#when I put it away SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE IT DIDN'T NEED A WASH

[ev7nescent]

RIP my stylus you will be missed 💔

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Dirty Dozen (ft. +2)

GN! MC x Pervert! OM Characters

(Cause y'all seemed to love the first one omg. Also TW: I made everyone wayy more sleazy and nasty than before so read at your own risk. MInors DNI)

Pervert! Mammon who likes to ask you for something specifically when your hands are full. "MC, lend me a few Grimm could ya?" He asks when you're in the middle of cooking.

"My hands are covered in cake batter, just take some from my back pocket."

"Are you sure it's there? Let me check both pockets." He isn't so much searching for coins as much as he's feeling and practically groping your ass. Seriously you start to wonder how it's taking him 20 minutes to find something that's right there.

Pervert! Solomon who keeps his room colder than usual when you come over for magic lessons.

"Is it too cold for you MC? I apologise, I kept it this way because some of the potions have bad reactions to heat but if you'd like-"

"I'm absolutely fine, Solomon. You worry about me too much." You smile at him reassuringly, not noticing how his eyes are so eagerly trained at your nipples perking up through your thin t-shirt.

Boner Bonus points if you allow him to hug you for some warmth. His fingers will definitely brush against your chest more than once.

Pervert! Beel who seems to make a mess whenever he's trying to help you in the kitchen. "I'm so sorry, MC. I didn't mean to spill it on your hands!"

"It's okay Beel, it's just some cream and syrup. I can just wash it off right away."

"But it's such a waste. Please allow me." He starts to thoroughly lick your fingers and you shake your head and let him knowing his fixations on food.

But he can't help it - you taste so good. He secretly wonders what you might taste like down there, drooling at the thought.

Pervert! Levi who has taken to sitting on pillows Japanese style while gaming and offers you the same. Sure enough you don't even suspect an ulterior motive.

"Did you get inspired by some human world anime again? Careful though - your legs and butt will start to cramp after a while."

"MC you're too gracious! Caring so much for an otaku like me!"

After you leave, he promptly takes the pillow you were sitting on and puts it in his bathtub. He's going to sleep on it ofc. Your scent on it helps him jerk off better.

Pervert! Belphie who now asks you to rub his belly till he falls asleep. "What's so funny?" He asks as you giggle at his request.

"Since when do you need help falling asleep?"

"I care about the quality of my sleep. And I sleep better this way."

Fortunately you believe him and don't suspect that it's because it's the closest he can get you to fondling his dick. He has such a difficult time holding in his moans and hard ons, every time your hands go even a bit lower than usual.

Pervert! Barbatos who got into sewing clothes as a hobby and specifically likes making them for you now. But you never understand why he needs to take same measurements over and over again.

"Oh? This is a different kind of design, MC. So the measurements will vary from before."

"Always making new things aren't you? You never fail to suprise Barbatos." You smile at him admiring.

The tightening of the tape around your chest and crotch are subtle. He can hardly keep it together when you praise him after all. But he has to if he wants to skim his hands over your body like this again.

Pervert! Diavolo who takes you on such long drives that you always doze off in the front seat, waking up apologetic for missing so much of the journey.

"Hahaha, it's okay, MC. We've been on this same road lots of times. I assure you, you didn't miss anything. And I like that you feel safe to sleep in my presence."

"But still, I'm so sorry, it feels disrespectful..." You apologize, not even knowing how hard he is in his pants right now.

Afterall, he can keep squeezing your beautiful thighs, maybe let his hands wander between them and imagine himself fucking you in the back seat as much as he wants, when you're asleep.

Pervert! Simeon who will have noone except you as his muse for art classes. And the themes just keep getting more erotic each time.

"Are you sure you're okay with this, MC? You don't have to do it if you're not comfortable-"

"Nonsense, Simeon. I feel super comfortable if it's you. You're a true artist after all." You say as you lay on his bed wrapped up only in bedsheets, exposing your entire back and legs.

If only you knew, this angel has thoughts dirtier than most demons. How he's practically fucking you with his eyes. How he's definitely going to jerk off into those bedsheets, moaning your name.

Pervert! Satan who loves teaching you things - standing right behind you, guiding your hands to make latte-art, or trying a new style of painting.

"That's it, nice and slow. Look how much you've improved, MC." He beams at the cute kitty in the coffee cup.

"All thanks to you, Satan. I can't wait to learn more from you." You smile at him earnestly.

He almost feels guilty for tricking you this way, but the way your hands feel in his, and your ass feels against his groin is so addicting. One of these days, he wishes could teach you to be on all fours and take his length in your pretty little mouth.

Pervert! Asmo who loves keeping your eyes on him and noone else. From elaborate performances to petty staring contests, he cannot have enough of your gaze.

"Oh you're turning red in the face, Asmo. Did I manage to flutter the heart of the Avatar of Lust?" You lean forward smiling.

"You're my only weakness after all, MC. It's your fault for making me this way." He almost moans.

You laugh and mock apologize at his antics but you don't know he's been grinding like an animal on his seat, and creamed his pants under your innocent gaze. Your undivided attention just turns him on so much.

Pervert! Lucifer who makes his desires too obvious sometimes. He'll regret it in the morning and take you to dinner to apologize but not until he's already done something dirty.

"Lucifer, it's 2 am. You need to throw away that coffee and sleep." You're practically dragging him to bed.

"Fine. I'll go sleep if you'll stay in my room tonight." He says knowing you'll comply. You care too much for your own good. He's not even going to let you sleep on the couch, no you have to stay wrapped up in his arms.

You might wake upto him groaning your name in his sleep and you might mistake it for a nightmare - not knowing how he's balls deep inside you in his dreams.

Pervert! Thirteen who likes how excited you get over her newest inventions and keeps making more things to call you over.

"And this little baby and can throw pie at people's faces without ever missing. Guaranteed headshot." She smiles proud.

"This would be so useful in a cafeteria food fight and then get banned right after its glory. But I so wanna use it!" You whine.

She loves how much you appreciate her inventions. She is secretly working on a 'pleasure' device scented like her to give you - she hopes you'll like it just as much.

Pervert! Mephisto who is actually taken aback by your duality. You're such a mischievous little imp usually but turn so well-mannered in front of Diavolo's esteemed guests.

"So even you can be prim and proper sometimes? If only you could maintain this on the daily." He huffs.

You laugh and mock-bow in front of him. "Of course, anything for you my dearest lord. Would you like to dance with this proper human while you can?"

He blushes at the sudden offer. Why you little- how dare you tempt him like this. You can't complain about him gripping you somewhere improper or too tight. You deserve this for your attitude.

Pervert! Raphael who is still navigating new feelings of lust he's never felt before he met you. Why his heart skips every time you fall asleep on his shoulder or why he felt a sudden warmth at the pit of his stomach feeling you breath so softly into his neck.

"Thank you for helping me tidy the classroom, MC. I didn't even know where the cleaning supplies were."

"That's alright. It's more fun with two people anyway and wait Raphael there's a bucket over the-" The fresh bucket of water already spilled splashing all over both of you.

You immediately fetched a towel to help him dry up but he couldn't stop staring at you instead. With the uniform sticking to your body like and the water glistening on your exposed skin - why was he so enthralled? Why does he feel a strange pulsing between his legs as you hover over him?

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my mom I don't like it when she slaps my ass? potential tw

so I (22 trans m) currently live with my mom (65), and I've always had issues with how she interacts with my body. today she woke me up to try on a pair of pants I bought yesterday before she washed them, and I asked her if she could stop staring at me while I took my pajama pants off to try on the jeans. she pushed back and laughed it off saying it didn't matter, so I had to change in front of her cause she refused to leave the room. this has happened many times before where she insists on watching me change, even when I'm completely naked, despite me asking her not to.

I put the pants on and she immediately comes over to inspect how they fit for herself, tugging on the waistband and looking them over, then promptly slaps my ass. I immediately recoil and tell her I didn't like it and I want her to stop, and she scoffs and rolls her eyes at the suggestion. I tell her it's weird because we've had this conversation before since her slapping my ass is a frequent occurrence, and like usual, she insists there's nothing weird about it because she's my mother and she isn't doing it to be sexual. when she does this, she usually says, "I birthed that ass, so I'm allowed to slap that ass if I want to." I tried to tell her that I'n an adult and I should be allowed to tell her when I don't like something she does to me, and I was visibly pissed off and kicked her out of my room to go back to bed.

I could hear her in the other room walking around saying loudly, "ohh, so I'M aaaaalways the problem. I'm the problem, of course," in like a mocking tone because she clearly thinks I'm in the wrong. I know she's an asshole for a lot of other reasons (she's pretty transphobic and doesn't respect my name, pronouns, or that I'm on hormones, and she frequently takes out her anger issues on me by yelling at me if I even look at her wrong when she's mad), but this one has been bothering me a lot since I moved back home after college (I'm also unemployed and wouldn't be able to move out for a while despite already wanting to get away from her)

for further context, she's always had a specific way of interacting with my body that I think is weird but she refuses to see it. she insisted on personally bathing me into middle school, then continued to say that I needed her help to shower correctly even up to now, so she frequently walks into my bathroom or bedroom when I'm entirely naked and will look my body over and I'm not a fan of it. she also still tries to force her way into changing rooms if we go shopping together so that she can have the final say in how I look in clothes, and she never even wants to turn around or wait outside while I strip.

I've tried to get her to stop before but she keeps doing it, insisting that she's my mother so she's allowed to, even though I'm an adult who hasn't lived with her for the past four years and is very autonomous, so it's not like she still does everything for me. she also pushes back and says that if I think it's weird then it must mean I've been assaulted before and that's why I don't like it when she touches me. I'm also autistic and don't like frequent hugs or any kind of touching and she doesn't like it when I tell her to stop doing that too, but her slapping my ass and insisting on seeing me naked is the stuff that really bothers me, the rest I tolerate just so I don't have to argue with her all the time.

I've asked friends before if they think it's weird she does this, but she's so insistent that she should be able to touch me whenever and however she wants just because she's my mom and that she can look at me naked because she birthed me and has seen me naked before, so why is it different now that I'm a full on adult. I honestly don't know who's in the wrong for this specific thing and if I'm over exaggerating like my mom says I am, but I'm so sick of her touching me when I tell her not to that I needed to poll answers, so:

am I the asshole for telling my mom to stop slapping my ass and insisting on looking at me while I'm naked despite being an adult and asking her not to?

[midnight-bay-if]

What would be the reaction of the ROs if a package arrived and the MC said it was an accessory they bought for the RO to wear because they think it would be nice on them. But when the RO open the package they see a dog/cat collar due to a misdelivery? The ROs don't know that it's a misdelivery and MC didn't see it bacause they are washing the dishes or something like that.

(I see you, anon. I see you. Retconning the 90s setting so you can get a collar for your RO. I understand. Also, sorry about the wait!)

S: Their brow raises into a sharp arch as they pluck the collar from the box, holding it up by the tip of their finger. “Are you certain this was for me, darling?” They ask a hint of amusement in their voice. “Because I rather think this would suit you much better.”

Rain: Rain’s face burns red at the sight of the collar in the box. Suddenly, they are re-evaluating their whole existence. “I didn’t realise that this kind of thing was your taste.” Biting their lip nervously, they reach into the box and pull the collar out. They hold it in their hands, assessing it, before testing it around their neck. They turn to look at their reflection in a nearby mirror, and somehow, their skin turns redder. “But… I suppose it doesn’t look bad.”

Taj: Taj growls at the sight of it. They pluck it out with their forefinger and thumb, holding outwards as far as possible as if at risk of catching something from it. “Is this supposed to be funny, Koel?”

The anger in Taj’s voice makes you stop dead in your tracks. When you turn to face the fire in their eyes, your mouth drops open. “N-No, that’s not what I ordered, I swear!”

The sincerity in your voice wipes away some of the anger. Taj drops the collar back into the box as if burned. “I am definitely buying you a cage, little bird.” You are grateful for the jab when you see the corner of Taj’s mouth inch upwards. "I need somewhere to put you when you've been bad."

N: "Oh, my," N utters, an excited lilt to their voice. "I never knew you were the type, my dear." N pulls the collar out of the box, holding it against their against their skin.

Sensing that N was strangely excited. You turn, and your mouth drops. "Wait, no that's not--"

N waves you off. "It's okay, MC. Everyone has their vices. I'm happy to fulfil any fantasy you might have. All I ask is that I see you in this collar... just once."

Umbra: Umbra raises a sceptical brow at the collar, packaged neatly inside the box. Did you get a pet? But you said it was specifically for them, right? Well, you know them better than anybody, so if you believe this would suit them, then it probably will.

Without a second thought, Umbra takes the collar to a mirror. They awkwardly use the reflection to try to wrap the collar around their neck and poke the prong through the holes. Once it's in place, Umbra stares at their reflection for a moment. Well, as long as MC is happy.

"MC. I've tried it on. Do you like it?"

Your bright red face is answer enough.

[rxsilabeth--er]

Hiya ! Would you do a wolfstar x fem!reader where reader is sick and both boys take care of her ?? Please, also <3

:: The sick and the dicks.

Now calling....Author: "Hello, thank you for this request!! I adore it so much!! Made specifically for my friend @skyrigel. I adore them!!"

Now calling....Synopsis: "The upsurge of sudden sickness in Hogwarts after a series of heavy rains lead to you being stuck in bed, the hospital wing filled with Madame Pomfrey running around, so you're left to your own devices..Which are your two boyfriends."

Now calling....Warnings: "Sickness. Underage smoking and drinking. cigarettes. Very badly made soup. throwing up (for emetophobic folks like me out there), cursing?

The heavy rain was not stopping at all, as Remus used his wand to turn the page of his book, his other hand simply moving in circles to move a spoon over cauldron filled with soup, which was placed atop makeshift...fire, as one would say, because there was no stove.

You on the other hand were dying from sickness as Sirius kept rambling your ears off by telling how Marlene was being a bitch to him today.

"And she the AUDACITY to tell me my hair look greasy when she hasn't washed hers in two wee-",

"Okay, enough, Pads...You're gonna yap 'em to death" Remus said sighing as he continued to move his finger in circles in the air to stir the pot of soup, which honestly makes you and Remus grimace a bit at the sight of..

There was water, salt, chicken?? and a few other stuff, you weren't sure..it definitely did not look like a soup and Sirius does not have the comprehension of what is food and what is not because his mum barely gave him nice food...

But Sirius decided it was a "magical" recipe, pun intended, and it'll heal you up. so after a while, Sirius took the soup and poured it, as you and Remus looked at each other, "Oh hell no.."

"Uhm, Sirius. Why don't you go get some lemonade for poppet? Hm?" Remus suggests removing the strip of wet cloth he tied around your house to soak it in water again to calm your fever as you hoped he'd take it and leave this abomination of a soup.

"Hm, Sure!" he said, hurriedly walking out as Remus soaked the cloth in water before squeezing as much water as possible before tying it on your forehead again, just as Sirius came back, "Oh..yeah, I didn't tell ya'...Kitchen's close off cause one or two of the house elves have gotten sick".

oh fuck....

Remus only looked at you, not even bothering to assure you he can save you and turned around, stopping the spoon and lighting himself a cigarette to forget the interaction that was going to occur as Sirius sat in front of you, holding the bowl of whatever concoction he brewed while you smiled,

"Actually, I feel so much better now-", "you'll feel BETTERER!" Sirius said, smiling widely as he held the bowl to you, making you almost hurl your stomach and intestines out from the smell,

"Uh, I don-",

"Yes, you do need it!!"

"bu-" "MORE BUTTER IN THE SOUP?!"

"....No.."

You smiled awkwardly, trying not to show your disgust as Remus only prayed to god to let his two lovers survive until he can marry them and asks god to take care of you, if this is your last day here, as you hold the bowl to your lips, closing your nose.

Pinching your nose shut as to not breath in or out, you began drinking it, almost feeling your stomach get worse within seconds, but you held it in, drinking it while Sirius watched with starry eyes in delight. In his eyes, you were getting fixed, in your eyes...you were going to throw up and die...

Stop your breathing, you swallowed it down..oh god, it felt like soft squishy bug guts doing down, swinging down your throat and you hold your breath to not gag infront of Sirius as you kept a smile while Remus as honestly crying.

He couldn't even turn to you two without crying for you, incase you died...

Somehow you finished as Sirius put the bowl away after Remus somehow convinced him, it was enough and he didn't need to feed you the entire bowl. You laid back, wiping your mouth as you chewed on some cucumber to take out the smell, sighing in relief.. It was that bad, honestly, as you let out a soft hiccup, which let out thee aftertaste of the soup..you had no idea why you were being so-

And you felt your throat constrict as you emptied out your stomach's content on the floor...onto James' jumper... great, while Remus and Sirius froze. Your breath finally felt happy while you felt like you should cry at the state of the sweater, you were gonna say something-

And suddenly James came in, smiling and bright, "Black and Evans smiled at me-" his eyes fell onto the jumper with vomit, and his smiled faded and that glint came onto it, "who did this?"

And you sighed, you had no choice but to admit it..

Your hand flew up and pointed at SIRIUS, while Remus did the same, "this bastard threw up after tasting his horrible soup, after we told him no" Remus said and now you two were left snuggling against each other while Sirius was being dragged out by a livid James,

"YOU BOTH ARE SUCH FUCKING DICKS!"...

"Sorry, Sirius.." you and Remus didn't feel sorry..

© This writing work belongs to me, rxsilabeth--er, Aurelia, Rosilabeth, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for reading this and if you like this check out my blog!

[dervaaas]

Treatment is not the reason, the main thing is to eat well.

Character: Jiaoqiu

Synopsis: Being a cloud knight is hard, especially if you get injured after battles. But how good it is that there is a healer who will heal and feed!

Wn: If there are any, please tell me!

F!Reader!

English is not my native language! That's why I tried to avoid game terms. Written before 2.4!

P.S. It didn't turn out what I planned, but the reader ate delicious.

The girl was a frequent visitor to his office. This is already a familiar environment. It was difficult to be on the front line in the fight against infected mara, and it was impossible to exclude any injuries.

Today is no exception. After a long battle, Y/N breaks into his office with the words: "Jiaoqiu, cook me something!". To which he sighs and puts down his brush.

"You finished earlier than I expected," Jiaoqiu gets up from his seat and walks over to the girl and gestures for her hand. Without hesitation, she stretches out her hand and watches as he measures her pulse and thus monitors the work of her other organs. — Apart from the abrasions, you have nothing serious. Why did you come?

— And I was hoping so, — the girl said it more to herself than to him. — I wanted to eat delicious food.

— To eat? Huh, I can cook something for the abrasions, but you know you can't eat it. Jiaoqiu smiles at her when he sees her droop after he finished his words. He grins and slaps her on the head before continuing, "If that's what you want, I can feed you that way."

The girl immediately jumps up from her seat, as if not believing his words. He just smiles and walks over to a rack with a lot of drawers. He gets the ingredients he needs from there, cuts them up, puts everything in a small pot, fills it with water and stirs it.

Jiaoqiu puts the pot on the fire, waves his fan, and a pleasant smell wafts throughout the room. The man does not pay attention to how Y/N is already sleeping on the couch. Perhaps she would be praising the way he was once again creating a culinary masterpiece.

Taking the pot off the fire, he puts it on the table and pours the soup into a plate. He also made tea. It is not particularly different from the usual one, but has a better healing effect. He wanted to give her the ointment right away, but changed his mind. Because another idea came to his mind.

— Y/N, everything is ready. When he gets no answer, he turns around, but sees her sleeping on the couch near the entrance. Sighing heavily, he walks up to her and pokes her on the cheek. He chuckles a little when she squirms at his touch. But she opens her eyes anyway. — Go ahead.

— Oh, good! — Y/N jumps up from his seat and goes to the table, where everything is ready. I'm ready to be treated by you for the rest of my life!

— I'm not sure that you come here specifically for treatment. Jiaoqiu laughs when she sees her face, as if she's been caught red—handed. Which, in principle, it is.

— Mm.. Who knows. — The girl smiles at him, but he does not respond to this, only raises an eyebrow at her words. Y/N sits down at the table and starts eating the soup he has prepared. If she had the same ears and tail as Jiaoqiu, they would show how happy she is now to try something delicious.

— Is it that delicious? The fox smiles at her.

— Very much! You can't imagine how! — Y/N finishes the last portion and washes it down with a glass of tea that was brewed by a man. But she starts to feel like everything is starting to burn in her mouth. — Jiaoqiu, why did it become so sharply acute?

"You'll know how to distract me from my work for nothing." Jiaoqiu smiles at her as if he hadn't done anything. While the girl is outraged by his actions, he just laughs at her.

He is by no means against such a company and the fact that he is distracted from work. Even if his position in the commission depended on it, he would not miss a single moment to make a person smile just at the thought that the food would be prepared by none other than Jiaoqiu, a healer from Yaoqing.

[ariadne-karloff]

Random headcanons

Food.

Creed doesn't have a lot of control when eating: he eats like it's the first time in ages, and could be the last. He basically inhales the food, actually enjoying it only after he's eaten enough and or feels safe. He could keep eating indefinitely if you put food in front of him, no restraints, no shame, just a void to be filled. His healing factor helps him battling the nausea and the too full part. If he's by himself, he then nap the hell out of all that food. The presence of food, even still alive, gets him sidetracked and he needs to refocus on the task at hand.

Sleep.

He sleeps curled up, or half curled, with his head on his arms. If he's sleeping with someone, the someone becomes a teddy bear. He secretly loves being the small spoon but it's very difficult to find someone big enough. But with his past lovers they found a way: he stays face down and they sleep literally on him. Apparently it was Mystique the first to think of it, but Victor remembers someone else, heavier than her, and with the scent of clear waters and snow and forests. He runs hot, but if he can, he sleeps hidden in blankets, still trying to banish the cold he felt when he was in the cellar and during the first winter he was alone outside.

Mental Health.

The Canon: He never left that house, as he said himself. There's the mini "Spider-Man. Punisher. Sabretooth: Designer Genes" where he basically says he has PTSD. In another one, "It comes with the claws" (it's a Daredevil issue if I remember well) it seems he's not completely grounded, and he doesn't know what to do with people (and specifically women. He takes one and he's very gentle and careful but doesn't know what to do with her).

The headcanon: his mental health is highly challenged because of his upbringing. When he was prisoner in the cellar, he lost a great part of his ability to understand people and the notions he had, leaving him extremely late in what a person should know or feel. He basically lost roughly 3 years (old 90s canon). The solitary confinement is torture and he's been closed there for ages, plus the father hurting him and withholding food. So, yeah, he's weird and has a LOT of problems. Since he tried to get help but people said he didn't deserve it, he chose to be not conforming and accept that "normals" will never accept him for what he is, but he push it in their faces.

He def has ADHD and he's not in tune with emotions. As a defensive mechanism he shares false facts about his misdeeds to create a different picture of himself, and this is the same reason behind some of his taunts.

His Mother

As you may have read on my stories, his mother tried to protect him. She couldn't help him because of the abusive husband, and also cultural setting, but she loved him dearly, and tried to do all that she can. She gave him all the food she can hide from her husband and also blankets or things to keep him warm, and she talked to him. She also cleaned him and his small place, trying to keep it as clean as possible. One of his most treasured memories it's her using warm water and a soft cloth to clean him, and then letting him sleep a bit on her. Her arms were the safest place on earth for a long, long time. So yeah, I'm following the canon in which he spared her, after killing his father. She kept him safe even knowing he was completely deranged and out of his mind. She would have kept him with her, but Victor was restless and needed to get away from everything and go deep in the woods.

Queer.

He def isn't straight and he also is "age blind". For the "not straight part" it's the comics fault. He's queer coded to the bone. In some issue he's pictured like one of those "bisexual evil characters", but nothing is clearly stated (as it's pretty common).

Clean.

He can't stand being dirty. He washes as soon as possible, and he does that even when running free in the Canadian forests. He wouldn't have a strong scent because it's dangerous and helps finding you. Many people think he stinks because he doesn't smell of chemical products, and also after battle who would smell like flowers?! No one.

He's an asshole.

Absolutely an asshole. He's snarky, pushy, talks too much about the wrong things, tries to boast himself and he's too loud. He also tends to vanish up north without saying anything to anyone to recharge his batteries. But kids weirdly feel safe with him, so probably he's not so bad. Even if he sometimes says he eats them for fun (like the cats, he doesn't eat them, there's not enough to eat, not even as snacks)

[allieslittlewritings]

*not my gif <3

Rain, Periods, and Pizza

Summary: Reader gets her period on a bad day

Warnings: Menstruation, a singular swear word

Word Count: ~1.1k

You sat in class, not paying much attention to your teacher's words.

Most of the things he talked about were things Spencer had already taught you. If there was something you'd missed, Spencer would help you with it.

Rain lightly hit the classroom window, you hoped it would stop soon so you wouldn't have to walk in the rain.

Every now and then your eyes flicked over to the clock on the wall, the minutes weren't passing fast enough.

The bell finally rung, signaling the end of the school day. You quickly stood up, anxious to get out of the stuffy classroom.

And then you felt it, that specific feeling you get in your stomach. A mix of pain and unease, of something not being right.

Irritated and tired, you walked to the bathroom and entered a stall.

Your shoulders deflated when you realized you had in fact gotten your period.

After some mental math your realized it was more or less on time. That knowledge did not make the increasing discomfort any more pleasant, though.

You sighed in annoyance and reached for your backpack to retrieve a pad from it. You always kept at least one in your bag, just in case.

Searching desperately through your bag led you nowhere. Frustrated tears started blurring your eyes when you couldn't find what you needed.

You remembered then that you'd offered your last one to a classmate a few weeks ago, and apparently forgot to replace it.

You wiped your tears away with the sleeve of your jacket and started to craft a make-shift pad out of toilet paper. You would just have to walk home with more urgency than usual, it would be fine.

Hurriedly, you picked your bag up and washed your hands before exiting the bathroom.

You froze for a second when you heard the sound of rain on the roof, louder than it was before.

With a sharp inhale, you zipped up your jacket, put your hood on, and left school.

The walk from your school to your home was not far, if it were your dad wouldn't let walking be your method of transportation.

But as you walked in the rain and felt it wet your clothes, while also feeling blood seep out of you, it felt like the longest walk you had ever taken in your life.

Your walking speed increased when you finally saw your apartment building come into sight.

The urge to rush up the stairs was strong, however the thought of slipping on your wet shoes was frightening enough to stop you from doing so.

Hands cold and shivering, you reached for your house key in your pocket. Your hand paused when the sound of familiar footsteps met your ears. Dad.

Spencer nearly stumbled into you, not expecting you to be standing in front of the door.

He took in your appearance. Your clothes and a few strands of your hair sopping wet, your eyes downcast. Face pale from the cold and your lips turning a light shade of blue.

"Sweetie, what happened?" Spencer asked worriedly, quickly unlocking the door and letting you enter first. "Did you not take an umbrella with you?"

"It wasn't raining this morning, I didn't think of it," You grumbled, putting your bag down on the floor.

"Why didn't you let me know? I could've picked you up on my way home."

"I didn't know you were back yet." You bent down to take your shoes off.

Guilt started eating at him. He had just figured you would already be home, he should have asked you if you were still at school. You could get sick if you were in the cold for too long.

You sniffled quietly as you continued trying to untie your shoelaces. It was suddenly a difficult task because your hands felt like icicles.

"Can I help you?" Spencer asked softly, already bending down to do so.

He quickly undid your laces, cringing internally at how wet they were.

"Why don't you go take a shower and then we can watch something or do something fun?" He suggested.

You nodded slowly before shuffling to your room to grab clean clothes.

This could've been prevented, Spencer thought.

He felt even worse when he spotted the small stain of blood on your jeans.

‎

While you showered and got dressed, Spencer got changed into slightly more comfortable clothing before ordering your favorite flavor of pizza.

He also grabbed a few blankets and threw them on the couch. Lastly, he made you a hot water bottle and got you some painkillers and a glass of water, in case your cramps were bad.

He situated himself comfortably on the couch and read a few chapters of his current book while he waited for you.

Eventually you made your way to the living room and crashed onto the couch next to your dad, curling up under a blanket and burying your face in his arm.

"Periods fucking suck," you said, voice muffled.

Spencer put his book down and shifted so his arm was loosely wrapped around, gently scratching your back. "I know."

Your breathing was heavier than normal because of the pain, Spencer noticed. He reached forward and grabbed the glass of water and painkillers from the coffee table.

He lightly nudged you so you'd look up and then handed the pill to you.

You drank it and mumbled a quiet "Thank you" before also accepting the hot water bottle from him. You went back to lying how you were, trying to keep your breathing even.

He looked at you with concern, seeing your face scrunch up in pain as another particularly bad cramp hit you.

"Do you want to watch something, sweetheart?"

"No."

Spencer nodded, although he knew you couldn't see. "Okay, that's okay. We could also do something else like play chess, or read. I actually got you a new book from this little bookstore I went to before the team flew back, I think you'll really like it, it's about-" Spencer stopped himself and looked at you for a second.

Your eyes were tightly shut and you held your legs to your chest.

"Do you just want to stay here and not do anything for a while?" He asked instead, quieter.

"Yes, please." You mumbled.

"Okay," Spencer said softly, reaching for his book and flipping back to the page he was on.

He felt bad for making you move when he got up to get your pizza.

The pain in your stomach had eased a little so you decided to go get some plates from the kitchen.

"Wanna watch something now?" He asked when you came back.

You thought for a second before tiredly nodding your head.

Spencer turned on the show you two were currently watching and then handed you your plate.

Your gratefully took the plate and started munching on a slice of pizza as you happily watched your show with your dad.

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[drdemonprince]

also a good-faith question: what do i tell some of my friends who are terrified of the collapse of the current system for like, survival reasons? like in ways that mutual aid and community support can't really help.

i was trying to explain all this stuff to my friend the other day who is on government support and needs a lot of intensive, expensive medical intervention to live, and she accused me of being willing to sacrifice disabled people for the sake of ideological purity but like, i wasn't saying she doesn't deserve to live, but that she doesn't deserve to live more than palestinians do? and that she also doesn't deserve to specifically live on stolen land. and like, there are palestinians who also could really use those medical treatments that she has the privilege of accessing, why does she deserve them more?

she said she can't afford to not care about the election results because if anything happens to the aca or medicaid, or if anything happens to the medical supply chains, then she's fucked. like, yeah, but same goes for all these people our country is oppressing??

i feel like i just didn't explain this well and i want to give her some other stuff to read.

Great question! I think when people believe that all social care systems will collapse without the government, they are buying into a very colonialist idea that human beings are at their most basic level selfish and irresponsible and won't care for their communities. This is not the case! Thousands of years of human history prove this not to be the case, and so do the behaviors of humans right now during moments of crisis.

Look to the people of Gaza -- they are not leaving their disabled behind. People are sacrificing all that they have to care for their elderly relatives, neighbors, and friends. The only reason that disabled people in Gaza are dying is because the region is being deliberately deprived of resources by Israel. If aid were let in and the Palestinian people were free, they would feed their hungry, treat their sick, supply insulin, teach children, and perform everything that we currently in the US rely upon the government to supply.

Another example of this can be found in how humans respond to natural disasters. Rebecca Solnit's book A Paradise Built in Hell is a beautiful read on this, following numerous real-life disasters across the globe. In every case, people did not riot and pillage or dissolve into violence--- they formed stable encampments, doctors and pharmacists worked their jobs without pay, cooks made food without expecting a wage, everyone pooled their resources and looked after one another.

We also see examples of this when other governments have fallen -- and all governments eventually do! When a nation-state ends, life doesn't end. People keep going to work to make the medicine and put on the leg casts and wash physically disabled people's bodies and make the food. People WANT to feel useful, helpful, included, and looked after, and they will do these things without being forced to by an authoritarian power structure. We see this in the campus encampments and the incredible outpouring of generosity they are experiencing too.

It is quite common for a person to mistakenly believe that the government is all that is keeping our social order working, and that we are all just one moment away from violent chaos and deprivation without it. But that really isn't true. Even without the government, we will still have the *people* who understand how food production and logistics work, the *people* who research and test the drugs, the *people* who watch the children and nurse the elders and fix the roads and butcher chickens.

Without the alienating, exploitative economic structure we currently have, it would actually be EASIER and more efficient for us to take care of one another with these skills, because our time wouldnt be wasted on bullshit jobs that don't contribute to society.

There are lots of great readings about all of this on the Anarchist Library, but I recommend starting with David Graeber's books! Bullshit Jobs, then Debt the first 5000 Years, then Utopia of Rules, then Dawn of Everything. Bullshit Jobs is the easiest read.

[burningsuitfire]

Essek and religious trauma

Saw this post from @balleater here and having been meaning to write a meta on the subject, theorizing about what we know.

Essek admits to being seriously traumatized when Caleb talks to him in the Grove.

(141) Caleb: Somewhat hypocritical coming from me, but try to be kind to yourself.  Essek: You, more than anyone, showed me that trauma doesn't define you.

The simplest conclusion is religious trauma, along with neglect and abandonment.

In the wrap-up Matt puts serious emphasis on Essek's parents and family being "very deeply steeped" in the religious culture alongside how Essek has "very much eschewed" the religious culture, that no one has ever genuinely cared about Essek beyond his influence and talent, that his family didn't understand or support his focus on dunamantic research (or his career), and draws clear lines about the negative aspects of Dynasty's theocratic authoritarianism and uncompromising cultural zealotry, at points Mercer even compares it to evangelicalism and doomsday cults.

He also gives us hints that it's a bad situation for anyone who doesn't follow the official faith, like in Eiselcross when Caleb asks questions about the mandated religion and Kryn theories on the beacons:

(124) Essek: It is an interesting idea, though I would caution to keep it close to the chest. Such conversations might be considered sacrilege in some circles of the Dynasty.

Which as word of god tells us Essek had a very bad relationship with his powerful authoritarian den family that didn't understand him or his goals, and he grew up in the Bastion (which is a temple to the Luxon), when the Dynasty laws are founded on the faith and enforced by the military:

(EGtW) The laws of the dynasty, which stem from the faith of the Luxon, are enforced by a network of trusted Aurora Watch captains and soldiers

To the point where Matt emphasized how even petty criminals in the prison were systematically "beaten and emaciated", sacrilege could have ugly consequences, even growing up.

Especially considering that all we know of his father is that he seemed to have a temper to the point of extremely self-destructive tendencies, and that he was possibly military and thus law enforcement (warriors function as both in the Dynasty).

Even in the dinner conversation when he was being outstandingly open, Essek was very careful not to tell the nein anything that could allow other Kryn to question his faith:

Marisha: So his lying about it [consecution] was just about going along with the zealotry and not- Matt: Exactly, because he didn't want people to think that there was something up.

And then there's Essek's massive trust problems, which are specifically focused on the word "trust":

(131) Caleb: We feel we can trust you more than my old teacher. (You see, when you say the word "trust". It's simultaneously like seeing a small hit to the heart... and whatever icy bit that cracked melts away for a minute. There's a moment of him hearing the word and letting it wash over him.) Essek: I'm thankful for the trust you put in me. And I hope to make this up to you.

(124) Essek: I've never really been trusted and so I did not trust. When I- when you gave me trust, it gave me a perspective that was so agonizingly striking. So easy to see that I refused to acknowledge it at first, even. (135) Essek: The more I begin to see Beauregard, yourself return with these markings- I've only just recently learned to trust. It's hard to begin to mistrust so quickly.

Where there's a theory that it might stem from the Dynasty's training for echo knights and dunamancers (when we've heard Essek tell Caleb that the training is comparable to that of scourgers), and we even see the echo knight in Zadash react very strongly to the word "trust":

(13) Mollymauk: We just need to know who we can trust and who we can't.  Thuron: You cannot trust anybody in this city. You cannot trust yourselves. Anyone who has not bound themselves. They are the enemy.

Other context and info gives us that consecution and worshipping the Luxon and following the umavi-written "system of pure faith" created from their interpretation of the beacons (as EGtW dictates the Luxon is canonically silent and unconscious) is required for people to hold Dynasty political/spiritual/military office and influence, to work for the theocratic government (comprised of the 12 noble religious den families), and that dunamancy and the Dynasty's dunamis research is only accessible to those working for the government.

And it seems like Essek hints at unattractive consequences to others discovering he's been lying about his faith (and/or the dangerous nature of his career):

(131) Essek: I just know that I've also survived this long, weaving the intricacies of deceit like I have, by knowing how best to keep myself out of the complications as best as I can.

Finally, we have Essek's relationship with punishment and pain, alongside the Dynasty's systematic religious corporal punishment:

(57) In the shadows there look to be multiple figures. Some human, some ogre-ish with more reinforced bars, drow. Emaciated, beaten. Not looking happy and healthy, but then again, what good Dungeon of Penance would?

(77) ...days of chosen sunlight in which the nightfall is dispelled and the people of Rosohna and Xhorhas bask in the sun. Even those who find pain and challenge in its presence, as it is part of the worship. (EGtW) The Kryn drow who emerged from the shadowed depths of the caverns beneath Xhorhas now endure periods of sunlight as part of their worship. Periods of days, sometimes weeks, will transpire in a state of perpetual evening, enabling the darkness-bound denizens to go about their work. Such periods briefly come to an end to usher in periods of scheduled, mass worship under the sunlight.

(99) Essek: I will take my leave for the night. Thank you for not throwing me into the water. (97) Essek: The pain is somewhat comforting because I am my own punishment. (91) Essek: I have seen those far older than you that have experienced maybe half the pain I see in your eyes. Age isn't everything. Experience is what hardens you, prepares you for the worst. (138) Beau: My essence will haunt you. Essek: And I would deserve it, like I deserve all of the things that haunt me. Jester: Aw, Essek... Essek: Don't- offer me any solace. (141) Essek: Maybe it's time I just found my way. Really began my penance. I've procrastinated long enough in dealing with my sins. I convinced myself I'd be alone for so much of my life. It's hard to say goodbye when I don't feel alone anymore, but… I understand. I understand and accept what I've done.

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

um if this doesn't make you uncomfortable

i saw your hc lucifer as orthodox christian and i have an interest in orthodox so can i request some hcs of lucifer as an orthodox christian (like his daily activities as orthodox christian, etc.)

again, if you are feeling uncomfortable, feel free to ignore this, i know many dont feel comfortable with topic of religion

(if you want age confirmation, im an legal adult)

I'm not uncomfortable with talking about my religion, but there's this itty bitty problem that comes up when you discuss orthodox christian traditions. Every countries orthodox traditions are different because, unlike catholic christianity with the pope, there's no authorithy over the whole religion. (There's patriarchs, but they're authorothy over their respective region, not the whole of orthodoxy. It's complicated and I do not have the full understanding on how the orthodox hierarchy works either.)

That's a long way of saying that I'll be writing Lucifer as specificly a romanian orthodox christian because that's the one I'm familiar with.

Lucifer being orthodox on main

There's a day every year when Lucifer will wash the feet of all his nobles. Since he's at the top of the food chain in his country (and in general), he's the one that has to wash the sins away from all his nobles. He used to do it to the patience as well, but they're too many since the war began.

Paradise Lost is the only country that celebrates Easter, but it's during the correct date and not the catholic date.

Easter Eve night is spent at the church where Lucifer sings a specific prayer before leading the atendees around the church three times. Every atendent has to hold a chicken or rooster as they circle the church and at the end they sacrifice the birds to the lord.

Not an orthodox thing exactly, but Lucifer loves decorating eggs with beads, kind of like this

During Easter everyone in Paradise Lost has to smash an egg with everyone else. (I have no idea how to explain it, just have a video. That's basicly it)

After Easter he greats all his nobles with "Hristos a înviat" ("Christ has been revived" kinda, I'm not a professional translator) and his nobles have to answer "Adevărat a înviat" ("True, he's been revived."). This goes on for a month

Moving on from Christmas, whenever a patient dies, Lucifer rushes to their room and lights candle.

No noble in Paradise Lost ever dies (thank you, Gamigin) but Lucifer has a whole ass plan prepared for the possibility of them dying. I talking casket measurements, a list of their favorite foods so he may give it out as pomană, the prayer he'll honor them with, everything

Whenever something bizarre or unorthodox (haha) happens, Lucifer will let out a quiet "Doamne fereşte" ("God forbid") and look at an icon (he has those in every room).

He was given a cross necklace when he was younger by God and he never takes it off. Will hiss at anyone that even tries to touch it.

Lucifer only wears red underwear. It's to prevent people from putting envy curses on him. If he's praising someone a lot, at some point he'll do the "pu pu pu să nu te deochi" ("[spitting noise] may I not curse you")

He sometimes calls his brothers by their hebrew names, that's Gavril, Mihail and Rafail. Kind of preferes calling them by those names, but he can go with the latin version as well.

I'mma be honest, these were the hardest headcanons to write for. There's so many romanian words that have no direct translation and all of them are related to religion in some way 😭😭😭 I didn't even bring up the strigoi or jumping over fire. I've been told before that I kind of need to tone down the use of Romanian on my blog since not everyone is from here, so I tried my best with translations.

[star-dust-stuf]

Fred & George Weasley x period!reader ★

title: sweetheart, little gumdrop

warnings: descriptions and expressions of pain

a/n: I love them so much, I want to do a period comfort because I already know I'm getting mine soon. sorry for typos, enjoy babes.

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It was snowing when every student went down to Diagon Alley, and apparently Fred and George had their own store. A lot of students went there and it was such a chaotic shop but looked like so much fun. 

There were so many glowing colors and bright greens and reds, different smells. I walked past the love positions, and towards the candy. The normal kind... 

I look around to see if there was anything I like, a lot of people laughing... And then two familiar voices behind me, looking at me from the steps. 

"Looking for anything particular?" Fred asked.

George spoke, "or something out of the ordinary?" 

I look at them, and smile slightly. I wasn't feeling well and I hope it wasn't obvious, then they'd want to know. "Just chocolate." 

They glanced at each other, Fred smiled and stepped towards me, George behind him. "And why that specifically?" 

"Why do you need to know?" I say, it wasn't really a question, more one of attitude. 

George smirked, "well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, didn't she." 

Fred smiled, "come on. Were only messing with you. You can get anything you like." 

I look to my shoes, there was a look on my face I couldn't hide. One of discomfort, a wrack of pain washed over me and it couldn't be helped. Fred and George glanced at each other and back to me.

"You're alright, love?" George spoke, he got a little closer.

"I'm just..." I couldn't finish, the pain was so much my eyes were watering and I just wanted to fall on the floor right there.

Both Fred and George got to my side and led me up the steps and past the other people, even some of them stared but it wasn't a big deal to them. They got me in a broom cupboard and closed the door, leaving it a jar.

Fred whispered to George, and then Fred left. George kept his hand on my arm gently. "It's-."

George cut me off gently, "we know." 

I just looked at my shoes, embarrassed by the situation. I was cramping up so bad I couldn't stop crying. George gently rubbed my back and waited for Fred to come back, and when he did he had a package.

"Don't worry, It's just chocolate. And I suppose you don't want to walk all the way back to Hogwarts?" Fred spoke softly.

"I can manage." I say, holding the bag of chocolates close. Almost scared they'd melt.

Fred scoffed and George smirked, "come on, sweetheart. You're not walking in your condition, you're already crying." George said, as he poked my cheek softly.

I looked to my shoes, Fred put his hand on my lower back, right where the pain was. "You'll have to go sooner or later." 

"Let one of us walk you. Okay? Then tonight we'll meet you in the common room." George says.

I just agreed, my mind wasn't up for decisions now. Fred walked me back to Hogwarts, it was cold but it felt good on my skin, on top of that, I was tired, not in the mood for much, so when I was in the common room I sat by the fire. Calming myself. 

And finally when it got late enough, the common room was empty as all the students went up to sleep. Fred and George snuck into the common room, not expecting me.

"How do you two even do that, get away with this all the time." I smile a little.

They smiled, "well, not including that map, you're not telling a soul so we can keep doing it." George said with a smirk. 

They both sat beside me on the red couch near the fire. "You haven't touched the chocolate...?" Fred asks. 

"No, sorry." I say, looking into the fire.

Fred and George exchanged glances before scooting closer. "Look, you don't need to be embarrassed about anything." Fred says softly.

"We have a sister, we know how this works. Getting cranky, crampy, and snappy." George smiles. 

Out of the blue, I started to cry from the exact same pain I felt not too long ago, Fred and George looked concerned but calm. Fred stood up, "I can get something from the medical wing."

"You'll get caught, you aren't supposed to be out of the common room so late." I say, tears running down my pink cheeks. 

Fred smiled proudly, "sweetheart, I can do a lot of things you don't know." 

As Fred left, George got me to lie down on the couch, getting me a blanket. He knew the pain was bad, I was crying and that already broke his heart. "Just take a deep breath, it might not help the pain but it'll keep you at ease."

I couldn't help it, I brought my knees up and cried out in pain. He got closer and took a hold of my hand and stroked it gently with his thumb. "Hey.. hey, You're doing beautifully. It might not feel like it, but bloody hell, you are." 

I smile a little as he says that, even if I was in pain. The common room portrait opened, and Fred came back with a hot water bottle. "Took you long enough." George says.

Fred rolled his eyes slightly, "you try getting past Snape. Can you imagine if he found out..." 

Fred smiled a little as he thought, "how embarrassing." He placed the hot water bottle on my stomach, making sure it wasn't too hot.

George stood back up and looked down at me, my eyes closed as I tried to relax. "It's a bad period..." 

Fred nods a little, "we can only wait it out, I guess." 

I look up at them, "don't you two have something useful in that shop of yours?" 

George looked to Fred and back to me. "Nothing for pain, you know- any pain caused by your period." George sighs.

I winced and put my hand on my rib, Fred watched for a second. "Is your chest hurting?"

George elbowed his side. "I'm sure shes- yes I'm sure it hurts." 

"We'll stay with you. You don't have to be alone." George spoke gently. 

"You're not going to spend all night awake." I look up at them. 

"Of course not. You'll fall asleep and so will we." Fred said, crossing his arms. 

"Where will you sleep if you won't go to your dormitory?" 

"The floor." They say in sync. 

I had to sigh, "you cant be serious." 

They both smiled to each other. "Never." They say again in sync. 

They both got comfortable on the floor, pulling a blanket or two off the couch and the chair near the portrait, I was in disbelief... But it was them, so what more do I expect. They weren't light sleepers at all. If is stir or make any hints I was in pain theyd be up.

They didn't want me to be alone at all, they'd just talk and tell jokes to help me. And it did, I loved they're empathy, it made me feel safe and that I was okay. 

When the pain got too bad George started rubbing my stomach to see if it would cause relief. And when it did he didn't stop doing it, taking turns with his brother before I fell asleep... And them after me. Fred's hand rested in mine as he drifted to sleep, as George's hand rests on my leg. 

[inky-rambles]

༻ gravity falls hcs ༺

(contains mentions of sh (nothing in detail)

•Ford, after being away from earth for so long, is slightly out of touch with the culture and occasionally gets confused by normal customs (Mabel tried to give him a fistbump once, and he just stared at her hand quizzically for a good like five seconds before remembering the gesture and very halfheartedly bumping her.).

• Similar to this, he sometimes uses gestures and sayings from other planets/dimentions to everyone else's confusion.

• Mabel is a Chappel Roan fan, and Dipper is secretly an even bigger one.

• Dipper had a massive crush on Pacifica and was planning on asking her out the day that he walked in on a makeout session between her and Mabel. Dipper was obviously a bit disappointed but was happy for his sister, plus relieved that for once her choice of romantic interest was somewhat sane.

• sobbing vilontly "I'M SO SORRY DIPPER, I'M THE WORST SITER EVERRR- hic." and then Dipper was just there, like, "Mabel, it's literally fine; I don't care about it."

• Mabel and Dipper once took a beer from the fridge and snuck it up to their room. Dipper took one sip of it and immediately passed out. Like full on just fall straight over backwards blackout. Mabel had to go downstairs to get the grunkles so they could check he was okay. He somehow had a terrible hangover from it the next day as well, and the whole family is still perplexed about it to this day.

• Mabel was very casually coming out as pan to grunkle Stan and was explaining the concept to him, and he went, "Oh, that's literally me. Huh." Mabel dragged him to the local pride parade with her a few weeks later with matching knitted pan flags, which Stan proudly wore.

• She made Ford a monsterfucker flag.

handyman bill au hcs because it has me in a chokehold

(specifically bill w/ a human body)

• Bill does sh very openly, partly for Ford's attention, which he and the rest of the family think is the only reason, but it's mainly to feel control of his body as he feels he has none.

• When Bill was reborn in Gravity Falls (through the axolotl's command), he refused to go to the shack because he claimed he didn't need them, so he lived off berries and rotting meat in the forest for like two weeks before his dumbass fought a bear and begrudgingly showed up at their door because he was literally dying of blood loss.

• For the first week of staying with the Pines, he refused to eat any actual meals and instead just ate a mass amount of strawberries. Nothing else, no other fruit, just strawberries.

• Ford jokingly put a vitamin tablet inside one like you do with dogs and toddlers, and Bill genuinely ate it without realising, so that became their main way of making sure he didn't die of vitamin deficiency.

• Mabel does Bill's makeup, and he acts like he hates it, but it's really obvious that he enjoys it, especially because he parades around the shack with it on for the rest of the day after the makeover session instead of washing it off.

• This eventually led to Mabel buying him his own mascara from the local drugstore, which he uses daily. Ford made fun of him for it once, and he fully broke down sobbing over it. (He misses his old form's lashes :<)

[a-spicy-reader]

 Unexpected Reunion

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

Synopsis

After an intense workout session at the gym, Jaemin is unexpectedly impressed by a video he accidentally opens on his phone.

Jaemin was at the gym, intensely exercising his back while a song was supposedly playing in his headphones. The rhythm helped him advance through the exercise sequence with more animation. As an average Twitter porn consumer, Jaemin had a specific interest: women receiving oral sex. He was obsessed with pleasuring women with his mouth, and his Twitter feed was a constant box of surprises where these videos could appear at any time.

During the break between exercises, Jaemin got distracted looking at his cell phone and made a delicious mistake when opening the Twitter app. The first post that appeared was of a woman receiving oral. Luckily for her, he was wearing headphones; otherwise, the entire gym would have heard the woman's moans. He felt a tingling in his stomach and knew he needed a break.

Jaemin quickly ran to the gym's bathroom, entering one of the empty partitions. In the same second, he switched the phone to one hand and put the other in his pants. He was so horny that he started masturbating. He needed a break because he knew he couldn't get home without being noticed. As he pleasured himself, the sounds and images of the video intensified his motivation. Finally, he climaxed, feeling a rush of satisfaction hit him.

After catching his breath, Jaemin cleaned himself up and headed straight to the gym parking lot, getting in the car to head home. He knew this quick breakup alone wouldn't satisfy him. When I got home, I thought he would be alone because his girlfriend, Tasha, had gone away for work. However, he was surprised to find Tasha already at home. Her pink tresses contrasted beautifully with her skin tone. It was the perfect moment. Jaemin couldn't feel luckier.

Tasha was distracted with her headphones, unpacking her bags, and didn't notice Jaemin's arrival. He approached her silently and she turned, taken by surprise.

“Jaemin! You got home early,” Tasha said, a bright smile spreading across her face.

“Yes, I finished my training quickly,” Jaemin replied, already feeling his excitement building again. "I missed you so much."

“I missed you too,” Tasha said, her eyes shining as she looked at him.

Jaemin couldn't resist anymore. He approached her, pulling her into a tight hug. “You look amazing,” he murmured, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss.

They exchanged sweet words, but Jaemin's actions spoke louder than his words. He kissed her deeply, showing how much he missed her. His hands ran over her body with care and devotion, removing her clothes gently. He made her lie down on the bed, separating her legs and positioning himself between them.

“I want to make you feel so good,” Jaemin said, his voice low and full of desire.

He started kissing her belly, slowly going down to between her legs. Tasha shivered in anticipation as Jaemin's mouth found her most sensitive spot. He began to please her with his tongue, his movements deliberate and skillful. Tasha moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over her.

“Jaemin, this feels incredible,” she gasped, her hips arching towards his mouth.

Jaemin didn't stop. He continued sucking and licking, bringing her closer to the edge. Tasha's first orgasm hit her hard, her body shaking with the intensity. Even though she was feeling the effects of the orgasm, Jaemin continued to pleasure her, his tongue making

its magic. She could feel another orgasm building, even stronger than the first.

“Don’t stop,” Tasha pleaded, her voice breathless.

Jaemin continued, his determination unshakable. His legs shook, but he didn't give in. He inserted two fingers into her, intensifying the sensations. Tasha's second orgasm hit her even harder, her entire body convulsing with pleasure.

“Oh my God, Jaemin!” she screamed, her voice full of ecstasy.

Jaemin didn't stop there. He continued his ministrations, his fingers moving in and out as his tongue circled her sensitive nub. The third orgasm was the most intense, leaving Tasha panting, her body writhing with the overwhelming pleasure.

“Jaemin” she moaned, her voice shaking.

But Jaemin was relentless. He quickly removed her clothes, freeing his hardened member from his shorts. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed into her hard, filling her completely.

“You feel so good,” Jaemin moaned, his movements intense and deliberate.

He began to thrust harder, holding her tightly as he found a steady rhythm. Tasha's moans grew louder with each thrust, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Jaemin's pace quickened, his need for release making him harder and deeper.

“Tasha, I'm close,” he whispered, his voice strained with effort.

“Me too,” she panted, digging her nails into his back.

With one final, powerful thrust, Jaemin reached his climax, spilling his seed inside her. He continued thrusting until he was completely satisfied, the heat of her release mixing together as he finally slowed down.

They both lay there, breathless and shaking afterwards. Jaemin gave Tasha a gentle kiss on the forehead.

But Jaemin didn't finish. As he lay next to her, her body already recovering, he felt another wave of desire rising within him. He couldn't get enough of Tasha, especially after being apart for so long.

“Tasha,” he murmured, his hand sliding down her body, teasing her sensitive spots. "I want more."

Tasha looked up at him, her eyes still cloudy with pleasure. "Again?" she asked, a teasing smile on her lips.

Jaemin nodded, his fingers already working on your back to get you ready. "I can't get enough of you."

He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body with renewed intensity. Tasha responded eagerly, her body arching into his touch. Jaemin's hand found its way between her legs, his fingers slipping inside her once again. Tasha moaned into his mouth, her hips rocking against her hand.

“Jaemin,” she gasped, breaking the kiss. "I need you."

Jaemin didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself over her, guiding himself back into her warm, welcoming heat. This time, her thrusts were slower, more controlled, prolonging the pleasure. Tasha wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“You’re perfect,” Jaemin moaned, his eyes boring into hers. “I missed it so much.”

“Me too,” Tasha whispered, her nails scratching his back. "Do not stop."

Jaemin's movements became more intense, his desire for her took him over the edge. Tasha's moans filled the room, their bodies moving together in a perfect, primal rhythm. As they approached climax again, Jaemin's thrusts became more urgent, his control slipping.

“Tasha,” he panted, his voice rough with need.

“Come with me,” Tasha moaned, her body tensing as she felt her own orgasm approaching.

With one final, powerful thrust, they both reached their peak, their cries of pleasure mingling in the air. Jaemin held her tightly as they rode the waves of her climax together, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

As the intensity subsided, they collapsed together, their bodies intertwined. Jaemin gave Tasha a tender kiss on the lips

Jaemin was covered in sweat, his body shining in the dim light of the room. He had been at this for some time, tireless in his pursuit of pleasure for both of them. His eyes were dark with desire as he murmured in her ear, "Come on, love, one more..."

His nails dug into her ass as he guided her hips up and down on his thick cock. He was determined to get one more orgasm out of her.

It seemed like an eternity. Tasha bounced up and down on her shaft, her body moving rhythmically with each thrust. The knot in her stomach tightened again, this time much tighter and more intense. She grabbed his shoulders, her nails etching little crescent moons into his skin.

Jaemin noticed your growing tension. He quickly grabbed her waist, lifting her and pounding her in a rhythm that caused bruises on her cervix. It was so fast that she could barely process her own euphoria as she got closer by the second. And then she felt it.

Your back arched, eyes rolled back, jaw dropped, legs shaking. It was intense and heavenly. She had never felt anything so good in her life. It felt so good that she didn't even notice the liquid squirting everywhere.

When she came back from high, she realized that Jaemin's advances had come to an abrupt end. "Why did you stop?" she asked, a little disappointed. But Jaemin was looking into her eyes, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

“Naughty girl – you squirted on me…” he panted, slowly starting to thrust his hips into her pussy again.

She noticed the thin sticky layer of liquid painted between her thighs and her lap. She let out a sigh before Jaemin whispered in her ear, "Do you think you could do that again for me, beautiful?"

Tasha's body shook with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. She looked at Jaemin, her breathing becoming labored. "I don't know if I can," she said honestly, her voice shaking.

Jaemin's grip on your hips tightened. "You can, baby. I know you can." He encouraged, his voice a low rumble. He began to thrust into her again, slowly at first, but gradually picking up the pace.

Tasha's body responded to him, pleasure building once again. She closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the sensations. Jaemin's hands roamed her body, caressing her skin and squeezing her breasts. Her lips found her neck, kissing and sucking her sensitive skin.

"That's it, baby. Just let go," Jaemin whispered against her skin.

The knot in his stomach tightened again and Tasha knew she was close. She clung to Jaemin, digging her nails into his shoulders once again. He could feel her body tensing and he increased the intensity of her thrusts, determined to push her over the edge again.

"Cum for me, Tasha. I want to feel you squirting in me again," Jaemin moaned, his voice full of desire.

Tasha's body obeyed her, pleasure crashing over her in waves. Her back arched and she let out a loud moan as she came, the liquid squirting out of her and covering them both. Jaemin held her tightly, his own release quickly following as he felt her walls clench around her.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum,” Jaemin panted, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate. "You feel so good, so tight around me."

Tasha's eyes flew open, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. "Do it, Jaemin. Fill me," she insisted, her voice little more than a breathy whisper.

With a deep groan, Jaemin's body tensed. He buried himself as deep as he could inside her, his cock throbbing as he released his hot seed inside her. The feeling of his cum filling her sent another wave of pleasure through Tasha, and she shuddered around him, milking every drop from his pulsing shaft.

Jaemin collapsed on the bed next to her, both of them panting. He pulled her close, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. "You did so well, darling," he murmured, his voice full of affection and satisfaction.

Tasha smiled weakly, her body exhausted but completely satisfied. "You always know how to make me feel amazing," she whispered, resting her head on his chest.

Jaemin chuckled softly, his fingers gently stroking her hair. "And I always will, beautiful."

[bananna-threads]

Hi! I just stumbled upon your blog so apologies if i'm asking something you've already answered. I've been embroidering for a while and have been wanting to take the jump to embroidering clothes as well, but I've been struggling with figuring out how to handle the back of the embroidery and i haven't really been able to find much advice. I wonder if there's a specific technique that you use?

Hi there! No worries--you are actually my very first ask, so this is exciting for me lol 🎉 As for advice, these are just personal preferences, so take them with a grain of salt because I don't know if this is necessarily the "right" way, just my way.

1. When beginning a new section/color, don't use bulky knots. I don't know about you, but when I was first taught to sew, I was shown how to tie a quick knot at the end of my thread. I would do this by wrapping the thread around my pointer finger a couple times, then using my thumb to twist/slide it off. Almost like a little French knot at the end. Don't do this. I made the mistake of using these knots when I first started my embroidered sleeves, and because I was using embroidery floss and not fine sewing thread, it essentially made a bunch of little bumps that you could feel against your skin, as well as when you ran your hand over the top of the embroidery. That's why instead you should...

2. Use a holding stitch. If you've used a sewing machine, you'll be familiar with how you always begin and end a line of stitches with a back-stitch. Well, you can also essentially do this when sewing by hand too! The Royal School of Needlework has a useful StitchBank that includes the holding stitch (along with many other useful stitches!) You can also use this technique to end a line of stitching, as long as it's done in a place that will eventually be covered up by other stuff (aka a finishing stitch).

3. Don't leave long "traveling" threads when starting on a new section. I know when you are embroidering and you finish an area, and the next part you have to work on is only a couple inches away, it's tempting to just bring up the needle in the new spot. But this just leaves a bunch of loose threads on the back for things to catch on. Plus if your fabric is a bit see-through, and there is a lot of dead-space in your design, you may actually see it through the front. Of course there are exceptions--like when you know that area will be covered by other stitches--so it's up to your discretion in the end.

4. Use a lining. Not necessarily a requirement (I didn't actually line my sleeves--it would have been too hot), but if you want to protect the back of your embroidery from rubbing up against your skin or catching on things, you can always line the area with fabric like you normally would when sewing a garment. If the garment is already made and you are adding decorative embroidery to it, don't worry about lining it. You might just have to take a little extra care when putting it into the wash. Use a delicates bag, or wash by hand.

5. And this doesn't necessarily have anything to do with the back, but the order in which I work a piece usually goes: filling stitches, outline stitches, then surface stitches. So I'll do my holding stitch, block in larger areas with filling stitches (in my sleeves, these were the blackwork patterns, but another classic example is the satin stitch), then I'll outline those areas as needed (i.e. chain, stem stitch, etc.), and lastly finish with any decorative surface stitches (a french knot or woven wheel are examples of this).

Sorry if this was entirely too long-winded, I just got excited and tend to err on the side of over-explaining. If you do end up embroidering some clothing, I'd love to see!

[pricescigar]

If the requests are open, can I ask for a scenario in which the reader tries to get Wesker’s attention because they missed him a lot? I don’t know how, I just picture them dropping on their knees under his desk and you know…👀 “you’ve been stressed lately, let me take care of you.” I just love how you write Wesker!

I hope you’re having a day! 💖

Ooh of course! I'd love to write a little scenario for you ! ❤️

Of course... Wesker would feel bad that he hasn't been paying much attention as he should, but don't worry. He'll make up for it. 😏

And my day is wonderful so far thank you hope you have a wonderful day too ❤️

(And it makes me happy that you love how I write Wesker 🥺 I do truly try my best lol)

No specific gender specified for everyone to enjoy

Scenario Requested by: @moonlight-sonata-1

CW: Some fluff, praising, daddy kink, NSFW mentioned

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I miss you ...

Wesker had been slumped with heaps of work for a couple of days now, working to the bone non stop. Even sometimes he'd work during the night, to get up to date with everything. You'd wake up with the other side of the bed empty, and as usual find him working in his office. He'd always see you standing by the door way, with his soft voice he'd say;

"I'll be there soon darling."

With a nod you go towards him and climb onto his lap, which he gladly wraps his arm around you. Holding you close, while he continued to work. Kissing your neck, letting you sleep within his arms.

Admittingly you was a little upset sometimes when you'd have to sleep alone, you wasn't clingy. Not at all. But... You definitely did miss the attention, his touches... The way he'd stroke your hair in bed, how he'd hug you si tightly. God just, Everything. You missed everything about him... Even if both of you lived together.

"I'm sorry but I'm busy darling..." Wesker would say with his husk voice, a quick peck on the cheeks and lips. Then you'd watch him go off to his Office, hearing the door close gently.

You could easily see he was stressed, you couldn't help but mess with the ends of your jumper. Trying to reassure yourself you hated seeing your daddy stressed, it made you upset. After a couple of minutes you mustered up the courage, soon you gently knocked on the door.

Wesker was dealing a few reports that came to him, a few phone calls here and there. His jaw tightened at the incompetence of his workers, this is what he had to deal with for the last couple of days. It was beginning to annoy him. He did all he could to not just yell down at the phone.

After the disastrous phone call, he put his phone down running his hand through his hair huffing. Until he heard the fanilair gentle knock at the door...

"Come in." Wesker would say, and then the door opened and he saw you walk in, a smile appeared on his face. "Need anything doll?" He would say in a calm tone, the anger in him seemed to he washed away.

"Well... I was more thinking about, you. Do you need anything?" You would ask softly stepping over to stand infront of him, you watched Wesker lean back on his leather chair thinking.

"Hm... Nothing at the moment doll, thank you. Can't wait for dinner later." Wesker would say, taking your hand and holding it.

"I miss you..." You mumbled holding onto his hand, and he held your hand a little tighter into his.

"I'm sorry. I just been so busy, and everyone's is just... Incompetent." Weskers jaw tightened again, his eyes glowed a little.

You nodded listening to him well, you moved to go in between his legs and dropped onto his knees. Placing your hands on his legs.

"You've been so stressed.. Let me take care of you... Please?" You'd say looking up at him.

Wesker looked down at you in awe, before the familair sly smirk appeared on his face. And so he unbuckled his tripura removing them ever so slightly, he already got excited seeing you on your knees. After all... When the two of you first got together, it didn't take long to figure out that Wesker always got excited seeing you on your knees. At his mercy.

"Do your magic then sweetheart." Wesker cooed. "I have an important call soon." He said, putting his hand behind your head. "You're so good for me..." He praised.

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(I'm so sorry if its short!)