#thats Me being burned alive. thats what my body looks like.

[lichenteeth]

there are unfamiliar organs in me

if you opened me up I would be a mobius strip of developing cystic fixations, old animals in mitosis, faces melting into membrane and bile

circling themselves like bloody minnows

I look like you, I can speak like you

but I wont soon

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

for some reason im really feeling the Queer Euphoria in this chilis tonight, specifically: being so ambiguous its hilarious. there is No label to describe my orientation/gender. like yeah i use nonbinary bc technically it fits but also bc the flag Fucks. if asked, my only correct answer would be "Wildcard, Motherfucker!"

[l44serbeam]

— TIRED OF YOU ʚɞ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

← 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 | 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

warnings — blood, gore, swearing, violence, disassociation, weapons

The second Ellie stepped foot out of Jackson to find y/n, she no linger had control of her body. She walked hours and killed dozens of infected and kept going with empty eyes. When she comes across a note leading her to y/ns whereabouts, she doesn’t hesitate to follow it. On the other hand, y/ns stumbling through her surrounds deliriously, helplessly trying to find supplies or anything to help keep her alive.

“No! You’re cheating!” Y/n hissed, leaning over the table to smack Ellies hand.

“Im not cheating! You just suck at this game.” Ellie snickered, placing down another card.

“Its not a game of skill dumbass.” Y/n rolled her eyes, and placed down another card.

“Then your luck sucks.” Ellie replied before placing another card. “UNO!” The girl barked, her voice coming out more eager than warranted and jumping in her seat.

“YOU BITCH!” Y/n yelled, laughing with skepticism laced into her voice.

“C’mon y/n/n. You know what you gotta do.” Ellie said, her tone jokingly condescending.

“Fuck you.” Y/n said as she placed the only usable card she had.

Ellie didn’t spare a second to slap down her final card, jumping up and raising her arms in the air and laughing hysterically.

Y/n laughed as she watched Ellies antics, at that time being her best friend of a year and a half.

Three gentle knocks on the door made the two stop for a second, the door opening to reveal Joel.

“Whats going on in here? I can hear you from the porch.” He said but not in a chastising manner.

“Ellie being a cheater is what.” Y/n said as she grabbed the Uno cards and began shuffling them.

“Am not!” Ellie squeaked. “Shes just mad shes shit at every card game ever.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and flipped off the girl before her, igniting a hyena kind laughter from her.

“I think this games gonna fuel a rivalry.” Joel chuckled slightly. “Y/n, Maria is asking for you to talk about some job for tomorrow.”

“Shit.” Y/n cursed under her breath. “Yeah let me grab my stuff and ill go to her.”

Joel nodded and closed the door.

“What job for tomorrow?” Ellie asked, squinting her eyes at y/n suspiciously.

“Shes making me pick up some grunt work. Says itll help me ‘find peace’ and ‘distract myself’.” She said, saying the reasons in mocking voices.

“The fuck. You’ve been having shitty jobs for like weeks now. Thats not fair no one else our age is doing those jobs why do you have to?” Ellie began, starting to get riled up to what in her eyes was unfair.

“Its fine Els i don’t mind. Not like I have anything else to do. I like being busy.” Y/n reasoned, shrugging off Ellies worries.

“You’re going to get burn out quickly y/n if you’re doing this shit every day.”

Y/n turned around to face Ellie and crossed her arms and looked at the gurl with round eyes. “Ellie im fine. Ill be fine. If i get burnt out then i rest but i enjoy this. I get to go into the forest around us and it’s peaceful.”

“I still don’t think you should let them make you do these things y/n. I don’t want to see something happen to you.”

“Ill be ok Ellie. If anything happens to be ill beat up whoever made it happen.”

Ellie laughed and looked at her best friend, her fave soft and eyes happy. The sun that shone against her back casted an aura of gold around her head and hair. Ellie couldn’t identify the pitting feeling in her stomach, but it was there, swallowing in on herself.

“I dont doubt it y/n/n.”

The night was hollow and bloody, Ellie crouched over a lazily burning fire. She looked into it, her eyes empty and glazed.

It’d been over 48 hours since Ellie had left Jackson.

Shed walked and shed walked. She checked every building shed come across, killing dozens of infected along the way.

After almost a day of walking, shed finally reached the warehouse that Luke had marked on the map, anxiousness and excitement picking at her chest as she looked at the rusted building.

Shed desperate begged whatever was above to find her. To walk into that factory and the only attack shed receive was y/n’s warm embrace.

But, Ellie knew her life had a habit of not going the way she wished.

Searching through the factory, she found dozens of dead infected littering the floor, the blood pooling around them still shimmering against her flashlight. It hadn’t been ling since they were put down. She inspected their wounds, the majority having stab wounds instead of gunshots.

She knew. She knew that y/n was the one to do this. That her y/n, pained and hungry had killed dozens of these infected in a fight to save her life.

This conclusion Ellie had come to was only solidified when she came across an opened closet in the first floor, blood staining the ground of it. But what caught Ellies attention wasn’t the blood of the ruthless scratches carved into the door. It was the arrow sticking out the wall by the door, pinning a polaroid onto the wall. It was simply a picture of the forest, green blooming everywhere and the suns rays reflecting off the leaves.

Ellie knew this was y/ns way of telling the girl she was alive.

With hope prickling at her ears, Ellie took the arrow and polaroid and went off to try to track her.

Now, the day later, Ellie had set up a fire to warm herself before she kept on her search, her feet aching in pain and her arms burning.

She didnt care how long shed have to be out there, she knew she had to find her. She couldn’t bare knowing that the last time the two interacted was an argument where she’d said things she couldn’t even think of repeating.

When Ellie pulled off the arrow, not one, but two polaroids fell, another one hidden behind.

The e’s. The handwriting only confirmed the polaroids and arrows belonging to y/n.

Staring down at the miswritten e’s and scratchy writing, Ellies eyes solidified as she breathed in deeply.

She stuffed it into the pocket and exited the warehouse, searching for the sign that was referenced in the note.

After walking around the perimeter, Ellie found a path that went downwards and led to the near by deserted town below the elevated land. Next to the beginning of the path was a big yellow metal sign with a black arrow pointing down the path.

Ellie straightened her back and breathed in, flicking open her pocket knife in a smooth action and holding it readily at her side. She began lunging down the path, alerted and ready to get through anything and anyone.

Step after step, breath after breath, y/n stumbled into the beginning of the town, seemingly unbothered and unclaimed.

Her head was faint and hazey, the plentiful blood that had rolled down her legs had practically dried onto her skin and muddy sweat beaded at her neck.

For the past 24 hours, y/n had been painfully taking down infected. Her lack of supplies left her clutching onto holding reality.

The burning sun beamed down on her for hours, evaporating basically all the water from her body, but no where was there any replenishment for that loss of water. Her fatigue weighed down on her and the empty grovel of her stomach made her fragiler.

A pharmacy.

Y/n felt the world around her sharpen when spotting the weathered words on the wall of the building before her, reading 24 HOUR PHARMACY.

She peered in through the windows as best as she could before losing her sense of control and pushing her way inside.

She looked around desperately, the place obviously not exactly flourishing with left behind items.

“Bingo.” y/n whispered upon finding a few supplies hidden behind the checking counter.

A bottle of alcohol, a few rags, and a protein bar. Desperately she collapsed to the ground to claw at the supplies, ripping the cap off the alcohol and pouring it on a rag. She leaned to her leg and hesitantly held the cloth over the wound on her leg.

Taking a few shaky breaths as she prepared herself of the torturous burn she was going to feel.

3… 2… 1…

Hot, red, flashing pain shot through y/ns body, her moth hissing and head hitting the counter behind her. “Jesus fucking christ.” She groaned, reaching over to the protein bar as her other hand held the rag. She ripped it open with her teeth and ravished the thing, the chocolate flavor blessing her dry, swollen tongue.

But what is it that they say, all food tastes amazing when you’re starving, right?

“Ok boys lets do this quickly!”

The hairs on the back of y/ns neck immediately stood and the fog in her brain subsided.

“Groups of two, alright? Leo and Nick with me, rest go. Kill anything and anyone you come across.” The voice of the yelled from outside the pharmacy, close enough to a broke glass that y/n could clearly hear their conversation.

Her hand desperately clawed at the ground around her is search of the knife shed had all along. Once grabbed, she pulled it against her chest, arm at ready for any sudden action.

Then, the sudden noise of the ring of the pharmacy door opening, followed by the shuffling of feet.

“Look ‘round. See what you can scrounge up.” A dark, rough voice ordered from the door.

Y/ns grip on her knife tightened and her breathing settled.

Go.

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a/n — the way this is a day late and i havent posted the robin fic i was supposed to a few days ago😭😭 im so sorry yall this week has been CRAZY. i went to my first ever pride this weekend and got fuuuuucked up, i saw a few friends of mine perform (but it was a monday night and felt the consequences of my actions the next morning), i bought my first car ever by myself 🥳🥳🥳(finally a bitch can get out of the public transportation shes been trained to use since she was like 10💀), and i did an interview for a new job im trying to get and it went surprisingly well. these next few days ill b posting a bunch of stuff ti make up for my delays so i hope u enjoyyy.

[lavaablast]

My headcanons pt1 (because i self project on everything)

(my opinion remember this is all silly fun) (also i change my mind contantly so expect me to edit this post constantly)

Kai Smith:

the band aid on his eyebrow is there because he has an eyebrow piercing, and he wants to protect it from getting ripped in battle (also doesnt want a scolding from Wu hehe)

self harms but instead of c///ing he burns because well, obvious reasons (less likely to be found out too)

orthorexic, is obsessed with being in peak physical form

hear me out on this one, i know he eats junkfood (so do orthorexics okay every 3d is diferent) anyway he never does it alone. he eats junkood only with other people, and he's always thinking he'll "make up for it" later. so yes he eats junkfood and yes he is orthorexic (felt like i had to defend my point there dsfsd)

body dysmorphia. knows he looks good but doesnt know what he looks like

"if i gave up on being pretty, i wouldn't know how to be alive" or wtv mitski said

has an extensive skincare routine but if anyone asks him he'll just say he "washes his face with cold water"

anger issues, but like he can explode on the ninja too and then he immediately regrets it but its too late which leaves him with... ->

guilt. ALL THE TIME. its in the back of his head wherever he goes

sun aries, moon sagittarius. i wont back down on this (im a sun aries and moon sag)

claims he "doesnt care" but actually cares so much it hurts (especially about Nya/Lloyd he'd do anything for them you hear me ANYTHING)

has strong morals and ideals but will give them up in a second when needed for survival of himself or the ninja (people often see this as a bad thing but he just wants everyone to live no matter the cost)

ironically, can't handle spicy food and is ALWAYS made fun of it by the others

is reckless and takes stupid risks because he does not care for his body whatsoever (the others think he doesnt know whats at stake, he does, but doesnt care when it's just his own saftey he's risking)

lowkey a perfectionist, but has a different idea of perfect than others so they wouldnt know (aka he needs things/himself/stuff he makes to be perfect, but not perfect objectively, perfect to what he thinks is right)

loves his parents because they tried their best, but still resents them. he hates that he does, but he does

cried all of his tears out ONCE after Nyas "death" and didnt cry at all after that, instead taking so much on his plate that he didnt get a single chance to think about it again (it'd be too painul, this was easier) which lead to....->

his grief being put on hold; and only when Nya already was back did it come out and he had no idea why he was feeling this way so he didnt tell anyone (what would he have said, im in agony for no reason at all?) and it was HELL to do it alone

tied to the above; he couldn't ask for help if his life depended on it (literally)

loves too hard

hates too hard

BPD coded (i dont wanna diagnose him but,,, im justsayinnn *whistles while walking away suspiciously*)

trust issues, but lowk all the ninja have them because like,,, just look at what they have to deal w bro

commitment issues because freedom is the most important thing in the world (after Nya/Lloyd) so settling down or commiting to one thing too long feels like threatining his freedom

actually smart (both emotinally and intelligently) but doesnt use his brains capabilities that much

great memory but also shit memory (remembers a whole row of numbers for no reason but forgets he has to pick up lloyd from the arcade..)

hot. thats all i rest my case

loves himself but hates himself

everything and nothing at the same time, everything about him contradicts himself, but also doesnt, but also does

hes a really simple person, really. but also the most complex one youll ever meet.

hates labels, especially being labeled by others (for the reasons above)

likes men but hates labels so,, no labels (not even the label "unlabeled")

infact he has a deep hatred for the label 'unlabeled' because if something is unlabeled, then why are you LABELING IT

red. everything is red redredred RED he loves red

has sibling bracelets with nya and lloyd (kai has green & dark blue, lloyd red & dark blue, nya red and green)

everything has to be red except the things that are black and orange. i rest my case once again

drinks just a bit too much for it to be considered concerning (started at 14)

will yell and scream at anyone who tries to help him (why do they think he needs help? why are they babying him? why cant the see he is capable?)

wouldnt let nya touch a bottle until she was 18 (be thankful nya its for the best)

paints his nails black or red.

has a strand of hair dyed red all the time

perfect teeth even tho he often forgets to brush them (how? fuck do i know)

would be a hyena i he was an animal

hates smartphones so he has a.. push-button phone?? whatever they're called. and he also only has the nokia brand. wont change it for a thing

"hates technology" but couldnt live without video games

loves to try new things but will have a breakdown if he HAS to try new things

stubborn asf, wont ever do anything he doesnt want to, which...->

makes people think he's selfish, but actually he's quite the opposite

selfless in an unconventional way, i'll make a drawing explaining it

please understand what i mean with that chart because it explains it so well in my brain

thats it for now cfdsfdr

[newtpilled]

YanSim {AU} Drabbles.

Oughhh. My version of the characters + references to roleplay. I love you marry me Ayano

Tw : Basic Yandere stuff , gorey thinking. Mentions of SH . Implied smoking + past trauma.

Ayano Aishi {Spiraling}

Bad. Was that the word ayano wanted to use? She didn't know. It felt bad but it felt worse than bad. It wasn't the normal feelings either, those were bad. This was horrible; it plagued her mind as she sat on her bench. She picked at her food lazily, she wasn't hungry. She lost her appetite. Is this what her mother was trying to tell her about? Warning her or was she preparing her? She didn't know, she hasn't felt like this before . Jealousy. Thats what she was looking for maybe. The feelings were almost immediate, the hatred that buried into her skin and infected her thoughts

He could never love a girl who thought like this, who was like her. She wouldn't just let him be away from her though, no. She felt like she had to do something. something to satisfy the itch that's burning into her skull, her hands, and her very being. It felt like she was being burned alive, and she needed to put it out as fast as she could. She set her box down, deciding that heading to the bathroom would probably be better. Ayano's legs shook when she stood, her head felt foggy. She swore she was seeing things. She had never acted violent to other people before, normally she took it out on herself. Even now as she sat in the stall scratching at her hand she didn't feel any better.

The pain was doing nothing for her, she said wanted to see him in pain. Begging for forgiveness as she broke his skull. She shook her head, her breath coming out in a ragged gasp. She hasn't had an attack since she was back in the hospital. It was all too new and different. Too much to handle. She should hurt him. Kill him. Make him feel how she feels for wanting to get close to her Zaishi. He belonged to ayano, maybe he didnt know that yet. He would soon enough though, she knew that…she would at least keep him safe from those freaks who would try to put their disgusting hands on him . Maybe it would be fine. Nobody would miss him. Nobody knows him. Nobody *cares* about Micheal. She felt a sense of calm wash over her.

“When you find him, you'll know. You'll do anything for him. I'll help you!” Ayano thought back to her mother's words. All of those lessons were for this weren't they? Her mother knew what to do didn't she? She did this too. Didn't she? She put her hands on her lap, pulling out her phone to text her mother. ‘I think I get it now.’ is what she wrote before she put it away and stood up. Sometimes you just have to do things for the people you love, she hummed as she walked to the sink. She ran some water into her hands and ran a hand down her face.

It felt…good. It shouldn't feel good, she just killed someone. The blood is still on her hands no matter how much she's trying to wash it off in the locker room shower. The body is still there, she couldn't bring herself to touch it anymore. Not after how much she stabbed it. She didn't remember how it happened, walking behind him one second and the next she was throwing her shoes and clothes into the incinerator. She remembers how it felt like it's what she was made for, how his red mixed with how she was feeling. She could feel his anguish like he had caused her. That itching in her brain was too good to not scratch as she tore him apart. The red coated the floor, her , and her entire being. It was a token of love, and Yaku would one day appreciate it.

She was glad she had a change of clothes with her, a spare uniform in her gym locker. She wasn't stupid enough to kill someone and not get away with it, she was an Aishi. It was in their blood to do it. Of course she would have to be careful, if anyone remembered her mother's accusations people could spread rumors. Yaku could hear them. Yaku could hate her. Yaku could find out what she did and hate her forever.

Ayano couldn't tell when she started crying, when the tears started down her face. The hot stream that dropped into her burning skin. She didn't want Yaku to leave her, to hate her. She couldn't deny it though, that it felt good when she dug into him. She laughed genuinely for the first time in years, it tore from her throat like it was supposed to happen. Maybe protecting Yaku always felt this good? She shouldn't do it again though, one is enough right? Her eyes darted around before back at her hands. They were clean. Her eyes seemed to refocus as she took a breath, the itching in her veins were gone. It felt…peaceful now. There wasn't anything burning in her brain now…other than Yaku of course. That made her smile, and the smile turning into a small fit of giggles

That's right, she did this for him to be safe. He would be safe because of her. She carefully got out of the water and wrapped a towel around her before heading to her locker. She pulled on the new uniform and decided to check her phone. She grimaced as she noticed what kyuji has said, a slight panic overcoming her as she realized police were here. It died down once she remembered they wouldn't be able to trace it back to her, she destroyed everything she needed to.

“Ah…” Ayano pouted as she saw the blood on her glasses still. She quickly ran them underwater to clean them . Maybe she would stick around, maybe Yaku would want to go home with her group…maybe she could talk to him outloud. She bit her lip at the thought, knowing she was incredibly nervous to do that… She frowned at herself, so she could kill someone but not talk to her crush?Ayano slipped her glasses , sighing as she slipped her phone into her bag and started to the library. How normal could she act now?

Kiba Kawaito {Tension}

8 measures...then you start at A.

Kiba absentmindedly jotted down the notes as she listened to her music in her ear buds. She sat in the light music room alone, her small laptop keeping her company as she wrote.**Barely anybody came today, she couldn't blame them. Staying home though....it would have made her worry more than she has to about this stuff, and missing school wasn't good right?

Kiba let her fingers glide across the keys of her instrument. Her fingers ready with muscle memory, itching to press down on a key. Her middle finger hovered above where she was supposed to start, a slight tremble in her digit before she let out a loud groan and rested her head on the table

Shee closed her eyes and decided to take a breath. The white haired girl knew better than to get worked up now , it wouldn't help anything. The itching in the back of her brain was burning , like a nagging string ready to snap at the first sight of the shine of a blade.

Kiba groaned. This wasn't like then. This was much different, and yet she still found herself feeling stuck and helpless. People were dying, grieving, traumatized, and what did she have to show for helping people? Nothing. There had always been nothing.

Kibas lips pursed as she sat her head up and sighed, maybe it was time to leave. Her head starting to grow foggy, nagging for the sweet release of mindlessness that awaited her at home

[memphisnovels]

Evermore

Chapter 22. Christmas tree farm

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Hi friends, here's this... :P Chapter 23 is spicy - thats all <3

pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC

warnings: Suggestive conversations, Pietro and Nadia being Pietro and Nadia, tension, flirty flirty behavior, some angst (par for the course).

A chill sat heavy in the air of my bedroom when I woke up, dancing across my skin and causing me to shiver slightly. I sat up to see a blanket of white outside my window. I got up quickly, pulling a sweater over my head and slipping into some shoes before wandering down the long corridor that led to the compound's back entry. I pushed the door open, taking a deep breath of the brisk air that immediately bit at my flesh. The first snowfalls of winter almost settled me strangely enough. Even if they served as a bittersweet reminder of Russia. We never saw snow in the Red Room, it was only when we got to go outside that we’d feel the sting of the glacial air. The burn of the fresh snow on our skin was a reminder that we were still alive.

“You’re going to catch a cold, Prinţesă.” His warm breath against my ear had a small smile tugging at my lips. His warmth seeped into my bones as he wrapped his arms around me. I let my body melt ever so slightly against his solid chest.

“It must have snowed all night; I wish I’d been awake to see it.”

Pietro tucked some stray hair back behind my ear, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my head. “I am leaving in 3 days, and you’d rather look at the same snow that you see every year than my devastatingly handsome face?”

I sent him a glance over my shoulder, lips curving upward. “Can’t I look at both?”

“So, you admit it? You think I’m very handsome.” He spun me in his arms, hands falling to sit at my waist.

“I don’t recall saying that. In fact, it doesn’t really sound like something I would say.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “You don’t have to be shy; you can just say you are floored by my beauty.”  

“Or perhaps it is your self-assurance that has me astonished.” I slipped from his grasp, heading back towards my room.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I heard a whir and suddenly Pietro stood before me with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m getting dressed, we have to go with the others to get a Christmas tree remember.”

Pietro closed the door behind him after entering my room and I tossed my jumper onto the bed. “I forgot that was today.” He sighed exasperatedly.

I snorted. “You were the one who wanted to get involved with the festivities.” I turned away from the silver-haired man, slipping my shirt over my head and promptly interrupting whatever he was about to say. His words cut off into a strange drawn consonant sound that barely resembled a word. “Are you short-circuiting?” I taunted, slipping a bra on.

“I…” His eyebrows were raised, and he looked a little light-headed when I turned around. “You just took your shirt off.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes well, I told you I was getting dressed, and you followed me in here I assumed you understood how the concept of getting dressed unfolded.”

“Very funny, Nadia. I think you know what I mean.”

“No not really, Pietro.”

“You are standing in front of me in your underwear right now!”

I looked down at my body, eyes then sliding up to meet his. “I have pants on. Besides you’ve seen me in my underwear before, Moscow, remember.”

“That was different, and you know it.”

“I didn’t mean to make you so uncomfortable, I’m sorry, it's just not really that big of a deal to me. You’re not exactly the first person to see me without clothes on.”

His eyes narrowed at me, and he tilted his head slightly to the side.

His expression made me giggle slightly. “I didn’t mean it like that… I just mean, where I grew up, there wasn’t exactly a lot of privacy, you get used to it.”

“I’m not uncomfortable.”

“Well, then why the freak out?” I watched him intently as his eyes shifted, venturing downwards for the first time since my shirt had come off. What I’d said was true, about him not being the first person to see me without clothes, yet the way his eyes looked as they traveled over each inch of exposed skin had goosebumps prickling across my flesh. My spine tingled as his pretty blue eyes became a little darker and suddenly, despite the bra and sleep shorts I felt completely exposed. Yet, I didn’t feel the need to cover up. Instead, I reached down to my waistband, slipping my thumbs beneath it. “You can always go if it’s bothering you.” His eyes flickered back up to mine, and a solitary eyebrow rose, jaw clenching. He looked irritated; it sent a flurry of amusement through me. I shrugged, tugging my shorts down and letting them fall to the floor, pooling around my ankles. My eyes fell on Pietro again who was almost eerily still, barely breathing. I bit back a grin as I approached him, stopping when there was barely an inch between us. His sharp intake of breath had me doubling down on my effort not to laugh. “You’re in my way,” I murmured.

His eyebrows furrowed. “What?” He managed to get out.

I nodded to the set of drawers that were behind him. “Unless you’d like to hand me some underwear.” The muscle in his jaw feathered as he watched me. “Well? What’s it going to be?”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Nadia.”

My eyebrows rose and I leaned a little more toward him. “I don’t think it’s dangerous?” I wanted him to kiss me so desperately, I felt sure I’d burn to bits if he didn’t. It had been like this for days, the tension between us so thick it was choking me, yet he refused to act on it. He’d kissed me but it was always sweet, gentle, and short. It never eventuated into anything else. Ever since that night when he stayed in my room. “I mean it’s not like you’re actually going to do anything, Pietro.”

I felt his warm hand land on my hip, gripping it. My breath hitched at the contact, heart speeding up. His finger slipped beneath the waistband on my panties, fiddling with it for a moment before letting the elastic snap back against my skin. I narrowed my eyes at him, frustration intertwining with the desire that enveloped me. “Are you going to take them off, or should I?”

I swore my heart simply stopped beating for a second. My cheeks felt hot, and I had to suppress a shudder at his words. He was nonchalant about it, raising his eyebrows as though he was completely unsure of why a question of that nature would take me aback. “I- what?”

“That is how getting dressed generally unfolds is it not?”

I could no longer suppress the grin, as he so casually used my own words to taunt me. He was not winning this round, as much as he thought he was. “Since you’re so insistent on being helpful, maybe you should take them off.” Both of his hands were on my hips, pressing his fingertips into my flesh, grazing over the soft black fabric that covered me. My lips parted at the sensation.

“Nadia…”

“Pietro.” I brushed my lips over his, but he pulled away quickly, putting plenty of distance between us.

“I should let you get dressed; we don’t want to keep the other waiting.” With that he sped off, shutting the door firmly behind him.

I sighed heavily, snatching a skirt and tights from my closet. When I arrived in the foyer of the compound, Pietro was already there talking to his sister. Natasha was not far behind me, tailed by Steve and Sam. I could see Tony and Pepper through the open front door, speaking in hushed tones. “Alright everyone, we’ll have to take two cars to fit us all.” Steve began with his regular leading countenance. I snickered slightly.

“Aye aye, Captain.” He made a face at me as we walked out toward the two black SUVs. I opened the driver’s side door of one just as Tony did the same to the other car, Nat slipped into the passenger seat beside me immediately fiddling with the radio to find a station she liked. My eyes met Wanda’s as she glanced between the two cars. I offered her a smile which – by my standards – was warm. “Hop in.” I nodded toward the car I was entering, a bright smile emerging across her lips. A glance at Pietro had my mood soured slightly as I saw him quickly slip into the car with the other boys, not sparing me a glance. The action made my stomach twist up, why was he so damn confusing? I dropped into the driver’s seat exasperatedly. Natasha spared me a suspicious glance before rolling her window down and leaning slightly out.

“Hey Pepper, what do you say we make it a girl’s trip to the tree farm?” The woman agreed eagerly, slipping into the seat beside Wanda without hesitation. When we were all buckled up, I pulled our car up beside the boys, glancing over at Tony who revved the engine performatively.

He sent me a smart-ass look. “Now when we beat you girls there don’t take it personally.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen.” The boys were snickering, smugness exuding from their car causing me to grip the steering wheel tighter. I could see Natasha putting the address into the GPS from my peripheral prompting me to smile over at Tony.

He opened his mouth to respond but before the words were out of his mouth I floored it, taking off in front of him. The moment we hit the open road Natasha started the Christmas music. I shot her an unimpressed look before returning my gaze to the road. “Oh, don’t be such a grinch, it’s festive.”

“Whatever you say.” I sighed.

“You seem tense, Nadia. What’s on you’re mind?” Pepper asked with a kindness to her voice that had the corners of my lips quirking up.

Before I could respond Natasha was speaking one more. “Oh, don’t mind her she’s just sour because she misses her boyfriend.” She sing-songed the last word, nudging my shoulder teasingly. The glare I sent her would have been bone-chilling to anyone else, no doubt, yet she only laughed it off. I heard Wanda snickering from the back seat and sent her a look in the rear-view mirror.

“Don’t encourage her.”

“I think it’s sweet that you like him so much.” Pepper gushed.

I scoffed. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Oh, deny it all you want we all know you’re completely smitten.” Natasha’s words had me flushing though I attempted to play it off. “And we all know he’s been obsessed with you since the beginning so really it was just a matter of you giving up the whole broody indifferent act and now, we get to watch you two be sickeningly cute.”

I rolled my eyes. “New topic please!”

Pepper laughed at that. “You sound just like Tony.”

“How is he doing? he’s seemed a little… off lately,” Nat said.

“You’re guess is as good as mine. Talking about his feelings isn’t exactly his forte, most of the time he either changes the subject or literally flees. I’ve barely seen him these last few weeks.”

Nat glanced in my direction. “Sounds like someone I know.” I pinched her in retaliation causing her to gasp and smack my hand away indignantly.

“Maybe he just needs some time.”

“I hope so… It’s just hard, he carries so much weight around on his shoulders and I’m standing there practically begging him to let me carry some of it but he won’t let me.”

…

“Are you mad at me?”

Pietro furrowed his eyebrows at me. I’d cornered him practically the second we arrived at the tree farm, having barely beaten the boys since Tony’s ego was seemingly more important than obeying road rules. The others were off perusing trees or warming up by the coffee stand. The smell of pine and hot chocolate enveloped my senses as we stood nestled in between a stack of trees. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know you tell me. You know I’m not good at the whole human emotion’s things, I didn’t mean to piss you off.”

“You haven’t pissed me off at all, you never piss me off, Nadia.”

I smiled at him. “You can tell me the truth I won’t be offended if you say I pissed you off, you piss me off all the time.”

Pietro narrowed his eyes at me, visibly fighting back a smile. “Really? I’ve never gotten that from you before.” A slight laugh bubbled in my throat. The smile won out, spreading across his lips. He caressed my cheek pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. “I’m not mad at you, Nadia. I promise.”

“So why are you acting so strange?”

“Am I acting strange?”

It was my turn to narrow my eyes at him. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” He wasn’t nearly as good at the nonchalant thing as he thought he was, and even if he was, I’d spent most of my life playing this game, he wasn’t likely to fool me. Though his attempt frustrated and frankly slightly upset me.

My shoulders sagged slightly. “Fine,” I muttered; his eyes softened at my tone. I moved to turn away from him, but his hands grasped my upper arms, holding me in place.

“Wait. Please. I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

He closed his eyes for a long moment. “I’m not mad at you.”

I clenched my jaw. The feelings that swirled through me were not entirely clear. They were, however, abundantly unpleasant, that much was obvious. “Okay you’re not mad, so what’s going on?”

He opened his mouth to respond but then closed it again with a heavy sigh. Instead of answering me he furrowed his eyebrows once more and began rubbing up and down on my arms over my sleeves creating friction warmth. “You’re cold.” He noted. I glanced down at the movement of his hands and just like that I was gone.

A soothing heat covered my upper arms as my hands moved over them.

“I told you to wear your jacket.” There were more words, but they were jumbled, I didn’t recognize the voice but then I couldn’t hear it anyway.

While I’m alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me.

Birds singin’ in the sycamore tree.

A ringing sound filled my ears and the man in the glasses was back, placing something over my eyes.

The ballerinas were on the stage again.

Sweet dreams ‘til sunbeams find you.

Sweet dreams… in the sycamore tree.

Birds singin’… in your dreams whatever they be.

Your dreams… your dreams… whatever they be…

I shut my eyes tightly in an attempt to block out the sounds.

“Tell me who you are.”

“Nadia, are you alright?”

The hands stopped and when my eyes opened again Pietro was before me again, a concerned look drenching his features as he scanned me for signs of distress. I shook my head, swallowing heavily and taking a shaky breath. “I’m fine…” I murmured.

“What happened?”

“Oh, so now you want to talk. You know, for someone so big on communicating you certainly have a knack for dodging the things you don’t want to talk about.”

He scoffed. “Well, I learned from the best.”

“Иди на хуй.” Go fuck yourself. I responded with a huff, turning to walk away.

“I don’t know what that means but I’m guessing it's probably not nice.” He called after me, but I ignored him. He caught up with me in a few long strides, blocking my path and offering me a tender smile. “I know you’re mad at me, but you look really pretty right now, and I would very much like to kiss you.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring up at him. “Your audacity is unbelievable, truly.”

His smile turned from sweet to cheeky in an instant. “Is that a yes?” I turned away from him again, storming off, though I only made it about three feet before I turned back around and approached him, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and kissing him hard before shoving him off and walking away.

…

It was Nat who picked the tree in the end, refusing to hear any argument. When it was loaded into the car, we found ourselves wandering down the main street perusing the shops and taking in the rare day of peace.

I fell back a few paces from the group, taking in the snow-spattered streets of upstate New York. Pepper’s strawberry blonde hair filled my line of sight as she joined my side.

“Hey, Nadia.” I offered her a very small smile of acknowledgment. “I’ve actually been meaning to thank you for whatever you said to Tony.”

I furrowed my eyebrows at her. “I didn’t say anything to him.”

“Well, you must have said something because, while he’s still cryptic, he’ll at least tell me why he doesn’t want to talk right now.”

When she spoke it was as though my mind went blank, unsure what to say in response. There was genuine gratitude in her eyes, I looked to the ground. “I’m glad you two are talking more, but I really didn’t do anything.”

She was quiet for a moment, only the whisper of a smile remained on her lips. “Okay.” She murmured.

“Speedy come on man, I’m freezing my ass off over here!” I heard Sam complain, causing me to look ahead. Pietro was looking at something in a shop window and it was evident from the expression on his face that he wasn’t quite ready to leave.

“Yeah, I’m getting pretty cold too, and the snows starting to get heavier we should probably head off soon.” Nat spoke up. I looked Pietro and the others, wringing my fingers together. The red-headed woman’s eyes lit up as she looked over at me. “I mean there are two cars, the rest of us could go together and I’m sure Nads wouldn’t mind sticking around and then driving the two of you back later.” I rolled my eyes at her not-so-subtle scheming. The corners of Pietro’s lips curved upward as he looked over at me.

“Okay fine, piss off all of you then,” I spoke cooly, switching keys with Tony as I’d driven the bigger car.

He sent me a side-long glance, amusement plain on his face. “Drive safe.”

When the others had left, I wandered into the gift shop after Pietro. Scanning the aisles of trinkets for any sign of the familiar silver hair. I found him in the back corner, lingering in front of a display that was obscured by his shoulders which had begun to sag slightly. Wordlessly, I joined his side, immediately understanding the shift in his demeanor. Before us stood a small but beautiful array of what I assumed were traditional Sokovian Christmas decorations as well as some other small knick-knacks. In center was an old, faded image of a small boy and his family, below that was a hand-written sign that read ‘Even when lost, we keep them alive in our hearts.’  Pietro was completely silent beside me. I let my fingers brush against his, he grabbed my hand before I could move it away, intertwining our fingers and holding on tightly. Without uttering a single word, I let him hold on to me. I didn’t know what to say to him, what could even begin to cover it; so, I just stayed beside him, holding onto him just as tightly.

We remained for quite some time after this, still allowing the comfortable silence to sit over us as we walked through the icy streets. My nose was numb and my cheeks red by the time we returned to the car, blasting the heating to defrost. The radio played softly as I drove, a gentle hum in the background blanketing the lack of conversation between us. I felt like we should talk about whatever was bothering Pietro, but this felt like the wrong time, maybe there wouldn’t be a right time. Either way, I chose to simply remain in the silence that was beginning to become a little tense.

“Just say it.” He murmured, looking out the window at the landscape that was now covered in powdery snow.

“Say what?” I spoke, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. Without taking my eyes from the road I slipped it out, glancing over to see Natasha’s caller ID. I put my phone in the cupholder – whatever it was could likely wait until we got back and if it was important, she’d call again.

Pietro exhaled deeply, looking over at me with a smile so small it was almost imperceptible. “Whatever is on your mind.”

The snow was getting heavier and heavier the further we drove, and I was beginning to grip the wheel tighter, speed lowering to keep traction. “There is nothing on my mind, I am free of thoughts right now.” My phone began buzzing in the cupholder. “Can you check who that is?”

“Natasha.”

“Shit, answer it.” He did as I asked, her voice coming through the car speakers a moment later. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing major but we just got back to the compound, and they’re currently closing all the roads because of the weather. I doubt you guys will make it back without getting turned around and it’s not really safe to be driving right now anyway.”

I squinted, slowing down again as the visibility became even worse, cursing in Russian and checking my rearview mirror before pulling to the side of the road. “So, what are we supposed to do?”

“Your best bet is probably to grab a hotel there. Hang on Tony is tracking the car to see where the nearest accommodation is.” I laid my head back on the seat, frustration beginning to fray my nerves. Chatter sounded in the background of the call before Nat spoke again. “Okay the closest hotel to you guys is a 10-minute drive, sending you the location now.” My phone pinged and I thanked Natasha before hanging up and turning the car back on to begin driving to the hotel. The problem being when I accelerated, and the loud sound of skidding filled my ears whilst the car remained stationary. I hit the pedal again and the car did the same thing, not moving even slightly. The door slammed behind me as I walked to the back of the car to see we were in fact bogged down in the snow and sleet that had built up on the side of the road.

“That might be a problem.” Pietro mused, glancing at me from the other side of the car. Without responding, I squatted down and began digging at the sleet with my hands, kicking at the parts that were too tough to move. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Trying to get us out of here, are you going to keep standing around asking stupid questions or help?” My tone was snappy as I continued digging around the tire.

He huffed a laugh, not moving, only fueling the fire in me. “Forget the car, let’s just walk and we’ll call someone to tow it when the roads are clear.

“No, we don’t need someone to tow it. It’s fine. I can do it.” I moved to my feet once more, flattening my hands on the back of the car and using all of my strength to push it, only for the car to barely budge. I gritted my teeth, going back to digging. My hands were stinging from the bite of ice against my flesh, but I ignored it, steadfast in my mission.

“Jesus, Nadia, stop it you’re going to give yourself frostbite.” Pietro yanked me away from the tire. “It’s freezing out here, let's just get to the hotel and we’ll deal with the car in the morning.” I pulled away from him, turning on my heel and beginning in the direction of the hotel Nat had sent me, not speaking a word to Pietro. “Nadia come on, just tell me what’s on your mind.”

I halted abruptly, turning to him with an accusing finger pointed in his direction. “I don’t want to talk to you Pietro! This is your fault if you hadn’t held us up, we could be back at the compound by now not walking through this fucking freezing bullshit.” I kicked at a large pile of snow, not thinking through my actions and feeling my balance crumble as my foot slid across a sheet of ice. Warm arms wrapped around me before I hit the ground, Pietro’s blue eyes gazing down into mine as he held me up. He pulled me back to my feet gently. My face burned and my face was beginning to hurt from the cold. I shook the snow from my shoulders, turning dramatically and continuing toward the hotel without uttering a single word to him.

[0prettygirl-jay0]

~•little stalker•~ dabi x reader

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context~ your dabi’s little stalker, and one night on your usual following him around…he catches you.

•warnings• delulu reader, stalking, obsession, blood, dabi is five years older then reader, cutting is kinda mentioned.

•reader is kinda like toga but her quirk is blood manipulation (means she can use blood to make a weapon or anything.)

•highly recommend listening to: the red means i love you by madds buckly. ;)

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four months ago, i walked past a dark alleyway on the way home from work, blue flames lit up my eyes and blue light lit up the alleyway. my ears heard the screams of two men, begging and pleading for their life as they burned alive in the beautiful flames. i stood there expressionless, looking at the culprit, with black hair, blue eyes, and purple scars. who was smirking back at me with a raised brow. the smell of blood filled my nostrils, along with the smell of burning flesh, my eyes turning red. i ran and ran until my legs gave out, chest heaving from fear of my quirk and exhaustion.

for four months i kept seeing the black haired villain, whether it be by accident or on purpose. he intrigued me, the way his flames gave me that thrill, just like the way the blood trickled down my thighs, down my arms….that was a once in a lifetime feeling, the feeling of satisfaction or thrill or something else, not like i can describe it.

info ive found so far on mr. hot villian. i smiled as i look down at the notepad, going over every ounce of information ive gotten over the past four months. not a lot…

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•name: dabi

•height: 5’9

•age: 23

• purple scars that surrounded half of his body due to the heat of his quirk. name: blueflames.

•has hidden anger towards the now number one hero, endeavor. i have to admit their eyes have a similarity…

���dabi allies with the league of villains, but even then…he doesn’t seem to fit in.

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looking back up and at the southside view of musutafu, wearing all black for my usual stalk my man who doesn’t know he’s my man. i sat and huffed out of boredom on the edge of the roof building with my legs dangling and kicking back and fourth was where i spent my friday night, in the ghetto, across from me, the base of the league of villians where dabi had entered a few hours ago. leaving me to my thoughts and the cold night breeze of musutafu.

“unusual..” my cold breath hit the night air as i softly breathed out. ive never understood human society, they split the world in halves..heros and villains..what makes a hero? and what makes a villain? what right do people have to split the world by hero quirks and villainous quirks. what right do they have to judge? all my childhood, people had judge me, my life, my choices. my father told me the reason he left on my seventh birthday was because he couldnt handle living under the same roof as a monstrosity that killed his wife, my mother…he told me during childbirth i had stripped my mother clean, every last drop of blood was sucked dry. a monster is what “my family” called me, for good reason…what kind of child kills her mother, their creator.

“they say, strange fascination and..infatuation….a lunatic.” my hands rubbed down my face as i mumbled into my hands. all my life, due to my quirk i was pushed aside by society and looked down too…blood manipulation..the sound my vocal cords being produce makes sound waves which allows blood to flow and move at my command, thats as far as i know. ive always had this craving for his blood…for people’s blood.

“tell me whats suits your taste?…i just wanna taste.” i softly said as black hair and blue eyes filled my vision from afar walking out of the bar and onto the quiet dark street…finally. dabi’s steps were quick in pace with a blonde school girl trailing behind him. i hated her and that stupid annoying voice… not like im jealous of her, our quirks are almost alike but we’re definitely polar opposites. the cold breeze surrounded my body again as i started walking along the building ledges right along side the two. the thoughts of red liquid filled my mind. shit. i lost them.

“ouuu dabi! she’s pretty, can we keep her?! she’ll be my new little toy, and sucked dry!” toga’s squealing was heard from behind me. how the fuck did they get here so fast? my hair blew in the wind as i turned my head to look over my shoulder and my hood blew off.

“who do you work for? why have you been following me?” dabi’s calm voice was heard speaking now as i turned around fully. shit, he looks even finer in person…my daydreams came to an end as i saw blonde buns come into my view, i also felt the knife that went straight into my stomach. twisting slightly to the left and right, my face scrunched up a bit…finally. my blood drips from my bare waist down to my hips and into a puddle of blood, down at my feet and with a smile i looked up to stare at toga who yanked the knife back and took a few steps back.

“and ive always heard its whats inside that counts…” the two looked at me in shock as i walked towards toga, while blood continued pour out on the floor. bubbles rose to the top as if heating up.

“cause my insides are red, and yours are too, and the red on my face is matching you.” the blood formed behind me as i shaped it to be a knife similar to toga’s, a wound appeared on her cheek and arm, walking past dabi who stood silently with a smirk, my hips swayed and blood spikes impaled toga, her blood drip down on the floor as she heaved and tried to hold her body up to continue fighting.

“fuck….goodness your bleeding…what a wonderful feeling, your down and your pleading, my head is just reeling.” my eyes admired the blonde being struck with fear and covered in blood.

“your so pretty…covered in your own blood..” my soft voice spoke in the cold air, my red eyes looking down at the teenage girk, looking back at dabi who stood behind me with a hand around my throat.

“think you can handle me, doll?” his ego filled his words with venom, his hooded blue eyes staring at me and a smirk on his stupid, handsome face.

“the red means i love you, tasting your blood means i love you…”i whispered as my hips swayed side to side and i started walking the both of us backward, backing dabi into the roof wall. red blood spikes pinned dabi’s arms to the wall concrete of the roof. my red eyes looked up at dabi’s scrunched up face that tried to hide the pain he was feeling. my hands gripped the back of his nape to look down at me.

“dont follow me dabi..” i hopped off the roof ledge and went running into the darkness of musutafu.

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part two????🤷‍♀️ sorry if its ass, im so high rn.

[kale-smoothies]

I really want to hear someone ramble about music and characters, and this is the second time I’ve seen those songs being used to describe Scourge so please explain away.

if you want of course.

OKAY OKAY GIRL ANACHRONISM MOSTLY FEELS LIKE PRISON SCOURGE

everytime i listen to the song i imagine an animatic so ill do my best to explain why I associate the song with Scourge.BUT ITS REALLY HARD FOR ME TO EXPLAIN THINGS LIKE THESE so forgive me if it doesn’t make sense

From the scars on my arms And the cracks in my hips And the dents in my car And the blisters on my lips That I'm not the carefullest of girls

Scars on his arms and blisters on his lips cause he’s always fighting AND being tossed around like basketball (He was used as a basketball in one panel) so I always think he had some small lasting scars on his body or something

And the strings that're breaking And I keep on breaking more And it looks like I am shaking But it's just the temperature

Okay FIRST TWO LINES, I like to take it as a metaphor for losing control. Scourge lost control over his life and KEEPS losing control in prison, OR it could be a metaphor for losing sanity. As Scourge was seen being super paranoid at one point, maybe everything he’s going through is slowly chipping at his sanity.

last two lines, shaky hands due to anxiety but also because he’s cold at night since he doesn’t have a mattress or a pillow or a blanket

If it were any colder I could disengage If I were any older I could act my age But I don't think that you'd believe me

It's not the way I'm meant to be It's just the way The operation made me

“I could act my age..” GUYS HE’S 17!! He did all he did when he was 17! Barely 17 too. “The way the operation made me.” IT’S THE NARRATIVE! HE’S TALKING ABOUT THE NARRATIVE! HE WOULDN’T BECOME WHO HE WAS IF HE WASN’T SHOVED INTO THE VILLAIN SHAPED COOKIE CUTTER THAT THE UNIVERSE WANTED TO MOLD HIM INTO! He accepted and embraced his role as Anti Sonic which is WHY HE’S SUCH A DICK! HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE A SONIC! BUT THAT’S WHAT FLOWING

And you can tell From the state of my room That they let me out too soon And the pills that I ate Came a couple years too late And I've got some issues to work through

State of his room AS IN solitary confinement. They DEFINITELY tossed his ass in SC multiple times in the first week, BELIEVE ME. And he’d go crazy over no chaos energy, no movement, no running, no form of communication, just him, himself, and the darkness of his thoughts and his past regrets IT WOULD EAT HIM ALIVE

also he has ALOT of issues to work through Imposter syndrome, Superiority complex, parental issues, possible feelings of inadequacy. Which is probably why he never went to therapy with Zouge. He doesn’t want to open up and admit he has problems with people he doesn’t know

There I go again Pretending to be you Make believing That I have a soul beneath the surface

“Pretending to be you.” HE’S TALKING ABOUT SONIC!! Like? Like?? “I’m sonic at his fullest potential.” IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT THIS IS LITERALLY HIM!!

I was taken out Before the labor pains set in and now Behold the world's worst accident I am the girl anachronism

Literally him went he went green! He was taken out before he turned super AND so behold the world’s worst accident: scourge. He was never meant to be green, he just jumped off the road of the narrative with that little escape

And you can tell By the red in my eyes And the bruises on my thighs And the knots in my hair And the bathtub full of flies That I'm not right now at all

Red eyes due to insomnia, bruises because of fights, knots in his quills because of lack of self care…

There I go again Pretending that I'll fall Don't call the doctors 'Cause they've seen it all before They'll say just

Let her crash And burn She'll learn The attention just encourages her

“Don’t call the doctors!” THATS HIM! NO BODY CALLS THE GUARDS WHEN HE’S BEING BEATEN SHITLESS! BECAUSE ZOBOTNIK DOESN’T WANT THEM TO!!!!1! “Let her crash and burn she’ll learn. The attentoin just encourages her.” DO YOU SEE MY VISUON

And you can tell From the smoke at the stake That the current state is critical Well it is the little things, for instance

In the time it takes to break it She can make up ten excuses Please excuse her for the day It's just the way the medication makes her

First part is probably Moebius after Scourge disappeared? Did it fall into anarchy? Did Alicia Acorn or the supression squad take control?

I genuinely don’t know how to explain the last line but its him its him its so him AUGGHHHHHHH

[life-winners-liveblog]

But anyways- live reactions woo!

(May 9/10/11); The fact that LL!Scott thinks burning alive/falling in lava would be the worst way to die due to continuing to feel the pain. And yet thats how LimL!Martyn killed his Scott

Oh I see, whispers have already hinted at it... Meanwhile Martyn is being asked about food lmao. Also poor Martyn still getting things thrown at him

Oooo Grian's statement about infection is interesting... does that mean someone who died with Wither poisoning still constantly feels the effects? It would be interesting to see. My personal concept of the Wither effect is that long or extreme exposure leaves your skin a very sickly pale, allowing you to slightly see your veins through it, veins of which have been tinged black by the effect. Further prolonged exposure would result in things like the your fingers and hands being stained black, as if all the previous warmth and redness of your skin has been overtaken by the cold painful chill of the withering.

I believe I understand what Scar was truly meaning with his answer. And as someone with a chronic illness... I definitely get it. Slowly watching as your body loses function, even though my body is still technically fine at this point, I will likely need a wheelchair in the next 20 years which is.. hard to accept. Especially as someone who love traveling and hiking. To know I have a time limit. A ticking clock you could say. Its... difficult. It affects you, mentally, to know you only have so long. And unlike the games, there is no way to postpone it. There is no fight to survive. Just... living while you have the chance. Doing what you can with the time you have.

Ah yes, we can always trust Cleo to think of dismemberment. (midway through writing this, specifically Cleo's. my other page refreshed and sent me back to the top... thank you Cleo for driving me insane even in the real world /j)

Also the whole- 24 facets of yourself thing with Pearl- Aeor I could not deal with that. Thank god I'm not the one with the tie. Though I am curious as to how it would affect DL!Scott, and what his different facets would look like.

Aaand there's Martyn with Withering. So perhaps thine Author's thoughts on the matter are similar to my own.

Ooo Pearl with the frostbite. A very understandable answer, though interesting that it is practically the exact opposite of Scott's. Eternally freezing, so cold that it burns. Crystalizing your skin, slowly sapping your energy, till you can do nothing but succumb yourself to your fate. Compared to burning. Truly burning away, a fate DL!Etho and Joel are actually very familiar with. Along with LimL!Scott. Burning to a crisp, or burning away in magma. Either one having to slowly feel the heat burning away your flesh, and melding your clothes and armor into your skin. While it would be a slow process moving around the void constantly frozen, the pain of trying to move with charred limbs embedded with iron... Both fates truly torturous.

OH I FORGOT ABOUT DYING TO THE VOID! Good call LL!Martyn. I forget just how the void technically kills you but I believe it would have to do with the lack of heat sources and air. So yeah freezing and suffocating eternally wouldn't be fun. I guess we could always ask SL!Lizzie what it's like, if she'd be willing to talk about it.

-Xas

Ohhhh smart! I like the analysis done like this.

[wishful-seeker]

My simplified story of my CRPS and experience with ketamine.

I've had crps for 5 years now. I developed it at 18 years old after completing a triathlon and getting tendinitis in my knee, which became crps. Over the course of 2 years it spread to both knees, both elbows, and both wrists. For the past 3 years i have been mostly bedridden. I couldn't walk for more than 3 minutes and even when i did it was excruciating, i couldn't touch a computer, any video games, i couldn't write anymore, i could barely make art anymore, i had to stop writing in my journal and had to keep it on my phone because of my pain. I cannot even sit in chairs or drive or run or jump. I use a wheelchair when i leave the house. When it was its worse it felt like i was being burned alive. I remember days when feeling okay lasted literal seconds and then it was gone. I remember days being in so much pain i couldn't pick up my phone and my mom had to spoon feed me. Days where all i could do was lay in bed and think. I remember days when i desperately wanted to go outside and feel the sun, when i walked outside i would count to 10. I would soak up everything i could in those 10 seconds, the colors of the sky and the fresh air. When the time was up i went back to bed and couldn't do that again for another few days.

I started ketamine infusions a year ago, i was diagnosed last year. I had infusions before i was diagnosed. First we did a 2 hour infusion. It worked wonders, for six weeks i actually jumped on a trampoline for a few minutes almost everyday, i even climbed the low branch of a tree and sat on it. Then we did a 4 hour infusion. The results were not the same. I tried four more 4 hour infusions every six weeks, but there was no relief. I was devastated. I thought the universe was cruel to even give me such hope. Then i got diagnosed and i was told of a place in Clearwater Florida with dr. Hanna that did infusions differently. I went there and met him, he prescribed a 4 hour infusion every day for 10 days, 5 days, the weekend off, then 5 more days, he also prescribed oral ketamine, 30mg 3 times a day on the weekend, one at night on infusion days. I did that. It was the hardest thing I've ever been through. It felt like dying a thousand times. I almost gave up and left early because i hate the experience of ketamine so much. But after the fifth day my dad noticed me bouncing my leg when i was sitting, something i did all my life up until crps which made it too painful. Thats when we realized, since the second infusion, i was in ZERO pain, none at all. That continued until i got home and i had a flair. I always get a flair after infusions, this is very normal for me, but it was scary. I worried the hardest thing i had ever done wasn't worth it. The flair ended, and i tried playing minecraft, my favorite game I've been unable to play for years. I had a system: play for 20 minutes, rest for 20 minutes, and repeat. I played for HOURS. I tried again the next day and it was the same, and the day after that, and the day after that. Six weeks after Clearwater i had whats called a booster infusion, which was 2 days of 4 hour infusions. Then i went two MONTHS until needing my next infusions, which i had two weeks ago.

Here is what my life looks like now: im still in bed most of the time, but i do not think of the pain, it doesn't distract me. It used to be 7-10/10 now its 3-6/10. I play minecraft with my best friend almost everyday often all day. Last week i painted a dresser. I have a garden i lightly care for each day. After the infusions before this one i had a day where i was completely able bodied, i baked a pie, went to the park, transplanted plants and played minecraft. Not only this, but even when the infusions wear off it still has permanent beneficial effects. In the past, no ketamine meant i was taking 4 scolding hot baths a day to soothe the pain in my knees. Now no ketamine means bath some days, maybe 2.

It's over. I made it. I made it to a life i thought was impossible and its not even done getting better. I am happy. I am not suffering. I am regaining freedom. It. Is. Over.

[melodrangea]

hi! Thank you so much for this oppurtonity to request! I am so glad the soul eater fandom is still alive after all these years!

Anyways can i request medusa x s/o who is her soul mate? (S/o is also a witch)

But in the end they didn't work out (for obvious reasons). And they are missed each other despite everything. I am not sure if you do angst but if you dont then thats ok just SFW headcanons pls. :) once again thank you very much.

of course anon! I actually started this blog because my favorite soul eater blog was deleted

figured someone had to keep it going, I'm so glad you're enjoying so far!

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Medusa x Witch! Soulmate

-let me get this out of the way

-you guys AREN'T healthy; at all

-but that's what made you so drawn to her

-you were being attacked by a meister/weapon pair and losing

-as you were close to being killed you felt blood splatter on your face, you looked up and saw an arrow protruding through the meister's chest, their weapon (not headless) next to them

-you looked up and saw with Medusa, her menacing aura was terrifying, yet you still managed to notice the small mark on your wrist disappear; a sign that your soulmate had been found

-Medusa looked at you with cold eyes and you just sat staring in fear

"my this is interesting, seems you're to be mine"

-and she took the word mine very seriously, you never had a choice really, waking up one morning in a locked room, you were now her lover; her prisoner, there was no say in it other than it happened

-your magic was far weaker than hers so you couldn't fight back, and you wouldn't die young like human, you were stuck

-you were only let out when she felt like it, often to clear her victim's blood off of her by taking a shower with her

-or for her to test new spells on you, seeing if you had the strength to fight back

-Medusa wasn't very talkative, but when she was, it was very condescending, reminding you that you were made for her and her alone

-the day she turned herself into the DWMA was the first day in a long time you had seen actual sunlight

-it scared you, burning your skin to even think about going beyond the confines of your prisoner; your home

-you had the chance to run away but you couldn't, so when Medusa found you weeks later, you didn't protest. following through on her orders without protest

-Eruka tried to convince you to leave but you just couldn't, after all you and Medusa were written in the stars, how could a fate like that be wrong?

-when you saw Medusa even in her child body she was terrifying as ever, all she did was give you orders, find Crona and make him fall in line

-she didn't love you, she never did, she didn't even like you in particular

-when Medusa's soul was obliterated, witches made a treaty with the DWMA

-you were free, to do whatever you please, where ever and whoever

-so why did you find yourself sitting in the same dark padded white room, waiting for her to open in and pull you to her, to feel her snakes wrap around you?

-an unshackled prisoner after so long finds himself longing for his confines after all

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just a reminder my dears situations like this are not love, if you have to be isolated to feel love for someone, it isn't real

I hope you enjoyed anon and continue to enjoy and request!

-Melodrangea <3

[little-paper-ghost-child]

*claps hands and stands on my soapbox* SO. Jadele death oh boy.

So after Janette’s first death in the burned down church, she woke up in the woods around the town (she didn’t die from being burned to death, she was able to get out into the woods but the smoke got in her lungs :(() and seemed apparently fine! She was technically alive but she realised that some creatures called Sprites (the main creature the church/cult worshipped) had infected (?) her.

Sprites are little spirits that contain literal life inside of them and when an animal/person is dying, they’ll go into that person’s bloodstream/brain and starts filling the body back up with life, turning that person/animal’s blood blue. That being can still control its body and think for itself but they’re running on literal spirits (haha alchohol joke idk)! And that’s what happens to Janette! She then realises that when she cuts her skin, little blue flowers grow out of her skin looking for sunlight (papercuts scare her/hj) and they have thorns and she can feel the pain of then growing!

She has to stay out of the town because of this since people see Sprites as demons/evil spirits and believe the beings resurrected by them are like zombies. So she ends up staying in her friend’s house (her friend doesn’t and would never snitch on her) and has to hide from everyone for like three months. She starts coming up with a plan to get revenge (kill) adele and realises that with the flower curse, if she gets injured while trying to kill adele (which is most likely) she’ll die as well and ends up being like “ i have nothing to live for anymore so I’ll die and bring Adele down with me”

After three-ish months, Adele goes to ‘investigate’ the burnt down church to try to prove she didn’t commit arson and Janette chooses that time to try to kill Adele. Not entirely sure how this would play out but a fight happens and both of them have a gun (AMERICA!!!!🦅🦅 head in hands lmaoo). Janette ends up getting shot in the chest (near her heart) and she’s like fuck i’m going to die and she runs foward to hug adele. Now the sprite flowers can grow through anything in search for sunlight (including human flesh cough cough) and they grow out of Janette’s wound through Adele like a kebab kinda. Janette also kisses Adele cuz the blood can transfer the flower curse as well huaghhh kiss of death i’m insaneeee and they both lie there dying in kind of a hug since they can’t untangle the vines and flowers that are connecting them

(and josh is the first one to discover their bodies uhh)

👍so yeah thats them uhhhhmmm hope this makes sense ajdhskhd- there are more little details but that’d make this ask wayyy longer

WOAHHHHHHHHH THSTS INSANE WHQT. WHAT. ADHhcyoxixo literally going to eat that actually. Oh gosh. Oh wow. We really have to sleep now it’s like two in the morning but. Ooohhhh.

[zalrb]

“I could give you the tour,” Katherine continued. “There isn’t an inch of this place where I haven’t taken him.” 

He’d walked away from her, angry and anguished, but he hadn’t left the cabin. He wasn’t going far, not after the attack. He’d stayed around, making sure they were safe inside, making sure she felt OK, making her tea, getting her blankets, but he was quiet and contemplative, silently agonizing over their conversation, a desperation, a wordless indignation at what she’d revealed to him about her deal with Elijah. And when they’d gotten into bed, Stefan lying on his side, facing away from her, Elena staring up at the ceiling, she lay next to him for exactly five minutes before shaking her head and sighing.  

THIS IS SO IN CHARACTER IM SPEECHLESS

“I can’t go to sleep like this,” she said. “With you angry at me. I--” She turned so she could face him, though all she saw was his back. “Stefan, please try to under---” 

He’d rolled over and kissed her with an earnestness that moved her to immediately put her arms around his neck.

OMFG GSKSHSKSNSNSNS I KNOW YOU HATE THEM BUT MY GAY ASS IS FUCKING ECSTATIC RIGHT NOW, ITS GIVING CALZONA AND IM LIVING FOR IT

the whole sex scene.... just... wow.

me wondering how i got here

CAUSE THIS IS FUCKING HEAVEN

His determination to make her feel him, feel what it was to be alive, had her grabbing at him, pulling at the sheets, whimpering and begging, answering his pleas with pleas of her own. He’d awakened every atom in her body to him, and feeling his heart beat wildly against her chest had in turn made her wild and overwhelmed --- a mess of sensations. She was overcome with the singular feeling that she could never, ever give this up, she never wanted to live without this. He rocked into her deeper and deeper as if to say, So then stay with me, stay with me, stay with me … 

“It must kill you to want him back and know he wants nothing to do with you,” said Katherine now.

“And now he’s gone,” said Elena simply. “I didn’t think about that, not really, because I’ve never thought of him being gone, never thought about how much that would …” She took another sip so the vodka would burn away the anguish she felt. She paused, as if she were trying to gather her words. “I think the only thing that would be worse is being with him and never being loved by him.” She looked at Katherine, her eyes hardened. A harshness twisted her face.

“So you should tell me, how does that feel? Do you think it’s worse?” 

LMFAO WHOS PLAYING WITH FIRE NOW

“You think that you and him actually have something. You think it’s, oh my God,” she put her drink back down, walked across the room and reached out to touch Katherine’s shoulder, “you think it’s special.” 

“He did none of that with you,” she said finally. “If you are special to him, Katherine, it’s for all the wrong reasons. You’re the bitch who ruined his life.”

“No,” said Katherine, inching closer to Elena, staring her dead in the eye. “I’m the only one he’s sleeping with right now. I’m that bitch.” Katherine didn’t know if it was rage or heartbreak that flickered in Elena’s eyes but it was enough to satisfy her. “You can let yourself out,” she said as she slipped out of the living room. 

DAMN LOL, everytime elena and katherine fight i feel like im watching a tennis match LOL

the back and fourth is amazing and ON TOP OF THAT very thought provoking. they have me questioning whether katherine really IS special to stefan or not. i can see both sides lol but thats probably just me being a libra

He’d walked away from her, angry and anguished, but he hadn’t left the cabin. He wasn’t going far, not after the attack. He’d stayed around, making sure they were safe inside, making sure she felt OK, making her tea, getting her blankets, but he was quiet and contemplative, silently agonizing over their conversation, a desperation, a wordless indignation at what she’d revealed to him about her deal with Elijah. And when they’d gotten into bed, Stefan lying on his side, facing away from her, Elena staring up at the ceiling, she lay next to him for exactly five minutes before shaking her head and sighing.  

THIS IS SO IN CHARACTER IM SPEECHLESS

Well because he does it in 4x02 after finding out that she blood-shared with Damon (not knowing she was sired into doing it and into not telling him)

like he's mad but he's still going to be there for her

“I can’t go to sleep like this,” she said. “With you angry at me. I--” She turned so she could face him, though all she saw was his back. “Stefan, please try to under---” 

He’d rolled over and kissed her with an earnestness that moved her to immediately put her arms around his neck.

OMFG GSKSHSKSNSNSNS I KNOW YOU HATE THEM BUT MY GAY ASS IS FUCKING ECSTATIC RIGHT NOW, ITS GIVING CALZONA AND IM LIVING FOR IT

the whole sex scene.... just... wow.

Well, we've spoken about how my SEx scenes are underrated in this fic because of Steferine but it's really fun to show the difference between the two of them and I think this might be one of my favourite SEx scenes I've written. This entire fic was me being like I've written dozens of sex scenes for SE and for SK, how am I going to do these ones differently?

the back and fourth is amazing and ON TOP OF THAT very thought provoking. they have me questioning whether katherine really IS special to stefan or not. i can see both sides lol but thats probably just me being a libra

ROFLMAO. Maybe not special but maybe ... specific/particular.

[lexisism]

THABK YOU FOR LETTIGN ME GET MY THOUGHTS DOWN ON PAPER HAHAHA I KINDA WROTE A LOT AND ITS NOT PROOFREAD, HERE!

My oc is a manhwa author who got inserted into his own manhwa as the male lead.

He grew up in a family with a lot of children and out of them he was considered the most useless. Unlike his successful older siblings, this oc (idk his name, suggestions appreciated) couldn't manage society, being an outcast from friend groups, failing classes in highschool, and rejected from every college. Abandoned by his family members after he became an adult, the only way he could support himself was through the money he made as an author. The story and characters he wrote were ideas he's had since middle school. He dove headfirst into the imaginary world as a coping mechanism and, since then, his story has kept him alive in more ways than one.

What's notable about his manhwa is that the male mc is actually his self insert (whether he acknowledges it or not). My oc wrote this character as his ideal self. Smart, disciplined, charismatic, and loved. That character was written to be together with the female mc, who oc had been dreaming about since his entire life.

So imagine his surprise when, one day, he wakes up in the body of his character. In the world of his fantasies. Oc is ecstatic!! His frail, neglected body has been replaced with a tall and healthy one. He no longer avoided people's gazes, instead staring them head on with his mesmerizing (heehee, mesmerizer ^•^) Indigo eyes. And the sun that used to make him hide away as it burned outside now felt like it was calling him, warmly encouraging him to enjoy this world he's created. And his love. How could he forget his precious love? The one who was there for him on his lonely days, who had so much love for him even when he couldn't love himself. The who taught him how to keep trying despite the voices telling him to give up. The one wh---

The one who felt no love for him at all..?

"No. No no no. This isn't the story that I wrote." He panicked. It wasn't the story he wrote, it was the complete opposite. He couldn't believe his eyes. Why did she not spare him a glance? When she did look at him, why was it filled with pure resentment?

Turns out that although this world was the same as the one he wrote, the timeline of events were not, resulting in the male and female leads joining a loveless---no, hateful marriage.

OC's goal now is to do whatever it takes to get female mc to love him back. What he doesn't realize, though, is that he's not actually in love either. Fmc knows that. The truth is, Oc is obsessed. He's become obsessed with fmc based off the support he got from her throughout the years, and the happiness that she brings her. But love isn't just admiration, and this fmc isn't the same as the one he "fell in love with."

Will Oc be able to change and convince her that he really cares?

Will he still be able to live with himself regardless of her answer?

YOOO ISEKAI

guys i love this tortured fella actually. thats such a cool twist tho!! dependancy 🥹 I LOVE THIS SMSNSJSJSJ OMGOMGKFOFKTJFK

[tarenitdown]

Okay, uh, multiple questions...

1. Favorite member of recreyo in general? How about to write?

2. Any stray au ideas?

3. Uuuh shoot those arent multiple- just say anything you want about them, even a hot take.

1- Den is my number one member, hands down. I actually found out about Recreyo through her, so I have a lot of bias considering she was one of my favorites during that whole animation story-time era of Youtube...

That being said, though, my favorite to write is still Christian. He just has the most lore to work with, and I really adore writing his dialogue, especially when he's interacting with Ivan. I doubt that that's surprising. xD

However, Kristine is growing on me a lot more as time goes on. In the past I hadn't exactly gotten her characterization down yet, so I found her a little difficult and messy, but I'm definitely starting to get a feel for it now.

2- Oh boy... too many. Although I'm trying to stay focused on the SPY AU, my mind wanders and I ended up with a slowly-developing Ghost AU.

TW: Animal Death

It'd center around Kristine as a (mostly) well-meaning urban explorer, who accidentally stumbles upon a trail of dead animals in the forest. Strangely enough, all of the animals are drained of their blood with barely any exterior wounds, and this is what gets Kristine's curiosity.

Following the path of death, Kristine finds an abandoned tower with boarded up doors and windows... it's eerie, but she takes out a camera and snaps photos of the tower from the outside. After all, she's not sure if she wants to go in quite yet.

But as she walks around, capturing the scenes of fallen trees and graffiti...

The air gets hot. It's like she can't breathe, tugging on her shirt collar.

She drops the camera when she sees a ghostly body floating in front of her. This is where she meets Christian, a boy who looks just about the same age as her, but his skin looks drippy. As though he was sweating, or almost melting.

He greets her cheerfully, if not a bit apprehensive. The two hit it off immediately, with Kristine listening to Christian's rambles of how he hated the scenery. She asks him about his ghost-situation, and he doesn't answer.

Instead, he calls out "Curt! Ivan!" and two more boys show up. They phase through the tower's walls.

Curt has tears running down his face, even though he doesn't appear necessarily sad. He's actually very polite, and tells Christian off for talking to a real person, with it being "dangerous."

Ivan's eyes are pitch black, but the main feature Kristine notices is actually how he's reflective- almost like glass. He doesn't seem to care at all about Christian and Curt's bickering, but he keeps his distance away from the explorer.

"How are you guys all.. dead? Er- ghosts-?" Again, Kristine asks. Nobody gives a solid answer, and Ivan only stammers stupid excuses.

Then, they all go silent. That's when Kristine turns around to see the last ghost: Den.

Just like the other three, Den has a slightly altered design. Her face is flushed, and she has to wipe her mouth every few minutes due to stray drool.

Kristine finds out that Den is the one who had been killing all the animals and draining them of their blood. She apparently has an endless thirst for blood, and she complains that Christian is only making it worse by being present.

Kristine: ..Oh, is.. is he doing that? That explains the temperature.

...And thats pretty much all I have right now. There's no real plot I have written beyond just characterizations. I had the vague idea of Chilly being an angry spirit and being the antagonist herself.

And for the deaths?

Christian died from burning alive (which is why he makes areas warmer/is melting),

Den died of dehydration after getting lost during a trip (she has a specific thirst for blood due to a small blame on others for her death),

Ivan got stabbed with glass (I don't know the backstory for this, it might change honestly),

..Curt doesn't remember his death at all. I imagine he died in his sleep because of unexplained illnesses or something.

Maybe I'll write a two-parter for this AU. I enjoy that it'd definitely take a more genuine approach to the group dynamic.

3- A hot take? Hmmm.. I imagine that this fandom isn't even big enough for takes to be controversial... but I'll say that Ivan and Den's dynamic often goes unexplored/forgotten about, despite how iconic it is.

And that's a shame, really. Ivan/Christian is my favorite duo dynamic, but it honestly parallels (and even takes after) Ivan/Den.

With the shared blame on Ivan for their own individual grudges (Barney's death, Shadypaws' endangerment/Den's framing in the AA case) it also opens up the door for a Den/Christian duo too.

A lot of people like to portray Den as someone villainous, but Ivan is the exact same. Their misdeeds are just in two different ways. Den is loud about it, while Ivan has more tact. Even ignoring their history, just the personalities are enough to get me so invested.

And don't get me started on how they both had incredible duos with Chilly. Because there it is again- another layer to the group dynamic that shifts relationships ever-so-slightly but still with so much impact.

It's so much more than just "Haha knife girl go brrr @ loser boy." As funny as it is, I really think that the two have a charming rivalry while still maintaining that level of "I might not like you all that much, but if you're all I've got, then I guess we're family."

(This was just a bunch of word vomit, I dunno if this is all readable... thank you for the ask.)

[tiredelirium]

D.27

I wish our bodies were easier things to manage. Aches and pains. Hunger and nausea. Libido and numbness. Like if there was just an internal switch we could flip to manage things, or prioritise them naturally without having to think. Even breathing can sometimes feel like it takes conscious effort to accomplish.

Though I suppose if medicine ever reached a point n which such switches were accomplishable then we would be on the edge of humanity by then. We’d be closer to a machine life in a lot of ways. It’s be one step away from turning emotions off. Turning love off. Though turning hate off might not be such a bad thing.

The only reason I mention this is because I’m so inconsistent with taking care of myself. There are natural consequences to that. I’m pretty sure if I was alive two hundred years ago I would’ve died before I hit twenty. Mostly because of bad eating habits. Not eating at all sometimes being one of those issues.

I think it’s a combination of factors but truly, some days, I do not want to even think of food for a while. Sometimes it’s the thought of making something from scratch, and the effort that would take being too much. Instant gratification for food has ruined me in a way. What I mean by that is the ability to just open a bag of crisps, or grab something cold and edible, or chocolate. Food that is instant and doesn’t require prep - but is also largely bad for you long-tern - has ruined my desire to actually cook.

Thats not to say I don’t make stuff for myself, I do, and I rarely if never order out because that involves interaction with strangers on some level and that’s a no from me. But cooking is unappealing. The effort. The time. The final product. Even if I was a good cook I wouldn’t enjoy eating my own food.

It’s like art. You see all the flaws in your painting that no onlooker would ever notice, unless you pointed it out to them. Cooking can go wrong in so many minor ways, but those ways add up. Chicken in the pan too long it burns yet remains pink in the middle. Veggies burnt to a crisp because you looked away distracted. Put of condiments and spices, so its bland as hell.

This one got away from me because of tiredness again. I don’t know if I intended to go anywhere with this thought, but I’ll end on a solid I don’t remember for now.