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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 1 year ago

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need to be in the middle of a ghost and soap sandwich 🤤

I actually couldn’t help myself 🥲 i had to write a lil somethin for this, like omg

Dark!ghost x reader x Dark!Soap

CW: kidnapping

The first emotion that hits you when see their watchful eyes leering out of the shadows comes as a surprise. You don’t feel the fear first, or the heart grinding intimidation that follows, your first feeling is of relief.

You come from a long line of terrible men that work in the dark. Ever a servant of them, the runt and the youngest of the family, you know what happens when they’re made to be targets. You don’t see the enemy coming, instead you stand having a conversation, going about your day like always - until the moment comes when your skull shatters into tiny pieces and your blood sprays out like a high pressure sprinkler jet.

No one ever sees their assassins coming.

Therefore you decide that you’re safe in the knowledge that the men that are slowly and purposefully striding towards the patio aren’t here to kill you. Though your ease recedes the moment you wonder what they could want from someone like you.

Your throat clenched. You forgot that you could scream.

You have no connections to any of your family’s dealings and you’re not particularly well liked either. If they were to hold you for ransom you’d only end up dead…or maybe they didn’t know that yet, you thought chillingly.

The men’s massive frames were close to looming over you now. You could feel the weight of their shadows crushing you as they rose over your feet and slowly swallowed the light over your body. One wore a skull mask and the other had his face bear, his expression set in a hauntingly icy scowl. It’s enough to wring a chill out of you, working it’s way up and down your spine like a jolt of electricity. Your whole body was wired when they come to a stop in front of you.

“Wh- what do you want?” You whispered, staring between the two sets of narrowed eyes.

Neither of them said anything to begin with. They shared a brief look toward each other before locking their eyes on you again. The one with his face uncovered smiled, it didn’t reach his frosty blue eyes.

“Why’re you askin’?” He chuckled. “Will you give us what we want if we tell you?”

His words form an icicle in your chest. It rips through your insides and stabs at your lungs. The way he said that, the way he leered at you as he said it… maybe they were going to kill you. Though not until they had their fun.

Your lip wobbled and the slow tremors that had been wracking your body had descended into full blown shakes. It was if a hurricane had broken out between you all, as if their shadows had swallowed up all the warmth left in the world.

“Poor thing,” the masked man cooed, clicking his tongue patronisingly. “You’re shaking hard, sweetheart.”

“That’s right…shaking like a little scared kitten,” the other chimes.

They both have accents. They’re not from around your parts.

You widen your eyes, taking a step back as they start to move in closer. Their strides far outmatch yours. The dance between you all is short and your faltering steps take you straight back into the wall. Your chest is struggling to keep up with your tiny breaths.

“Please.”

“Please what?” The masked man asks, leaning his forearm on the wall above you.

You shudder underneath him.

“Don’t…Don’t hurt me.”

The unmasked man comes to your side and drags you toward his chest, you were powerless to stop him. It was like your body had cemented itself into place like a statue, unable to move yourself and only able to be manipulated. The man’s body was hard, it wasn’t just the extensive body armour he wore, his arms were solid across your centre.

“We’re only here right now because we don’t want to hurt you, isn’t that right Ghost?”

‘Ghost’ pushes himself off the wall and turns to face you again. Now that his friend has you pinned up against him, you’re powerless to stop him gripping your chin. The rough material of his ripped up gloves catches on your soft skin.

“Mm, that’s right. Terrible shame to ruin somethin’ so pretty. Look at you.”

He tilts your chin up at the last second, forcing you to look directly into the depthless oceans that are boring holes into you. You feel the man behind you start to raise his arm, ever so slowly he snakes his hand up your front and comes to a stop at your collarbone. I’m only a few seconds he’s gripping your neck, breath hot at your ear.

“Of course we can always follow through with our original orders…we can still kill you,” he says, a smile playing in the undertones of his whisper. “Or…you could come with us. Let us take you somewhere nice and safe, be our little plaything if you fancy.”

Ghost holds your gaze the entire time that his friend speaks, there’s a glint in his eyes that’s unmistakable. You can tell he’s grinning like a poltergeist as he continues to loom over you, trailing his fingers down your face and arms and hair and anywhere he cares to really.

You can’t give them an answer. Your lips are closed tight, you feel like you’re underwater. If you were to open your mouth you felt like you might drown.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Ghost croons. “We’ll take care of you. You can trust us.”

It’s too much. They’re both pressed up against you too hard, their breaths are so hot and jagged with menace, and their looming statures make you feel like a mouse. You feel yourself sob and try to breathe despite yourself.

“Don’t cry, pretty thing. Just say yes and we can go somewhere nice and cosy. We can leave all this unpleasantness behind, yeah? Doesn’t that sound good?”

Your mouth falls open, a silent scream billowing forth. It sounds like a last dying breath. Soaps hand clamps over your lips like a gag, his heavy tuts are echoing in your ears soon after.

“Now that won’t do,” Ghost chides. “That won’t do at all.”

He draws a knife from one of his many pockets, a long one. It gleams in the moonlight and reflects into your eyes, forcing you to squint even as you shy from it. As if you had anywhere to go. You were stuck to his friend like a rat in a glue trap.

Ghost took his knife and brandished it in front of you, allowing you to get a feel for it’s size, it was about the length of your forearm. It could have killed you in seconds. All of a sudden your pulse quickened and you felt your vision go hazy.

He let the knife drop to his side and took your chin in his other hand again. His pupils were wide as he looked down at you. The wolf had caught his prey, he didn’t need to play with you any longer now. This was the moment. Would he kill you or spare you?

“We’ll only ask once more, sweetheart. Do you wanna come with us or would you like us to follow our orders?” He asked, voice raspy with anticipation.

“I’ll take my hand away now,” Soap said. “If you try to scream we’ll assume you choose the latter option.”

All at once your mouth is free again, and before you can even think to process what’s been said you find words are spilling out of your lips unbidden.

“I’ll c-come with you. Just don’t hurt me please, I’ll come. Just- j- please…” you whine, your breaths finally cutting off your last sentence.

Both men unclench their muscles, Ghosts shoulders roll down and his eyes upturn with joy. The knife in his left hand disappears into his jacket once more and he takes a step back, allowing you a little breathing room even if you were still pressed up against the Scotsman.

“Don’t you worry, we won’t hurt you,” the other man soothes. “No one’s gonna hurt you ever again, darlin’. Right, Ghost?”

“Right. It’s just like Soap says, we’ll take you somewhere nice. You can stop shaking now. Just listen to us and do as we say and you won’t worry about anything ever again.”

As reassuring as he’s pretending to be you can see right through the facade. Though you’re powerless to do anything against them. And so you gently nod and glue your eyes to the ground, putting one foot in front of the other as the now named Soap motions for you to get walking.

Each step feels like a nail, every little scrape of your feet on the tiles is like a hammer against coffin wood. You can’t help the tears from flowing.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. You’re ok,” Ghost whispers, reaching over and wiping at your tears. “You’re ours now.”

#soap #ghost #mw2 #soap x reader #ghost x reader #dark!ghost #dark!Soap #ghost x soap x reader #141 going dark

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hometoursandotherstuff · 10 months ago

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It looks like a neat white farmhouse in Murrysville, Pennsylvania, but not only is it a seriously dated 1966 mid-century modern, it has the weirdest architectural features and needs a very deep cleaning. It has 5bds, 5.5ba, and it was reduced $35K to $535K. I think they're gonna have to go lower b/c there's a lot of work to do here.

The description calls this a stunning entry with exquisite chandeliers. I see a dated and dirty carpet. So, they took two vases off those corner shelves and left the dirt.

Now, here we have a fake forest with treetops smooshed right into the ceiling. I can't tell if that's a water fall in the right corner, but it's full of dirt and looks broken.

The stone thing on the left must be a planter, but how deep is it? It looks like the bottom fell out. Next is the octagonal mezzanine in the ceiling. It's a big open space and it must've been dramatic when it was new?

Behind the long stone structure is a mural. Maybe it's an indoor pond.

Here's the view from the top. The empty plastic containers must be planters.

The kitchen is huge but the cabinets are in good shape. The counters look like an old version of a composition material like Corian.

What is that black panel over the fridge?

The kitchen certainly has a comprehensive sprinkler system in the ceiling.

This is a vast area for a living room. Do they make ride-on vacuums? Looks like something's missing from the ceiling feature.

Here's a family room area with a fireplace.

The spiral stairs in the family room lead up here. I have no idea what this is and what that fenced in area is for. There appears to be a terrace with a BBQ kettle outside.

In the primary bedroom they left a bed platform and dirty upholstered headboard with matching linens.

MCM bath has a walk-in tub. They're very expensive and range in price from $2K - $10K.

Whoever designed this house really liked these openings in the ceilings. According to the description you can see clear up to this one on the 3rd fl. from the 1st. fl., but this is clearly an unfinished attic.

They do sell tension legs for sinks like this, but the owners have cleverly installed a plunger to fashion a sort of pedestal sink.

What a long garage.

This is a deceiving property. I thought that the farmhouse was for sale, but I didn't see the mid-century home attached to it. The land measures 1.3 acres.

#mid century modern house #fixer uppers #MCM architecture #houses #house tours #home tour

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whatyadrawin · 29 days ago

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The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 17

Minors DNI!

Masterlist

Approximately 5,002 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Sexual language, foul language, mention of violent acts and cannibalism. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

A/n: My course work has slowed down for the next two semesters so I have a bit more time to figure out the last few chapters. There is the possibility of short form bonus material added after the final chapter so it doesn't have to be a stump of a story. Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.

Please enjoy this chapter! I worked very hard on it so reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated very much.

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Chapter 17

An entire month had passed since Tommy had enhanced the pond area for you, it was now a sanctuary for your mind and body, and you visited it frequently. Luda Mae kept pestering you to come back to the house to live with them, and often times you would sleepover in your old room to placate her requests.

Tommy spent a lot of time with you in that month, as you joined him in his chores while the agriculture techs worked on upgrading your orchards current system. Fortunately for you the work was quick and moderately affordable considering the old system already had above-ground sprinklers set up. The fruit trees were a dream to care for now, only requiring pruning when needed and the harvests had been more abundant than ever thanks to the fancy new technology.

Today was as warm as to be expected for the beginning of August, the wheat field at the Hewitt house was late this year due to unusual spans of damp weather and cool temperatures in June causing a delay in the crop maturity. Charlie and Tommy were extremely busy with the harvest so you took to caring for the animals with Luda Mae while they washed and stored the crops.

You were just about finished filling the feeder and water trough in the chicken coop when you hear Luda Mae call out to you.

“Hi hun, didja get all these little hellraisers sorted?” she says.

You nod and exit through the gate, quickly closing it behind you before a very energetic hen could bolt out. She takes one of the buckets from your hands and helps you put it all away, she wipes her hands on her apron and gives you a smile,

“Welp, the cow stalls are all ready for the night, and the feed is restored. What say we go on n’ get some lemonade before we have to bring ‘em in hm?”

You smile back and agree, the both of you look out towards the wheat field where you can hear Charlie cursing out Tommy like he was a teenager reluctantly holding a flashlight for his dad. Luda Mae sighs,

“No matter how many times I warn him to be nice to my baby, he doesn’t listen and keeps carryin’ on. One day Thomas is gonna have had enough, and then Charlie will find Jesus… so to speak.”

You chuckle, and continue walking toward the house,

“Was he always like that to Tommy? And also, why does Tommy allow him to be mean like that?” you ask. Luda Mae takes some time to think, squishing her lips up as she digs in her memory.

“Hmm, it’s been so long I almost feel like it’s never been different. Charlie started being cruel when Thomas was going through puberty, but he really ain’t never been all that kind to Thomas.”

She opened the front door and led the way to the kitchen where she took out the lemonade and poured two cups, handing you one.

“Thomas ain’t the kind of boy to use his strength against the ones he loves. In fact, he tries to stay as docile as a lamb. He got real good at it too what with gettin’ used to the children in town bullyin’ him.”

You take a sip of lemonade and purse your lips at the sour taste, Luda Mae see’s your reaction and quickly looks concerned,

“Oh! I’m so sorry hun, I should have asked how you like your lemonade first. Let me water it down for you and add some sugar!” she reaches for your glass but you put your hand up and shake your head while giggling,

“I like it sour, I was just surprised by the intensity of the lemon is all. It’s good, thank you.”

She relaxes her stance and leans back on the counter taking a long sip from her glass. You drink again and savor the tart flavor, you pull out a seat from the small table and Luda Mae joins you.

“So, is that why Tommy became so primitive after he got rid of Dover?” you wanted to start digging into their past to better understand the man you intended to marry.

Luda Mae stares at her drink with a worried look on her face, you lean in to press the question,

“It’s just that… I… well, I know what happened here with you all back then, and I know it was a complex issue and things were becoming desperate so, I don’t want to-well what I mean to ask is… I…”

You suddenly felt very ill-equipped to handle such a deeply unsettling topic, but you burned with intrigue to learn more about the situation. -If I can’t get past their crimes then maybe I shouldn’t be a part of this family- you were now arguing in your head about the morality of their actions and how you looked past it for so long.

Luda Mae hangs her head and shakes it from side to side, she looks up at you with tears forming in her eyes and starts fiddling with a handkerchief she pulled from her pocket.

“I know you want to know more about our despicable past, but I just can’t bring myself to speak on it dear I’m so very sorry.” She quietly whimpered and turned her face away from you to hide her anguish. You didn’t intend to hurt her by asking, you place your hand on her knee,

“I really didn’t mean to upset you Mae, I think I just really need to know what I am getting myself into with marrying your son. I won’t ask you about it again, I’m sorry.”

She looked back at you and pushed out a crooked, strained smile as tears ran down her cheek. Seeing her so upset broke your heart and made you feel guilty for asking the question. -If she is so broken about the past then maybe I have my answer on where she stands with their heinous actions- you think to yourself about how you are basically stuck with them regardless, since you were complicit in the murder of Dover and vowed to keep quiet about it. -maybe I should just let sleeping dogs lie- You stand up and begin to leave the room until you hear Luda Mae say something you couldn’t hear properly, you turn back and ask what she said,

“If you need to find out about our past, I reckon Thomas might just be the best person to ask. Charlie is… well, I love my brother like the lord asks of us, but he’s got an evil deep in him that broke out his body back then. It must have been ‘cus of the starvation, he’s different now mind you, but he still has that darkness lingering in his soul.” She let out a wavering breath and drank more from her lemonade.

You thank her and leave her alone to allow her some recovery. You waited in your room until the sun began to sink in the sky, you could hear Charlie and Tommy putting away the harvest vehicles and closing up the main barn doors. You get up and leave toward the meadow where the cows were wandering and see Luda Mae waiting at the meadow gate, she sees you coming up and waves you over.

“Alright hun, let’s get these heifers in the barn for bed.” Her voice had a sad tone to it, and you gently grabbed her forearm to turn her to face you,

“I’m sorry for upsetting you earlier, you know I care about you. I stupidly asked something personal and should have been more mindful with my words and I hope you can forgive that fumbling.” You tilt your head to the side waiting for her response. She gives you an earnest smile and places her soft, warm hand on your cheek,

“Oh hun, don’t be apologizing for wantin’ to know more. I know it’s weighin’ on your mind and you have every right to find out about your new family, it’s only fair you get all the information you ask for.” She removes her hand from your cheek and you drop her forearm from your hand,

“It’s a painful thing to remember for me, I regret everything that happened and there ain’t no good excuse for what we did but, I’m sorry, I just can’t speak about it. You understand hm?” she looks at you and waits for your response,

You smile and nod, “I understand. Are we good?” you ask.

“Of course we are dear, you just get your questions to Tommy, but know that there’s a chance he may not be so open about it.”

She places her hand on your shoulder as you both walk towards the cows who are already trotting towards the open gate.

You head towards the far end of the meadow to call out to the other cows who straggled behind, they slowly make their way to the gate and you follow behind them at a safe distance. Luda Mae gives you a proud smile as the last cow exited the meadow,

“You learn quick dear, I love a smart woman.”

You felt quite proud yourself with how quickly you took to the caretaking of the animals; farms are hard work even on small ones like the Hewitts have, but you felt a sense of self-worth every time you completed a task, the work gave you a new meaning to living and felt therapeutic.

When you and Luda Mae closed up the barn and got back inside the house, you immediately went to your room to shower off all the dirt of the day. You collected some toiletries that you had left at the house from whenever you slept over, and grabbed some spare clothes but when you went to open the door to the bathroom, you saw it was locked. Someone was already showering in there, you went around to the parlor to wait for whoever it was when Luda Mae stopped in the doorway holding towels,

“Charlie’s in there dear, take a towel and go to the basement shower, Tommy doesn’t take as long as Charlie to clean up and you’ll be guaranteed hot water after he’s done, unlike some people” she nods in the direction of Charlie and rolls her eyes, you laugh and take a towel before heading to the basement floor.

The basement was dark, the lights were even more dim than usual and you had trouble seeing. You carefully lowered your foot before each step, testing the length and height to be sure, until you reached the bottom where your eyes adjusted to the dark. You look up and see a few of the wall lights were burnt out, you look to the end of the hall and see the red glow of Tommy’s room light casting a menacing look on the already creepy basement.

You turn into the bathroom and switch on the lights, the fluorescent bulb flickers before it wakes and reveals the bathroom to be littered with wet towels next to dirty laundry on the floor. -Well I guess it makes sense that he might be a little messy, being such a mommas boy- you smirk from the thought and turn on the bathtub tap, you clean your body off and don’t plug the drain so the tub doesn’t fill up with dirty water. You rub the soap over your body and turn to check if you locked the door, it was open slightly ajar and you had a salacious thought cross your mind -I wonder if Tommy would hide and watch me bathe if I left it open- You blush to yourself and rinse off the suds.

You liked the idea of Tommy getting hot under the collar from simply seeing you with no clothes on, but he was not in the doorway. He was extra careful to make sure he would never see you naked without you knowing, he told you how Luda Mae always taught him to be respectful of women, especially when he liked them, and he was still embarrassed by the first time you caught him.

You got out of the tub and felt relaxed from the wash, you dried off and began to change into fresh clothes until you noticed you forgot a shirt -For fucks sake, of course I forget a shirt- You didn’t want to walk upstairs with no shirt on in front of Charlie, and you didn’t want to put your old shirt on since it was dirty with sweat and now damp from water splashing onto it from the tub. You stand in silence trying to figure out how to possibly sneak into your room from the basement. -Wait! I can just go get a shirt from Tommy!-

You step out of the bathroom with your flip flops on, holding a towel to your chest to cover yourself. You stop when you get to his door and bite your lip thinking of the first time you saw him tower over you with a red rim of light lining his intimidating silhouette. You shake your head to snap out of it and knock on the door,

“Tommy? It’s Y/N*. I need to borrow a shirt. Can I come in?” you wait for a response.

You hear some shuffling and then the door opens. You see Tommy staring down at you with a confused look, his face hidden by the leather mask, he has a tight black t-shirt on and those loose grey sweats you like. He moves to the side and lets you pass, he looks over your half naked body as you get by and hums to himself like he was trying to figure out a puzzle,

“Can I borrow a shirt or what?” you ask playfully.

He closes the door behind him and leans back on it, looking you up and down with his arms crossed, letting out a satisfied huff of air through his nose. You bite your lip and blush, knowing the sight of you is causing him torment,

“You going to keep me locked in here and stare at me all night?” you ask with a coy tone.

“That ain’t a bad idea.” He jokes.

You smile at him and hold your towel a little looser, he walks over to a small closet and grabs a tank top, keeping his eyes on you the whole time.

He says, “I should be givin’ you some privacy but, y’ain’t easy t’look away from.”

You let out a laugh and blush from the pleasing words,

“I guess it doesn’t make sense to be modest in front of you since you have already seen all of me by now”

He hands you a nice-looking maroon tank top and crosses his arms again after you grab it, you could tell he had a smug look on his face from under his mask,

“You are still wearing the mask?” you ask

He tilts his head, retaining his expression, “Some habits ain’t easy t’break.” His tone was flirtatious and only made you more aroused than you already were.

You turn around and drop the towel,

“Yer killin’ me, y’vixen”

You giggle and put the shirt on, it was grossly oversized on you and felt more like a long dress. You tie it up at the waist to accommodate the size difference but the arm holes were so big your breasts could be exposed out the side at any moment. You turn back around and ask,

“Well? How does it look?”

Tommy gives a deep chuckle,

“I think y’make it sexier ‘n I e’er could.” He gives you a wink that sends a pleasing tingle down to your underside.

He stood there towering over you, it felt impossible to get used to how tall he was compared to you and it was enough to make you feral with lust sometimes. You walked up to him and gently trailed your hand up his thigh, you could see there was already a certain body part beginning to slowly swell.

“Are you trying to have restraint tonight?” you whisper

Tommy uncrosses his arms and lets out a sigh,

“Y’love tormentin’ me dontcha?”

You give him a sly look, “Wanna punish me then?”

“Can’t get enough o’me huh.” He tilts his head to the side and watches you through half lidded eyes heavy with desire.

You abruptly stop touching him and laugh to yourself, he grunts in confusion,

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty li’l head o’ yours.”

You turn towards the door and start walking, Tommy reaches out and grabs your hand and pulls you back in to face him,

“Where ya runnin’ off to y’little devil?” he says through a laugh.

Your smile fades as you speak, “I just realized how silly I was being when I actually need to talk to you about something serious. I’m scared of how you will respond.”

Tommy sits on his bed and puts his hands together as his arms rested on his thighs,

“Why would y’be scared?” he asks concernedly

You stare at the floor and aimlessly play with the knot you made to tie your shirt,

He asks again, “Baby y’can ask me anythin’… y’know that right? Don’t be scared, I ain’t never gon’ hurt ya.”

You shake your head, “I’m not worried about you hurting me, I’m worried you might get upset and shut me out, or not say anything at all… or both.” You slowly look up at him through your lashes, your brow wrinkled with worry.

“Well hell, now I really need t’know what you gon’ ask.” He stares at you and notices how worried you look, he makes his voice calmer and follows, “I promise I ain’t gon’ do nothin’ like that. Y’wanna come sit next t’me?” he pats the spot to his left, but you shake your head again,

“I think I should stand, just for now.” You say.

Tommy didn’t like the fact that you would think he would get mad at you and ice you out, he worked so hard to be more open and communicative to break his old ways of keeping quiet and to himself. He nodded and sat up straight,

“Alright then, go ‘head n’ talk.”

You purse your lips, you felt anxious at the possibility of a negative reaction so you chose your words carefully,

“I wanted to know the truth, from your mouth directly, about the time in the past none of you want to talk about. I know it’s none of my business, but I figured since we want to get married it is something I should know about.” You felt your core tense up as you finished your question and waited for a response.

Tommy looked away from you and stared at the floor, “Oh…”

You didn’t say a word, and as Tommy was quietly thinking, you could see his brow furrow which made you worry more. He remained in thought for what felt like ages, so you took a step closer,

“Well?” your voice trembled.

Tommy looked up at you and nodded, “Ok, I think yer right, y’should know, it makes sense.” He let out a big sigh and took off his mask and set it on the side table next to his bed, “If I do this, I don’t wanna hide behind no mask.”

You felt some relief at his mature response, but now you had to think of the questions. He gets off the bed and takes your hand in his, bending low to give the top of your palm a kiss, “Come” he says softly.

You walk with him out of his room and in front of the steel doors that he aggressively slammed shut when you first tried to enter a while back. He is stopped at the entrance and sighs,

“I s’pose I oughtta let y’into this room now.”

You watch him slowly open the heavy factory style door with little effort, the room is dark and Tommy guides you inside. A wave of nervous energy fills your stomach causing the hairs on your arm to lift, the room smells like fresh dirt and damp stone. Tommy leaves you and walks off somewhere in the room and asks,

“Y’ready?”

“Y-yes” You respond.

An orange hued light shines down in the room from hanging factory lights that came from a long-gone era. The room is strangely very minimal, you see the floor is old cracked tile with multiple spots for drainage, to your left is a slab table that’s rusted and damaged, next to the table against the wall is a long counter-top area. You look around and see the walls are built up using random stone, and moss has begun to slowly grow between the cracked grout.

You ask, “I thought I saw… hanging hooks when I opened the door the first time?”

Tommy nodded, “Got rid of ‘em n’ cleaned this here room out a while back.”

“How come?”

He walked around and looked up at the ceiling, “When y’said y’wanted t’be with me forever… I figured I better get rid o’ the last bits o’ evil left so y’feel safe.”

You hug yourself with your arms, you were glad he wasn’t hiding anything but you needed the full truth from him, even if it makes you sick, “Ok then, tell me what you all did during those hard times before Tilly.”

Tommy leaned against the wall in front of you and crossed his arms, “Things got real bad out here. The town got poor n’ the people all up n’ left. We was the last few folks who stayed, couldn’t afford t’leave. When the food ran out, things started goin’ south.”

He looked down at the floor, “Y’ever been so hungry ‘at y’start seein’ things?”

You shake your head, your upbringing was not great and many nights you ate sleep for dinner but you never got so starved that you would hallucinate.

He continues, “Well, when y’get that hungry, y’become somethin’ else, like you was losin’ yer humanity. Desperate.” He lets out a sigh, “Momma tried her best t’find anythin’ to eat, she picked the town clean until nothin’ was left not even wild animals to hunt, was like god turned on us or somethin’. It got so bad we was eatin’ grass n’ it made us sick.” He paused and you looked at him and lowered your arms,

“Why didn’t you guys travel to the next town?” you inquire

He shakes his head, “Back then there wasn’t no town for a days drive n’ we had no gas for the one truck we kept.”

“Oh” you mumble

He continues, “One day, uncle Charlie came home with an ice bucket full o’ meat, looked like ham hocks or somethin’, was all skinned n’ fresh. Momma asked him where he got it from, n’ what it was. Charlie told us he stole it from a passerby n’ scared ‘em off. Momma didn’t wanna ask more, she was dyin’ from starvation, she trusted him.” Tommy looked angry, “She trusted him, n’ so did I!” He turned to face the wall and slammed his fist on it, “Got-dammit!” you could see his face grimace with emotional pain. You walk up to him and rub his back, he lets out a few long breaths and turns to you and slinks down to the floor putting his head in his hands.

“I’m ok, I’m ok” he says in an assured tone.

He drops his hands and looks up at you, his blue eyes now shimmering with the promise of tears. You could begin to see what he may have looked like as a little boy, trembling and lonely from the bullying he went through. The sight of him like that tugged at your heart and made it ache,

“It’s ok if you need to stop. I don’t want you to push yourself.”

He waved his hand and sat forward with his legs raised up and his arms resting on his knees,

“No I’m gon’ get through it, I need to.” He continues, “We ate that meat, was the best meal we had in a long time, we stored the rest so it’d last us. Felt like we were alive again, don’t know how else to s’plain it.” Tommy paused for a minute, staring off into nothing, then continued, “We found out the truth a few days later when the last pieces were ate up. Momma pushed uncle Charlie too far with questions, he cracked and told us it was people.” Tommy muttered under his breath and spoke more, “Momma lost her mind n’ I felt sick as a dog. I started wretchin’ but I was so starved ‘at nothin’ came out, big guy like me gets hungry faster then smaller folk.”

“It must have been hell for you.” You felt your stomach drop from the admittance, you follow up with a question, “What made you all keep eating people though? Why not just leave in search of a new home?”

He huffs, “This family was livin’ on this land fer decades, there was too much pride. I woulda up n’ left but I didn’t wanna leave momma out here alone t’die.”

You sit on the ground next to him and ask, “What made Charlie kill a person?”

Tommy rubbed the back of his head as it hung between his arms, “He said some guy rolled up askin’ fer gas, uncle Charlie said we ain’t got none and asked if the guy had any food on him. He told us the guy pulled out a gun on uncle Charlie n’ he had to do it. He told us the blood comin’ out the mans cuts made him crazy, he only saw meat and not a man, so he did what he did.”

You felt sick, the scenario was dire and it all made sense but it was hard to hear, it didn’t seem like a real thing that could happen. Tommy looked at you with the saddest eyes you had ever seen, he looked defeated,

You hesitantly ask the last question that came to mind, “How did you guys…what made you keep doing it?”

Tommy kept his eye contact with you and spoke quietly, “When y’eat a person, somethin’ inside you changes n’ makes you different then y’ever were before. Makes y’do things you ain’t never thought you’d be capable of… we started cravin’ it somethin’ fierce, like wild animals.” He shakes his head slowly, “The next town was bein’ built, the one y’visited a few months back.”

You nod, remembering the old man who warned you about Fuller.

Tommy continued, “More n’ more people would pass through, we stole gas, filled up the station, we stole cars n’ y’see ‘em near the forest out back, we took whatever people showed up n’ no lawman seemed to bat an eye, never saw one come ‘round, like we was forgotten. We shoulda just died n’ stayed human.” Tommy crossed his arms and tilted his head to the ceiling with closed eyes.

He keeps going, “We did it for a long while ‘til Tilly came n’ saved us all, delivered us from evil as momma likes sayin’. And that’s all of it, that’s what we did n’ why.”

You let out a long sigh, this was a lot of information to take in and it still didn’t feel real. You felt a few questions come up, and you asked,

“Were you the one to kill any of the people you ate?”

Tommy sighed, “Yes”

“How many?” you were very firm in your tone.

Tommy slunk, “Too many”

You nod and he adds, “I wasn’t there in my mind, it left my body when I did it n’ I cant remember a lot of it no more. It’s like when y’saw me after Dover, I went out my head n’ only came back when I heard y’call out fer me.”

You remembered that time, how he looked like another creature, how he behaved like an animal, you saw him dissociate from his reality. You ask,

“Did you do all the killing?”

He shook his head, “Momma saw how uncle Charlie was usin’ me fer easy kills, she whooped him hard, she whooped him so bad he was bleedin’ was almost dead. I never saw her so mad in my life. After that beatin’ uncle Charlie told me I ain’t gotta kill no one s’long as I butcher the meat, he said I better do it ‘cus I know how it was done on them cows n’ pigs all proper… Butcherin’ pigs n’ cows is already somethin’ awful… but butcherin’ people.” Tommy trailed off and had the color drain from his face. He looked at you and asked softly “I hope you ain’t got no more questions, I think I had about all I can handle. I’m sorry.”

You rub his arm, “I think I know enough. Thank you for being honest, I know this was hard.”

Tommy stands up and offers his hand to help you up, you take the help and he pulls you up from the floor. He holds your hands in his and looks into your eyes,

“I need you to know, I ain’t that person no more, s’far as the past goes, it was someone else who ain’t never comin’ back. Never ever.”

You conjure up a weak smile, you nod and say “I think I need to be alone to process this. I’m going to go home and get some rest. I’ll come back tomorrow and tell you what I think.” Tommy nodded and walked you out of the room after shutting the light, he watched you go up the stairs and he suddenly felt sick with anxiety. All he could think was that this would be the last time he saw you, he felt it coming. After all, who could love a monster like him?

#what ya writin #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x y/n #slasher community #thomas hewitt x afab reader #leatherface 2006 #texas chainsaw massacre #my art #the fruit after the flesh #slasher smut #slasher x reader #slasher thirst #slasher fandom #charlie hewitt #sheriff hoyt #hoyt

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goodgirlssayiloveyoutoo · 9 months ago

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People have said it, but I’m so frustrated I gotta say it again. In my opinion I feel that if Tim was being genuinely supportive of Lucy he wouldn’t have let the crime scene be compromised by the sprinklers. A) this is his role and duty as sergeant and a police officer who wants to see murderers be brought to justice and B) in not telling her it resulted in her being embarrassed in front of the entire precinct, dressed down by Wesley of all people and could have had real professional ramifications on her career if a murderer got away for her mistake.

I see the comparisons to Plain Clothes Day, and I definitely think it was intentional on the writers part. But my issue is that on plain clothes day Tim is the TO and Lucy the rookie, and he still ensures the vehicle is impounded so not to risk the crime scene being contaminated. She still learns the lesson and the criminal isn’t at risk of walking free. But that isn’t what happened in 6x01, if Lucy hadn’t been paying attention or sitting there they never would have solved it. Tim just lets the sprinklers go off? Let’s a crime scene be contaminated for what, to teach Lucy , a P2 and resident badass and oh ya his girlfriend… a lesson? I almost feel like a better word than undermined to describe what happened is “sabotaged.” I feel like if I was Lucy I’d feel sabotaged too. In the height of anxiety spiral your amygdala is firing so rapidly it is extremely hard to make any rational choices, Tim didn’t try to stop or help her (which we have seen him do!!! Many times! And he does it well!! 5x01?! Her rookie days!?) and just lets a crime scene that his girlfriend is in charge of be completely destroyed. 😭

I really hope it’s addressed in 6x02 cause I feel like this is OOC for Tim. He has never been shown, that I can remember at least, to risk the solving of a crime and finding justice to simply to teach a rookie or fellow officer a lesson. Plus they are no longer TO/ Rookie they are a couple, where is the equal footing we witnessed when they went undercover and Lucy was a bad ass UC? Lucy got lucky with this case and I am back to just hoping we get to see competent bad ass detective Lucy. I’m also hoping the show and writers use this as an avenue to explore what Tim actually being supportive looks like (knowing what to say to talk her out of a spiral about the dirty needle for just one small example), his reservations and own dishonesty around Lucy going UC and more of the argument at the end cause I, like many others, LOVE it when they give Tim and Lucy meaningful, angsty material. One of my fave scenes of theirs is the 2x01 fight Oof that was 🔥🔥🔥

#chenford #the rookie #lucy chen #Lucy chen my angel #my greatest fear was this fandom would turn on you #opinions and thoughts

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liesmyth · 1 year ago

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@takiki16 tags on my post are too good not to be shared! The context is wild shit that legit happened in IRL football ⚽ that I need the Ted Lasso fandom to be aware of, because it'd make for excellent fic material:

the MANAGERS #the PERSONAL DRAMA#I KNOW that ted lasso is not designed to be an actual realistic show #I KNOW that this whole thing did in fact begin as a way to soft trap Americans into watching the Prem #to the point that JOSE FUCKING MOURINHO ACTUALLY HAD A PART IN THE ORIGINAL NBC AD #I do NOT want to change the vibe of the show at all #(but like…a dramedy about the EPL that REALLY wanted to roast some fuckers would perhaps…NOT look like ted lasso #if they wanted to start with the managers it would just be two middle aged idiots with BOILING beef #who had to be physically restrained from throwing hands every other game and have personally destroyed each others’ marriages

Okay WHO would Roy have managerial beef with. I vote Arteta. Actually as @elizabear suggests, it's funnier if it's one sided

He would also instinctively dislike Rob Edwards of Luton because Jamie once said he's the hottest manager in the EPL. Roy's annoyed and he doesn't know why. (Rob Edwards is very hot)

For an example of managers throwing hands... the Tuchel/Conte handshake

In fact here's a whole compilation of managers throwing hands.

Thank you for bringing up Mourinho! This is his ad, btw. "What do you WANT Ted?" lives in my mind rent-free

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After much soul-searching I've decided Roy likes Mou a lot among all the managers he's played for. YES, he is a total cunt BUT

he's really fucking funny about it. Like, really.

he's never met a referee he didn't have beef with but most of all Anthony Taylor (as a Roma fan I have to agree with him on that)

the entire 2005 Chelsea team would've died for him. I've said this before, but there can't be a Frank Lampard in TL if Roy plays the box-to-box midfielder role, so this quote about Mourinho walking into Lampard naked in the shower to give him a pep talk? That's Roy. To me.

I can't even pick a quote among all the shit he's said about all the managers he's played against, but I especially enjoy when he used to be a bitch about Pep and Pep was like "I don't know her." It was like a one-sided crush dating back from their Barca days

#if they wanted it to be about the players the literal sky is the limit. WHATEVER the writers room can come up with#it cannot come CLOSE to the batshit drama that real Sockckckckcer Playahs have amongst each other#also intricate rituals. NOT ENOUGH INTRICATE RITUALS#when Jamie scored that free kick after getting permission to be a prick Dani should have kissed him with tongue

Here's some homoeroticism:

#but TO COME BACK TO OP’S POINT ABOUT ACTUAL GAMEPLAY#I want to see Coach Roy get red carded and have to sit in the stands for the next game cursing and swearing

He'd get, like, 3 red cards a season MINIMUM. Mourinho who. Here's Klopp losing it a bit. Here's Pep being passive aggressive as fuck. Pochettino from 2 days ago. Also from last weekend: De Zerbi's "I don't like 80% of referees in England" he's so right for this.

Manager Roy would get himself red carded the week before Richmond play Chelsea away. Totally accidental. So he doesn't have to have a lil cry about it.

#I want to see what it would take to get Zoreaux sent off#and then they have to stick Bumbercatch in goal and it turns out he has some Hyper Specific Phobia about the situation#he manages to save the team but his coping mechanisms for dealing with Forcible Keeper Phobia make up the comedy B-plot of the episode#

I want CLUB RIVALRY. dunno where Richmond actually physically is but imagine if they had derbies#Ted has to be made to understand that no coach - for THIS game we will not stop till we see BLOOD#Richmond wins but bc they are playing away the home fans actively are tossing crap at them as they celebrate on the pitch#also the sprinklers come on and it’s a bus full of soaked greyhounds on the ride home

They're in West London! Maybe they just fucking hate Fulham. Or Brentford.

Actually, I've thought long and hard about Richmond's derby rivalries. Semi-canon sources say they have a bit of a West London rivalry with Brentford BUT to me it doesn't make much sense because Richmond are supposed to have been mid-table in the Prem for years, top-flight but mediocre. Brentford only made it to the Prem in 2021.

Actually, I've decided that Richmond kind of take the place of QPR for most of their history, except they didn't get relegated when QPR did. This is because 1) it'd be too many London-based clubs otherwise but, more importantly, 2) when Man City won their first title in 2012 with Agueeeeeero!!! that was against Richmond. It's funny, To Me.

Also you know Roy still fucking hates Newcastle from his Sunderland academy days. If his pundit career had lasted longer he'd be having top tier shithousery with Alan Shearer every week about it.

Anyway here's a whole youtube playlist about WILD derbies.

#ALSO BC SUAREZ IS COMING TO MIAMI - BITING INCIDENTS CAN THEY DO THAT

As an Italian I am legally obliged to SAY that if Suarez hadn't bitten Chiellini at the World Cup we would have gone past the group stage because Uruguay scored off a corner they won while Italy were all busy telling the ref that there was a fucking cannibal on the pitch. I don't forgive and I don't forget.

Anyway for context: cannibal Luis Suarez. He's a repeat offender. Someone at Richmond would think it was very funny

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#once again sticking this footie post in the tag #ted lasso #FIC AUTHORS I HOPE THIS INSPIRES YOU #tumblr user taakiki16 you're SO valid for those tags I love them #sports #i'm sorry re roy & mourinho it's just true. roy in his prime playing days wouldn't have cared about the cuntery #as a manager he wouldn't be shit to his physio but as a player? sorry it wasn't a deal breaker. he likes mou more than ancelotti. to me #ted lasso meta #i mean. sort of lmao #long post #afc richmond #roy kent #various irl footie people #futbol

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PLEASE I NEED THE EROTIC DANCE BUT WITH ITACHI PLS

Nonny,

I’m so uncoordinated myself lol 😂 are you sure? …ok.

NSFW; ‘erotic dancing’; withholding; pet me with your eyes only; oral/masturbation—for some reason I really like writing blow jobs now?? Also, did not extensively edit. My guilt of not writing for four days got to me lol.

Let’s see, let’s see. Itachi is more of a traditional man, while he likes to spice things up occasionally—he’s not boring, far from it. He enjoys the more simplistic things in life the most. So when his s/o corners him for a dance—again. He’s awfully…bashful. Intrigued, but holy hell this damned girl was making him question his sanity.

They way she yanked him by the lapel of his shirt and dragged him to sit in a fold up chair already had his face warming. Ever so cute is Itachi when he hides his emotions. It made these little salacious moments more precious to her. That a grown man would act as if they hadn’t been fucking for the better part of a year.

Taking the tie from his hair, she put hers up in a bun. Fiesty today, the menu reeked of blood, sex and booze. Well, not really. But her energy was charged, owning him with just a glance. Her house robe slipped to the floor and the outfit she wore underneath was entirely too inappropriate for his liking.

But he did like it. So much he ran his hands over it, slipped two fingers on each side under the garter straps and snapped them. Tested the thin material beneath his fingers before his eyes flickered back up to hers.

‘I like it.’ Itachi grinned and then immediately grew cross when she swatted him away.

‘Good. You can touch me, but with your eyes.’ Yes ma’am, no further direction needed. Black orbs spun into red pearls fueled by desire.

Itachi knew if he really wanted to, he could take this act of hers and commandeer it. Throw it beyond any woman’s wildest dreams. Though he really liked being the audience in these situations and not always the theater master. If she wanted to put on a show, Itachi would behave. For now—or not.

Ass down, face up. She spread her self around for him on the floor first. Sat in his lap and ground herself into his erection.

‘That hard already?’ Well, yea? What did she expect when the dainty piece of lingerie left nothing to the imagination. The garter straps grew taut on her thighs went she bent her ass over in his lip. If he stole a kiss, she didn’t chide him.

‘Let me see..’ A devilish grin spread her lips.

Itachi sat back, unfastened his belt and drew out his cock. Languidly stroked himself a few good times before she sat between his legs and licked up his cock. Sucked the tip between just her lips and then railed it to the back of her throat. His eyes never leaving that perfect mouth.

‘Sit on it.’ He breathed the words out fast.

She shook her head no and gargled him more, Itachi groaned and clutched her hair. Running her tongue over his sensitive tip and dragging it back down the base of his shaft. She worked him with two hands as her mouth cradled his testicles. His head tilted back, mouth open as she sucked them gently and lightly tugged them with her lips. When the pulse in his cock quickened, he was given control again. Along with options.

‘In my mouth or on my face?” Tongue out, the soft coo of her voice only quickened his hand. The sharingan spun wildly under lidded eyes.

‘On your face.’ He let out a soft grunt, pumped his cock fast and then slow again right as he came. His warmth covering her face like a sprinkler.

She was beautiful always, not more divine when like this. Covered in his silky cum. Itachi wipes the small bit form the corner of her eye before leaning down to kiss her.

‘Maybe next time you’ll do this for me?’ The roaring laugh that came out of his mouth made the post nut clarity hit harder than it usually did.

‘Maybe.’

…..???

#itachi uchiha #itachi headcanons #itachi smut #itachi #uchiha itachi #uchiha headcanons #uchiha clan #uchiha family

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vallification · 6 months ago

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choso kamo / ☀️ leo / 🌙 taurus / 💫 scorpio

since we don’t know choso’s birthday, this is completely opinion-based. i tried not to stray too far from what we’re shown of him!!! but also i want him so bad so it’s short, because it was so Long before i cut all the extra shit out.

☀️ - sun in leo makes choso honest, loyal, brave, frank, and sincere. a few of choso’s most prominent leo characteristics include his loyalty, his frankness, and his confidence in his abilities and intelligence.

people often mischaracterize choso as someone who is soft spoken, timid, and non-confrontational, however, choso is extremely outspoken, confident, and confrontational. choso knows what he wants, and will do anything to get it. while he’s part of something bigger in the shibuya arc, his participation hinges on the fact that it gets him closer to what he wants: revenge for his brothers against yuji. once he gets access to yuji, it’s on sight, there is no time to waste with sneaking, hiding, etc., and choso has no problem telling yuji exactly what he’s there for. choso’s ability to throw himself into action is characteristic of a leo sun, who may pride themselves on this ability, which is a showcase of bravery and confidence.

however, leo suns are known to be victims of pride, arrogance, presumption, and sensitivity. against yuji, choso is very careful in his calculations, taking the possibility of being tricked into account when he has the advantage. despite his skepticism, he lets pride and arrogance get the best of him. once choso thinks that he’s cornered yuji, mechamaru’s low blow comments about his brothers get him where it hurts, and choso throws caution to the wind in an attempt to re-establish himself as the “winner.” choso is once again knocked down a peg when he realizes that blood manipulation is much harder to control with the sprinklers on. these faults don’t necessarily end up bringing him failure, but they slow him down and leave him vulnerable.

🌙 - moon in taurus makes choso grounded, headstrong, sensual, passionate, and powerful. taurus moons have extremely strong emotions and convictions, but their groundedness keeps their actions on a tight leash. in choso’s case, his taurus moon helps him keep a level head even when he feels overcome by his feelings, allowing him to utilize both logic and emotion to achieve goals. he may be a little too self-serving when it comes to his true intentions, and he may get carried away from an objective if something else would satisfy his own personal goals more. we don’t see much of his personal life, but in my opinion, i think choso would value simple pleasures highly— ie. nice material but no flashy clothes, a nice shower but no fancy spa, etc.. i could also elaborate about his passion but i think i would get carried away. Lol

💫 - scorpio rising… choso is Obviously a scorpio rising. scorpio risings are known for their intense gaze, dark eyes and hair, intimidating aura, and almost inherent sense of eroticism. scorpio risings seem incredibly mysterious, with this alluring air about them, like they’re magnetic. oftentimes, their resting expression is neutral at best, or a scowl at worst. choso’s eyes and general aura are what enticed me to place him as a scorpio rising, because it just… explains him SO well.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk choso #choso kamo #vallification

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the-softest-love-is-ours · 1 year ago

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F/O Headcanons: Pokemon Universe Edition!

(More will be added with time)

(Also, many of these are inspired from headcanons I’ve previously read, so you may recognize them. Unfortunately, most of these have been in my phone for a long time so I don’t remember some of the original sources; if you do though, please message me so I can give proper credits)

Aromatisse tend to make potpurri nests

Nessa and Raihan are cousins.

Leon does not know how to break open a safe or pick locks… Hop knows how to do both. In fact Hop has numerous skills that are also a little shady.

It’s hard keeping a Riolu at their beginning stage because they are very loving, loyal and friendly pokemon. Don’t give your kid a Riolu because you will be taking care of a Lucario.

Phantump can possess all kinds of tree stumps (fruit trees, redwoods, birch trees, etc.). This gives them some natural variation in appearance.

Kirlia will often "intern" under Gallade and Gardevoir in order to enhance their psychic abilities. Which one a Kirlia trains under is thought to influence its evolution if male.

Magikarp are popular among breeders because they have a good amount of variation and produce lots of eggs. You can get Magikarp/Gyarados in various colors and patterns because of this. This is also true among Rattata, but they’re less popular due to people considering them weak and boring.

Absol are known for being paranoid. They are extremely protective of their trainers and will try to prevent any negative thing from happening to them, even if that thing is "leaf blows into their face" or something equally mundane.

Sylveon and Umbreon get along surprisingly well because they're both stealth hunters.

One popular textile company uses a stylized Leavanny for their logo.

Modern Pokeballs create simulations for the Pokemon inside that make them feel like they're in a large environment. In addition to making the Pokeball feel extra comfortable, they also help keep the Pokemon enriched.

Eevee and their evolutions arguably have the cutest courtship rituals on the planet. They start off by showing interest with short yips and sniffing, studying each other. After that, play-fighting ensues. When that's done, the pair share tiny kisses on the cheek.

Umbreon can spray poison from their rings. They can poison themselves if they breathe it in accidentally due to not being poison-types, but the toxins are pretty mild.

Leavanny can fly, but only for very short distances and not very far off the ground.

A popular rumor states that the more powerful the Lucario the more black they have on their bodies, but there's nothing scientific to back up this claim.

There are some that believe that Fidough evolve faster when around fire-type Pokemon. This claim has yet to be scientifically backed, however.

Young Vulpix will actively try to get their trainers to "hold their paw for reassurance.

The Leavanny line becomes incredibly agitated if they don't have any materials to "sew" with, so make sure they have access to plenty of greenery.

Absol live in isolation out in the wild, only coming together to breed and take care of their pups.

Jolteon oddly prefer sparkling water. Many theorize that the breed generally prefer foods that cause ‘tingly’ sensations as it’s similar to the hum of electricity.

Legendary and guardian pokemon in Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, and Kalos are so rarely seen they are thought of as myths. Meanwhile the Tapu guardians in Alola have shown up in people's backyards to mess around with their sprinklers and lawn ornaments.

Luxray are used as police or medical Pokemon in Sinnoh due to their ability to see through objects and strong stature. They are good at finding and retrieving victims and people who need assistance. Along with that they can be trained to listen for heartbeats and give electricity in a way similar to an AED.

There is a superstition in Johto that if an Eevee jumps into a child's crib, the child is blessed. Often times for baby showers, the mother is gifted an Eevee egg for this very reason. When the kit hatches, it is left in the room with the baby. If the Eevee stays by the child's side, but outside the crib, the child is destined to be average and live a normal life. However, if the Eevee jumps inside the crib and sleeps next to the child, the child will be blessed with fortune, prosperity, and joy.

It's thought that having someone with a positive aura take care of Riolu eggs helps them to hatch faster.

Eevees tend to mimic the personality and habits of their trainers. If their trainer tends to be energetic, the Eevees will get a share of that energy too. If, on the other hand, the trainer tends to be more on the relaxed and a bit lazy side the Eevees will behave like that too.

Popplio are frequently used for public performances and other forms of entertainment. It works out nicely, as it serves as excellent enrichment for them

Swablu's soft, cotton-y down is a favorite filler for pillows, especially because they shed it often. Nowadays it's more common to find synthetic substitutes.

Eevee’s love to be groomed and accessorized, especially on their tail. They don't like baths though but they groom themselves well.

Hisuian Growlithe/Arcanine are still found in some volcanic regions, but they are incredibly rare and protected under law.

A group of Chingling/Chimecho are known as a gong.

While Vulpix and Ninetales have incredible fur, harming one is considered bad luck and, in some areas, sacrilegious.

#not technically an imagine #bunny headcanons #pokemon #pokemon worldbuilding #pokemon headcanons #not exactly f/o related

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sdv-roseglass-farm · 1 year ago

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Heartbeat

Harvey x gender neutral reader, fluff, angst

TW: swearing

Word count: 1448

Description: You come home after a long day in the mines to your husband, and have a relaxing shower and comforting evening together - where serious discussions are had.

(Was meant to be just fluff, but then I came back to it months later and it has become angsty)

I walk down the mountain path, the heaviness of my bag causing my feet to drag. The warm glow coming from my bedroom window getting closer - allowing me to push forward, one step at a time.

Finally reaching the door, I push it open - dropping my bag onto the floor with a loud thud. My shoulders sag in relief to be free from the weight, before collapsing onto the sofa, my legs screaming in agony. Laying there with my eyes shut, sinking into the soft cushions, I hear quiet footsteps head towards me.

"y/n, I am so glad your back," Harvey sighs in relief, kneeling down next to me, gently caressing my face, "are you hurt at all? Can I do anything to help you?"

I force my eyes to open, watching how he fusses over me, looking over me and noticing the dirt and slime covering my clothes, paying specific attention to any tears in my clothes. . I smile softly, his love feeling like a warm embrace in comparison to the suffocating darkness in the caverns.

"I'm okay, just a few bruises, scrapes and utter exhaustion. Luckily though, I have the materials I needed for the sprinklers and tools - and I found this large egg to try and hatch." I let out a soft chuckle, before grabbing Harvey's hand and kissing it softly, the worry in his eyes melting slightly.

"Help me get ready for bed? I think my legs might give out from how heavy that bag was," I ask forcing myself to sit up, my back aching in protest.

"Of course sweetheart," he responds, wrapping an arm around my waist before helping me stand. We walk to the bathroom, my legs feeling like lead.

Carefully, as though I was made of glass, he helps me sit on the toilet lid before turning to the shower. I begin to peel my clothes off of me, the slime causing them to stick painfully. I hiss in pain, managing to force my shirt to fall to the floor. Harvey turns around at my noise of pain, his eyes fills with concern.

"I'm okay, just didn't realise how much my arms hurt. Can you help me get out of the rest of my clothes?" I ask smiling in reassurance, knowing from experience that he will jump to the worst conclusions.

Together, with only the noise of the shower filling the air, he helps he out of the rest of my clothes and into the hot shower. I quickly dip my head under the stream of water, letting it warm me up and begin to get rid of the dirt.

Turning around, I notice Harvey hovering near the sink, watching me as though I was going to disappear before his eyes. "You going to join me? I think I might need help to properly get rid of the gross shit."

His lips quirk up slightly, before he begins to take off his own clothes, placing his glasses beside the sink and climbing in. I turn back around towards the shower, grabbing the shampoo.

"Let me," he quietly states grabbing the bottle. I nod, before letting him take the bottle from me, closing my eyes and relaxing. I pay attention to the shower stream hitting my chest, and how Harvey massages the shampoo into my hair. Taking great care, but expertise after washing my hair so frequently.

Afterwards, he places a gentle kiss against my shoulder, before reaching past me to grab the shower head. Using it, he washes out all of the shampoo, taking care to not pull on any knots or tangles. Afterwards, he places it back - making sure it doesn't spray me in the face - before grabbing the conditioner and repeating the process of massaging it in my hair.

While doing so, I grab my wash cloth, cover it in soap, and begin to scrub at my face, arms and chest. I watch the murky brown water rush down the drain. Snapping out of my daze, I feel Harvey gently take to wash cloth from my hand before washing off the rest of me. I feel his eyes analysing me as my skin becomes more visible, taking note subconsciously of every scrape and bruise.

"Hey," I soothingly murmur, barely being heard over the water. "I'm okay, love. I promise," I feel him pause, before continuing on. Once he finished, I turned around, letting the water fall against my back. I gently cupped Harvey's face, smiling softly, "I am okay."

I watch Harvey's shoulder's slump, before he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls be to his chest.

"I know, I just worry a lot. Just knowing you're alone in the mines for so an unknown amount of time. The thought that something might happen to you-" he cuts himself off, choking on his words due to the tightness in his throat. I feel his arms tighten their hold on my waist. "I'm not asking you to stop going down there though. Believe me, I know it is important. Hell, practically everyone in town has needed you do go down there for us as we need to minerals and resources. The rest of us aren't brave enough, and Marlon and Gil are getting too old to go to the deeper levels, let alone Skull Caverns. It is just terrifying, and I am always so scared you're going to get serious hurt and not be able to get back."

I soothingly rub his back, feeling my heart clench. "I'm sorry, darling. I didn't realise how much it scared you."

He shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't want to worry you. I guess, just seeing you look so exhausted to caused it to all come spilling out."

I pull away from him slightly, raising my hand and caress his face, I watch as he leans into it. "You're right that I can't stop going down there. There is too many important things down there that help everyone, especially in the skull caverns. But that doesn't mean your feelings are less important. While Marlon and Gil are getting older, I am sure they know other adventurers. I am sure they might be able to find someone who will join me on the more dangerous trips, and if not I could ask Krobus. As for injuries, well I am learnt a lot from you to help with the smaller injuries - and if I do get a serious injury I push myself too much."

I watch as Harvey's eyes light up, filling with warmth at my plan.

"Really? You don't mind going with someone else?"

I shake my head, "of course not. The only reason I haven't been was because I hadn't even thought about it. I just got used to doing things by myself, much like the farm. I'm sure you remember how much it shocked me when you asked how you could help," I tease, grinning, causing him to let out a soft chuckle. "Though you are forgetting that I haven't fully been alone this whole time."

He looks at me puzzled, causing me to let out a laugh.

"You silly. No matter the injury, small or big you have always taken care of me. If it weren't for your help or advice I probably would become a lot more injured and in a worse state, especially as I had no idea what foods were the best to give me more energy."

I watch as a soft blush rises on his cheeks, his eyes glistening with tears at my words. Without saying anything he pulls me close and kisses me as though I am the most precious thing in the world.

"I love you," he states when pulling apart.

"I love you too, now help me out of the shower - I really don't think my legs will be able to hold me up for much longer," I said. Quickly, he helps me wash the conditioner out of my hair, before helping me out.

Sitting on the toilet lid and I brush my teeth, waiting for him to finish his own quick shower. Once he was finished he went to our room to grab our pyjamas before heading back, watching me finish off moisturising.

Once changed, he helped me get to our bed, climbing in to the warm, comforting embrace of my mattress and duvet. I feel the bed dipping down beside me, before Harvey comes towards me. Resting his head on my chest, I wrap my arms around him, feeling at peace for the first time in hours with my husband letting my heartbeat reassure him I am okay and send him to sleep.

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In your experience (and, of course, your husband's) what are the pros/cons of the different materials for devices? It seems that plastic, resin, and stainless steel are the most commonly used, but they all seem to have different trade-offs (I know stainless steel is heaviest, for instance).

🔒Hey, Tom here. Chastity devices need to balance four different qualities: Comfort, Convenience, Security, and Sexiness.

Comfort is an essential quality: if a device is constantly scraping, chaffing, rubbing, or otherwise damaging your tender bits so much that you need to keep removing it, then clearly that device is not working for you, and you’re not going to wear it. Yes, some time for adaptation is normal, but having to deal with edema or rashes is not. For example, this is why some all silicone cages rate pretty well for comfort — the squishy silicone means that you shouldn’t need to worry about hard edges rubbing against your skin. Similarly, some of the stainless steel devices have smooth rings and edges (more comfort against your skin), but are sometimes offset by sharp edges on seams or the locking mechanisms.

Convenience is an often overlooked criteria when some people discuss their devices, but it really is just as important as comfort, for many of the same reasons. Convenience concerns the ease with which you can keep the device clean, and engage in your normal daily activities. If your device has to be removed a couple of times a day, that’s not especially convenient for your keyholder. If you can’t clean it properly, then you can’t wear it for very long. If you can’t work or exercise while wearing it, then that’s a problem For example, one of my personal criteria is being able to use a urinal; between my work and my regular activities, I can’t always find a stall. I can, however, find a tree when I’m working outside, or on a particularly long bike ride. This is a reason that I avoid cages with tiny little holes (or worse, sprinkler heads) at the tip.

Fitting into the convenience category is the ability to wear a device under normal clothing. The old CB2000 and the Curve left rather odd looking or simply large bulges in most dress pants, and many of the lesser-known Chinese devices depend upon locks or fasteners at odd angles. If people at work keep staring at your crotch as if they are trying to figure out if you’re hiding something, then that’s not especially convenient.

Security: Some of you might be surprised that I didn’t mention Security right at the beginning. That is because, based on everything that I’ve read in the last twenty-plus years from guys describing their own experiences, if a device is not comfortable or convenient, then they aren’t going to wear it anyway, so the security is moot. By Security, I’m referring to whether or not you can masturbate while wearing the device, and if so, how successfully. While presumably any device will prevent intercourse, many allow some (most?) men some degree of manipulation to the point of orgasm (or at least, something that allows an ejaculation of sorts). While a lot of men rely on using tighter cuff rings or opt to get a piercing so they can anchor the end of their penis to the cage, the fact is that most of us do not need to remove the cage portion in order to have an orgasm. Some cages will do a better job than others, but no cage is Alcatraz (or Azkhaban).

So, if no device is 100%, why even wear them? Because when you come right down to it, men who are into being locked aren’t wearing them because their partners don’t trust them (i.e., they are not for preventing random intercourse); they are wearing them because they enjoy the idea of erotic orgasm control. The more inescapable the device, the more believable their internal script when it comes to their "willing suspension of disbelief." We want something that allows us to believe more completely in our fantasies of turning over the control of our orgasms (within some limits of reason that we set for ourselves). This is why we’re willing to settle for a fairly comfortable and relatively inexpensive Holy Trainer instead of a less convenient and much, much more expensive Latowski. So, security is ironically not the most important thing with a chastity device.

And that brings us to Sexiness. Let's face it, many of us think that these cages simply look sexy or erotic, based on some weird kind of criteria we have in our heads. Personally, I think the metal devices from Steelworks or Mature Metal or Badass Workroom are sleek and eye-catching. My wife, however, thinks that most metal cages look like old plumbing parts. To be fair, though, she also thinks that most plastic cages look like old plumbing parts.

All this is lead-up to answering the original question: All devices and materials have different pros and cons when you match them up against these qualities. Stainless steel is much heavier than plastic, but is more secure in the sense that you can't easily break it. Plus, it gives one an inner sense of "I am locked for real" which adds to the fun. But, they may present problems with metal detectors, and they will, umm, drag you down a bit at the end of the day. So, bigger on security and sexiness, while possibly lower on convenience.

Plastics are lighter and easier to pass through travel security. But they need to be removed more frequently for good cleanings. Also, they may be more prone to cracking and breaking depending upon the material used. So, higher on comfort, while maybe lower on convenience.

Fortunately, there are many more interesting designs now than twenty or even ten years ago when I first started rating devices on this scale. Hopefully you can use this to make your own evaluations about picking a cage.

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