#and anyway i am far too much of a train wreck to being eating cake with other people.

[thavron]

So I was talking to my mum on the phone, and I was telling her how I was at the cinema and this chap offered to buy me a piece of cake. She asked me if I had been flirting with him. I was like "no. good god I don't know how to flirt. I've never flirted with anyone in my life."

She laughed at me. "Thavron, you flirt with everyone."

"What now?"

"You are a natural flirt. You're just like your dad."

So this is a facet of my personality that I didn't know existed. Apparently cracking weird one liners and asking questions because I feel awkward is flirting. Who fucking knew?

#meirl #i think i need to lie down #i declined the cake btw #didn't see at as a come on at the time just thought he was being nice #and i am deathly allergic to most baked goods so it was like thanks but no. #and anyway i am far too much of a train wreck to being eating cake with other people. #My mother really shouldn't be encouraging me.

[lenixsocial]

👇🏻Here’s why DWTS doesn’t work anymore 👇🏻

First off, let me begin by saying I am by no means an expert. I am just a fan of the show and have been watching it (and reviewing it) with my wife @entireoranges on our podcast @3pn-official for the past ten seasons (excluding the abbreviated Atheletes season). So I feel I have at least a decent feel for the show.

Sure there have been some shock eliminations and you might even argue those eliminations are rigged or planned in some fashion (hey, it wouldn’t be much of a stretch). But it’s just one issue in a steady, long list of grievances I feel I personally need to air out about why I feel this show no longer works as it once did.

1. Family Dynamic - the show used to have this in excess. No matter your feelings on who the contestants were or what their station in life was the dynamic of deep friendship and family permeated the show. Cute little interludes were filmed, a lot more of the rehearsals were included as an edited package to show the growth the couples had together. The banter between the hosts and the judges and the hosts and the talent didn’t seem forced and awkward. It had a real family/friends vibe going. The new edits and the new packages have essentially ruined that dynamic. On top of another grievance which comes next.

2. Shocking or Salacious “Stars” - When you have a show that includes such people as Geraldo Rivera and Rick Perry you might be tempted to go and get Sean Spicer. The major issue here is that while the other two I just mentioned are problematic; both are low-end on the spectrum and aren’t as visible per say as Sean. He wasn’t just another toadie he was the mouthpiece for a corrupt leader and he lied to the people daily. He was the virtual face of that administration. That makes him a touchstone. People who support his ex-boss will flock to him and vote no matter what. Bad dance? Who cares...gotta win at all costs. People who don’t support his ex-boss feel the show is now a farce and can’t be trusted because his fans (actually supporters of his ex-boss) will vote for him regardless of how well he dances. On top of that there’s the whole morality angle to contend with. On top of this his ex-boss took the opportunity to direct his supporters (many of whom are likely bot farms) to vote for Sean. That’s right...a world leader has instructed people to vote for Sean. I’ll let that stew in your mind for a second and go on to number three.

3. Removal of Fan Favorite Cast Members - Sharna, Keo, and Artem are like family. They’re fixtures. Sure others have left (and technically Keo is still hanging around) but the way in which Artem was publicly wronged and the whole bad vibes in the Sharna situation just doesn’t sit will with fans. They are all entertaining in their own ways and the public like seeing them. A lot of people were probably turned off on them not being around. I know I was.

4. Cheapening Productions - The bombastic overblown numbers with smoke and props may have upset Len Goodman to no end but the return to technical prowess as the lead point of DWTS is well...boring. I don’t know if the other versions of DWTS in other countries are more technical and that’s where they got the idea for this ridiculous change but the American sentiment has traditionally been “wow me with things”. The spectacle is part of the show. Yes, prior to me watching the show it was more like it is presently but so many fans hopped on board in the past ten to twelve seasons and watched the show blossom. It became a production heavy show. To just rip it off like a bandage? That’s harsh.

5. Expectations of Stars - You can’t have your cake and eat it too. You can’t one moment claim it’s a dance competition and go hardcore on that to no end and say it’s terrible, and give reasons why it is sooo bad and carry on and on then smile and give the contestant a 7 when they deserved a 3. The joke has always been the show rates on a scale of 6-10. You rarely see any number below a 6. No matter how awful the critique the judges might give. There it is again...a score of seven. If this is a dance competition, then treat it like one. Score them based on your comments. Don’t give a four rated dance a seven. Part of the scores on who goes home supposedly is the judges and they blame the voters when they judge straight 7’s. If they’re bad give them lower scores!

6. Bring Back Mandy Moore - I cannot stress this enough. The new intro dances and interstitial dances are weak. They look unbalanced, and admittedly out of synch. This leads me to two more things...

7. Music - Stop picking music that doesn’t match the dance style. It’s got so much worse this season. It’s hard to dance a samba to a song that doesn’t have a rhythm that’s even remotely like a samba. In the past they at least attempted to make the song sound like the kind of music you’d use to dance to whatever dance was being performed.

8. Camera Operators - I mean are they drunk? It seems like this season they hired a bunch of interns to operate the cameras and then numbed their hands with a healthy dose of Novocain before they shoved them out into the studio.

9. Voting - The new voting effectively eliminates the west coast (for those of you in conspiracy theory mode there’s a lot of liberals on the west coast and without them voting Sean gets more votes). In reality I highly doubt it really makes much of a difference at all. I’m pretty sure some feel the show is rigged and always has been. Most reality tv is. Voting is just a way to make the public feel involved and little else. But I always at least felt the voting was fair and I’m just not getting that vibe anymore. The show needs to upend the voting to where the eliminations are done on a different night or the following week. Or not at all. Maybe just let the judges judge for a season. The instant delivery seems really rushed and well...disingenuous. I’m supposed to just trust their results tabulated that fast when I know what went down with Val and Zendaya? Yeah...still feeling that one!

10. Heart - It’s sorely lacking. The show seems concerned with ratings and not the people. Len is much harsher than he needs to be. The audience is louder than they need to be. The complete lack of care in the emotional stability of the stars is abhorrent. I lost my mother when I was 18. She died of Cancer. I feel Lauren Alaina’s pain. Her stepfather died and she loved him dearly. I’ve been there. I know how emotionally compromising it is to lose someone you are close to and love to have them wrenched from the picture like that and the feeling of watching them slowly die in front of you and knowing that there’s nothing you could’ve done to save them. So carrying that around is hard enough. Performing is even harder (in my case I performed a song at my mothers funeral on guitar). I bawled after it. I was a mess. That was only a week after she died. It doesn’t go away. You may look alright but you aren’t. You feel that. She danced in front of millions on TV. And she went to the security of her mother’s arms immediately afterwards. The show could’ve just glossed over that and gone to break or shot up to Erin in the lounge or whatever but no...we got Gleb awkwardly trying to wrench her away from her mother to hear the judges reactions for a few moments then her standing there wholly unable to speak without crying exposed and in the spotlight. Then she began hyperventilating and couldn’t breathe and still they had her standing there. No chair offered, no rushing her off stage to get help. Made to stand. Mercifully Tom Bergeron is a decent human being and gave her tissues and a little comfort but even I saw him basically disobeying the orders from the booth in his ear when he went to commercial for her sake. It was awkward, greedy, and well...disgusting to watch. I got an instant feeling of revulsion which stands to this very moment. That alone should have made me stop watching but I realize it’s all about money anyway. But even so...have a little fucking heart, DWTS. Jeez!

All of this being said I know there will be some who get all “well if you don’t like it then don’t watch it” and yeah, that’s a fair assessment. But I do like it. I just want it to get better so ABC doesn’t cancel it and from what I’m hearing fans aren’t impressed with the changes that have been made.

I have enjoyed this show now for ten seasons and there have been some absolutely stellar moments and there have been some missteps but this season thus far is a complete train wreck. I’ll continue watching it but I really hope they at least revert back to the way it was last season (if they avoid cancellation).

[imagineproduce101]

What Are You Waiting For?

you and woojin are best friends. the catch? you’ve had a crush on him since forever, and you’re helping him ask another girl to prom.

ft. friend! kang daniel and older brother!jisung who eats cheese shirtless

high school

set in usa au? 

and after a million years, here is the woojin scenario. i ended up scrapping the 4k words of office!au that i had once i’d written in a medical emergency, because i’d literally hit rock bottom, so i started over completely.

“(Y/N), please help me,” Woojin whined, sending you finger hearts. “Please? Please? Please? Please?”

You rolled your eyes and flicked Woojin’s forehead. “Fine, I’ll help you ask Sohee out. But you’re buying me ice cream in return, got it?”

Woojin leapt up from the couch where you two had been sitting, doing a little dance in celebration. He’d been crushing on Kim Sohee, a girl from his Chemistry class, for a while, and kept asking you if you would help him ask her out. Little did Woojin know, you actually had a huge crush on him.

“So, can we get started?” Woojin asked you hopefully. You sighed, giving him a glare. “Pleaaaase?”

“Fine.” You straightened up to get a good look at him. “I guess step one would be to actually start talking to her.”

“Whaddya mean?”

“I mean,” you sighed in exasperation, “No girl is going to actually fall for a complete stranger. You need to talk to her! Get to know her! You’re an interesting guy, so let her know about what you’re into.”

Woojin nodded. “Got it. Get to know her, tell her about my own interests. I got this.”

+

“(Y/N), I fucked up.”

You glanced over to where Woojin laid, sprawled out on the grass of the football field. You opted for sitting in the bleachers, not wanting to get your jeans dirty.

“What happened?” You asked, throwing a chip at your best friend, “it couldn’t have gone that bad.”

“yeah, it did,” Woojin groaned, rolling over onto his stomach so that he could look up at you. He took a bite of his sandwich before continuing. “So I asked her about her hobbies and she told me about cheerleading, right? So I was all like oh, I dance, and dancing is pretty similar to cheerleading. But then she’s like, uh, no it’s not, cheerleading is way harder, and since I was talking to her I wasn’t paying attention to my Bunsen burner, and my sleeve caught on fire.” You gaped at him, amazed that he could actually be such a train wreck. “Look, my sweater is ruined!” He cried in anguish, lifting up the singed part of his sweater.

“Dancing is way harder than cheerleading, though!” You protested angrily, not really caring about Woojin’s sweaters. You’d been to every single one of his competitions, and you knew how physically and emotionally trying it was. “I mean, yeah competitive cheerleading is harder, but the kind of cheerleading she does? No way!”

“I need more advice, (Y/N),” Woojin sighed, brushing grass of his pants, “I really want to ask her to prom, but at this rate, there’s no way I’ll be able to.”

Why can’t you ask me to prom? I’m right here!

“Okay, um,” You frowned, trying to think of how Woojin would be able to overcome his nerdiness. “Yeah, I got nothing. I can try googling it?”

“Yeah, do that!” Woojin perked up, getting up to sit on the bleachers next to you.

“Oh, here’s the WikiHow,” you grinned, tapping on the link, “the surefire way to get a girl to like you. Number one, Walk Slower. No, that’s stupid, don’t do that.”

“What? No, that might work,” Woojin grabbed your phone from you to read the explanation, “I’ll try it.”

Apparently, at school, walking slower just frustrated people, and Woojin ended up getting shoved due to how slowly he was walking.

“Told you that wouldn’t work,” you laughed as Woojin launched himself onto the football field.

“That was such a stupid piece of advice!” Woojin groaned, “I hope the next tip is better.” You grabbed your phone and cleared your throat dramatically.

“Talk yourself up,” You read, “Talk about your skills or talents, but not in a way that makes you seem cocky.” Woojin glared at you.

“Isn’t that what got me into this situation in the first place?” he complained.

“Hey, you’ll never know unless you try, right?”

Woojin, apparently, never should have tried.

“She fucking roasted me!” Woojin groaned, banging his head against the back of your couch. The two of you were sitting in the living room of your house. While Woojin was being angsty and mopey, you enjoyed a nice ice cream sandwich. “She kept talking about how anyone can dance and how it’s not special!”

But I know that you’re special!

“Ey, you know that’s not true,” you nudged Woojin, “you’re super talented when it comes to dance! How many trophies do you have to prove it?”

Woojin mumbled something.

“Hmm? What was that? How many?”

“…twelve.” Woojin rolled his eyes, embarrassed.

“Exactly,” you clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m beginning to wonder if this girl is really worth it?” She wasn’t, you knew, but you didn’t want to burst Woojin’s bubble.

“What’s this you’re talking about?” Jisung, your older brother, butted in. He stood in the door to the living room, wearing only shorts, eating a piece of cheese. “A girl?”

“Hyung, help me!” Woojin explained his situation to Jisung, who shrugged.

“Dude, just ask her to prom,” Jisung rolled his eyes, heading back to his room, “the worst she can say is no.”

And surprisingly enough, Sohee didn’t say no. Woojin asked her right after chemistry class, and now he wouldn’t stop talking about it during lunch. Today, you two had decided to sit with your other friends.

“We get it, she said yes,” Park Jihoon rolled his eyes, “it’s just prom, not a wedding.”

“Oh?” Jeon Somi looked over at you, “(Y/N), are you the only one of us without a date to prom?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you all,” you shrugged, looking down at your plate of food. “Kang Daniel asked me. I told him I’d think about it, but I’ll probably say yes.” Daniel had asked you as a friend, since it was his senior prom and he didn’t want to go alone. You two were good friends, so you figured you’d have fun even if it wasn’t Woojin.

“Ey, really?” Yoojung exclaimed, hitting you on the back, “that’s a real catch! Daniel’s so handsome!”

Woojin looked over at you with a slightly hurt expression. “Why didn’t you tell me anything?”’ His smile faded from his face.

“Oh, you were so happy about Sohee, I didn’t want to take away from that,” you replied, giving him a small smile.

“Wah, Kang Daniel!” Somi hummed appreciatively, “that is one fine specimen of a man.” As everyone laughed and nodded in agreement, you couldn’t help but notice how upset Woojin looked.

+

“Here’s your corsage,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to pin the bundle of flowers to Daniel’s suit jacket. He’d already given you a boutonniere, a creamy beige rose to compliment your flowing burgundy dress and his burgundy tie.

You two had decided to meet close to the venue so that you could arrive together, forgoing the usual pictures that you knew your parents would take.

“You look nice,” Daniel complimented you, letting you take his arm. You were several inches taller, thanks to the black stilettos that you’d dug out of the back of your closet. The two of you set off towards the venue of the dance. The night air was just settling in, and you spotted other couples who had the same idea as you.

“You know, I was a bit surprised that you didn’t go with Woojin,” Daniel commented as you waited at a crosswalk.

“Yeah, I was too,” you replied bitterly, “but it’s fine. He’s grown, he can make his own decicions for himself.”

“Ey, am I sensing saltiness there?” Daniel nudged your side with a grin. “You like him?”

You sighed, blowing some of the curled strands of hair out of your face, “is it that obvious?”

“No, it’s just that you guys are practically dating anyways,” Daniel responded, “I’m pretty sure that half the school thinks that you’re a thing. I mean, you guys bring each other coffee when you have tests, how much more boyfriend-y can you get?”

“Clearly not enough,” you muttered, still salty about how Woojin kept overlooking you in favor of Sohee.

“Hey, why don’t you try something tonight?” Daniel mentioned, right before you two got to the venue. “Why don’t I help you make him jealous, as a thank you for being my date even though I’m sure you would rather be at home in your sweats.”

You looked up at Daniel, contemplating what the outcome might be. You would you rather risk it and possibly get Woojin to see that you actually liked him? Or continue down the path that you’d been so far, of friendship and invisible heartbreak.

“Let’s do it.”

The two of you entered the venue, and you had to lift up your dress slightly so that you could walk. The dance was already in full swing, and the beat of the song hit you in the chest, the volume was so loud. Everyone was dancing and having a good time, except for the few stragglers who sat in the chairs surrounding the dance floor.

“Food?” Daniel asked in your ear, “I don’t see him.”

“Sure,” you responded, nodding. Once you’d collected food, you went to go sit down with Daniel’s friends, who you knew slightly. Luckily the food was good, and you munched through a slice of cake, some cookies, cut fruit, cheese, crackers, and a cake pop. Midway through your second slice of cake, Daniel nudged you.

“Woojin is here,” he yelled above the loud music, “wanna dance?”

You nodded, letting him help you up from your chair. Don’t Tell Em was playing, layered over heavy beats, and you joined Daniel in moving to the music.

“He saw you~” Daniel snickered, yelling into your ear, “and he doesn’t look too pleased.” As you moved side to side, you glanced quickly at Woojin and felt your heart skip a beat. His red hair was styled and he wore a crisp black tuxedo.

He looked up and made eye contact with you, only for Daniel to spin you away. The older boy snickered again, “ah, he’s so pissed! You’re doing great~”

+

You sighed, chewing on some grapes as you watched your peers dance. The dance was almost over, and you’d told Daniel to enjoy the rest of the night with his friends. You’d opted to grab a plate full of food and sit at one of the tables, enjoying their good food.

The floor slowly rearranged as a slow song started playing (cue nayaya piano vers. lololol). On the other side of the room, you could see Daniel messing around with Ong Seungwoo, pretending to slow dance with him.

“Hey.”

You jolted, looking up to see Woojin standing there.

“Hey,” you said back, smiling at him.

“Wanna dance?” Woojin asked you, holding out a hand. You placed your own hand in his, standing up. He carefully led you out to the dance floor, placing his hands on your waist. In turn, you rested your hands on his shoulders, letting him sway you around the dance floor.

“What happened to Sohee?” You asked, eyes scanning his face. His mouth twisted slightly and he shrugged.

“I realized that some people matter more to you than others,” he replied, drawing you closer. “In fact, I’ve realized a lot tonight.”

“Yeah?” You met his gaze, your heart speeding up as usual.

“Yeah,” he responded with his cute little smile, “I realized that you’re super special to me. I realized that I don’t like Daniel taking you to dances, or seeing you so beautiful like this. I realized that I was an idiot trying to chase Sohee when you were always there next to me, supporting me and my passions no matter what.”

“Yeah, you are an idiot,” you laughed, resting your head against his chest.

“I know,” Woojin sighed, “but I like you, and I would be really grateful if you’d date this idiot.”

“Yes, dumbass, I’ll date you,” you groaned, pulling away from his chest to roll your eyes at your idiot of a best friend—boyfriend?

“Wow, only three seconds of dating and you’re already being rude,” Woojin clicked his tongue.

“Ey, if anyone’s allowed to be rude, it’s me,” you responded, flicking him on the forehead.

“Ow, (Y/N), that hurt!”

“Ah, sorry oppa, here,” you stood on your tiptoes and kissed where you’d flicked him, sending him a wink. Woojin turned bright red and buried his face into your shoulder.

“Yah, Park Woojin, are you smelling me?”

“What? You smell good!”

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[wolfgoddess77]

Love Letter Masterlist

After the...what are we calling this thing? FluffFest2k17? After that, anyway, a lot of us were flooded with anonymous (and not-so-anonymous) love letters from our favorite characters.

I wanted to thank everyone who sent me one (or more) letters. They meant so much to me. Some of them hit me straight in the feels and made me tear up a little, while others...hoo boy, they DID THINGS™ to me.

"If I could wake up every morning to see your face next to mine I would be more than happy. I feel like it would be the perfect heaven to know that you are there for me as I will always be there for you. Whenever you are down I want to be there to lift you up back on your pedestal, to me you are a goddess that is meant to be worshiped and adored. I want to be the only one that is allowed to worship at your temple for I love you so much." - Nyx Ulric

My Reply

Before I met you, I felt that I couldn't love anyone. That nobody would be able to fill the void in my heart, but that all changed when I met you. I came to realize you were always on my mind. You're funny and sweet, you make me laugh & smile. You take away all my anger and sadness. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, more beautiful than any flower that I have ever seen. I started to write poems about you. Now I've come to realize that I am hopelessly in love with you. - Nyx

My Reply

You're probably going to laugh, knowing what a ladies man I'm supposed to be... but I've been pacing for hours trying to figure out how to say this to you. You're special to me... there's no one else like you. You're beautiful sure, but you're kind, supportive, intelligent, loyal... every time we part you're all I can think about. ...I love you. It feels so good to just say it. I've loved you for a while now. Maybe we could talk about this over dinner tonight? Love, Nyx

My Reply

Wolfie. Sweet, breathtaking Wolfie. Let me spend the night not ravishing you like a wild beast, but caressing every inch of your skin, telling you what I love most, kiss every so called "flaw" you say you have. I don't see them, lovely. I see an angel. -Nyx

My Reply

Moon of my life, I can't stand to be away from you any longer. If only I could show you how much I yearn for your gentle touch. How I burn for the not so gentle as well. I thought about what you said before I left when you told me you loved me. I wanted to say it back, but you looked at me like I held the world and it scared me. I messed up then, but I do love you. I do. There's poetry in your hip sway and the fire in your eyes. Let me say it to you in person. Give me a chance. Adoringly, Nyx

My Reply

You are all I think about. It infuriates me. Why does your face appear in my mind during battle? Why do I hear your voice in the still night even if you're not there? You've changed me, my love. Before, I was ready to lay my life for the sake of Lucis and for Galahd. My life was nothing. But when I met you? Everything changed. Dying scares the living hell out of me. The thought of your beautiful face, all alone... I can't. I can't. - Nyx

My Reply

Hello there, beautiful. Missed me? I miss you too if ever you're wondering. Training has been a bit difficult. I always come home and just sleep from exhaustion. But a hero's gotta be responsible. Tell you what, I'm free for a week after this. Drautos probably figured that we'd die before we even go to the front if this keeps up. We can do whatever you want during my break. Feel free to indulge. Until then the two of us have to be patient. Just remember that I miss you everyday. Your hero, Nyx.

My Reply

I remember my first glimpse of your face, of your smile. I was blown away, and I told myself that I had to get to know you. That's why I came up to you and introduced myself without any doubts. I always thought it was crazy, the thought that I might be happy with someone. But now, my heart is saying you are the one for me. I love you, and I want you to know that. Yours always, Nyx.

My Reply

I hope you aren't cross with me for the bruises. I was a tad bit over eager. I have never been so aroused yet simultaneously at one's mercy. I would kneel before you in an instant, should you ever ask. You are all I desire, you are who I want to twist about in the sheets with. Let me show you the heavens with my tongue. Let me wet my lips with your nectar and cry holy in the night. I love you. Sincerely, Ignis

My Reply

Wolfie, my beautiful goddess. Do you know how distracting you are to me, even when we are apart? I can't get you out of my mind. Your beautiful smile is always in the back of my mind, fueling my drive to continue to fight for Lucis. I love you so much. I never want to let you go. Be mine forever? - Nyx

My Reply

You, me, dinner, tonight? Been a few days since I last got to see you, and I'll be damned if I ever forget the way your face lights up when I tell you I love you. I bet it just did now, just from reading that. Gods, you're so sweet… So I was thinking, maybe after dinner I could commit you to memory in some other ways? I can think of a few. So be sure to eat your fill, Wolf. You're gonna need all the stamina you can get. —Nyx

My Reply

Why, hello there. I’ve heard much about your efforts in Discord, of how you attempt to resist my charm and wit... Why do you wound me so? All I want is to pleasure you in the best ways I know how. So please, my dear… Let me show you what I can really do. -A.L.C.

My Reply

Why hello there, darling. Care to join me for dinner later? I thought I'd make some of your favourites tonight, a smaller starter followed by a delectable main course. As for desert? Well, we'll have to move into the bedroom for that one. There's a specific sweet treat I want to get my tongue around. Perhaps I'll even delve back in for seconds... - I.S.

My Reply

Gods, woman, Nyx just told me about your... suggestion. And I can't say I didn't relish the thought of sharing you with him. I've always wondered what your moans sound like. Nyx never kisses and tells, but from what I gather, kissing isn't his go to move anyway. If you're still offering, I definitely want to partake. Your body is beckoning me to commit sins I never imagined prior. Nyx said he would come for you later. And I expect you will come over and over again. Earnestly, Pelna

My Reply

So it seems that you still try to resist me, my sweet? I can see it on your face. My, my, the way your cherry red lips tremble when you try to resist... It's enigmatic. I will wreck you, my dear. In the most wonderful and inexplicable way. How I long to hear you sing for me... and my, can this canary sing. You can run and hide all you want, my love. I do love a chase.

My Reply

Dear, to you this velvet rose I commend, in which a model of yourself I tend. How well within your palm its long stem rests, so just your smiling eyes my vision nests. To hold this goddess of mystique is life, a touch of you is much more so, my wife. The scent thins in air, the color is true, as true, yet how much more special are you. Whereas you, my wife, exceed in each right. - Ignis

My Reply

Hello, lemon cake. How was your day today? Hopefully swell. I'll tell you how mine went. I woke up, and immediately thought of you. Of your scent, of your smile, of your laughter. My heart cries when I'm not around you, and I constantly crave your presence. I plan to make you my wife one day, I hope you don't mind my saying. You're the only one I ever see spending the rest of my days with, my love. -With love and adoration, your Ignis.

My Reply

Hey baby cakes, I'm sorry I've been gone off and on all week with little time shared between us, I hope you can forgive me. All this deamon hunting and making sure people are safe has got me missing you so much though. I swear when I come home I'm gonna ravish you in ways you never thought possible love, I'll see you tomorrow I promise. Yours always, Gladdy.

My Reply

I heard you were feelin' a little out of it. I'll be right over with orange juice, babe. You've done so much for me and I feel like I don't do nearly enough in return so when you're feeling better, I have a dress for you to wear. It's kinda sheer, but I have a thing for those glorious curves, and it'll look amazing on you. Especially while we eat dinner in Galdin Quay. What do you say? Will you be my arm candy for the evening? Love, Nyx

My Reply

Hey, gorgeous. Just wanted to drop by and see how you're doing. I've been thinking about you all day, Lib's been smacking me for having this dopey smile on my face and getting distracted during training, but what can I say? It's just the effect you have on me, and I love it. You're amazing, don't you ever forget that. You hear me? I'll always be here to tell you that. Always. Keep being you, babe. - N.U.

My Reply

Uhm, I am super bad at this, ha, but, I wanted to tell you I may have a little, uh, crush on you. And it's totally fine if you don't feel the same way! I just really like you and I want to kiss you and do boyfriend/girlfriend stuff. So. Uh. Maybe let's get coffee or something? I really want to talk to you. - P.A.

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Foolish mortal, you think yourself worthy of my presence? Prove yourself worthy and then we may have an agreement. Touch yourself, scream my name, show me how you desire nothing more than my presence between your legs and my heat within your dripping folds. Show. Me. Then maybe, just maybe, I'll give you what you so desire. - I.

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My precious Wolfie. Soon will come the day when I can hold you once again, when I can feel the heat radiating from your skin in the afterglow of release, stuttered breaths as you come down from cloud nine. My greatest desire is to feel your body shift with the ebbs and flows of pleasure, and know that I helped you achieve such paradise. Apologies for the poetic nature of my writing; only you can inspire such prose. I love you, now and always - Ignis

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So close, yet so far away. Don't know if I can stand another day, I long to hold your mesmerizing face and on my lips, your kiss I taste. You've got me trapped in a box of wonder. Our bodies together, no matter who is under I need you now. I desire to know you in every detail, Give me this chance, my heart will not fail. Life is a trial, that's never ending but together is time we could be spending. - Ignis

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Nyx feels thoroughly satisfied with himself when he pulls down your skirt, only to see that you've already soaked through your panties. He smirks, eyes flicking up to yours briefly. A chuckle leaves him, low and raspy and your breath hitches. "Eager, are we? Me too," he admits, lowering his face to your wetness. His fingers slide the fabric aside and he takes in the scent of you. "Oh god," he lets out on a ragged breath. "I can't wait to taste you. Don't worry, I won't let a drop go to waste."

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Wolfie, darling, did you say your neck is your weakness? Ooooh, my love, surely you don't mean me running my lips over your throat, moaning at the taste of your soft skin. A shaky breath as I nibble just under your ear. How many marks should I leave this time? One? Five? How about I just stop when you are a trembling, wet wreck, crying my name? I'll have so much fun with you.

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Hello, dearest. So you want to embrace the flames? Experience my lustful rage? Oh, darling girl, you know what they say when you play with fire. But I digress. It is your wish, after all. Come play with me. I will have you reduced to nothing but a toy for my amusement. Nothing but a mortal vessel here for my amusement. And you asked for it, dear heart. You asked for it. And a god does not leave you wanting. -Ifrit

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Nyx sauntered over to you, his eyes scanning your naked body up and down. He was in nothing but his navy blue briefs, his erect cock aching to be touched. You jumped as the cold metal from his nipple piercings touched your back. "Mornin', babe," Nyx whispered as his tongue began to lick, up, up, up. up. "Let's start this morning off right."

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Nyx sauntered over to you, Prompto hot on his heels. "The boy and I overheard something about you having an eye for him? Is this true?" His eyes lingered for a bit too long on your chest and he enjoyed the blush it elicited. "Ohhhh baby, you poked at the wrong beast. See, I have wanted to see you between me and someone else for ages and now? Prom here is going to ravage you against that wall, while I watch. You will cum for us both."

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Sweetheart, why are you staring at your inbox? Did I not give it to you good enough last night? Do you need me to leave work and come take care of you right this minute? Drautos won't like it, but I'll do whatever it takes to make sure my girl is satisfied. On the other hand... if you can wait for tonight, I'm going to kick the door in and take you right there in the hall when I come home. How do you want it? Against the wall? On the floor? Just say the word, and I'm yours, babe. Love, Nyx

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Hey you. I saw a quote earlier and thought of you; 'We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.' You're my other wing, Wolf. My other half. You help me fly through the skies more than I ever thought I could. Thank you, I love you. - N.U.

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"My sweetheart is feeling blue today?" Nyx asked softly, brushing hair away from your face. "I can fix that." You tensed a bit at his touch, but he was a patient man. "Shhh, darling. I've got ya." He laid down with you, running his fingers up and down your torso. "I've got you."

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Nyx pinned your arms above your head as he entered you, causing you to arch back up off the bed. "Oh, you like that?" He said, prime smirk on his face. "Guess we'll have to do this more often then, babe." He pulled out slightly before ramming back in until he was at his hilt, causing you to moan loudly. "Oh, that's it. Let me know how good I'm making you feel, don't you dare hold anything back from me. Not. A. Word."

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You felt Ignis' torso against your back as he leaned against you, cock pumping into you relentlessly from behind. "Such a good girl." He whispered, voice edging on a purr. "You take my cock so well, darling." He brought a finger to gently glide down your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Such a beautiful body... I think it's time I marked it as my own..."

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A hot breath tickled the shell of your ear. You could practically hear the smirk painting the tone of his familiar voice, “Kacey.” Nyx's hand rubs the curve of your ass, “Why’d you try to hide it from me, babe? You know I’d find out eventually.” Teeth graze the skin of your neck and his hands explore the curves of your body. “I can’t wait for you to hear all the ways I can make your name.” He groans, “Especially when that cute pussy takes me whole."

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Iggy wrapped his arms around you tightly, picking you up and placing you into your bed. "Darling, we will spend the rest of the day in bed...where I will worship you as the goddess you are. My beautiful goddess."

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"I can't wait anymore," a low voice growled from behind you. "On your knees." You felt a strong hand on your shoulder and smelled a familiar cologne. "...Nyx." "Bingo." You dropped to your knees, trembling expectantly. "Teasing me with those luscious curves," he mumured, stroking your face. "Flaunting them in sexts when I am miles away." Nyx unzipped his pants. "I have been simmering, stewing in all of the terrible things I am going to do to you. Open up."

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Ignis approached you with a fire in his eyes, one which always excited you when it made itself present. Before you knew it, you were pinned up against the wall, his hands placed on either side of your head, giving you no room to escape. “My dear, Kacey, did you really think that you would be able to evade me? I’ve been watching you all day, your little movements, your little flirtations, I know exactly what you’ve been doing.”

“And what is that?” You breathed, heart beating a mile a second. Ignis smirked, bringing one hand to push his glasses back up his face. His lips descended on yours in a tender yet heated kiss, enough to have heat pooling to your sex and to send you dizzy. “Why, I believe you want me to ravage you for everything that you’re worth.”

Ignis bent his head down to your neck, taking a small amount of skin into his mouth and sucking. The pleasure you gained from it had your knees buckling, like nothing else in the world mattered at this point in time. He pulled back, admiring the purple mark he had left on your neck. “Such a beautiful neck… But even more beautiful when marked…” He said, moving to another spot and leaving another mark.

Once he had finished his assault on your neck, he moved his head back up to be level with yours. “Now, Kacey, you are to do exactly as I say. Failure to do so will result in me ceasing all action immediately. Do you understand?” He demanded, speaking huskily into your ear. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, darling, and I will not be denied any longer.”

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You came into my life when all was dark, but you gave me the light and I found my way. - N.U.

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If, out of time, I could pick one moment and keep it shining, always new, of all the days that I have lived, I’d pick the moment I met you. - I.S.

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How's my princess doing? Good? ... I hate that I can't ask in person right now. The Citadel's the last place I'd want to be, not while you're somewhere else. Unless I could somehow bring you here but then... I'd *never* get any work done. The only thing I'd be able to stare at is you, and that's, a bit counterproductive to being a guard, huh? Don't worry. The moment I get off work I promise I'll stare at you all I'd like. Can't wait. <3 -- Nyx 

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Ignis gently caressed your cheek, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your, the tip of his nose brushing yours. "I missed you today, my love...I hope your day was well."

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Stargazing With Nyx

Now, you've seen flames dance on my fingertips, but I would rather use those fingertips to light a flame in you, no magic required (even if it *feels* like magic...) -Nyx

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You hovered over the blonde glaive, smirking as he tugged on the belt that bounded his wrists to the headboard. "Looks like you're stuck, babe," you whispered in Luche's ear, biting it in the process. Luche winced, a soft whine escaping his chapped lips. "I may be tied down, but don't you think that I can't still make you see stars, my Princess." You raised your eyebrows, grinding your pussy against his hardon, making him squirm. "Is that so?" you whispered. "Let the games begin, then."

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A strangled cry emitted from Luche's throat as you sucked another hickey into the tender flesh of his thighs. This was a game of cat and mouse, a chase, a challenge to see how long he would be able to hold out before begging to be inside you. But than man was stubborn, he wouldn't yield to just any old act. "You're going to have to try better than that, Princess." He said, biting his lip in frustration. "Otherwise I'll make sure you're the one begging."

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"Your go," Luche grumbled, his cock glistening with your slick. Nyx grabbed at you protectively, glaring at the glaive. It had been hours since the four of you had begun this mess of sweat laden bodies on bodies. Tredd was spent, still a little drunk. "Hanging in there, Kacey?" Nyx whispered, kissing your thigh. He smiled when you nodded wordlessly. "Good. Because I am not done with you yet." New energy prickled through you as he knelt down, his tongue making slow circles on your sensitive skin.

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Nyx jackhammered into your well used sex, adding another set of long, jagged scratches down your back, glistening with sweat and cum. "Come on, Kacey, fucking scream for me. Come. On," he growled ferociously, cupping your breasts with a rougher than normal grip. He arched over you, wildly snarling into your hair. "Fucking cum for me." "I-I can't," you moaned into the pillow. "Like fuck you can't." His fingers found their way to your overly sensitive clit, his name ripping from your throat.

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Nyx gently glided the blade down your body as he sheathed himself inside of you, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to have you shivering as Ignis worked at your neck. As he reached the bottom of your stomach, he withdrew the blade, turning to Ignis with a smirk. "Look at him, marking you like he thinks you belong to him..." Nyx started, thrusting slowly. "Let me show you who's princess you really are."

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Luche moaned against your heat, balling his hands up into fists as you sat atop him. "Ah ah, no noises or I stop." You said, rolling your hips forwards teasingly. His eyes rolled back into his head and he threw his fist down on the bed in frustration. Drawing your hips back, his breaths came in pants. "Please, Kacey, let me fuck you. I need to fuck you goddamn it!" He had a pleading look in his eyes, lip pouting as he begged.

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It was late when Nyx returned from patrol duty. Nyx took one look at you, clad only in one of his shirts, before he slammed you up against the wall. "I'm worked up and you look beautiful," he whispered roughly into your ear. He attacked your neck, licking, biting, sucking and teased his fingers along your wet pussy. Looking directly into your eyes he brought those finger up to his lips and licked them clean. "You taste like heaven."

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Luche's always been a put-together sort of man -- professional, poised, cool, collected. So getting him underneath you like this, unraveling him slowly with every roll of your hips more and more until he's practically *begging* for you to stop teasing him is a delight. His thumbs dig into the skin of your thighs, back arched and slicked-back hair a sweat-soaked mess, little whispers of "Gods, yes" and moans slipping out. He looks so pretty like this, and it's *all* your doing.

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Prompto bit his lip as you rolled your hips as you sat atop him, grabbing your hips with such ferocity you were shaking. He let out a loud moan, arching his back off the bed in pleasure. He lifted a hand to run a finger down your body, enjoying the feel of you, before flipping you over, eyes changing from their usual blue to an orange shade. "My turn." He whispered, voice hoarse and seductive. "Let's see just what I can do to you, my Queen..."

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"One or the other, huh?" Nyx grinned, raising an eyebrow at Ignis. "Iggy, you hear that? Lil' lady thinks she can't handle the both of us." Ignis leaned on Ulric's shoulder, flipping his switchblade absentmindedly. "It's almost as though she has forgotten about last week," Ignis replied with mischief in his eyes. "Kacey with my cock in her mouth and you claiming her viciously from behind." He ran the blade over Nyx's jawline and chuckled. "Seems we must jostle her delicate memory."

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"Damn, look at you." Reno chuckled, tongue flicking out over his lips as he looked over your naked form in the shower. "Couldn't wait for me to get home first?" A smirk graced his face as he slipped off his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt. You blushed and tried to pull the curtain shut again. "Reno, get out--" but he caught your wrist and pulled your hand up to kiss your knuckle. "I will in a moment, but you look like you missed a few spots." He said before pulling you in to a deep kiss.

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Arms wound around your waist, catching you off guard but you didn't have a chance to turn and see who it was before you pulled back into his warm chest. His nose brushed up under your nose before he nipped lightly at your skin. "Hey baby, you miss me?" He purred, and you recognized the amuse lilt of Reno's voice almost instantly. "I sure missed you." He continued, a hand sliding down your curves and around your hip, teasing at continuing further still. "Let me show you how much I missed you."

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Nyx and Prompto Threesome

Ignis ran his gloved hands along your thighs, admiring the lines of hickies he had left along both of them. He stood up and moved his hands up to rest on either side of your head against the wall, taking your hands with him, lifting your leg up to rest on his hip and gently pushing himself into you as he interlaced your fingers. "Now, Kacey, let me worship you like the queen you are." He brought his mouth down to your neck as he thrust into you, every nerve in your body alight with euphoria.

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Hey, babe. Fuck do I miss you, I miss coming home to your arms waiting for me every night. I miss bending you over and railing you into oblivion against the table, the desk, wherever. It's driving me crazy, not being there with you. But I'll be home soon. This mission is sending me up the wall (Cloud's the main cause, as always.), but I'll be back to rock your world soon Kacey, I promise. Love ya. - Reno.

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"Morning, Princess." Reno said, gently kissing your shoulder as you stirred. You bid him good morning back and shuffled back into him, feeling him chuckle as you felt the bulge prominent against your ass. You turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "What?" He said, feigning hurt. "I can't help it, waking up to this hot body every morning. It has an effect on a man." His fingers danced their way into your pyjama bottoms. "Allow me to show you just how much of an effect it really has..."

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Reno hovered above you, eyes alight with lust as he looked over your body. "God, Kacey, you're gorgeous." He said, leaning down to nip at your neck. He ran a hand up your thigh, positioning it over his shoulder as he worked his way down your body, not leaving any area untouched as he settled himself between your legs. "Time for my favourite meal of the day." He said with a wink, smirking as he licked up your folds forcefully. "I could just devour you..."

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Reno panted as his hand gripped his length, squeezing tightly as he came, thick ropes of cum shooting up his body. "K-Kacey..." He moaned, sensations overwhelming him as he thought of you, your body, being inside you, every filth thought he had ever had racing through his mind all at once. An idea struck him, and he grabbed his phone, snapping a quick photo before typing out a message and sending it, making sure you knew exactly what effect you had on him.

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"Don't even think about moving." Reno said, pinning your arms above your head as he pushed you against the countertop. "This is the first night all week I've had you all to myself, Princess, I'm not about to let this pass me by." He kissed your shoulders as he slid into you, biting down gently as pleasure overtook him. "Fuck... I've needed this, I've needed you. You're all I'll ever need. I just... mmnn-fuuuuuck."

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Reno held your hips down as he pushed the vibrator against your clit, chuckling as you squirmed in pleasure. "Now, I know you love this thing, but it'll never give you the amount of pleasure I do, will it?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. You shook your head in response as he upped the setting. "That's why, for every orgasm you get with this, you're getting three more from me. Until you're practically begging me to stop..."

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Reno dipped his head back between your legs and groaned deeply, almost whining as he tasted you, savored you. His fingers dug into your thighs, his tongue working magic. "He's being such a good boy," a sing songy voice trilled behind you, gloved hands massaging your breasts. Your skin around the hands was unbearably warm, sweat dripped down your throat, hair plastered to your face as your legs clenched around Reno. "But who is your favorite?" he chirped. "Y-you, Axel," you gasped, arching.

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Axel chuckled to himself as he drew his mouth and fingers away from your heat, licking his lips as he sat up. "Sweet as always, princess..." He said, green eyes dark with lust as he looked at you, hands tied above your head as you whined at the loss of contact. He leaned down, biting your lip gently as he ran his hands up your bare sides. "Ready for me to rock your world, Kacey?" He whispered, moving to nip at your neck, hand once again travelling between your legs.

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"Nyx..."you groan. He teases you with a toy and smirks. He's feeling cocky and in the heat of the moment, he has the head of the toy vibrating, pressing against your pussy but not in. You strain against the rope, the burn of it rubbing against your wrists has you gasping. "Do you like that...?" he teases. "If you want it, you're going to have to beg for it" his tone is silky smooth and there's a glint in his eye that tells you he's enjoying watching you squirm underneath his touch.

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Nyx trails a finger down, stopping between your legs. He lightly rubs your swollen nub and slowly slides his finger down, ghosting over your folds as he nips and kisses at the nape of your neck softly, eliciting small moans from your lips. "Don't tease me..." you manage to say. Nyx nuzzles your neck while he spoons you from behind. "You're already so wet," he croons. "Why don't you tell me where you want me, how bad you want me. If I like what I hear, you may just get it" he whispers huskily.

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Leather gloved hands ran over your bare sides as warm hands made their way across your breasts, a mouth attached itself to your neck, a finger played with your entrance. Choruses of 'Princess' and praise for your body were strung by both men, worshipping you with everything they had. When you asked them why, both Ignis and Axel replied with "Because it's you, Kacey. You're the hottest, and most valued, woman in the world to us."

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"That's it baby girl, nice and easy." Nyx crooned into your ear as you slid down onto his cock. You whimpered at the feeling of him stretching you wide, still reeling from your previous release. He hadn't even given you time to recover, simply picking you up from the desk he had bent you over and pinning you to the wall, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Then he had softly cooed sweet nothings into your ear, praising about how gorgeous you were and how heavenly you always felt to him. Then, ever so slowly, he had coaxed you back down onto him, muttering how much he loved feeling and seeing you stretch to accept him into your body. 

Your sensitivity meant that you could feel every crevice of his length pressing deep inside you and it was driving you crazy how he did nothing but stay where he was, breathing in your scent and placing lazy kisses all over the side of your neck. “Nyx. Nyx, please.” You begged, arms and legs tightening around him but Nyx shushed you softly. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, princess. I want you so badly but you’re so sensitive, so tight and I’m an impatient bastard that can’t get enough of you.” He kissed you softly on your lips, lingering to savour the taste and feel of your mouth on his. “I’m gonna ruin you tonight, my Kacey, but Astrals you’re going to enjoy every single second of it.”

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Luche has you cornered now, caging you in and trapping you against the wall. "I'm tired of pretending this thing between us isn't happening..." He runs a hand through his blonde hair. "You know how many nights I've spent thinking about you? About us?" He cups your chin in his hand, lifting your lips to his. "We're made for each other, babydoll." He leans down to kiss you, his lips so soft on yours. He tastes of his favorite sweets. "You're magic, you know that? I can't stay away any longer."

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"Oh, greedy little princess," Axel moans, watching as your lips closed around his shaft. "Jealous, Reno?" Reno scoffed, stroking himself. "Kacey knows whose cock she prefers. Isn't that right, darling?" he laughed, pulling you away and into a kiss. He groaned lowly, exploring your mouth with his tongue while Axel wrapped his arms around to grope your chest. "Plenty of us to go around," Axel sighed, rutting against you. "Now, open up for us like a good girl. I have plans for you."

You lay on the bed, panting as you came down from your third orgasm of the evening. The redhead smirked above you as he withdrew, clearly pleased with his work making you come undone. The door slammed open, revealing Nyx, hurriedly stripping out of his glaive uniform. "Out, Sinclair." He ordered, shoving Reno aside. "You've had your time with her, it's my turn to please our Princess now." He said, attaching his lips to your neck hungrily.

Axel backed you up against the wall, using his teeth to remove his last remaining glove as he used his other hand to bring your leg to rest on his hip. Eyebrow raised, smirk on his face, he eases himself into you, letting out a loud moan as the sensation of being inside you overwhelms him, the radiating heat from his body setting your entire body aflame. He lifted your other leg, starting to thrust into you against the wall, moaning louder with each thrust. "You're mine, Kacey." He growled, emerald eyes boring into yours as he pulled on your hair gently. "All mine." He pinned your wrists above your head against the wall with his hand, keeping you supported with his other arm. "Now, Princess, come for me." He whispered, voice sounding strained, clearly nearly at his own end. "Let me hear your beautiful moans, baby girl. Let me hear them all."

"Oh, baby girl, look at how you move for me," Axel moaned, pushing your legs up closer to your chest. "Ah, fffuck, get on top for me, princess." You straddled him and he stated up at you with wide eyed admiration as you sat on his twitching cock. "Those hips, that fucking smile, gods." He tilted his head back, panting. "You're a fucking she devil, Kacey. You feel so good, so, ah, so good." His hands clawed at your thighs, his cheeks flushed. "Just like that, let me fill you up."

It's 2AM underneath a full moon, and your hair's sprawled back against your pillows as he rides you, teasingly slow, grin just as bright as the light streaming in through your curtains. "It's been a while," Axel mutters, his touch hot and vice-like on your hips, a sharp thrust drawing a moan out of your lips. "Sounds like you missed me. I missed you," he says, his voice a whisper, mouth just barely covering yours. "I missed you so bad, princess. Let me show you how much."

"Oh baby girl..." A familiar voice sang, the heated tips of his fingers running down your back as he bent you over the desk in the library, making every nerve stand to attention. "We'll have to be quick, Xigbar will be back any minute." Axel crooned, pushing himself into you in one sharp movement. "Please, I can hear the two of you from a mile away, not that I'm complaining. Show me what she can do, Ax." Xigbar said as he walked back into the room, smirk on his face.

You felt a hand grab your wrist, pulling you into the supply closet and pressing you against a shelf as you heard the door lock behind you. Amidst the darkness, you could see the faint outline of a braid as Nyx honed in on you, lips attaching to your neck immediately. You gasped at the contact, feeling Nyx smirk against your skin as he left a plethora of marks. "Well good morning to you too, Princess. Glad to see you could join me in this little meeting..." He said, nipping the delicate flesh.

Nyx ran his hands along your waist, gently skimming his fingers down your sides, causing you to shiver. He reached behind him, picking up one of his kukris, dancing the blade over your skin, as he ran it under the strap of your bra. He teased the edges of the fabric, a smirk coming over his features. "Now, my darling Princess," Nyx began, leaning down to kiss your neck. "How about we get this damned thing off of you? Hmm?"

Reno kissed down your stomach, hands playing with your breasts as he kissed you with urgency, trying to get his lips onto every inch of skin at once. "Have I ever told you how beautiful your body is, Kacey?" He mused, pressing a gentle kiss above your belly button. "The way you move for me, the way you take my cock, the way you arch... I could stare at it for hours." He moved down your body, kissing a trail down your abdomen before placing his head between your thighs, eyes dancing wickedly.

Ignis bit down on one of the fingertips of his gloves, pulling off with his teeth before throwing it aside. "My dear, I do trust you're feeling, shall we say, energetic?" He asked, pulling a bullet vibrator from his pocket. "Because I do not plan on stopping the use of this dear toy, I only hope that you'll be able to keep up with me. I'll be too much of a shame to see you ruined before the fun can really start..."

You felt a gloved hand teasing your entrance as you were bent over the bed, testing to see just how wet you were after the acts already performed by the two of you. A chuckle was heard behind you before you felt him enter, filling you deeply and causing you to gasp. "I want this whole damn place knowing who it is who fucks your as well as I do." He groaned, starting to thrust at a brutal pace. "Got it memorized?"

"C'mon, Princess." Xigbar cooed, biting down on your neck as you strained against the bonds holding you to the headboard, trying to reach him for a little bit of revenge. "Just let me tease you..." He ran his tongue along your collarbone and down to your nipples, before running his hand down your body to gently work at your clit. You arched into him, smirk never leaving his face as he worked on you. "Think it's time my princess got a little royal treatment, after all..."

Kacey, I know I’m not around much, I know you worry endlessly when I’m away. I can’t tell you I will always come back alive but I CAN tell you that I will always be thinking of you and I will always love you, no matter what. Remember that, when you’re alone, when I can’t be there and remember I’m fighting now only for the King, not only for Lucis but for you, to keep you safe. And maybe when you’re alone you can think about something else involving me too. - Nyx

Reno and Axel

Saix lay you down onto the bed, his hold on you still firm, still very much dominating, yet somehow gentler than usual. "It has come to my attention that certain... cretins are making you feel inadequate as of late." He said, tone firm as he ran his hands down your body. "Allow me to show you what it is that drew me to you, how much pleasure I gain from indulging in you, how it pleases me to see you come apart by my hand. I will give you pleasure unmatched, Kacey. That much, I can assure you."

The nose of one brushed against your neck, hands toying with your nipples, causing you to squirm. Or, at least, you would squirm, if your legs weren't being pinned to the floor by the hands of the other being wrapped around your thighs, his tongue buried deep within your heat. "Hey, Reno?" Axel called, pausing his actions for a moment. "Swap with me soon, we said we'd both make her cum twice each before the final act of the night..."

#love letters #not-so-anon asks #happy tag #nyx ulric #ignis scientia #ardyn lucis caelum #ardyn izunia #pelna khara #not my writing #reposted with permission #gladio amicitia #ifrit #luche lazarus #prompto argentum #ffvii #ffvii crisis core #reno sinclair #axel/lea #kingdom hearts

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Carol Getting Married, Or Coming to America

8/14/17

My trip to America in a nutshell: Holly (the cat) hops onto my lap as I sit on the porcelain throne, scrolling through my Facebook news feed.

It's recommended that y'all put Calvin Harris' Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 in the background while reading forward. That album has been giving me life the past month and is somehow emblematic of this post.

Mona and I at Target. Initially, we tried the headbands on ironically, but then we kept wearing them around Target as we looked at stuff we didn’t need. When we got to the register, we bought them for their sentimental value. 

Adhering to the better judgment and insistence of a trusted friend, I took half an Imodium (anti-diarrheal pill) before my 14-hour journey from Tamale to Accra, and booooy was that rough but so, so necessary. I had been running (Ghana speak for recurrent diarrhea) for a week prior. Being a kitty-corner from a toilet/latrine was not just necessary; it was equal parts redemption and self-preservation. And while that plug kept my pride intact on the bus, it nearly made me want to commit seppuku. Accra was the same as usual: foreign to me (as a northerner), expensive, and awkward. Highlight of being in Accra two days before my flight: I got my (seven) cavities taken care of. Lowlight: half of those fillings chipped away or fell out entirely in America. Oh, Ghana.

My flight to Paris was an adventurous one. Without going into too many details, I sort of held up the flight. But only by no more than 5-10 minutes! And it wasn't really my fault!! The flight attendants blew the whole ordeal out of proportion, even going so far as talking smack about me—in my presence—in French. They probably needed to take half a chill pill. We got to our destination on time, and I don't regret what I did. Don't worry—it was neither illegal nor immoral.

Paris to San Francisco was one of my worst experiences to date. I felt restless. My body was tense, my neck was killing me, and I was in the thick of a four-seat row. It didn't help that European airline food is leagues better than what I had been eating lately, and I was losing the fight to reject free brie cheese, butter, and ice cream en route. Lactose intolerance, be damned!

My three week stay in America was split between San Jose and San Francisco, my parents' home and my sister's/BIL's house. I no longer had my apartment in Oakland, and while my friends and former flat-mate were more than willing to let me crash at their place, I felt a little weird about it. They had real jobs and some had real families, and I didn't want to loaf around on netflix all day in front of them... which is what I often did in San Jose. Hours and hours spent catching up to beloved shows and binging on ice cream, cake, chips (party size), and cookies. I gained about 7lbs by the time of the wedding, two days before my return to Ghana. Most of my SJ friends didn't live in the area anymore, and even if they had stayed to reside in the 4-0-8, we had drifted apart so that a lot of what we did together was reminisce. I spent as much of my free time as possible meeting up with old friends in Oakland and San Francisco. For those who have yet to revisit America, here's what's up:

Hawaiian poke bowls are now a thing

There are now many apps to have food delivered to you. Be the recluse you aspire to be!

Boba tea has expanded into the mainstream, something us Asian-Am's have known and drank for years

Kick-boxing-ballet is on the rise

Homelessness has increased significantly in the bay area

You can order your weed online and have it delivered to you via a phone app (in CA, at least)

Coming to America was... weird. It wasn't too much of a culture shock. Maybe because it takes a lot to faze me; maybe because I've gotten some pre-America exposure to department stores and grocery markets in Accra, but having set prices was oddly comforting. No more haggling over a couple Cedis and wondering if I got a fair price or an inflated foreigner price. And the American merchandising of consumer products? Alarming, alienating. I never realized how greatly consumerism and commercialism ruled Americana. Or how courtesy is a real form of currency.

I watched a YouTube video one day that convinced me I needed to go buy, or at least check out, some LUSH products because they were all natural and good for you and better for workers and the environment (1: covert advertising). I went to a LUSH store in San Francisco, and the people were all so nice and accommodating, if not a little too eager to have me sample something (2: everyone is kind of fake-nice in USA, but I know everyone is good people, especially retail workers. I've been there; I've done that). The store smelled divine; the products seemed truly high-quality. And then I looked at the prices. Holy Jesus, Mother of Mercy, and the ineffable Buddha. FUCK. Those prices were eye-gougingly high. But then it is America. And then I converted the costs into Ghana Cedis—something I had to intentionally prevent myself from doing as my vacation continued to preclude a moral quandry at every run to CVS—and I felt like an asshole. I then spent the next hour musing in the small shop to look for the cheapest thing to buy (3: because manners matter in America, and they were all SO nice. I didn't want to be one of those people who actually talked to the workers, stayed forever, and then left without buying anything. This is why I can never work in a book store, no matter how romantic and cool it seems... and how much I want a 10% employee discount). I left the store with a shampoo bar I could use but didn't really need. I won't reveal the cost, but rest assured that for the same price, I could have bought three shampoo bars on Amazon.

And that's another thing: Amazon! The paragon of consumerism in America! I am critical of it all, but I can't deny that I'm in it; they have me, my wallet, and my soul. Disregard my rants as I lather my tresses with my new sea salt LUSH shampoo bar. And you know what? It feels really fuckin' good, and it does voluminize my hair, I think...

Y'know, I feel like something of a celebrity in Ghana. I'm a foreigner and a novelty and most strangers want to be my friend. Why, the kids scream my name—“Deeshini! Deeshini! Deeeeeshini!!”—everywhere I go in the village. And while I didn't have the same A-lister power in America, a lot of people did want to meet me. I felt like the Queen-motherfucking-Bee in a teen movie. It sucked that I couldn't hang out with everyone since conflicting schedules and locale were an issue, but for the folks that I was able to see and spend some time with, I am so grateful and thankful. It meant more to me than I can articulate.

Since I've been gone, my friends got engaged/married, are making strides in the pursuit of their dream careers, and evolving into cooler versions of themselves (and they were already pretty dope creatures). I love all of that. We talked lives, marriages, politics, failed connections, social unrest, self-discovery, and all the minutiae over good beer and better food. That's mostly what I did: enjoy the best food (Thai food, Vietnamese che (desserts), sushi, smoked salmon, burritos, cream donuts, STRAWBERRIES and PEACHES and CHEESE #sighpies ...and PIE. All the pies, yespleasethankyoumuch) with high-quality company and drink my weight in liquor. I was reminded how lucky I was to not have to drink Club beer (aka Bud Light's even less impressive cousin) for another three weeks. Don't get me wrong—Club will do, but why drink Club when you can have a Rasputin? Or a quality IPA?

My sister and Nathan (BIL), bless their hearts, had a few crates of beer available at their wedding. I drank a few Anchor Steams to calm my nerves before my sister-of-the-bride speech. I wasn't drunk, but I got the hiccups anyway. The speech itself was worse than a train-wreck. It was a dumpster fire that somehow rolled down the street. I wish I could have also left the building and escape onto the streets of SF.

...Okay, no, I didn't. But I ended up ugly-crying/ bawling the whole way through... to the point where my sister AND our father told me, 30 seconds in, that I didn't have to finish what I had to say. I wanted to though; I'm no quitter! And especially not on a night that would be remembered for the rest of my sister's life!

Well, I tell you what, neither she nor the other 340-plus guests will forget the night I read my speech—something that should have been one minute but took three instead—through tears, frequent mucus snorting, and awkward pauses into a microphone. By the way, my mess was not only filmed on camera for future generations' sake, it was also live-broadcasted for all the guests on the mezzanine to see since they didn't have ground-floor views. So much for all that expensive make-up. It washed away in three minutes. I didn't think I'd cry. That's the problem. I should have known better. I'll cry at anything, even a drop of a hat if it happened in a way I deem poetic.

It wasn't something I shed a tear over, but seeing family was a huge joy of being back home. Carol's wedding became the impetus for the reunion of my paternal cousins. They hail from all over the world—Paris, Portland, Calgary, Vancouver, Montreal, LA, New York. It was pretty cool. Some cousins I had never met before, and for others, it had been at least a decade since we were in the same room. I knew it meant a lot to my dad that several of his siblings made it to the wedding. He hadn't seen some of them in almost two decades. I don't think I would ever want to let that happen with Carol. Reuniting with my maternal cousins was something that I was also fortunate to do. I'm lucky I had cousins to grow up with; I know that's not the case for a lot of people. A lot of them had moved northward, towards Sacramento, as the Bay Area became too expensive to live in. It had been such a long time since I sat down and talked to the few that were in my age range. And on top of that—the baby cousins were no longer babies! Now they were in high school and finishing college, and I wondered to myself where did the years go?

The rest of the wedding banquet was bomb-diggity. There was a photo booth with props. Music was on point (leave it to my BIL to play the theme song to COPS at his wedding). The in-laws are Chinese, so of course we had a Traditional Chinese Ten-Course Meal. Yumsville, population: Diana. I ate until I couldn't eat anymore. Best part was the cake. I even ate other people's uneaten and half-eaten slices left on their tables as they headed home. Want not, waste not—cream and all!

By the end of the night, I was walking barefoot as I could no longer walk in those four inch heels that prevented my dress from dragging more on the floor than it did. My mom has night blindness, and my dad has avoided driving on the freeway for the past 15 years. It was up to me to drive us all and a fellow bridesmaid back to San Jose that night. It was a little nerve-wracking as I had only driven once before while being back, but it all went fine. Maybe driving is one of those things you don't really forget, like riding a bike.

Most of my time in America was spent before the wedding. Really, the whole point was to make sure my ao dai (one of my bridesmaid's dresses; an ao dai is traditional Vietnamese garb for gals) fit. I came back as early as I could to have alterations made in case the measurements I gave my sis didn't work out. I also wanted to help out with pre-wedding prep. While we never did go to the tailor before the wedding due to laziness (it fit, thankfully), I was glad to assist with the flowers and some small tasks.

When I was preparing to leave for America, I just couldn't wait to return to Ghana. I had work to do; a life to get back to with a purpose, but by the end of my stay, I wish I had more time to spend with my parents. They look older, more tired. I'm still in the selfish phase of my life: the unsparing twenties where hedonism is the choice idea, responsibilities feel better suited for my 30's, and I have few qualms about being an ocean away from my ma and dad. Good news is that they're both more or less retired now. Better news is that our relationship, no matter how frigid or awkward, is improving. They spent most of my time in America running around getting the house ready for the wedding. We're not Christians, so the house was renovated and the backyard landscaped to be presentable for the ceremonies—the American one (an officiant... who happened to be my sis' bff and a fellow bridesmaid!) and the Vietnamese/Chinese one (tea ceremony... where the groom's side of the family comes into the house in a procession, dowry-like gifts in hand)—at home. I was humbled by the tea ceremony, with all its intricate formalities and greetings and ancestral acknowledgment. I wondered quietly to myself: “Wow. This is a lot of bowing and citation to this person and that person... and who is that guy? I don't even know who they're talking about, but everyone else seems to. Will any of us second-generation American kids know how to guide each other through another tea ceremony when everyone from the old country has passed?” I'm sure my cousins and I will manage, somehow, but it did make me hyper-aware of how disassociated I feel from my Vietnamese culture sometimes. Not quite American enough for America, and not Vietnamese enough for the Vietnamese... It's sometimes a kind of limbo being the child of immigrants. Just a thought.

I think when everything was all over and everyone could finally breath a sigh of relief, both my parents and I regretted not spending quality time together. I say so because my dad said it indirectly. It's unfortunate, and I understood. I was in the same boat: the only reason I was even back was because of the wedding! My parents... they're old school. They didn't grow up hearing their parents say “I love you.” A roof, plentiful food, and all necessities met (and a few gratuitous material pleasures here and there) meant love. I'm learning more and more about how they communicate all the time, and I'm learning more about their lives too. They didn't like talking about it when I was little. I think it's an immigrant/ refugee thing. I've heard similar situations amongst friends and family. But the older I get, I think the more comfortable they feel about detailing their lives and all the struggles within it. It's the same for myself too. I'm learning more about the way I express myself—feelings, thoughts, friendship, and all. And I'm trying harder to communicate with them. It's humbling to realize how we will always be discovering more facets of ourselves. I can't wait to know what I will know and feel how I will feel at 40. In the meantime, I need to call home more.

#peacecorps #howiseepc #ghana #america #cultureshock #lush #asian-american #bayarea #target

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Ask D'Mine: Type 1 Kids and Birthday Parties, How Glucagon Works

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Ask D'Mine: Type 1 Kids and Birthday Parties, How Glucagon Works

Ever wish there was someone to ask all those pressing, confounding, and disconcerting questions about life with diabetes? Someone who really "gets it"? Well, now there is!

If you haven't discovered our diabetes advice column Ask D'Mine yet, now is your chance to jump in! This Saturday series is hosted by veteran type 1, diabetes author and community educator Wil Dubois.

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Laura from Arizona, type 3, sends us this reach-for-the-Kleenex tale: I have a question about what is the best site for foods for an 8-year-old girl who was just diagnosed last week. I am sorry, I am just so angry! I grew up caring and watching over my father who has had type 1 for 52 years (he is amazing), but when this happened to my little sweetheart niece I about died. She was doing wonderful in this past week, started giving her own injections, guessing her numbers while she checked her blood—just amazing to see.

But she just went to her first birthday party over the weekend and could not eat chips, dips, cake or drink the punch and sodas like all the other kiddos were doing. This is when it all hit her. She has changed, she has to think about what she eats, she has to plan ahead... Her 9th birthday is right around the corner and she told her mom that she does not want to have a party. I need to find a place where we can see the nutrition info; and isn't there some way to make a yummy birthday cake for her?!? I want her to have an amazing birthday, one that she deserves to have. I will be forever grateful for any information you can give me.

Wil@Ask D'Mine answers: Your niece sounds like a trooper-and-a-half! She's a week out of dx and doing her own injections, checking her blood, and thinking about her food. Waaaaaaaaaaaay to go, kiddo! As is often the case, the little persons with diabetes handle this mess better than their families do. (Worst job in the world alert: parent of child with diabetes, especially if you do not already have diabetes yourself.)

So when it comes to our littlest brothers and sisters I don't think anyone will flame me for saying that your first stop should be the Children with Diabetes community. Their food and nutrition section should give you everything you need and more.

As you'll get all the specifics there, I'm going to give you some more global thoughts here. Bear in mind that half the endos out there will be sending me letter bombs after reading this, and that 49% of the mothers of type 1 kiddos will be buying Wil voodoo dolls on eBay... But...

I think your niece should go to parties. And when she's there I think she should eat chips, dips, and cake. I do draw the line at the punch and soda, however. Our kind simply cannot handle liquid sugars. Ever. Well, not recreationally, anyway. As a treatment for low blood sugar it's another thing altogether. Now, back to the chips, dips, and cake. She'll probably need to limit her portions some. She'll need to pack extra insulin, of course. She should have a low-carb breakfast before heading to the party, of course.

In other words, yes, your family needs to take sensible safety precautions, but those medical needs must be balanced with the social needs of the child. Will the party make a train wreck of her blood sugar? Yeah, probably. But how often do these kinds of parties happen? A couple times a year? And how often is a type 1 kiddo's blood sugar a train wreck even when the family does every frickin' thing right? Yeah. About once per week.

I think you just need to take parties in stride. As for her own party, I'm partial to Splenda for making lower-carb yummy birthday cakes. Now remember that at least half the blood sugar impact of the cake is gonna be in the flour. Not much you can do about that, but if you have a cake recipe you like, you can substitute the sugar for Splenda, and drop the blood sugar impact of a slice quite a bit. Splenda has a freaky-looking fake snow consistency in the measuring cup and weighs next to nothing, but it'll work fine and, unlike some other faux sugars, can be used in baking. The cake will have the same flavor and consistency you're used to, it just won't brown quite right. But you're going to cover it with icing anyway, so no one will know. And, of course, you can use Splenda in the icing, too.

So, Laura, no anger. No grief. Your niece is, and will continue to be, the sweetheart she always was. Now, go put on your damn apron, break out the Splenda, and make your niece the yummiest diabetes-friendly cake of all time.

And for the rest of you, today's stock quote for Kimberly-Clark, makers of Kleenex, can be found here.

Ariel from New Mexico, type 3, asks: How long does glucagon take to work? I had read somewhere that it takes 20 minutes! I think if, God forbid, I have to give my four-year-old daughter a shot and she stayed unconscious for 20 minutes I'd die of a heart attack myself!

Wil@Ask D'Mine answers: Wow. What a great question. Glucagon, for those of you who don't know or forgot, is a drug used to intervene in near-death experiences caused by severely low blood sugar. You know, I've carried glucagon with me for years, trained dozens of people (including my own son Rio, right after his 5th birthday) to use it, but never once gave the action time a single thought.

It's instant, right? Well, no. Apparently not.

But before we get into the issue of response time, let's do a quick review. Glucagon is a hormone that causes the liver to release its inventory of sugar. It's the break-glass-in-case-of-emergency drug of last resort for severe hypoglycemia. It's an unstable compound so it must be mixed right before use. Glucagon kits are made by both Eli Lilly under the name of Glucagon Emergency Kit and Novo Nordisk under the name GlucaGen Hypo Kit. As far as I can tell, the only real difference is that Lilly's comes in a red box and the Novo kit comes in an orange box. Both have a prefilled syringe of saline and a vial of glucagon powder. To get it ready to use you must remove the syringe and vial from the case, un-cap the needle, un-cap the vial, inject the saline into the vial, mix it around, then draw it back into the syringe. What could be easier or faster?

Oh wait. Did I forget to mention that this procedure needs to be done by a presumably freaked-out type 3 whose loved one is out cold on the floor from low blood sugar? Right. Glucagon is used when it's too late for glucose tabs, gels, or Skittles. Glucagon is used when lows are so bad the PWD is unresponsive. The procedure above takes less than a minute, but I'd wager it would be one of the longest minutes of a type 3's life.

In fact, I know of one tragic story from the northern part of our state. A panicked mother injected just the saline into her unconscious son. She forgot to do the whole inject, mix, draw thing.

He died.

After I heard about that, I started all my glucagon carrying families on regular fire drills, having them practice with expired kits (minus final injection, of course). The PWDs generally have a great time simulating a low-blood sugar collapse. Oh, speaking of expired, these kits don't last forever and I'd bet that more than half of you are carrying expired ones. Make sure your damn glucagon kit hasn't expired. Go check.

Right now.

I'll wait here for you.

OK, so how long does it take to bring you back from the almost-dead? "One minute" is quoted a lot on the web, but it's false. And I think I know the source of the confusion. The physician prescribing sheet for Lilly's kit also lists another use for glucagon—and you'll love this—as a muscle relaxant for colon exams.

Yes. You always suspected that diabetes would f - - What? Oh. Well, my PG-13 rating won't allow me to clearly spell out what I'm thinking, but I'm sure you can figure out what I'd say next if I could.

Anyway, when injected intravenously, the onset of glucagon as a muscle relaxant is one minute. But nowhere in the scientific literature could I find anything close to a one minute action time for revival from a bad hypo. I think someone, somewhere along the line, saw the colon exam chart, didn't read carefully, and put the one minute time on the web. Since then it's just been repeated again and again. Copy, paste. Copy, paste. Copy, paste.

This is why you should never believe anything you read on the web.

Oh. Except here at DiabetesMine, of course.

In point of fact, the two pharma companies that make glucagon are vague about the action time for hypo revival. The sheet for docs from Lilly says, "An unconscious patient will usually awaken within 15 minutes following the glucagon injection."

Ah.

Usually awaken.

Within 15 minutes.

How comforting.

Novo's glucagon page states their product works "within about 10 minutes."

Ah.

Within about.

Very precise.

So is the Novo product five minutes faster, or is this just marketing BS? I'd still put my money on the only difference between the two being the color of the case.

More fun glucagon tips: Glucagon makes most people puke. So after you stab your loved one, roll them on their side (for complex anatomical reasons, the left side is preferred), so that they don't choke when they throw up. Oh. Unless your diabetic loved one has collapsed on an expensive oriental rug in which case the procedure is stab, drag, roll.

Then call 911. Severe lows, like earthquakes, can have aftershocks. If you just emptied your liver of sugar, you have no more reserves. A second bad low could be a one-way trip to the great beyond, so glucagon use requires a visit to the ER until things stabilize.

Oh, and according to the info sheet in the kits, if your PWD is still out cold after 15 minutes, you can give a second shot. For kids, a kit holds enough for two shots. For adults, you are out of luck unless someone has a second kit handy.

Some people worry about what if? What if the PWD is lights-out because their blood sugar is too high rather than too low? The official advice is to give the shot anyway. Highs take quite a bit of time to kill you. Hours. Severe lows can kill your pretty damn quick. Minutes count.

Where to inject? Several training manuals for school-based personnel are advocating injecting into fat, just like insulin, but the microfilm-sized instructions from both pharma companies advocate straight into muscle of the arm, butt, or thigh. Would that hurt? Hell yeah.

But don't worry, type 3s. If you've broken out the glucagon we're unconscious anyway.

We'll forgive you an achy butt for saving our asses.

This is not a medical advice column. We are PWDs freely and openly sharing the wisdom of our collected experiences — our been-there-done-that knowledge from the trenches. But we are not MDs, RNs, NPs, PAs, CDEs, or partridges in pear trees. Bottom line: we are only a small part of your total prescription. You still need the professional advice, treatment, and care of a licensed medical professional.

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