#Ant probably some skin to skin contact

[fanworldbuildingfun]

Tonight I have two moods:

·         Desmond angst with Bleeding Effect

·         And Desmond being reborn as Al Mualim’s surprise kid

(note of warning: these are NOT in the same universe) (Unless?)

1.       Desmond angst with Bleeding Effect

So. This one leans heavily into feeling of entrapment that never went away after Abstergo. Desmond DID technically go from being used as Animus subject to being used as Animus subject. Admittedly, he did swap the relatively comfy accommodations for relatively better company (listen. Listen I may not dig the ascetic glass-n-white style Abstergo rocks, but I can appreciate that the room looked like a good hotel room). But that negate the fact that he, technically, had no real choice in either scenario

And here, instead of learning to trust Lucy/Shawn/Rebecca, Desmond instead clings to the memories of his ancestors. After all, they have neither any way nor any reason to use him, right?

He’s amicable with the team. Jokes sometimes, has lighthearted impersonal talks – basically, treats them as colleagues at most. But whatever vulnerability there is, is shown to the people he sees during Bleeds

So leaning against where he sees a ghostly Ezio sitting on his bed, or laying on the floor where he can see barely-there shades of throw pillows and rugs that normally sit in Altaïr’s office? It’s comforting. And so is the skritch of quill on parchment as Altaïr writes… Something

To Desmond, it’s not real

But for his ancestors, from the moment they held the Apple in their hands? The shadowy form of Desmond is very much real. Ezio can feel the press of Desmond’s body against his side. Altair can see how the pillows dip under Desmond’s weight

And Desmond probably wouldn’t have said half the things he did if he realized that the ghostly Connor who was making his own arrows across from him was listening. That they all listened. And could do precisely nothing

2.       Desmond as Al Mualim’s surprise kid

This is a complete and utter crack taken seriously(-ish). No one can prove Al Mualim never had any lovers, in or out of the garden. And he is not THAT old, by our standards (the man is killed at 56. Only 56!)

But he never did plan to sire a child. There was no time nor desire had for one

Except, no one thought to tell whatever Isu-bull went on with the Temple that

So in 1174, he gets “blessed” with a child from his preferred Flower who had never, to point, had a pregnancy. Ever *thoughtfully sprinkles in some more Isu bullshit because the lady genuinely never had it be an issue*

One may think Al Mualim would be the kind of man who would be a distant parent, or just forbid anyone from speaking of him having a child. But nope. Instead, Al Mualim goes completely Rodrigo Borgia over his newborn daughter

#assassin's creed #Assassin's Creed ideas #Ancestor angst #Ezio wants to motherhen but can't #Altaïr wants to murder someone but can't #Connor is sad #Desmond needs a hug #Ant probably some skin to skin contact #Al Mualim as proud dad #Desmond suffers identity crisis on a whole new level #Flowers get to practice self-defense assassin style #Because Al Mualim is a Dad who would get overprotective over his daughter #Is Altaïr being raised a proper spouse that Al Mualim can insure deserved his kid? #The possibility is more than 0

[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

I will take ANYTHING with colin and/or rodrick (#I'm desperate i've read everything twice) Sorry if thats vague, but I'm like a garbage disposal and will take anything atp. Thank you if you look at this, have a great day/night!

Something about whats-her-name

"Mr. Heffley, whats got you daydreaming away in my class, hm?" Rodrick snapped back to reality, the brittle voice of his teacher shattering his thoughts about- wait... what was her name again? Oh, that's right, Y/n. Y/n L/n, how could he have already been in his 3rd year of high school and barely notice her? "Oh, sorry, it wont happen again" Rodrick said, like an idiot. The teacher simply rolled her eyes and went back to the lecture. As the teacher was talking, Rodrick went back to thinking of Y/n. Since they had just came back from winter break, Y/n must have moved her schedule around and ended up getting put into his 4th period English class. The seating chart app must have been on Rodrick's side when it was determining the new seating chart for the remainder of the year, because it had placed Y/n one person above him, but still in the row next to his, giving him a perfect view.

She was more than just gorgeous, more than ethereal, more than any word that Rodrick's pea-sized brain could come up with. She wasn't like all the other girls Rodrick had liked in the past, most of them quite prissy and rude. But Y/n? Y/n was cool, stylish and you could tell she was NOT just another brick in the wall. Although she was seen hanging out with Heather and her goons sometimes, you could tell she was nice. Rodrick knew she had an amazing personality, and he wasn't just saying that because he was totally head over heels for her. Every time he saw her from across the campus during lunch, she had that gorgeous smile of hers on her face. When he had asked his friends about Y/n, they had only good things to say about her. After a few weeks, Rodrick decided he HAD to get to know her, so he set up a plan.

Rodrick had came to the conclusion that he was going to throw a party that weekend. Since his parents and youngest brother would be gone, Rodrick felt it was the perfect (and probably only) opportunity to throw a sick ass party and impress the girl of his dreams. He sent out a group text in his schools group chat, which soon got screenshotted and posted on various social networking's. Most of the time, Rodrick didn't give a damn about what his peers thought of him. He had gone through all 11 years of school being seen as a dorky, emo weirdo. But now that Y/n was in the picture, Rodrick gave every damn and a bag of chips. He knew this kickback of his had to be off the hook, it was really his only chance to get Y/n to fall for him.. because y'know, he cant just go up to her and ask for her number or something... boy logic.

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The Heffley household was PACKED. Teenagers coming in like ants marching. 30 minutes after the party started, Rodrick chose to stop answering the door, and just leave it wide open. People were drunk, some partying it up inside the house, and others passed out in the yard. As he surfed through seas of people, Rodrick made his way to the backyard. There, he saw Y/n sitting on the porch, alone. He opened the sliding glass door, feeling the fresh air on his skin. Y/n turned around, eyes widened. They soon softened when she saw Rodrick. He stood there, looking down at Y/n. She smiled, scooting over to make some room for Rodrick. He smiled, sitting down next to her. Finally, he broke the silence. "So... am I interrupting something? Or are you only out here 'cus my party's lame?" Y/n smiled, Rodrick swore he could feel his pupils dilate. "Nah, of course not. It just really stuffy in there, needed a breath of fresh air." She broke eye contact with him, looking down at her drink. Rodrick saw it wasn't even beer, it was Coke. As he continued to stare at her, Rodrick realized that Y/n is even prettier up close. She turned her head to look at him, which made Rodrick snap out of his trance. "Is there something wrong?" Asked Y/n, her head cocked to the side. What kind of question was that? Of course there was something wrong. Rodrick is sitting outside with the girl hes been damn near stalking, ALONE, and he probably creeped her out because he can't keep his eyes off of her for two seconds. "No, nothing wrong. You're just.." Rodrick couldn't find it in himself to spit out what he so badly wanted to say. "I'm just what?" Y/n's eyebrows were furrowed, a confused expression on her face. "You're so beautiful" Oh shit. It just slipped out, he didn't even mean to say it. Her eyes were wide, her once confused face now turned surprised. "Oh- oh my god. I'm.. i-i'm so sorry Y/n i ju-" Rodrick's stammering of nonsense was cut off by Y/n's soft lips kissing his. Her hands found his face and thumbs gently began to stroke his cheek. Y/n pulled away, a sweet smile on her face. Rodrick's mouth was hanging open, speechless from what had just happened. "Whoa, okay uh, alright." Rodrick said, which made Y/n giggle, eyes scrunching up and sparkling. "I don't wanna sound conceited, but I know everything Rodrick. I can feel you staring at me during 4th period, I notice how you purposely walk by my table during lunch, I even see all the profile views you leave on my socials." With every word that came out of your mouth, Rodrick could feel his face getting warmer and warmer. "O-oh my god Y/n, I'm sorry." He covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the blush. You laughed and softly grasped his wrists, uncovering his cute face. Y/n looked into Rodrick's eyes, deep and dark and desperate looking. "I don't mind at all, Rodrick." She said, eyes switching from looking at his eyes to his lips. "Why didn't you ever talk to me sooner, Rodrick?" Oh lord, hearing his name coming from your voice sounded like music to his ears. "Well I mean, you're just so... I cant even think of a word. I guess I've just been intimidated by you, I didn't know how to approach you." Y/n's eyebrows raised. "Oh, is it because i'm just sooo scary and discouraging, that it took you 6 months to have a conversation with me?" Rodrick laughed, feeling the tension wearing off. "Well, I guess you cant be THAT scary since you just ate my face" Y/n rolled her eyes, gently slapping his arm. "Seriously though, I really like you Y/n, I know i'm a wuss for not talking to you sooner." Y/n smiled at him as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Kiss me again, Rodrick."

And so he did.

A/N: THIS IS NOT MY BEST WORK GUYS! Lowkey rushed bc school stuff lol (i'm dying inside) PLEASEEE request more stuff!! thank u so much for requesting @my-sibling-wears-a-muumuu !!

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #doawk #rodrick x reader

[moonshynecybin]

PEDRENZO TOXIC RIVALRY YEARS FORCED PROXIMITY CURSE. TELL ME MORE

YAYYYY okay so. for dani and jorge it HAS to be after one of the most intense races of their lives. don’t ask me which I DO NOT KNOW ! i’ll leave it up to you to decide if one fits specifically but it was CRUCIALLY a knockdown drag out fucking fight. high effort. satisfying. one millionnnnn overtakes. and eventually they BOTH podium, and the race was so bananas —kinetic and tense and somewhere HOT— that they feel like the blood in their veins is legitimately made of GASOLINE— and they HATE each other at this point, but on days like this the space between them is also filled with this like. singular electricity that makes them feel like NOTHING else. the emotional release of a hard won battle… all of those endorphins panting shiny with sweat sticky with champagne… critical awareness of where the other is at all times, leftover from the track… and then they DO decide to shake hands on the podium and there’s. a moment. a spark. something a bit different than static electricity, but not far off. and they don’t think anything of it until after the race, when dani is about to get whisked away by honda to debrief— and jorge shouldn’t even notice when dani walks away but he DOES, he can FEEL it, and something prickles and begins to TEAR. jorge feels some deep instinctual part of himself seize up with panic, and theres a shout from dani’s direction and suddenly jorge’s body is moving without his permission and he’s got dani’s face in his hands and big brown eyes are looking up at him and they are fucking ANGRY. and it’s then that he knows something is very very veryyyyy wrong.

and off they go to the motogp doctors™️ ! who are like. yep! you’re cursed ! (magic ass universe where looney tunes shit like this occasionally happens to riders who ride the edge of rivalry a little too hard. rosquez have gods biggest storm coming for them in a few years.) so you have to stay as physically close as possible to each other for a couple of months!! it’ll hopefully pass. these curses don’t effect in track stuff really so you’re are both cleared to ride 🤗👍 and PEDRENZO are both like. you have to be FUCKING kidding me. dani sitting there picking at his fingernails COMPLETELY shut down and jorge just posture tight frown dialed to ELEVEN tiny little stormcloud over their heads :) and they’re holding hands because it’s the only way they don’t feel like live ants are under their skin :) THEN the doctor is like. and you guys should probably share a bed :)

and it’s rough at the beginning! they are both VERY stubborn and while dani remains the people’s princess i think when he was younger he had the capacity to just. shut the fuck down when he was pissed. close off. and jorge is NOT shy about how uncomfortable he is about the whole thing so he’s dialed the cuntress factor allll the way up. and there’s no quick fix! it’s just time! and dani is also SELF ADMITTED !!! not a patient person. SO i IMAGINE sitting next to jorge in bed and imagining himself attempting to suffocate in his most evilest of enemy’s tits is FUN but is also not a SOLUTION. action oriented guy methinks. loves solving a problem hates when the only solution is WAIT. so it ends up being this escalating arms race of belligerent horny tension where they’re literally living in each other’s pockets holding hands touching ankles sleeping in the same bed and being TORTUROUSLY aware of the other’s body the ENTIRE time. every SLIVER of skin contact i feels like a brand. passing dani in the kitchen reaching for cereal and jorge brushes a hand on dani’s waist to lean and he feels CRAZY. INSANE. that kind of stuff. and eventually i think dani (NOT PATIENT !) fucking snaps and just. jumps him. might as well make the fucking lemonade if you have the goddamn lemons !!

the REAL problem os after the curse gets lifted (of course. the second after they fuck.) when they are USED to each other’s presence and have begun to realize how much they COMPLIMENT each other and suspect (creeping at the edges of awareness) that this mighttttt be love. but they know the other was only around for months because they were literally cursed. and now they are free to go back to the status quo. where rivalry is expected. what do they do…

#they fuck. obviously. that’s what they do. #motogp #callie speaks #asks #pedrenzo

[alohastyles-x]

Can I please have a Tony stark x reader or Scott lang x reader or Vision x reader ZombieAU? Either one works! Thanks:) take your time babe!!

omg yes, I'm so sorry this took a bit to write, I wanted to make sure I got down Scott's personality hehe <3 I absolutely loved this concept, and I hope you enjoy where I took this! big shout out to @atlaese and @theyear1980 for help :)

Zombified - marvel

*lets pretend this gif is from the mcu lol*

Pairing: Scott Lang x Zombie!Tony Stark x Zombie!Vision x reader

Prompt: While camping out in a convenience store, Character A watches as a frightened Character B bangs on the glass, trying to make it past the blockade that Character A put in front of the door. Character A can just barely tell what Character B is saying: “Help! Let me in! They’re coming! [ pretty sure this one is from @deity-prompts ]

Word Count: 3.5k

warnings: descriptions of violence and gore, horror story,

this story is apart of my house of horrors event!

House of Horror Stories Guidelines | House of Horror Stories Masterlist

Silence filled the musty air as you leaned against the wall, rifle in hand. There was a shifting outside and in the atmosphere surrounding you. What was once peaceful was now unnerving, shadows dancing out of the corner of your eye. Your heart raced as footsteps were heard outside. They were running, gaining speed and getting closer to where you sat. You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breath before making sure the rifle was loaded and cocked, waiting to be used. Your hand rested delicately next to the trigger as you aimed the gun up towards the front doors of the convenience store. 

You had already blocked the doors off with heavy furniture left behind and cut the electric cords so the automatic opener feature wasn’t working. This had eased your mind, knowing you had the upper hand. Now all you had to do was wait, wait for the perfect shot… whoever was outside was getting closer… and closer… until a figure appeared disheveled in front of the door. His fists rose and he began banging on the door furiously. 

“Hey! Let me in! Please! There’s this... god, what is that? This thing after me. What are we calling them? Zombies? Yeah that!” He shouted. You recognized his voice- it was Scott Lang, otherwise known as Ant Man, one of the newer Avenger recruits. You lowered the gun, staring at him in disbelief. 

Okay pause- you’re probably wondering what he’s talking about. Zombies? Seriously? Get real, right? Unfortunately, his description is very, very accurate. 

The world had changed since the reverse snap and the fall of the Avengers. After Thanos had accomplished his self-deemed destiny to eliminate half of the universes’ populations on every planet, in every galaxy, what was left of the Avengers worked tirelessly to figure out how to reverse engineer the snap. After a long and grueling battle they succeeded in defeating Thanos’ army, and bringing back the half of the population that disappeared… 

… but at what cost. 

Biologist Ellie Mae had come back to find the love of her life Linda Gahle had died in the 5 years she was gone. Her grief was instrumental in the events that led to where you were today: holed up in an abandoned convenience store that, by some miracle, still had its windows intact.

 You see, Ellie had been so distraught over her wife's death, that she spent days, weeks and months trying to bring her back. Ellie succeeded… kind of. What she created wasn’t Linda, it wasn’t even human at all; it was a monster. Skin as ashy and pale as a decomposing body, eyes dull and lifeless, skin haphazardly stitched back together from Ellie’s surgical procedures to reinstate Linda’s organs- she created a zombie. A zombie that was hungry for meat, thirsty for blood. Ellie died at the hands of her very own creation that soon was let loose on the streets. 

Others weren’t as lucky as Ellie. Many that came in contact with the, now, zombified Linda survived… if you could even call it that. More and more Zombies came to life, popping up out of the freshly dug dirt in graveyards, morgues, and even on the street just mere hours after they were found deceased. The time it took to turn always varied, depending on just how much of the disease got in through the bites before the zombies moved on to better looking meals. 

When the outbreak had occurred, you had lost everything all at once. Your home wasn’t safe to stay in, and the small little family you once had was infected, leaving you to do the hardest thing imaginable: end their suffering. The kickback from the shotgun you used left a dark purple bruise on your shoulder after multiple shots were fired to end it all. The tears had stained your cheeks, making their way through the blood splatter that had landed on your face.  

Without giving yourself a second to process what just happened and what you just did, you threw some clothes into a bag, as well as some survival tools your dad had prepared after the news broke of the infections. 

The world had turned upside down. More and more people were turning daily- the Zombies now outnumbered the humans. But things turned dark when the infections reached the heroes-the New Avengers- that were left after the snap. 

No one knew how, assuming they had the technology to shield themselves from it. In fact, that’s what everyone was hoping for: that the New Avengers could stay safe long enough to find a cure. But everyone was mistaken. 

To everyone’s surprise, Tony Stark was the first to go- or, rather, come back zombified. It was a giant conspiracy as to how he got infected after his sacrifice- as far as anyone knew he was dead and buried. 

The world was slowly running out of humans and as far as you knew, you were one of the few left alive in your town. No one had even tried to break into the convenience store you had bunkered down in. It was an eerie thought. 

You had just lit a candle for the night next to your makeshift bed. Lucky for you, no one decided they needed pet beds in a zombie apocalypse, so you took the seven pet beds the store had in stock and made yourself a comfy place to sleep. 

It really wasn’t all that bad given the circumstances. The store still had plenty of food, water, and other things. You assumed more people were focused on fleeing the city rather than stocking up on essentials, which left the convenience store nearly full. 

After making your rounds to each entrance and then settling in for the night, you were caught off guard by a sound off in the distance: yelling. 

That led to where you were now, staring Scott Lang down as he continued banging on the door, pleading for you to help him. Suddenly, as if someone flicked a switch in your brain, you got to work assessing the situation. 

“Meet me at the back door, it’s easier to get you in that way!” You shouted, hoping he could hear you over his incessant banging. 

“What?” He yelled back, stilling his fists. You rolled your eyes and pointed towards the back of the store. 

“Back! Door!” You yelled back. He nodded and took off. 

“Fucks sake,” you muttered under your breath as you followed his actions and jogged towards the back door. This one you didn’t feel the need to block as much save for a large heavy box. It was a heavy door that locked automatically so no one outside could enter. 

You grunted as you slid the box away from the door, and quickly opened it. Scott Lang stood there, looking around anxiously as the noises of hungry zombies filled the outside air. You waved him in, and shut the door tightly as soon as he stepped inside. 

“Thank you, I’m so grateful,” Scott whispered. He was currently waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark stock-room. 

“Anything for an Avenger,” you responded, winking- even though you knew he couldn’t see it. 

“Follow me, I’m set up in here.” 

You led him into the store, bringing him to the corner where your makeshift bed was. You had a small box next to it with a kerosene lantern from your home sitting on it. 

“Nice place you got here,” Scott said, chuckling to himself. “No, really though, this is insane that this place isn’t ransacked more than it is.” 

“Yeah, I got lucky I guess,” you chuckled. “Uh, so, there aren't any more pet beds, but I can break mine down and set one up for you…”

“Oh, that’s not necessary. I can sleep on the floor,” Scott responded with a bright smile. 

“The floor? Jesus, Scott, no. I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor,” you said. You began to break down your bed, pulling 4 of the pet beds out and setting them up on the other side of the box night stand. 

“I never got your name,” Scott responded, watching you make his bed for him. He felt awkward and unsure of how to act and respond. 

“Oh, it’s y/n.” You said, simply. It made him chuckle, the way the two of you were able to make small talk amid a zombie apocalypse. He looked around, and grabbed a box of crackers off the shelf next to him. 

“So, what kind of supplies do you have, y/n?” 

“Guns, knives, plenty of food and water clearly, and that’s about it, aside from what the store offers.” You responded, finishing laying out the blanket atop the pet beds for him. He silently thanked you with a nod of his head, before moving to sit down. You took him in as he was sitting, wondering what he was doing all the way out here.  

He had a large bruise on his upper cheekbone, a small slit in his eyebrow.  You assumed he must have fallen and hit his head against a rock or something. As you moved your eyes down, you noticed a lot of blood on his shirt, and then his sleeve. Without thinking, you knelt before him and moved his shirt up, exposing his toned stomach. 

“Oh, shit!” You muttered, seeing a deep gash slashed across his abdomen. He brought his gaze down to where your hands were already carefully inspecting it. 

“Oh that? You should see the other guy,” he winced. Even in pain he was attempting to keep up his comedic act. You smirked. 

“I’m sure, tough guy. Here, I’ve got some supplies to help clean the wound.” You reached for a small red bag perched near the box nightstand. In it contained a few antibiotic pills known to help cure the infection, as well as hydrogen peroxide and other wound cleaning solutions, some gauze and some stitching equipment. 

“Here, take this and lay back,” you said, gently pushing him back down onto the bed, handing him one of the antibiotics. The kerosene lantern casted a glow on the wound making it shiny and look even more grotesque. He drew in a breath as you poured the hydrogen peroxide on it; his abs flexed in response. 

“So, what brought you out here?” You asked, attempting to distract him from the pain. 

“I honestly didn’t know anyone was out here, but man, I’m glad someone was. Tony and Vision- well, zombie Tony and Zombie Vision teamed up, and you know, the two of them as humans were unstoppable together… let alone as Zombies. So-ow,” he winced as you began to stitch the wound together. You muttered an apology before he continued.

“- so, I led them out here, hoping to distract them from civilization, but that was a bust. I’m not sure where they are now.” He finished. You glanced up at him. The way he just brushed off the fact that both Tony was alive and that he was now loose as a zombie made your heart drop. 

“I’m sorry… what?” You asked, your hand hovering over his wound. You were two stitches away from closing the wound shut.

“What part did you not get?” He asked, a confused look on his face. He forgot that not everyone was aware of the situation regarding Tony. You raised your eyebrow at him as you finished stitching him up. 

“How did Tony come back?” You asked. 

“Oh, right, not everyone knows. Well, after Tony’s sacrifice, Pepper lost it. She couldn’t wrap her head around him being gone, no matter how hard she tried. She put on a brave face, I’ll admit that as well; she had us all fooled. When she heard of the experiment Ellie performed, she reached out immediately to get the information on what she did to bring back her lover. She paid an ungodly amount of money for the secret, and then performed it herself. Tony was back, but within a matter of minutes the disease had spread through his body, turning him into a zombie. Pepper was able to send an alert out before… before…” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, but he didn’t have to. You know what he was trying to say. Before the inevitable happened before Pepper ended up just like Ellie; lifeless on the floor. 

“And Vision?” You asked. 

“We’re still not sure. We think Tony somehow managed to infect his harddrive- or something- with a similar infection. I don’t even know how that is possible, but here we are,” Scott answered. You had finished your stitching job, and were about to cover it with a bandage to keep it clean, but Scott moved your hand away. 

“Wow. Brilliant stitching job, are you a doctor?” He asked, inspecting your work. 

“No, just sewn a few costumes here and there,” you smiled brightly, happy for the recognition of your work. 

He caught your eye, and returned the smile. A feeling of butterflies fluttered in your stomach, making your heart stop in your chest for a second. 

“Alright, you can finish bandaging this up. Let's hope this antibiotic kicks in soon,” Scott said, wiping a few beads of sweat from his brow. He laid back down and you placed the bandage over his wound, and began to tape it up. 

A sudden clatter outside made you stop cold, a shiver running down your spine. Scott had leaned up suddenly on his elbows, looking around the shelf blocking his view from the door. An electrical buzzing filled the air. 

“Shit!” Scott said loudly, pushing himself up to his feet. Another clatter came from the direction of the door. “Where’s the gun?” 

“What do you mean, what is - oh my god!” You said, turning to view the door. A zombified Vision was slicing through the door with the stone in his head. 

“y/n, where is the gun?” Scott asked again, more firmly this time. You passed him one of the rifles you had. 

“Stay here.” 

“What? No, I’m helping you!” You said, picking up the second rifle and loading it. Scott shook his head, but didn’t stop you. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to stop you unless he tied you up. As enticing as the idea was for other reasons,  he knew right now wasn’t the time for those thoughts. 

“Oh wait,” he started, running back to the back door where he had dropped a bag he forgot to pick back up. You hadn’t even noticed he had a bag on him ever before he came in.  “My suit!” He exclaimed, quickly stripping his clothing and slipping into the suit. 

“Are you kidding me? You, an actual superhero, forgot you had your suit with you? Why weren’t you wearing it?” You yelled frantically. 

“I didn’t want it to get damaged!” He responded. You shook your head at the ridiculousness, and watched as he picked up his rifle and came back into the main store. 

A loud bang came from the front doors, and you realized it was the sound of the furniture toppling over as Vision and Tony made their way into the store. They didn’t move like you thought Zombies would, all wobbly and slow. No, no. They were fast, almost faster than before. 

Your heart rate sped up as you froze, absolutely shocked at the sight before you. Tony’s skin, unlike the other zombies you had seen, was a blueish green with red blemishes all over. Vision looked the same, but he didn’t talk. You noticed that Tony didn’t either.

Scott didn’t hesitate though. He fired the rifle at Tony, hitting him in the arm. In the next second, Vision had sliced the rifle in half. 

“Great, you wanna play dirty? We can play dirty,” Scott said, activating his suit and shrinking down to the size of an ant. You watched as he attacked both Tony and Vision, growing in and out of size, shrinking and growing, punching left and right, taking hits here and there. You were unsure of what to do, it seemed like he had the upper hand. 

Thn, as if suddenly aware of your presence, Tony turned to face you, his eyes dead and lifeless. Your eyes grew wide as you realized he was headed towards you. You raised the rifle and went to pull the trigger…

Nothing happened. It was jammed. 

“Fuck!” You yelled. Of course this would happen. Of course the rifle would jam right as Tony was about to strike. You stumbled out of the way, smacking right into the shelf behind you. You quickly remembered the knife you had strapped to your thigh above your jeans. You grabbed it, slashing quickly at Tony’s arm as he came up to strike. 

“y/n!” Scott yelled out, growing large and squashing vision under his foot. It was just a temporary fix to the situation. He turned his attention to Tony, lunging at him. In a split second he miniaturized right before your eyes, and landed on Tony’s shoulder. Tony flicked him off at record speed, and you took the split second he was distracted to your advantage. You leaned out with the knife, stabbing Tony in the head. He fell to the ground, writhing around. There was no blood at the stab wound, only a green ooze that poured out of the wound. 

Scott returned to normal human size, wiping his hands off on eachother. 

“That was easy,” he muttered, and you looked at him like he was crazy. 

“Easy? That was the most terrifying two minutes of my life,” you muttered. He flashed you a smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, and for a split second, it was as if the two of you weren’t standing next to the corpses of the once greatest heroes of all time. As if the world wasn’t deteriorating around you. It was a nice distraction. 

It was a distraction you couldn’t afford. Lost in the gaze of the other, no one noticed that Tony had withered his way to Scott. He popped up suddenly, taking a giant chunk of skin out of Scott’s arm. 

A blood curdling scream left your lips, as you watched horrified as Scott’s blood sprayed everywhere– on you, on Tony, and on the floor below. You leaned down to pick up the knife you had dropped before, and lunged at Tony. 

But you weren’t fast enough. Tony had turned, backing away from where you were aiming.  Scott stumbled backwards, his breathing labored as he held his arm to his chest. 

“Go!” You screamed, wanting him to run and find help. He didn’t listen. He couldn’t hear you over the sound of blood rushing to the wound site. His ears began to ring, and suddenly a bright light appeared before him. 

You were unaware he was dying, too busy fighting off Tony. Vision began to twitch from his original position on the floor. No, no no, you thought to yourself. You could handle Tony, at least for a little while… but both Tony and Vision? That was nearly impossible for an average human like yourself. 

Suddenly, the fighting stopped. You dropped your arms that were raised to block a blow from Tony that never came. Taken aback by the lack of violence, you felt your heart rate increase at the growing silence. 

The silence didn’t last long. Behind you came a deep groaning and grumbling. Your blood ran cold, and your heart stopped in your chest. There was only one person that was behind you last you knew. Only one person who  had the capability to make the grumbling sounds you were hearing now. 

“y/n…” it came out raspy, and grunted, as if he was choking the words out. 

Chills ran up your spine, and you slowly turned to look behind you. As much as you didn’t want to, your brain was moving you without your permission. 

Behind you stood a zombified Scott Lang, blood no longer dripping from his wound. His skin was now a pale and ashy color, his eyes an infected greenish-yellow. He was no longer holding his wounded arm, instead it hung a good two inches lower than the other one, the upper bone sticking out of the open bite. 

“No…, no, no, no!” You cried out, knowing it was now too late for you. There was no escaping this. No escaping three bloodthirsty zombies that stood before you, eyeing you like you were their last meal.  

A blood curdling scream filled the air of the convenience store, before the sloppy sounds of biting and tearing of flesh followed, blood staining the linoleum floor below your body, and then, finally, the satisfied grunts of the zombies.

| 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 |

#Tony stark x reader #Scott lang x reader #marvel x reader #marvel zombie au #marvel fic #vision x reader #Tony stark fic #Scott lang fic #Tony stark smut #Tony stark angst #Scott lang smut #Scott lang angst #vision smut #vision angst #mcu #marvel #house of horror stories #alohastylesx #<33333 #alohastylesx works

[vanillabeenflower]

Rancher Risks Project

So in August of 2 years ago, I was inspired by @filibusterfrog ‘s DND Spell Scars drawings that I wanted to make something similar for Slime Rancher. I thought of all the ways you could take damage in the game and I thought of appearances for how the scarring from the damage would look. If anyone still frequents the Slime Rancher tag, then feel free to reblog if this is interesting!

So I will detail what I think the damage would look like, as well as what it comes from and how it would scar and how it would behave in-game if I have any ideas (I’ll also include some pictures of what they would look like, but the pictures are very outdated).

Also! TW for mentions and depictions of light gore, nothing too graphic though

EDIT 8/3: I just learned how to do a “read more” on mobile, so this should make it easier to read!

Rock Slime Scratches

The first scar type would be from touching a rock slime as well as being in the way of a rock slime when it starts to roll. At first I thought the scar would be similar to cat scratches, but then I realized the damage should probably be more severe if it actually takes damage. I think they would look akin to light gashes on the player’s body, nothing too serious but still very painful, as well as larger (I’m not good with measurements, but let’s just say that the scratches would usually be abt. 10 in.-1 ft. in length). I think it would be treated with the usual first aid for any scratches, as well as heal over time, or with a resource made using Buzzwax and Royal Jelly. If any rock fragments got into the wound, it would probably get infected due to how the alien environment would affect any open wounds.

Prolonged Rad Slime Exposure

So I don’t know how radiation works, but I decided to have some fun with this one. For rad slime exposure, I feel like some radiation would be transferred to the player’s body and it would make their veins visible through their skin, looking somewhat green from the outside. In the dark however, the veins and the player’s pupils would glow green, in a similar color to the rad slime’s glow. The player would get nausea, lightheadedness, and fatigue, and in the context of game mechanics, it would slow down the player’s walking and running speed. This will be treated by spending about 2 in-game days without coming into contact with a rad slime. Also, if they have the prolonged exposure, as soon as they enter a rad slime aura for more than 4 seconds, you would have a 50/50 chance of either immediately taking damage or getting knocked out.

Boom Slime Explosion

This would behave similar to burn scars, because of how the damage is inflicted as well as how much damage it takes from you. It would be treated with a cream you would make in-game with Buzzwax and Pepper Jam.

Crystal Slime Spikes

These are from the spikes that crystal slimes produce. Since it’s canonically confirmed that the spikes are extremely hot, the scarring would look something like a star-shape, as well as a mix between a blister and a puncture wound (shown below). It would heal in a star shape since I think that the immediate heat would suddenly “scatter” in multiple directions as soon as it entered the skin, it would be described as “getting injected with bullet ants”. It would be healed with a cream that you would make in-game made from Buzzwax and Wild Honey.

Fire Slime Burns

These would be similar to Boom Slime Explosions, but in a more localized area. They would be akin to third-degree burns and cover less of the body. They are treated by a cream made with Pepper Jam Cream.

Mosaic Slime Glints

Glints are produced by mosaic slimes normally but more frequently when agitated. Since the glints explode into flames as soon as they hit something, they would look like a rough diamond-shape with streaks of burned skin from the projectiles/embers the explosion made (shown below). It can be healed with the Wild Honey Cream.

Feral Slime Bites

They would look like bite marks from a large animal, covered with slime from the saliva. I don’t think it would act similar to rabies, but having the slime under your skin definitely isn’t good. Treated with Royal Jelly Cream.

Tarr Bites

I think they would be somewhat larger than slime bites, but covered in Tarr oil (at least I think Tarr are made of oil, since they always have an iridescent sheen to them?) as well as smoking since I think Tarr would be slightly corrosive. Treated with Royal Jelly Cream.

Saber Slime Bites

They would be the largest, with several small teeth marks surrounded by two large teeth marks. Surprisingly, they don’t leave any slime along with the bite. Treated with Royal Jelly Cream.

So as a recap:

Pepper Jam Cream (treats burns):

Boom Slime Explosion

Fire Slime Burns

Wild Honey Cream (treats skin irritants):

Rock Slime Fragments

Crystal Slime Spikes

Mosaic Slime Glints

Royal Jelly Cream (treats bites):

Feral Slime Bites

Tarr Bites

Saber Slime Bites

Also some info about the creams

Pepper Jam Cream would have a slight tingly or burning sensation when placed on a burn, but is very affective against them. Wild Honey Cream would have a very soothing sensation, it would work almost instantaneously on irritated skin. Royal Jelly Cream would feel somewhat like Biofreeze, very cool against the skin and kinda gelatinous.

And that is everything! Imagine if an extremely experienced rancher had all of these scars, it would look pretty intimidating 😂

#stuff i made #slime rancher #//scars tw #//blood tw #light gore #long post #beatrix lebeau

[glittercleric]

Curse of Strahd, session 8

Investigations were underfoot in the town of Vallaki this session.

As always, if you are currently playing this campaign and are not in my group, you should probably move along, here be spoilers.

St. Andral's Orphanage

Following a lead given by Father Lucian, the party headed to the orphanage to speak to Milivoj the gravedigger. After dodging some children playing tag, they met with the headmistress, Mrs Belasco, who told them that Milivoj had fallen mysteriously ill. Noticing Savra's holy symbol, she opened up about a delicate matter: one of the children had died in a fall recently, allegedly a suicide, but she suspects foul play. She showed Savra a locket that she found on the body of the dead boy. Savra sensed a faint aura of necromancy, very subtle and easy to miss, and read the inscription: "Let darkness hide from the gaze of the light." Savra was unnerved, but withheld the information from Mrs Belasco as to not worry her. The party promised to look into the matter, and speak to Felix, the newest arrival at the orphanage, who Mrs Belasco said had been acting weirdly.

Orphanage Sleuthing

A quick check on Milivoj, who seemed near death, confirmed what the party already suspected: He carried the same aura of necromantic energy as the locket. At this point, they were convinced that Felix has to do with the illness, and probably also with the death of the other child.

Stepping back outside, Wren was quickly accosted by a gaggle of children clamoring to hear a story, and it was decided that Wren will keep the kids busy as the rest of the party investigated the orphanage. Being this close to the children, it was hard to miss the dark bruising on their arms and faces - when asked about it, they all explained they must've hit themselves on furniture in their sleep. Concerns are raised if the headmistress abused the children, but were quickly laid to rest as the trio found a book condemning physical punishment in her private quarters.

Upstairs, the party met with two of the older girls, who also were bruised up. One of them let them know that she does not think the death of the boy was a suicide, he showed no signs of wishing for his life to end. Kyra decided to investigate the window the boy allegedly jumped from, and noticed that there were signs of a physical struggle, as if someone tried to desperately stop themselves from being pushed out the window. Gawain and Savra, meanwhile, found strange runes carved into the bedposts of the children. Neither of them could fully read them, but Gawain knows Abyssal, and was able to determine that it must be Infernal, and that one part of the two words translate to "dark". They subtly scratched them out, hoping it'll dispel whatever effects they might have had.

Felix and the Demon

Reconvening with Wren, they venture to the attic, where the girls indicated Felix was hiding out. They found him sitting on a chair next to the window, carving a creepy doll with a kitchen knife. His demeanour was akin to that of a serial killer - cold and calculated, talking about how he saw the boy's body and it didn't even bleed that much, his parents bled way more. The doll he was carving was a gruesome rendition of the dead boy's body, broken bones and all. When the party refused to leave, he spoke with a voice not quite his: "Mortal ants! I have seen the shadows of the Great Powers moving through the Mists around this place. You cannot stop me." Tendrils of shadow wrapped around him, a nebulous demon extending from his body. A bitter fight ensued. Kyra proved unable to keep the demon's focus as Savra hit it with radiant energy, causing it to attack and down her. Fortunately, Kyra managed to kill the demon before it could harm her any more. It returned to the locket in Savra's pocket, unable to possess her as she was not making skin contact with it. Felix immediately returned to his true self, expressing horror and regret at the deeds the demon committed with his hands.

Milivoj, no longer subjected to the energy drain of the demon, told the party that he stole the bones for Hendrik van der Voort, the local coffinmaker. It was a deed done in desperation - Milivoj was the main source of income for the orphanage, as the Baron did not funnel any funds towards it, and when it became clear his illness was getting worse, he was worried that he might not be able to work anymore and that the kids will starve. Kyra handed him 10 gold upon hearing that, sympathetic with the orphanage's plight.

The Coffinmaker Shop

A short rest later, the party ventured to the coffinmaker shop to question Henrik and hopefully retrieve the bones before he could enact whatever plans he had with them. When knocks at the door went unanswered, Wren picked the lock. The ground floor of the shop was deserted, naught but carpenter's tools, workbenches, and finished coffins.

Upstairs, they started their investigation in a big room full of wooden planks, boxes labeled junk, and other bits and bobs related to the trade. Wren failed to notice a Glyph of Warding on the floor, and triggered it for a devastating 30 points of cold damage from an explosion of icicles that hit the entire party. Current HP values: Kyra 30, Wren 10, Gawain 5, Savra 2.

To their absolute horror, the noise woke up the six vampire spawn hidden in the junk boxes. Within a single turn, Kyra was grappled and the rest of the group nearly surrounded. Beaten and bloodied, our heroes now will have to make a desperate escape, lest they be torn apart.

#curse of strahd

[gloriousloverunknown]

Garden Uses For Vinegar - Tips For Using Vinegar In Gardens

Many of us have heard about the benefits of using vinegar in gardens, mainly as an herbicide. But how effective is vinegar and what else can it be used for? Let's find out more about how to use vinegar in the garden.

Using Vinegar in Gardens

It has been said that one of the benefits of vinegar in the garden is as a fertilizing agent. Nope. Acetic acid only contains carbon hydrogen and oxygen -- stuff the plant can get from the air. Vinegar has been recommended for use to up the pH levels in your soil. Apparently not so. The effects are temporary and require large amounts of vinegar in the garden before anything noteworthy occurs. The last, but most commonly suggested use for vinegar in the garden is as an herbicide. Household white vinegar, at its 5 percent acetic acid level, does indeed burn the tops of the weed. It does not, however, have any effect on the roots of the weed and will toast the foliage of any other plants it comes in contact with.

Vinegar as Herbicide

Woo hoo! Vinegar as herbicide: a safe, easily found (often in the kitchen cabinet) and inexpensive product to use in the control of weeds. The use of vinegar in the garden to retard weed growth has long been recommended by your neighbor, your neighbor's grandmother, and your own mother, but does it work? Vinegar contains acetic acid (about 5 percent), which as the nomenclature suggests, burns upon contact. Actually, for any of you who have inhaled a whiff of vinegar, it also affects the mucus membranes and causes a swift reaction. Due to its burning effects, using vinegar in the garden has been touted as a cure-all for a number of garden afflictions, most notably weed control. The acetic acid of vinegar dissolves the cell membranes resulting in desiccation of tissues and death of the plant. While this sounds like a splendid outcome for the plague of weeds invading your yard, I suspect you wouldn't be quite as thrilled if vinegar as herbicide were to damage your perennials or garden veggies. A higher acetic acid (20 percent) product can be purchased, but this has the same potentially damaging results as utilizing vinegar as a herbicide. At these higher concentrations of acetic acid, some weed control has been shown to be established (80 to 100 percent of smaller weeds), but be sure to follow the manufacturer's instructions. Also, be aware of its caustic effects on your nasal passages, eyes, and skin, not to mention garden plants, and take the appropriate precautions. Despite the longstanding proponents for using vinegar in gardens, little beneficial information has been proven. It seems that research conducted by the USDA with solutions containing 5 percent vinegar has not been shown to be reliable weed control. Higher concentrations of this acid (10 to 20 percent) found in retail products may retard the growth of some annual weeds and will indeed kill the foliage of perennial weeds such as Canada thistle, but without killing the roots; thereby, resulting in regeneration. In summary, vinegar used as herbicide may be slightly effective on small annual weeds during the lawn's dormancy and prior to garden planting, but as long-term weed control, it's probably better to stick with the old standby—hand pulling or digging.

Additional Garden Uses for Vinegar

Don't be alarmed if the benefits of vinegar aren't what you thought they would be. There are other garden uses for vinegar that can be just as good, if not better. Using vinegar in gardens goes far beyond weed control. Here are more options for how to use vinegar in the garden:

Freshen up cut flowers. Add 2 tablespoons (30 mL.) vinegar and 1 teaspoon (5 mL.) sugar for each quart of water.

Deter ants by spraying vinegar around door and window frames, and along other known ant trails.

Eliminate calcium buildup on brick or on limestone with half vinegar and half water. Spray on and then just let it set.

Clean rust from garden tools and spigots by soaking in undiluted vinegar overnight.

And finally, don't forget the animals. For instance, you can remove skunk odor from a dog by rubbing down the fur with full-strength vinegar and then rinsing clean. Keep cats away from garden or play areas (especially sandboxes). Just sprinkle vinegar in these areas. Cats hate the smell.

[floralcavern]

Characters backstories - 2/2

part 1

I had to write multiple fight scenes. I hate writing fight scenes.

“Can’t believe you really thought that you’d get away with it..” Leon said, glaring at Xavier through the cell bars. 

Xavier puffed out some breath to move a piece of his hair from his face. “You know that I was right. The king is cruel and tyrannical!”

“Oh, blah, blah, blah. Save the anti-government talk for your execution. It’ll do us good to show everyone how we treat people with those ideologies.”

Xavier glared at him, his eyes bloodshot from tears and lack of sleep. 

“Tsk.. monsters.. all of you..”

The door to the dungeon creaked open. Leon and Xavier looked over to see Roan enter. He was as bitter looking as ever, his piercing blue eyes stabbing through Xavier. 

He leaned in to whisper something in Leon’s ear, whose face twisted into a disturbing look of excitement. 

“Ah.. I see..”

Xavier looked between the two of them. “What? What’s happening?”

Leon turned to Xavier. “Change of plans.. the king was.. impressed by your strength. He decided it would be.. a real shame to dispose of it.”

Xavier felt his fear rise, but he did his best to not show it. “What do you mean…?”

Leon shrugged, but that glimmer in his eyes..

Leon left, making Xavier sigh. He couldn’t believe Leon was acting like this.. he shouldn’t be.. he was like Xavier’s dad..

Well..

Actually, it’s not too surprising..

Xavier has been a knight-in-training for a week. He trains under the leader of this legion, Leon Simmons. 

“Ok, Xavier. This is the home of my nephew. He’s recently been under suspicion for worship of the gods. Ready to break in and arrest him?”

Xavier gave him a conflicted look. “Why are you so excited to arrest your own nephew..?”

Leon laughed. “Because, young Xavier,” he said, patting his shoulder. “The law comes first. Family and friends come second.” He looked at the door of the sleeping, unsuspecting family home. Quiet, like a child put to slumber. 

“Now draw your sword,” Leon said darkly. 

Xavier shook his head to come out of the memory. He had always known Leon’s empathy was low. But, being a dumb kid.. he always thought he would be a different case. 

But of course, that’s the fantasy of a wide eyed child. 

He looked up and saw Roan staring down at him. 

Xavier laughed bitterly. “I know you’re enjoying this..”

Roan rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, which sat at his hip. “You believe me to be a sadist?”

“I believe you despise me.”

Roan avoided eye contact, his face holding that usual stoic expression. 

“Roan… what happened with Kit.. you have to know it wasn’t my fault. Deep down, you knowthat.”

Before Xavier had time to breathe, Roan drew his sword and pointed it at Xavier through the bars. “Quiet. Or I will make your death here, where no one will see or remember you.. where your corpse will wither and die with no one to even bother burying it a shallow grave..”

Xavier took a few shallow breaths, trying to stay still before Roan eventually sheathed his sword and stepped back. “Rest for tomorrow. You’re gonna need it.” 

And like that, Xavier was alone…

…

That night, he had some strange dreams. 

The Fox was there and they were running in the desert, the sun beating down on them. 

“We should probably slow down,” Xavier said, but as if his words were cursed by karmic retribution, the sand around them burst into flames. 

Flames the colors of things he couldn’t begin to describe. Cobalt with sprinkles the colors of stars and broken dreams. 

The two looked up, as if asking the Heavens to rescue them. 

But the sun came barreling toward them with an intent to destroy..

Xavier immediately woke up, screaming at the feeling of skin, which felt like it was on fire, because what else are you supposed to do after a dream like that?

He rolled onto his side, clutching his stomach and retching. It was like fire ants were crawling under his skin and in his eyelids. 

“Perfect timing,” said Leon from behind him. 

He turned and saw the red face paint on him. Immediately, Xavier knew what his punishment would be. A fate worse than an execution. 

Leon smirked coldly. “Stand up.” Xavier tried to, but he was too weak, the feeling of fire ants still lingering. Leon growled and grabbed him by his arm to hoist him up. 

Xavier had his hands tied behind his back and escorted out of the dungeon. 

The light was blinding. Being in a dimly lit dungeon for a couple of days will do that to you. 

Xavier tightly closed his eyes. His throat was dry. His body ached. 

He knew what awaited him. He had attended it multiple times before. But now, he was the entertainment. 

Leon led him to an entrance to an underground tunnel. It was dark and the ground was almost all dirt, the path corroding. 

He could hear the sounds of chanting and stomping from above. Xavier felt himself break into a cold sweat. 

He was shoved into a weaponry. “Go on. Pick.”

Xavier slouched into a defensive position before looking at his options. He pointed at a gladius sword and a kite shield. 

“Good choices. But very basic,” Leon said, removing them from the wall.

They went further into the tunnel, they were on an incline. Eventually, the reached nearer to the exit. 

Another knight sat there, waiting for them. “Put this on,” he said, lifting up a banded leather cuirass before tossing it to Xavier, who stumbled to catch it. 

The knight helped him fasten it. It was no where near the level of protection that his old armor had. But he knew he had to work with what he was given. 

Leon smiled darkly and leaned in, Xavier doing everything in his power to not gag at the smell of his sour smelling breath. 

“Put on a good show out there, Mendoza..”

And before he had a chance to respond, he was shoved out of the entrance, the sounds of cheering and chanting for blood becoming cleared, filling his brain. 

The gladiatorial ring. It seemed much bigger when you’re the one in the center. 

He glared at the people in the stands. 

Only a couple of years ago, he and Kit were 11 years old, covered in red face paint and chanting as well. 

He couldn’t believe how… blood thirsty he used to be. 

But he knew that he needed the crowd’s favor over the over prisoner. He needed to give them a good show. 

He slammed his sword against his shield and let out a scream. 

The crowd went wild, lifting their arms and stomping their feet. 

The other fighter came out from the other side of the arena. He was holding a pike. Xavier immediately knew what type of fighting style he has, based on his weapon and stance. 

The crowd began to chant again. “KILL! KILL! KILL!”

The two charges at one another, Xavier managed to sidestep his stab and swept at his legs. 

The fighter held his ground and grabbed Xavier’s arm, but he used his sword to slice his arm. The fighter jumped backward, hissing through his teeth. 

Their weapons clashed together and Xavier slammed his shield into The Opponent’s chest, knocking the wind out of him. 

He used this chance to pinch the lower area of the back of his neck, pushing him downward and slamming his head into the dirt. 

The Opponent was stunned and the crowd screamed in joy. He looked up at them as he kept his knee on the fighter’s back. 

The sky was gray and dark. The watchers’ faces were like ones of monsters. 

He could’ve sworn he saw something.. something impossible. 

A noble steed with a coat the color of crimson blood. A black skull was the most prominent thing about it. 

A sick dread washed over him and the horse was gone. 

He was distracted. He managed to get stabbed in the shoulder. 

“AHH!”

He raised his sword and stabbed The Opponent in his chest. 

He sat on top of him for a moment. 

Staring at his face. 

Shocked. Scared. Pained. 

He realized. 

This fighter…

Was a teenager.

And people cheered. 

…

Things went like this for a while. Despite his hurt shoulder, Xavier still won fight after fight. 

“I taught you well..” Leon would say. 

Xavier would remain unresponsive, remembering the face of each man he killed. 

Each curve in his face. His eye color. His last look before death. 

Usually he fought men with history of combat. But sometimes, they threw in a random arrested citizen. Ones that wouldn’t even fight. Just get on their knees and beg. 

Having the crowd on his side helped. The mental torture to have blood thirsty animals screaming and booing at you would be enough to make a man go mad. 

The fights kept going. 

But Xavier was getting tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of living. 

Roan would come into his cell and spit on him before leaving him to rot. 

He thought about many things in that cell. 

The Fox.. his friend. He’s dead. 

Kit.. his first love. He’s dead. 

Both he feels were his fault. 

But he knew that wasn’t fair. Neither truly were a fault of his own. 

He thought he felt hands stroke through his hair, the same way Kit used to. Be he opened his eyes. And he was alone. 

…

Xavier was not in the right headspace for this fight. He’s been feeling paranoid. Like he’s being watched. Which, of course he was. He had a crowd. And knights watching his every move. 

But this was a different type of watchfulness. Almost familiar.

But he couldn’t let the paranoia get to him. He stepped into the arena. 

The other fighter did too. And Xavier immediately lost hope. 

The Opponent was huge and muscular. He was clearly an old fighter. 

He took in a deep breath and tried to keep his distance. 

But The Opponent didn’t, charging with his spear. Xavier ducked and slid under his legs, appearing behind The Opponent., who turned immediately, attempting to stab Xavier’s side. 

Xavier jumped back, keeping light on his feet. 

But The Opponent was fast and screamed as he charged. 

It was clear the audience favored The Opponent, cheering for his every move. 

Xavier didn’t have a chance to react as the opponent slammed himself into Xavier. 

He felt to the ground, groaning in pain. 

He felt this was it. 

As The Opponent lift his spear, he knew it was over..

He closed his eyes…

~~~~

A bright orange light..

He opened them. 

Was he dead?

A slightly older, very handsome man stood over Xavier with a playful smirk, resting his cheek on his hand. 

He had long orange hair, unkempt and running down his back and shoulders. 

“Dear Xavier..” he said softly. He reached out to cup Xavier’s face, the man’s hands and forearms black and fuzzy. And his nails.. he was clawed. “I can’t let you die like this…”

Xavier stared up at him and realized..

“Fox ears.”

A fiery light burst through his eyes and ears and his mind was back in the real world. 

He was on his knees and his head was up to the sky. 

Everyone watched in fear. 

He screamed at the top of his lungs and the ground around him set ablaze. 

A figure appeared behind him. An intimidating figure that demanded respect and fear. 

“You will all pay for hurting my human..” he hissed, smoke emitting from his sharp teeth. 

Xavier felt a new, fiery energy course through his veins. 

He stood up and lifted his sword. 

He let out a roar and ran to the stands. The watchers screamed in fear and got up to run. 

His sword struck against the wall, sparks flying. 

He felt a rage. A need. 

He must destroy everyone who has harmed him. 

Leon came running out. 

“Xavier! What are you doing?!”

Xavier staggered a bit, but the figure placed its hands on his shoulders from behind him. 

“Go forth..”

The voice sent shivers down his spine and he looked at Leon. 

“You have hurt countless people. Innocents. All for the sake of your twisted need for power and ‘justice’.”

He lifted his sword. “You once even called me your son.”

He sliced down. Darkness overwhelmed the surrounding area and behind the crumpling body of the warrior was the noble steed with a marking of a skull. And in a flash, it was gone. 

Xavier ran ahead, creating sparks to burn the arena down. 

Destroy it all..

“Turn and point your sword..” said the figure, pressing its lips to his ear. 

Xavier did as it told, pointing to where it told him to. 

The castle. 

“I am filled with new strength,” said the figure, and from the sword blasted fire. 

The fire shot through the sky, riding along like the aurora borealis. 

It hit the tallest tower and shot it down. The flames worked their way through, ripping apart the oppressors. 

Xavier lowered his sword and heard a clattering. 

He turned and saw Roan, holding his sword shakily. “Xavier…”

The figure looked at Xavier curiously. “Make him pay..”

Xavier nodded and lunged at Roan. Their swords clashed together. 

Roan tried to push him back, bur Xavier held his ground. 

Roan then unhooked a dagger from his belt and slashed Xavier’s face. But Xavier, not feeling it either from his power up or adrenaline, grabbed him by his throat. 

The two stared at each other. Roan almost looked like how he did.. before…

….

“My brother said he can take us to see the gladiator fight!”

“Cool! Your brother is so cool, Kit!”

“Haha! I know. But he made me promise not to tell mom.”

….

Xavier sucked in a breath and released Roan. 

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry about Kit.. it shouldn’t have ended the way it did. He shouldn’t have been arrested. I should’ve fought harder for that… I.. I should’ve never let them do that.. I should’ve never been the one to execute him.. no one should have..”

Roan stared at Xavier with wide eyes before looking down, gritting his teeth to hold back the tears. 

“You were right, Xavier. It’s neither of our faults. It’s this corrupt system..” The two of  them turned their heads to watch the crumbling and burning castle. “It needs to burn. For Kit..”

Xavier nodded. “I will not execute another innocent soul like that. Kit will be the last. And I will work to save countless others from any other tyrannical demon who shows its face.”

The two grasped hands and the flames danced around them. 

“Let it all become ash. Let it all die.”

Xavier stepped away. And he ran. 

…

He found the woods. They were charred and ashen. 

It was a depressing sight to see. 

He looked down and saw a fox at his feet. 

“Fox..” He teared up seeing his friend. He’s not dead..

He held out his hand and spindles of light illuminated his wild friend, a man forming. 

The same man from earlier, with the handsome face and orange hair. 

“My name is Volpes..”

Xavier blinked in surprise. “So you are a spirit.”

“Indeed.”

He stares at him for a bit. “Why didn’t you help me before..?” He finally asked. 

Volpes smiled, tilting his head to get a better look at Xavier. “I was a weak spirit. I could barely even turn to my human form. So I lived in my own, wandering like a useless soul. Until you came.. that fire in the forest.. it was tragic. I could feel Gunaeia weep.. But the fire saved me. It activated my powers, which have been under the surface for so long..”

Volpes leaned close, smiling. Xavier couldn’t believe it. This man, Volpes, was Fox. His friend who heard about his struggles and pain and trauma.. who came back for him to help Xavier break the shackles..

Then it hit Xavier..

“You saw me shirtless. And we cuddled. And I kissed your nose.”

Volpes hunched up his shoulders and smiled sheepishly. “Aha… yes.. well..”

Xavier felt his face go hot and his blood pressure rise.

Volpes burst out laughing. “Sorry, sorry!!”

He winked at him. “But you have a nice bod-“

“I will tell you this once. Shut. Up.”

“Yes sir.”

Xavier lifted his hand to his face. “Ugh.. shit.. right, I’m bleeding..”

“Allow me..”

Volpes’s hand ran over the cut and it slowly healed, all that was left over was a scar and dried blood sticking to his face. 

“You have healing magic?”

“Only during winter and fall. Night spirits have natural healing powers during spring and summer.”

“Oh..” Suddenly, the exhaustion really hit him. He swayed back and forth and Volpes caught him. “Allow me to find you a place to stay, dear..” he said to the sleeping human in his arms. 

He found a cave near a rushing waterfall. The grass outside was still a bit scorched, but not as badly as the rest of the forest. 

He laid Xavier down on the smooth stone floor. 

He smiled at him. “My human..” he said softly. He clutched his robes, orange and white. He pulled back, his clothes making a Skch-Krch noise as it tore. 

He ripped off a piece and pulled back his orange hair, using the cloth to tie it back. 

He looked at Xavier. 

“You may not be a god.. but I am yours. Yours first always. Yours first eternally. Yours first until the end of days and the Phoenix unfurls its wings and kills us from the Heavens.. even then, I will protect you from the flames..”

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Iron God Chapter 10

           Azvalath jolted awake from a nightmare he couldn't remember. He sat up on his cot and rubbed his eyes. They were wet with tears. He was grateful, then, that he couldn't remember the dream. It must have been horrible.

On the floor by his bed, Jai-Lag rolled over, still sound asleep. The sabretooth cat usually stayed with him at night, probably because he was quiet and didn't snore, at least not to his knowledge. Azvalath didn't mind. Jai-Lag was fine company. Better than a human roommate.

He lay back down and tried to fall back asleep, to no avail. The most recent brands on his arm itched like there were ants under his skin. He scratched them to the point of clawing the scabs off. Dark blood stained his fingernails.

Azvalath thought about Xigon and his thousands of brands, thousands of tiny scars etched into both arms. Not even Qila had that many. It had always confused Azvalath, yet in all his years here, he had never dared to ask about it.

He got up, stepped over Jai-Lag, and left his room. Now was as good a time to learn as any, and he had other things on his mind as well. Xigon would almost certainly be awake. Willing to listen was another question, but Azvalath figured it was worth a try.

Xigon's study was only a stone's throw down the hall, but it took him a long while to work up the courage to give the master's door a knock.

"Come in, Azvalath." There was a slight strain in Xigon's voice.

Azvalath entered and found his teacher sitting on the floor. His shoulders were tense, and his hands were clenched up. His lantern had gone out. Azvalath looked down. "Everything all right?"

Xigon patted the floor next to him. "Come talk to me."

Azvalath sat down beside his master. His spine tingled as Xigon's eyes landed on him. He tried to relax but couldn't calm his nerves. "Hard night for you too?"

Xigon shrugged. "You didn't come here to hear about my problems."

"Actually, I did," said Azvalath. "I want to know about your scars."

Xigon's head turned. "Really? You've never asked before."

"I never thought you'd tell me anything," said Azvalath.

"You'll never have the answers to questions you never ask." He picked one hand up and flexed his spidery fingers. "To start, I have a question for you. Look me in the eyes." They made eye contact and Azvalath's skin crawled. "How do you feel?"

"Uncomfortable." Azvalath didn't have to think for a second.

Xigon nodded. Then he lifted his goggles up onto his forehead and dimmed his eyes' glow. "How about now?"

Azvalath relaxed. "Better."

"Why?" Xigon asked.

"Your power is sight-based," said Azvalath. "And I know you're blind as a mole."

"Which implies on some level that you're always afraid of me harming you," said Xigon. "How logical is that fear?"

"Considering the heart attack you gave me a few days ago, I'd say it's justified," said Azvalath. He chuckled even though he didn't find it funny.

"Perhaps," said Xigon. "Though the fact remains that I've used my power to help you far more often than I've used it to harm you."

Azvalath raised an eyebrow. "What are you getting at?"

Xigon reached toward his student, then hesitated a moment. "May I?"

"Go on," said Azvalath, not entirely sure of what was coming.

The instant the master's hand touched his, a wave of calm swept over Azvalath. Pain and stress he hadn't even been aware of before all vanished. He felt secure, like nothing could harm him at all.

Xigon spoke to him through the tranquil haze. "Now I'm curious, Azvalath. Most likely, you won't remember this moment nearly as well as you remember me giving you a heart attack. Why do you think that is?"

"Fear sticks around." Azvalath closed his eyes. "What's this have to do with your scars, though?"

"Everything," said Xigon. "Fear is a powerful teacher, but too often, it misguides us. For many of the lives I've taken, it was fear that drove one or both of us straight into the fire. Not the rational fears that shield us, but the ones that devour us." He let go of Azvalath's hand.

Azvalath opened his eyes. The calm faded. He tensed again. Frustration welled up inside him. "What the hell are you afraid of? You're like a god, Master."

"No, I'm a staring demon. A nightmare made flesh. Sin given eyes." Xigon lowered his goggles again. "You see, the reason I've been so harsh with you is because you and I have the same problem."

Azvalath brushed a strand of brown hair out of his face. "What do you mean?"

Xigon looked down. "Bloodlust." He clenched his hands together. "I feel many things when I fell someone. Shame and pity, yes, but also pride. A vile satisfaction before my humanity comes back to crush me." He shot Azvalath a glare that made his spine tingle. "Only you haven't been crushed yet. The punishment I inflicted was only a warning."

"And no one's going to crush me," said Azvalath. He crossed his arms. "I won't let them."

"I used to think the same," said Xigon. "And then I learned what becomes of we demons who would lift ourselves above others."

Azvalath scratched his head. "And what's that?"

Xigon looked like he was about to explain, then paused. He pursed his lips together and his eyes went wide. For a split second, he looked vulnerable, painfully human. Then his gaze hardened again. "Like I said, crushed." He squeezed his spidery fingers together. "And I never want to see it happen to you."

Azvalath flinched. His mouth opened like he was about to say something, but no words came out. He picked his hand up and put it on his master's shoulder. When he felt Xigon shudder, his breath caught in his throat. It was rare to see even the smallest chip in Xigon's armor, and as much of a gut-punch as it was, it was also beautiful. There was a human being behind those walls after all.

Xigon clenched his hand over his student's. "Many of my scars were for you, Azvalath." The icy calm returned to his voice. "Don't make me regret them."

He nodded.

Xigon gave his arm a pat and then forced himself to his feet. Azvalath got up and retrieved his master's crutches. Xigon hooked them around his forearms and steadied himself. "Thanks. My sword too, please."

Azvalath cocked his head.

Xigon imitated his expression. "You're looking at me like I asked you to put a spoon in your eye."

Azvalath grimaced at that mental image, then fetched Xigon his two-hander. The tall man strapped the scabbard to his back. The blade wouldn't be readily accessible, but it was there for all to see, a loud message on its own. "Let's wake the others," said Xigon. "I expect everyone geared up and on the rooftop by sunrise. Including you. Get on it."

Azvalath made haste.

He rushed through his preparations like his life depended on it. Azvalath slammed his door shut, changed his clothes, threw on his body armor and coat, strapped on his sword, shoved on his boots, and then panicked as he couldn't find his left glove. He checked his pockets, his drawers, his bed. It wasn't anywhere. Jai-Lag slept through all the chaos.

Finally, he resorted to the atrocity of waking up a sleeping cat. "Jai-Lag! Get up! Rooftop at sunrise!"

She yawned and bared her enormous fangs. When the sabretooth cat got up, Azvalath found his missing glove had been underneath her. He slipped it on and found that it was warm from Jai-Lag's body heat.

"Quick, or we'll be late!" Azvalath snatched up his beast mask and dashed for the stairs to the roof. The cat ambled behind him.

The masters were up there already. He caught the last bit of their conversation. "All right, after our prayer," said Qila. Then she noticed Azvalath. "Good morning, Azvalath."

Azvalath waved. "Good morning, Master Qila." He glanced between Xigon and Qila and wondered what they were plotting.

Rizval came up next. They looked at Azvalath and scoffed. "You need to polish your armor."

He shrugged. "If it does its job, who cares if it's shiny?"

"I do," said Rizval. "Crystallizing armor and beast masks is hard work, so at least show some appreciation."

Qila held up her beast mask. It was the likeness of a stag's skull with a triangular blaze carved into the forehead. "I appreciate you, Rizval. They're beautiful. Have you taken Kolo's measurements yet?"

"No." Rizval shook their head. "Should I have?"

Jai-Lag headbutted Azvalath so hard he nearly fell over. He scratched behind her ear. Lalek stampeded her way up the stairs and pumped her fist in the air. "Who's ready for today?"

"Not me." Channei groaned behind her.

Kolo elbowed Channei. "Wake up!"

Channei flinched. "Easy there, little devil." She turned her fox mask in her hands. "Will Yaya be joining us?"

Xigon shook his head. "She's busy. Now gather around."

Azvalath went to stand with Xigon. They all formed a circle. Xigon donned his mask, a fierce serpent's head with the same triangular blaze as Qila's. With that cue, Azvalath put his sabretooth mask on. Immediately, he felt stronger. He looked around the circle. Lalek looked back at him through a bull's skull. Rizval now wore the face of a crocodile, and Channei a sly fox. Kolo had no mask of her own yet, only snow goggles. She quivered and stepped in to stand beside Azvalath. She looked ready to bolt or throw fists at any second.

On the masters' signal, they all joined hands. Xigon spoke calm and clear. "Hear us, Iron God. Share with us your divine wind, the breath of life, a storm to bear this world anew."

Qila spoke next. "Guide our hands, our hearts, our minds to the last light."

Xigon let go of Azvalath's and Qila's hands, let his crutches drop, and drew his two-hander. Everyone froze and stared at him. Azvalath swallowed hard. This wasn't part of their usual ritual.

Xigon glared through his snake mask at Qila. "Iron God, I sing my sword song for you."

A challenge. A challenge. Azvalath's mind raced. What was this about? He wondered whether to run like hell or to stay and watch the mayhem unfold.

Qila reached into her pocket and pulled out an ugly little skeleton puppet. It had the same stag-skull head as her mask. "Force is the loudest of pleas."

Qila's shadow twisted into the shape of her puppet, then stood up and took form. It towered over all of them, even Xigon. It stretched its bony arms wide. Claws like blades erupted from its fingertips.

"Get back!" Azvalath yelled. He pushed Kolo and Jai-Lag out of the way. The sabretooth cat yowled at him.

Kolo grunted. "What's happening?" Rizval grinned. "The spectacle of a lifetime."

Azvalath watched the masters attack each other with everything they had. He'd seen it before, and it always terrified him, but Rizval was right about one thing. It was an unforgettable sight to behold. 

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[ligiaonwlz]

Hello everyone, I've been hesitating on posting this, but I don't know what else to do.

As many of you may or may not know my dad retired at the end of 2022 and moved back to Guatemala. He recently came to visit in April, and wanted to pick up a car he had left here and take it back to Guatemala. Before going back he drove to SoCal to hang out with a friend and take care of some business, then he would start his journey. On Friday June 9th he started his journey back and messaged me telling me he was leaving and that he would message me on his way as well as when he got to guatemala. It is about 50 hours from here to guatemala, so it should have only really taken him a week give or take since he only drives during the day. It's been a month now and we haven't heard from him. No one has heard anything. My brother Robert and I have contacted family members, friends, and have made missing person reports with the police departments and the consulates. We've had no luck.

We are very worried, the longer he is missing the more probable it gets to experience a very sad reality. We don't know what else to do, I am posting this to see if anyone has heard anything that knows us or if anyone has any ideas from either their lived experience, the experience of others, or just in general. We are super super worried.

My dad's name is Roberto Leonel Zúñiga is 65 years old, he's a diabetic, and has some other medical stuff going on, he relies on his medication and other things to maintain his health. He has a weak knee that prevents him from walking a lot. He is fairly short 5'4 and weighs a little over 200 lbs. He has short salt and pepper hair, a salt and pepper mustache, light skin, might be wearing a gray hoodie or an orange and black San Francisco Giants windbreaker jacket. He was driving a green Ford station wagon-like older model, it was probably made in the 90s. (This is the same description as the images below as they are the most recent pictures) my dad speaks English and Spanish well as he is also a dual citizen.

If anyone comes across any information please message me ASAP. Thank you!

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Hola a todos, he estado dudando en publicar esto, pero no sé qué más hacer.

Como muchos de ustedes saben o no, mi papá se jubiló a fines de 2022 y regresó a Guatemala. Recientemente vino de visita en abril y quería recoger un carro que había dejado aquí y llevarlo de regreso a Guatemala. Antes de regresar, se fue al sur de California para pasar tiempo con un amigo y hacer unos mandados, y luego comenzaría su viaje. El viernes 9 de junio comenzó su viaje de regreso y me envió un mensaje diciéndome que se iba y que me enviaría un mensaje en el camino y cuando llegara a Guatemala. Son unas 50 horas desde aquí hasta Guatemala, por lo que solo debería haberle tomado una semana más o menos, ya que solo viaja durante el día. Ha pasado un mes y no hemos sabido nada de él. Nadie ha oído nada. Mi hermano Robert y yo nos hemos puesto en contacto con familiares, amigos y hemos hecho informes de personas desaparecidas con los departamentos de policía y los consulados. No hemos tenido suerte.

Estamos muy preocupados, cuanto más tiempo esté desaparecido más probable es que realizemos una realidad muy triste. No sabemos qué más hacer, estoy publicando esto para ver si alguien ha escuchado algo que nos conozca o si alguien tiene alguna idea de su experiencia vivida, la experiencia de otros o simplemente en general. Estamos súper súper preocupados.

Mi papá se llama Roberto Leonel Zúñiga, tiene 65 años, es diabético y tiene otras cosas médicas, depende de su medicación y otras cosas para mantener su salud. Tiene una rodilla débil que le impide caminar mucho. Él es bastante bajito 5'4 y pesa un poco más de 200 libras. Tiene cabello corto canoso, bigote canoso, piel clara, podría estar usando una sudadera con gorro de color gris o una chaqueta cortavientos anaranjada y negra de los Giants de San Francisco. Lleva un carro modelo antiguo Ford, verde, tipo camioneta, probablemente fabricado en los años 90. (Esta es la misma descripción que las imágenes a continuación, ya que son las imágenes más recientes) mi papá habla bien inglés y español y también tiene doble ciudadanía.

Si alguien encuentra alguna información, por favor envíeme un mensaje lo antes posible. ¡Gracias!

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Can Dogs Eat Flies? Fido sometimes catches and eats flies, but we should not worry because this is not a severe threat to his health. Nevertheless, we should intervene if we notice this behavior becoming a habit. How does the dog eat flies? The actions and habits of our dogs can be an endless source of curiosity and discovery. We should be concerned if we have seen our dog hunt, catch, and eat more than one fly. However, we shouldn't do that. It’s okay, in fact: our furry puppy has nothing to worry about, and this behavior is familiar and similar to what we have seen in the past. He might wonder why he does it, if (and when) it is convenient to worry, and, therefore, what to do if this belief is an unhealthy habit. In addition to eating everything he finds in the house or the dirt, our dog also eats flies. Why? He catches flies to satisfy his hunting instincts, sometimes for fun, sometimes for and, catches and eats flies we shouldn't worry; it’s simply our job to prevent it from becoming a bad habit. We will take more time to play with the dog, go for more walks, and protect insects with pesticides if we notice that the dog eats flies frequently. However, we recommend avoiding pesticides your dog might lick or smell; powder or liquid pesticides could harm your dog's health. There are dangers associated with insects for dogs. Your canine should be delicate if he consumes an insect or small pet without problems. It will likely occur soon or at some point in our lifetimes. Even though it is unpleasant, it is common for a dog to eat a spider, a fly, or a butterfly. In addition, it is usually not harmful to our hair or digestive system. Pretty usually spits out or throws up any tiny insect he ingests very quickly, regretting his choice. The problem may seem small, but it could be better for us. Probably doesn't care at all. However, some insects, such as poisonous caterpillars, can harm our dog's health. The dogs love to play and catch any movement so that they can be pretty attractive, but we must be cautious. It is also possible that the dog has come into contact with pesticides or toxins to eliminate insects (garden pesticides, for example). To prevent this from happening, insects such as ants or snails are kept away from plants. As a result, the dog could become seriously ill if it ingests them. What happens to a dog who eats a fly? Our dogs are often exposed to dangerous products and foods. Some insects can cause health problems if ingested by your dog. There are many dangerous insects for dogs, but the fly is not one of them. By ingesting flies, the dog's risk of contracting some disease is significantly reduced; the insect does not bite, so there is no danger of it pinching the throat or oral cavity. But what can happen to Fido if a fly gets into his mouth or he swallows it? Diarrhea is sporadic, although most people spit it out immediately or vomit after some time. When our furry friends feel unwell or exhibit other strange symptoms, we should contact our trusted veterinarian for an examination. Frequently Asked Questions Can my dog eat a fly? It is generally not a problem if your canine eats the odd insect. All insects are primarily non-venomous and do not threaten your dog. It is fun for your dog to catch flying flies as a dog treat. Do all dogs eat flies? It's not uncommon for dogs to eat things that we find gross, such as flies, honey bees, mosquitoes, and other insects. An occasional fly meal won't harm them, but a habitual problem might. Can house flies hurt dogs? A fly's bite often causes crusted, ulcerated ear wounds. Flies may bother the animal and itch the lesion. The House Fly feeds on the eye, nose, wound secretions, and exudates. A horse fly (Tabanid) feeds on the exudates and blood of the skin. What causes dogs to eat flies? Genetics, neurological problems, or epilepsy. Your dog may suffer from a mild seizure if they snap at flies that aren't there.

Symptoms of seizures include muscle spasms, drooling, and uncontrolled movements. Can dogs eat ants? Yes. Sometimes ants can find their way into your dog's food bowl, causing them to refuse to eat their kibble. They create a nuisance for you but provide protein and vitamin C to your dog's diet. Can flies digest dog poop? An herbal-repellent collar First, understand the issue. Flies decompose "rotting organic matter, such as manure, dead plants, and animals." Female house flies lay about 150 eggs on the damp decaying organic matter around four times in their lifetime.

[petemiller0]

5 Efficient Earwig Control Tips to Eradicate Them Once and For All

As small as earwigs are, 6 to 25mm long, they are still unpleasant to encounter. They have wings, which makes it easy for them to prey on smaller insects, and they can pinch you with their forceps. Their pinching is not poisonous, but these pincher bugs carry germs and can still irritate your skin.

Earwigs can spread infections to humans if they graze skin or touch an open wound. This is because they live in the ground, where they can easily come in contact with bacteria and other harmful substances. These bugs thrive on ants and termites, so spotting them in your home likely means that you have other pests, too. Follow these effective tips to keep earwigs outside your living space!

Reduce Moisture in Your Property

These little guys thrive in damp environments, so you'll want to make sure and fix water leaks or other plumbing issues in your home to keep earwigs out. Check for them under your sinks and in your basement often. Take out materials in your yard that hold moisture, like firewood stocks, leaf piles, construction materials and boxes. At the very least make sure to keep any such items covered. 

They won't feel welcome in a dry environment, so you can try using fans or dehumidifying products to reduce moisture. These measures will go a long way in keeping earwigs away. 

Check for Gaps and Cracks

When it comes to your home, you should always be on the lookout for any gaps or cracks in order not only to keep out pesky bugs but also to ensure that moisture doesn't seep through into walls. You can use liquid cement as a sealant, or alternatively, a caulking gun is a good option to patch up cracks and gaps. In addition, don't forget to do the following: 

Check for gaps in doors

Ensure windows that don’t close tightly

Evaluate if there are cracks in the foundation 

Look for holes in floors as well

Cover vents with no screens

Watch out for chimneys

Clean Your Place Often 

You can prevent an earwig colony from growing by vacuuming your place often because professional exterminators say that these bugs run away from vacuum cleaners. Also make sure to wipe down kitchen counters and floor often, and empty out your trash bin daily. 

Trim Foliage Regularly

Keep your earwigs away by regularly trimming shrubs and other plants in the yard. Make sure to mow your lawn often, as this will disrupt their breeding cycle! Professionals suggest to use dry materials such as pebbles or gravel, instead of the constantly wet mulch.

Seek Professional Pest Control Treatments

If you want to get rid of earwigs for good, contact a professional pest control company so they can help set up a preventive plan to keep pests away. With preventive measures in place, you can ensure earwig colonies won't grow so that you don't have to share your home with them.

Check out this article for some additional ideas!

HOW TO GET RID OF EARWIGS (2022 EDITION)

Earwigs are common insects that are mostly harmless, but they have a frightening appearance that makes them incredibly unpleasant. If you’re dealing with an earwig infestation, you probably want to get rid of it as soon as possible. Once you’ve removed them, keeping them from coming back is essential.

There are quite a few ways to remove earwigs from your home if you’re noticing a lot of them around. Understanding what repels them and how to recognize them can help you deal with an infestation if it happens. In this article, you’ll learn:

How To Get Rid of and Kill Earwigs 

How To Prevent Earwigs

How To Find and Identify Earwigs

Signs of an Earwig Infestation

Causes of an Earwig Infestation

Here https://www.peststrategies.com/pest-removal/earwig-removal/

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It’s About Time To Plant A Lime

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If you love salsa (and who doesn't?), then you probably love lime. Even if you don't love salsa, lime is the grandaddy of flavors in Mexican foods. 

Fajitas, tacos, and nachos are all worthy of a salsa side and a squirt of lime. Lime kicks it up a notch. Without it, that citrus boost is missing. Heads up - that slice of lime on your plate is not merely a pretty garnish sitting atop a dollop of sour cream; it's a health boost. All the more reason to grow your own lime tree.

While there are limited locations where limes are grown commercially, as long as you protect them from frost, lime trees grow well in pots in several states. You may wonder why there is so much hype surrounding limes. Basically, it's because they  

take yummy to the next level and they're healthy!

Medical News Today reports that limes may reduce cancer risk, promote weight loss, lower the risk of heart disease, and fight inflammation. And that’s not all. 

Several health benefits are associated with limes, including vitamin C and antioxidants, phosphorus, and potassium. ‌Drinking a glass of lime water may be beneficial. Eating limes or drinking the juice may improve your immunity, promote healthy skin, and aid iron absorption. 

Lime is suitable for many things; recipes, cleaning your microwave, freshening your garbage disposal, and keeping your flowers fresh like a daisy. And if that's not enough, it's prime season for ants. Not that ants don't have a right to live, but your home should not be their next invasion spot. Spray lime juice around your doorways and kiss the little critters goodbye.

Limes take center stage in some of the most delicious recipes. Here are a couple of recipes to start your lime planting journey.

Make-Your-Tongue-Slap-Yer-Cheeks Meatless Nachos 

Ingredients:

Tortilla Chips (restaurant style)

Pepper jack cheese (sliced or shredded)

Salsa (your favorite flavor)

Chopped Cilantro (fresh is best)

Sour cream (your favorite)

Lime Wedges

Set oven to 325 degrees

Spray cooking spray or use parchment paper on a sheet pan (or if using an air fryer, spray the pan)

Place tortilla chips on the tray.

Place pepper jack cheese on top of nacho chips.

Bake or air fry until cheese is melted. Note: if you like extra crispy chips, bake the chips for a couple of minutes before adding cheese, then bake until cheese melts

Sprinkle lightly with chopped cilantro

Serve with salsa, sour cream, lime wedges, and a movie.

Assume the position on the couch or in your easy chair, and enjoy! Disclaimer: these are highly addictive; the recipe is not responsible for your consumption!

Hurry-Up Key Lime Pie (cheater's version of the real deal)

Ingredients:

8-10 regular store-bought limes (or key limes if you can find them)

Lime zest 

Graham cracker crust (store-bought is just fine)

Two 14-oz cans sweetened condensed milk

1 cup greek yogurt (plain)

¾ cup lime juice (fresh)

Prepared whipped topping

 Prepare the filling (combine yogurt, lime juice, condensed milk, and lime zest in a bowl)

Pour into graham cracker pie crust

Bake 15 min (just shy of when the filling is set) 

Cool at room temperature (30 minutes), then place in the refrigerator to chill for about 3 hours.

After the pie sets, top with prepared whipped topping. Pile it on high! Sprinkle lightly with lime zest or graham cracker crumbs to garnish, and decorate with slices of lime.

Enjoy!!!

Perhaps you haven't considered the lime as your next planting, but let's not overlook its sustainable growth. If you've thought about adding a tree that's fun to grow and low-maintenance, don't forget about the lime. Visit or contact your favorite nursery for tips and ideas today.

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[rexpestcontrol]

How to Get Rid of Bird Lice

A good pest control company can help you get rid of this parasitic problem. Bird lice pest control Ashfield can decimate entire flocks, and if not managed properly can get into human contact. Here are some ways to control this problem. Read on! Listed below are some of the common methods. Read on to learn how they get into homes and buildings. You can use these methods to kill them for good. And don't forget to read the precautions!

Bird mites are a parasitic pest

If you notice a large number of tiny red scabs on your body, you may have a bird mite infestation. Bird mites are usually found in bathrooms and bedrooms, but can infest the entire house. Bird mites infest clothing, bedding, upholstered furniture, and carpeting. When not in active flight, bird mites hide in dark areas of the house, like in your automobile or computer. They can also infest upholstered furniture and mattresses.

The most common species of bird mites are northern fowl mites and chicken ones. These parasites live on many different species of birds, including chickens, ducks, and other poultry. They normally live on a bird throughout its life, feeding at night and hiding during the day. Adult mites are visible about five days after they've left their host bird. However, many people don't even realize they've acquired an infestation after a pet bird has introduced the parasite to their home.

They can decimate flocks

While it's not a direct cause of flock losses, bird lice can severely affect the productivity of a flock. Unlike most diseases, bird lice don't spread from animal to human. Rather, the infectious agents that cause the disease require a "home base" and a "reservoir" to persist. In addition to other birds, organic matter is another potential reservoir. By disrupting the disease's natural transmission routes, flock owners can lessen the risk of their animals catching the disease.

They can get in contact with humans

While primarily found in birds, there are a few instances in which bird lice may come in contact with humans. While these bugs do not infest human hair, they can still cause a host of health problems. If you think you have a bird mite infestation, you should contact a doctor and limit physical contact with infected birds. You should also keep your pet birds in a cage, so they don't infest you.

Bird mites, also known as bird lice, are parasitic organisms that live on bird blood. They may infest homes and become a temporary nuisance. They are often found in nests of birds, but they are able to make their way to humans when their usual hosts are not available. Bird mites can cause rash and irritation of the skin when they bite a human. To make matters worse, the mites can also spread to other animals, including humans.

They can be controlled

When the time comes to contact an expert in Bird Lice pest control in Ashfield, you want to ensure that you do it right. Bird mites are very small, measuring just 1mm long. Their appearance is akin to walking pepper flakes, and they love moist areas. As a result, they tend to be most active during spring and summer, when birds are active in their nests. If you notice a large number of these tiny pests, it is probably time to hire a pest control company in Ashfield.

This is because the chemical used to kill them works in the same way as Termidor does. The White Ants pick up the chemical and transmit it to other ants through cannibalism. Once a chemical barrier has been installed, it protects your Ashfield property and home from further infestation. In order to achieve this, a perimeter is drilled around your Ashfield property, and a chemical called Fipforce Aqua is then injected into these holes.

Identifying infestations

First, it is essential to know exactly what birds have on them. Bird mites are commonly confused with bird lice. In reality, there are several differences between these two pests. They are both tiny insects and are active during the spring and early summer months. Bird mites can be difficult to identify on skin until they have ingested blood. Once they have ingested blood, they may turn red or black.

The study conducted in Turkey showed that chewing lice infested thirteen wild species, including ostriches, emus, and guinea pigs. It also discovered that nine new species of these pests had previously not been studied in Turkey. The new species were classified according to their hosts. A recent report in the scientific journal Avian Pathology describes a variety of ways to diagnose and treat birds for chewing lice.

#Bird Lice Pest Control Ashfield

[lacheri]

Okay so... you might not even take requests but I’ll give this a shot anyway bc I love everything you write. I fucked up at work big time today and I feel tremendously anxious and guilty. Which made me think... Levi scenario with gf reader messing up on the field? I know he’d prob be harsh af at first but maybe... some fluff in the end? ): only if you want ofc.

hi nonnie! sorry for taking a few days to write this! but I hope u like it <3 (sorry to hear about your bad day btw ):)

accidents and apologies

pairing: dom!Levi x sub!fem bodied reader

content: canonverse, impact play, mild choking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex/creampie, oral (f receiving), some humiliation/degrading, reader is clumsy and Levi is mean, minors DNI

wc: 3.2k

Fat tears sat in thick clusters on the brim of your lash line, a hiccupping sob racking your body. You were as good as dead, having possibly made the biggest fuck up of your military career thus far. Titans seemed like ants in comparison, the fly that buzzes by your ear that irritates you to no end. Levi’s odm gear sat in pieces on the floor, and somehow this loomed over you like the Colossal titan, maybe even larger.

The polish container sat forgotten on your captain’s desk, the wipe slipping from your trembling hands. Your bottom lip quivered, your lungs filling with air quickly as you slumped to the floor next to the shattered metal. Your off duty position of being Levi’s assistant was practically over, it had barely even begun. You had begged for this job for weeks now, only a few days into being his helping hand, you reflected on how poorly of a job you’d done.

It wasn’t enough you had gotten Levi’s tea wrong this morning, adding sugar to the steaming mug, thinking he’d like a change in taste. He didn’t, immediately spitting the liquid out, cursing you into guilt on the spot. To try to make it up to the ravenette, while he was on his lunch, you sat at his desk and began to organize his paperwork by date of importance. You felt pride as you finished with the three piles of stacks, putting fresh ink in his pot for his quill. However, Levi was horribly furious to see what your regret had manifested into. How were you supposed to know he liked his documents organized by date of assignment, not what was most important?

This was the cherry on top, Levi leaving for dinner, mentioning that his gear did need some polishing. Surely, you wouldn’t fuck this up, he thought as he closed the door to his office behind him. How wrong the man had been though. Within minutes, your fingers became slippery, losing your grip on the cold metal as watched in horror as it clattered to the floor, breaking on impact. It didn’t make much sense, how could it have broken? Wasn’t the gear meant to outlast a titan’s grip? Especially Levi’s trusty gear, you couldn’t fathom how his gear was now laying in pieces on the floor.

You sucked back your sob as you heard the creek of the door, your heart falling straight down to the pit of your stomach. Of course Levi would be back before you recite your apology a thousand times over in your head. You heard the thud of his boots hit the floor as he walked over, seemingly calm.

“Oi, what are you doing on the floor?” he barked out, you could feel his presence looming from behind you.

You turned your head up, his face blurry from the rush of tears in your eyes, “Sir, I am so sorry.”

His grey eyes flickered in front of you, finally taking notice of his broken gear. His lips twitched in a deep frown as he sucked in air through his nostrils harshly.

“Get up, cadet,” Levi spoked venomously, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

You hurried to your feet clumsily, trying your hardest to quell your cries from your throat. You faced him, head downturned, attempting to steady your racing heart rate and the tremors in your bones. Whatever control you thought you had slipped from your grasp the second your captain’s lips parted.

“Never in my life have I met someone as insolent as you,” the harshness of his words kept your eyes on his boots, fresh teardrops rolling down your cheeks. Levi was not going to speak to the crown of your head though, and his hand gripped your chin to force your eyes up, looking directly into his own. “You’re going to look at me while I talk to you, understood?”

You nodded, but this was not what Levi was searching for, “Your words, cadet.”

“Yes, sir,” it came out of your mouth as a squeak.

“You want to explain to me why my odm gear is broken?”

“It slipped,” you hiccupped, violently shaking under his fierce glare. “I couldn’t catch it in time. Captain, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” he bemused darkly in disbelief. “This is the third time today you’ve fucked something up, and you’re just sorry?”

“I don’t know what else to say,” you were on the verge of hyperventilating as you stuttered your words out.

“Well, now you owe me new gear, and you’re going to personally pay for the expense,” Levi’s hand left your face as he backed away from you, sitting down at his desk.

You looked on in confusion, “Sir, I don’t have any money?”

“Then I guess you’re fired,” Levi tilted his head back as if bored now with the conversation. “You’re relieved of your military duties as well. We can’t afford to have someone as brainless as you in the Scouts.”

“Captain, please,” you raised your voice, arms wrapping around yourself to contain your shaking.

Levi’s eyes darkened, leaning forward to press his elbows on his desk as he leaned his head onto his intertwined fists, “Leave my office, now.”

This couldn’t be happening. You had no home to return to, having left it behind long before you joined the Training Corps. This was your life, your purpose, your friends were here. You finally felt like you had a place in the world here in the Scouts.

“I’ll do whatever I have to!” you begged, not moving a muscle. “Whatever I can do to stay!”

“Are you deaf or just an idiot?” Levi pushed onto his feet, striding over to stand right in your face as he spat. “Leave my fucking office, that’s an order!”

Your bottom lip trembled, and you felt so fucking pathetic but couldn’t stop yourself from one last attempt, “Please, sir. Don’t kick me out, please let me make it up somehow.”

Your brain took a moment to catch up with what had just happened as you were suddenly staring down at the wooden notches of Levi’s desk. He had grabbed your wrists in a fierce swiftness, pushing you face down, his hands now positioned against your spine to keep you in place. His right hand reached around to fumble with your belt, and your heart began to race for other reasons.

“Captain?” you stuttered, feeling him begin to pull off the belts stationed on your thighs.

“You think you can just beg me in that voice, looking like that, and expect me not to lose control?” his voice was thick with anger, but instead of fear, it tickled bouts of arousal in your lower stomach. “Answer me.”

“No?” it came out as a question, you pushed your thighs together as you felt a pulse run through your core as his fingers tickled the exposed skin of your lower stomach. “Sir, I’m confused, what’re doing?”

“Like you have no idea what you do to me,” Levi chuckled without humor. “You begged me to be my assistant even though you knew you weren’t going to be a good one. You think I wouldn’t notice, your little crush on me?”

It was true, so entirely true. Levi had been the object of your affection for such a long time now, taking every opportunity to get as close to the man as possible. If you were being honest with yourself, this fantasy of being bent over his desk was a constant distraction in your mind. He was right, you were shit at cleaning, you were probably the most clumsy person you knew, you really had no qualifications to be Levi’s aide, yet you still asked for the position.

“Then why’d you hire me, Captain?” the bratty words left your lips as it dawned on you, Levi had found you appealing regardless of your lack of qualities.

With a quick motion, your pants and panties were bunched around your knees, Levi’s palm meeting the now exposed skin of your cheek in a caress, “The same reason you’re fucking soaked right now, cadet.”

You stayed in position as Levi brought his other hand to your opposite ass cheek, fingers kneading the fat as he spread you open to his hungry view. He was right, you were dripping. His pointer finger ran down the seam of your ass, laying a soft touch to your hole, watching it flutter in excitement. He couldn’t hold back the smirk on his face, removing his touch entirely.

You whined, pushing your bottom closer to Levi’s hands, desperate for his touch. Your hips were slammed against the edge of his desk, his fingers digging firmly into the back of your thighs, pushing your legs back together. You felt a jarring sting on your backside, yelping in response as you could make out the distinct imprint of each of his fingers.

“You want to show me you’re really sorry?” Levi’s voice was low and raspy as he soothed his palm over the reddened mark he had made. “Tell me after every slap.”

You were able to brace yourself this time as you felt the strike of his hand once more on your opposite cheek, unable to contain your moans at the contact. You squirmed as you felt removal of Levi’s touch leave you, only to bite down on your tongue harshly as he swatted the back of your thighs much harder than he had on your ass.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he spoke ruthlessly as another slap hit your thighs.

“I’m sorry!” you cried, gasping for air from the impact.

“Again,” his hand smacked the fat of your ass again, his other hand smoothing over the harsh red blotches against your thighs in an attempt to soothe the pain.

“‘M sorry!” you were whining, knuckles white from gripping the opposite edge of the desk as you arched your ass up into his hold. Part of you was genuinely shocked over how much you were enjoying this, thoroughly aroused mentally and physically.

Levi couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight in front him. The handprints scattered across your lower half had his cock springing to life, hard and painfully erect. His hands traveled down to your pussy lips, using his thumbs to spread you open. Your hole was drooling, Levi let out a deep groan at the sight. He couldn’t stop himself, he had to have a taste.

You let out a sputtered moan as you felt the tip of your captain’s tongue lick a stripe from your hole to your clit. You pushed your hips further into his touch, thankful he resisted in shoving you back into the edge of the desk this time. His fingers held you open and apart, his taste buds rolling circles into your clit before returning back to your flitting opening, shoving his tongue in your walls. You could feel it fold in half, almost in a cupping motion as he bobbed his head, lapping as much as he could.

“Oh my God,” you whined, thrusting a hand behind you to grasp at his hair. His palms circled to the fronts of your thighs, digging his fingers into the fat as he pulled you somehow closer as he buried his face further into your dripping heat.

You were seeing stars, in between the mix of the pain and pleasure, your brain was completely empty. Levi’s right hand left your left thigh for a moment, coming back with a softer slap, inching his fingers to your center. His pointer finger swirled your clit relentlessly, and your breathing hitched as you were brought to even higher heights than before. His thumb joined not long after, pinching and pulling at your bud as you yelped.

You could feel the beginnings of your impending orgasm as Levi twisted and lapped your walls. The burning churn in your lower stomach became almost unbearable as Levi’s fingers worked faster at your bundle of nerves, full of purpose and intentions. Levi could feel the sudden change, your pussy clenching tighter and tight around his wet muscle. Your arousal was thicker, almost muskier as he inhaled through his nose, and Levi could swear he could drink from your core as if you were the finest of wines.

At the first blinding rush of pleasure, your body preparing itself for the intense promise of release, the ravenette removed all touch. You were gasping for air, your entire body’s nerves tingling uncomfortably. You were aching, desperate for anything.

“Look at you,” the return of Levi’s palm slapping your ass was welcomed with a smile on your face, thankful for any form of touch. “Falling apart that easy?”

You mumbled out a 'sorry', remembering his earlier warning. Apparently this was the word Levi was searching for, spinning you around and attaching his grip to your hips, slamming your sore ass on his desk, shoving his paperwork to the floor. Your eyes widened dramatically, seeing Levi’s cock fully exposed out of the zipper of his trousers. He was thick, his tip red and angry as he moved his fist over his length, a quiet groan leaving his parted lips as he relieved some of his own pent up arousal.

“Open,” he demanded, removing his hand from his dick, extending his palm to your pouty lips. You complied, letting your mouth loll open as Levi’s fingers pressed against your tongue, rolling them around to coat his digits.

He pulled them out with a pop from your lips, returning his now dripping hand to his erection, covering the entire member in your saliva. He gripped the backs of your knees after he deemed himself properly lubed up, dragging you right to edge as he positioned himself.

His grey eyes flickered up, fiery and full of lust, his voice hoarse, “You ready?”

“Yes,” you mewled, your fingers wrapping around the edge of the wood to steady yourself.

Without a moment of hesitation, Levi held your legs up as he slid his fat tip along the slick of your folds. It was so wet, so sloppy, you couldn’t contain the whimper leaving your lips as he pressed into your sopping hole. You could’ve sworn you felt your soul attempt to leave your body as he slid in, resting his tip right against your sweet spot once he was fully sheathed, your eyes rolling back into your skull as the mind blowing pleasure. He hadn’t completed a full thrust before you were begging for more.

“Please, please, more,” you managed out in between gasps, Levi rolling his hips backwards.

“You want more?” he chided, ramming himself so hard, the two of you bounced from the impact. You nodded, unable to voice a single word, drool threatening to escape your lips. His fist left the comfort of your bent knees, coming up to squish your cheeks together, a dribble of spit glistening against your pout, “You’ll answer me when I ask you a question, brat.”

“Yes! More!” you strangled out, muffled from his grip on your face. He let go, placing a very soft pat to your cheekbone, almost as a reward.

“Atta’ girl,” Levi’s gaze turned dark as his eyes traveled from your eyes to the column of your neck. How pretty would you look with his fist wrapped around your throat?

The thought was threateningly persuasive as Levi found himself doing just that, squeezing the sides of your neck as he began to piston his cock between your folds. The sounds of slapping skin and your pussy squelching had you panting loudly, Levi’s fingers pressing harder into the sides of your throat. It felt so good, good wasn’t even the word to describe it. In fact, there weren’t any words in your brain at all, too consumed by the visuals of the ravenette plowing hard into you.

His hand left your throat upon seeing your eyes begin to flutter, his concern for your ability to breathe over taking his lust. Instead, he circled both his arms under your back, bringing you up into a folder position against his chest. He placed open mouth kisses along the curve of your shoulder, licking and sucking at any skin he could reach. Your ankles hooked around his waist, and you couldn’t hold yourself back from slipping a hand to your aching clit.

“Kiss me,” you pleaded into Levi’s neck as your middle finger rubbed hard at your clit, your thick slick coating the pad. You got curious, letting your hand trail further down, exploring the motion of his cock pummeling into you.

“Put your hands on my back, and maybe I will,” he growled out, displeased that he wasn’t the one bringing you total and complete pleasure.

You followed his orders with speed, his head navigated out of the crook of your neck, capturing your lips with a hasty passion. He tasted sweetly sour, the lingerings of your essence resting in the crevices of his lips, but still, you couldn’t get enough of his kiss. When his hand finally left the middle of your spine, and began to travel down to your center, you could feel the bubbles of climax igniting back in your stomach.

“Levi,” you moaned into his mouth as his fingers moved at lightning speed against your nerves, timed nearly perfectly with the pattern of his thunderous thrusts. The desk was squeaking loudly against the floor as he continued to pound into animalistically, moving it slightly with every move.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, gonna’ cum,” you swallowed his words as he somehow sped up his movements, driving you straight to your climax.

You couldn’t even warn him, you barely had time to realize you were cumming yourself. It almost hurt how tightly you had clenched his cock as the pleasure nearly blinded you, unable to hold back swears and moans. Levi kissed you harder, and upon feeling your contractions swallowing him whole, your plush walls pulling his tip right up against your cervix, his hips staggered and his knees buckled.

Levi’s brain went blank as his orgasm was ripped from him, “Fuck, fuck!”

Levi should’ve felt embarrassed at the noises that left his mouth, whimpers and soft moans exiting his throat as he came hard. It was almost too much, the feeling of your wet heat wrapping around his most intimate part, the closeness of your bodies, although still fairly clothed, had his heart hammering in his ears.

When you came down from your highs, all you could was stare at each other in astonishment, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. He rested his sweaty forehead against yours, fluttering his eyelashes shut as he kissed you gently. You let out a sleepy giggle, your body entirely spent. His hand finally left the sensitive skin of your clit, wrapping your fingers around the back of your head as his kiss deepened.

When he finally slid his softened length out of the depths of your pussy, you were hissing at the fluttering of soreness intruding your pelvis. Levi shot you an apologetic look, kissing your forehead.

“Does this mean I can still be your assistant?” you mumbled, a small smile on your face as Levi reached down to pull his pants up.

His head tilted back as an uncharacteristic laugh bubbled out, flashing you a mischievous smile, “Get yourself cleaned up, and meet me back in my office. I still don’t believe you’re actually sorry.”

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations. this is my only account.

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[captain-jensen]

Good Kisser, Bad Kisser

Chris Evans x Reader (smut)

Summary: You and Chris reminisce about a time when you were co-stars and things get heated

Authors note: I’ve seen comments about Chris possibly being a bad kisser based on watching him in movies and it inspired me

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb),smut, manhandling kink, tiny bit of degradation, oral (m+f recieving),

        After grabbing a bottle of your favourite wine and some thai food you stand knocking on Chris’ front door. The door flings open and there he stands in a simple pair of sweats and a hoodie. “Finally! I’m starving, give me that” he rips the food out of your hands and makes a run for it towards the kitchen island. 

“Hi Chris! Good to see you too, it’s been a while” You say to yourself slightly annoyed that he hadn’t even thought to greet you. Nevertheless, you make your way inside and open your wine. After handing you a plate and a fork Chris pulls you into a tight hug. 

“Hey Y/N, it has been a while and I’ve missed you” He says, insinuating that he heard your sly comment at the door. You just giggle a bit and hug him back just as tightly. You guys separate and make your plates, opting to eat at the table. “So, how was filming?” he asks.

“It was good, nothing super special if I’m being honest though. The cast and crew were kind of boring and I didn’t even make any new friends” You respond forlornly. 

“Awe that’s the worst. To be fair though, I think I set the bar too high in terms of fun co-stars” He says with a cocky grin. 

“Well you’re not entirely wrong. I think you were the last real friend I’ve made on a set”

“It’s probably because I was the best kisser you’ve ever acted with” He claims, obviously deciding to stick with the prideful theme of jokes tonight. You can’t help but burst out laughing at this claim. Sure he wasn’t a horrible kisser but he wasn’t exactly the best either. Chris watches in bewilderment. “I’m sorry, did I say something funny?” he asks in mock exasperation. 

“Chris c’mon” you say through your de-escalating laughter. 

“No, what? What was so funny?”

“I just thought you were joking”

“Oh so you’re saying I wasn’t a good kisser?” 

“I mean I don’t really know about best but I’m not saying you were terrible” You try to defend yourself. 

“Well I guess that was a while ago. I mean we were in our 20s then. We’ve both changed a lot”

“Yeah you’re probably right. I’m sorry for laughing. I know I probably wasn’t the best either” you say. Now feeling bad because you might have actually hurt his feelings. 

“I don’t know. I thought you were pretty good” he responds shyly, not taking his eyes off of his food. 

“Well now I just feel bad” You say laughing.

“You don’t have to feel bad. I know for a fact I’ve gotten better since then”

“Well good for you then” you respond humorously.

“It’s just too bad that that’s your memory of me” he almost sounds actually sad. 

“It’s ok. I’m not exactly friends with you for your kissing ability. So it’s all good”

“It’s not all good. Let me show you that I’ve gotten better” He proposes.

“Um, what?” you ask taken aback. 

“Let me prove to you that I’m a good kisser now” he says again matter of factly. Clearly not understanding what has you so worked up. 

“Chris I’m not that worried about it believe me. I’m fine with the memory I have.” you say, trying to see if he was serious about this. 

“Well I’m not ok with it.” He definitely sounds serious. He stands up and walks toward you. He motions for you to stand, and despite your brains best efforts, your body obeys. He’s already standing so close to you, chest to chest. You apprehensively look up to him and see he’s already staring at you attentively. You glance at his lips quickly, and as soon as your eyes meet his again, his lips make contact with yours. This is undeniably a much different kiss than the one you had shared when you were basically kids. His lips move fervently across yours as he tilts his head and grabs the side of your face, deepening the kiss intensely. You can’t prevent the small whine that escapes the back of your throat, just like he can’t control the tightness of his sweats. He presses into you more, letting you feel every inch of him. Your hands move from their place on his arms to wind around the back of his neck. Grabbing the little hairs at the back of his head you subconsciously give a little tug and he groans deeply into your mouth, making your legs quiver. He guides you to the couch by your waist and sits you on his lap. You can feel his hands everywhere, roaming your body while his heat seeps into you and his mouth explores your chest. You moan and instinctively grind into his center. He rids you of your shirt and you do the same to him. His lips are around one of your nipples, one hand one one breast, and the other hand on your backside, gripping tightly. It’s like he’s scared you could be ripped from his arms as any second. You kiss behind his ear, finding his sweet spot making him release a guttural moan that shakes you to your core. After hearing that you’re sure he can feel your arousal seeping through your pants into his lap. It’s then though that you pull away to ask “Chris are you sure? I mean, you aren’t just trying to prove a point right?”.

“Baby I’ve honestly been thinking about this moment all these years”, he leans in close to your ear so you can feel his breath against your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. “I’ve always dreamt about how you’d feel against me like this, how I’d feel inside of you, how I’d feel tasting you”, in the midst of his beautiful speech, he catches you off guard and flips you on the couch so that you’re slightly angled off the couch. He kneels on the ground as he kisses his way down your body slowly. When he reaches the waistband of your pants he plants a dark mark on your skin, claiming you. He leaves trails of smaller marks down your thighs as he works your pants off. The slight bruising feeling of his bites matched with the roughness of his beard makes for a downright sinful feeling, matched by a sinful moan. He works his way back up your bare legs to your naked center. Placing small pecks mixed with small licks to your core he makes you a whimpering mess before he fully delves into your folds. He’s drinking you like a man who has been deprived of water his whole life. When he introduces a couple of fingers into your throbbing hole you fully lose it, coming undone within a matter of minutes. 

   Since you’ve fully turned into jelly around him, he effortlessly carries you to the bedroom, all but throwing you on the mattress. “Sorry to break it to you, but playtime is over now honey” you shudder at his words. You watch helplessly as he rids himself of his remaining clothes. As he goes to grab a condom, you stop him. “Just wait” You say, practically begging to taste him on your tongue. You pull yourself to a sitting position on the bed as he stands tall at the edge, already almost fully hard. You grab his length and stroke it a few times before giving him the same treatment of a small kiss at his tip and small licks to the underside of his shaft. His breathing becomes laboured as he watches you in awe when you take him into your mouth fully for the first time. You relax your throat and breath through your nose as you feel him hit the back of your throat. When you hollow your cheeks and moan around him he lets out a beautiful and deep moan. You work him for bit longer with a combination of your hand and mouth before he’s ripping you off of his cock and throwing you back on the bed. You gasp as your back hits the sheets but then you’re quickly being flipped over onto your stomach and he pulls your hips up. He’s working you like a doll, and you’ve never loved anything more. You feel him press himself against your back and say sensually but still firmly in your ear “I said playtime is over” you feel him rub his tip up and down your folds, collecting your arousal on his tip before he enters you. He wastes no time fully sheathing himself inside of you. He gives you but a second to adjust to him before his thrusting into you at an easy pace. Feeling every inch of him enter you again and again at such an agonizing speed starts to get to you and he notices you moving yourself against his shaft. “I had no idea you were so greedy baby. You’re having a hard time being patient aren’t you?” he asks in a demeaning tone. All you can do is mutter a pathetic little “please” while still trying to up the ante. He gets the hint and decides to give you what you want. Chris starts to move at a speed unlike anything you’ve had before. You’re certain your eyes roll to the back of your head while he pounds you endlessly into the mattress. You barely have the power to say “I’m cumming” by the time the wave hits you. All you can do is mix your obscene moan with the slapping and wet noises coming from between your bodies. Not long after hearing you and feeling you clench around him, Chris spills inside you with a groan of your name, which is almost enough to throw you again. He collapses onto your back, trying with all his might to keep his weight on his arms. You both stay like that for a second, with heaving breaths, sweaty skin, and rosy cheeks. When he finally exits you, you turn around to face him one his back. His one arm covers his eyes as he gives a light giggle and says “We completely forgot the condom”.

“Well technically you forgot the condom. But it’s ok, I’m on birth control” you slyly respond. 

“Well thank god for that, because I don’t think I could have stopped if the fate of the world depended on it” you both let out a chuckle as he pulls you into his side. “So?” he asks gazing down at you with post-orgasm bliss.

“So what?” you ask, still trying to gain back the ability to think straight.

“Have I gotten better at kissing?”

“Yeah, you could say that” You respond nonchalantly, peaking at him through one eye. 

“Well I’ve got all the time in the world to keep proving it to you” He says before getting up to get a cloth to clean you both up. As you watch him walk away you can’t help but think about what the rest of your nights are going to look like now. 

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