to a defined temperature prior to blowing them into molds using well-oxygenated compressed air. The system guarantees precise, durable results in the final product. 

PET Blowing Machines Applications: 

The Beverage Industry: It is widely used in the packaging of water, carbonated drinks, juices, and energy drinks. PET bottles are extremely lightweight and carry great barrier properties which make them perfect for packaging beverages. 

The Pharmaceutical Industry: PET Bottle Blowing Machines make containers that hit hard to set standards, especially with regard to the handling and protection of medicines and health products. The bottles do not react, for the safety of what is inside them. 

Personal Hygiene Products: PET bottles are used also in packing shampoos, conditioners, hand lotions, and similar hygiene products, offering a nice, sturdy package. 

Food Packaging: Such machines make PET containers for preservation purposes including sauces, cooking oils, and other food stuff. PET is a very effective packaging in terms of conserving freshness and lengthening life. 

Benefit Statements about PET Blow Moulding Machines 

Cost effectiveness: By investing in a PET blowing machine, a manufacturer reduces his dependence on external suppliers and facilities, increasing flexibility to make packaging materials within the company, saving costs. 

Faster Production: One PET Blow Moulding Machine could produce thousands of bottles per hour, enabling it to meet high volume production requirements. 

Variable: A single PET Blow Moulding Machine can create bottles in different sizes and shapes, so that it can take care of the different demands of multiple markets, all with one machine. 

Environmentally friendly: The work of such PET blowing machines indeed goes hand in hand with global sustainability targets.  

Durability/Lightweight Construction: The ability to withstand breakages or cracks and simultaneously light weight made PET bottles very easy to transport, which would bring added convenience to both manufacturers and consumers. 

Selection of the Most-Beneficial PET Blowing Machine Manufacturer 

There are various factors to consider before selecting a PET Blowing Machine Manufacturer.  

Reputation: As far as this is concerned, you should look out for those companies that have had some achievements and are well known for producing reliable and efficient machines.  

Engineering: The equipment should be created using highly modern technology and hence guarantees accuracy and high productivity. 

After-Sales Support: Any good company will offer its customers support, after-sales service support in regard to maintenance or repair services.  

Bespoke Options: Any company which manufactures it will at least be customized to one of end-user requirements. 

Why PET Bottle Blowing Machines Have Higher Demands 

A major part of PET bottles is because they are the most practical, cost-effective, and aesthetic for brands compared to the conventional ones. Companies are responding to the changes in consumer tastes and legislations because pet bottle blowing rates go up. Nowadays, pet bottle blowing machines are included in the packing process which enables product safety and recyclability plus more visual appeal of good-quality packaging solutions. 

Conclusion 

More than an instrument, a PET Blowing Machine by Aim Technologies for modern packaging solutions is one of its very kinds. It secures the safety of the product, decorates, and makes it more beautiful. Thus, there is no point waiting. Investing in a good PET Blowing Machine Manufacturer will give you a good edge whether you are a small industry or big enterprise in the current market trends.