#but if they are i can help them burn their fat haha

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Tesinktober2023 Day 7: Fat

I was thinking about Troll Fat, and I don't know how to draw the ingredient Troll Fat. So I uh- draw a Troll fat.

#multifantober2023 #tesinktober2023 #tesinktober #tes #skyrim #milore ienth #troll #dovahkiin #ldb #tes oc #oc: jokir #i draw a meme #stupid sexy flanders #i read the book troll slaying and it has cool illustrations of a troll #and i learned you can get the Troll Fat after you slay the troll #and i don't remember they're fat #i mean i was running and screaming and sneak archery from afar #i didn't get a good look on them but i don't think they look fat #but if they are i can help them burn their fat haha #wait is that why they are weak to fire?

[whatthefishh]

I’m so ashamed to be requesting this… but I’ve been looking everywhere for a shower smut with Miguel O’Hara and I feel like I can trust you not to let me down😩😩😭 if you can, ONLY if you can I don’t wanna be a bother.

Hey, no need to be ashamed haha! That’s so sweet of you, thank you for trusting me with this 😉 and I hope this short blurb doesn’t let you down… I wrote this instead of focusing on my assignment lol!

Miguel smut under the cut, 18+ only

Your muscles were aching, the hot water spraying down your back helping to release some of the tension there. You had a long day and couldn’t wait to get home for some down time, and a hot shower was the perfect start to your relaxing evening. You hear the bathroom door open and the blurry large shadow of Miguel in the doorway. You know it’s him just by his sheer size, nobody else you knew took up that much space.

“Mig, can you grab me a towel? I forgot!” You shout, turning to rinse the shampoo out of your hair.

“You always forget,” he grumbles lowly, thinking you can’t hear him but he’s closer now.

“Yeah, I know I know, can you just get me— no, no! You can’t just—!”

It was too late. Miguel had stripped his clothes in record time — or maybe he walked into the bathroom already naked — and joined you in the shower, his height effectively blocking the water from spraying on you as his broad frame took up most of the shower space.

“You got me all wet, nena,” he says looking down at you, slowly backing you against the tile wall behind you.

“I didn’t tell you to come inside…”

He sniffs out a laugh.

“Actually—“

“Shut up. Just shut up.”

Reaching a hand up to pull him by the neck down, down, down to meet your lips, your tongues collide hotly under the spray of hot water. Pretty soon, you’re a moaning mess under his skillful tongue and roaming hands, lost in the sensation of your lover’s touch.

Miguel lifts you against the tiles and you gasp into his mouth at the cool wall against your back while he groans at the feeling of his hard cock bobbing against your core. He’s rubbing himself against you, effectively making you drip for him while the water ran down his back.

Both of you were wet now.

Removing himself from your lips for a moment, he rests his forehead against yours to look into your eyes and smile, a rare one, a real one. You don’t see this one often.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Tan buena que eres conmigo,” Mig tells you quietly before lining up his fat tip with your entrance and slowly pushing forward, kissing you again when you start moaning at the intrusion.

It’s always a stretch, no matter how much he tries to prep you. Inch by thick inch, he bullies his way into your cunt, massaging your breasts and mouthing at them to distract you. The sound when his lips wrap around your slippery skin is sinful, popping off your peaks with a satisfied hum while your chest heaves from everything you’re feeling.

He’s everywhere, around you and inside you all at once. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

Once he bottoms out, he waits for your go ahead, a small nod while you rest your head against the cool tiles has him starting to pull out nefariously slow, intent on making you loose and pliant by the end of the session. Bucking his hips, he fills you again and again, pressing your body into the shower wall and grunting on every pass.

The water was already hot and the way he’s fucking you has you burning up, the coil tightening in your belly so much that you’re about to pass out. He notices your breath coming out shallower.

“Needed me to loosen you up, isn’t that right nena? Uh huh?”

You’re whining incoherently, eyes shut against the tiles as he plows into your pussy. You try to answer him but all that comes out are pathetic noises that you know only feed his ego.

“What was that, baby? You’re close, aren’t you, can feel you— ahhhhh!” He groans out loud when you finally gush around his girth, body shuddering in his arms.

Completely reliant on his strength to hold you up — the way you’re impaled on him also helping — you let go. Utterly and entirely, you let yourself go in his arms, trusting him to take care of you.

Gripping your ass as he holds you up, Miguel continues to fuck into your fluttering hole, bucking his hips untimely as he nears his own end after feeling yours. His growls and grunts are bordering on animalistic, the smooth golden planes of his body catching your eyes as you ride out his assault on your pussy. The way his biceps ripple when he flexes his hands holding you up, the way the vein in his neck throbs when he’s breathing heavily, the way his abs flutter when he’s close to cumming —

He’s absolutely stunning, and he’s all yours.

And he’s making you his, coming inside you and pressing his hips into yours, after essentially drilling you into the shower wall, he holds you there while groaning through his release.

The stress you were carrying was all gone, replaced with everything Miguel. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your evening with him.

S/o to my translator — @xbellaxcarolinax ❤️

#inbox 💌 #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara imagine #atsv smut #atsv fanfiction

[blackfangedreaper]

🍑!LUFFY HEADCANNONS

Summary: Headcannons of luffy and his darling giving him peaches every season

Pairings: Peach lover!luffy x Black reader

Warning: Fluff💞, suggestive content, grammatical errors. MDNI.

Note: Had this in my notes since forever. Anyways ive decided to write for both opla luffy and inaki cause manz is too cute.

Taglist: @closet-degenerate @sanjisblackasswife @luffyinlove @roronoaswifey @euphofic @itzgabz22

🍑 Noone really knew how his obsession for the butt-shaped fruit started but the most noticeable period was when a crate of them were delivered to sunny with a 'For luffy' tag on it after eating the fruit he suddenly ran into the kitchen demanding to grow a peach tree on sunny, urging nami to free up some space. "It's not like your tangerines taste all that nice anyways." He left the kitchen sulking and with a big red bump on his head but with burning determination.

🍑 But this ain't about no fruit! This is about your big fat ass and luffy's weird fixation on it. Hates to see you leave but loves to watch you walk away, his eyes watching your ass jiggle and bounce when you pass by. And don't get him started on those short shorts you wore that one time. Got a beating when he suddenly had his hands shoved up your shorts. "I'm sworry, it jiwggled swo mwuch i thwought it'd fwall wout"

🍑 You once sent luffy a peach plushie because of his peach-phase oh ho big mistake, he took it round the sunny showing everyone and telling them how it reminded him of your butt. It was half his size and so soft he could sink inside, so when he was sad or missed your presence he would wrap his rubber arms around it a million times and cuddle into it. "Sigh.... Feels just like Y/n."

🍑 Luffy loves how you randomly grind on him, this usually happens when the your listening to songs on the radio and squabbling with ussop on who can rap faster, you just start rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the music and gosh he trys not to groan at your unconscious grinding but he can't help but hold your waist and grind back into you. This turns into another love making session. "You started it! So you don't get to run!"

🍑 As much as he adores taking you from the from the front just to see your lewd expressions during intercourse, he's more enamoured with watching your ass form ripples and bounce with the force of his thrusts, plus don't get him started on them stretch marks and cellulite, he thinks it's super sexy you have those. Loves to trace and suck on them leaving his marks and bites on every single one. "So pretty! Can i leave more- ouch! That hurt!!"

🍑 Loves it when you get an attitude, that way he can plow you from the back with no mercy. Your butt against his lower abdomen and your soft thighs pressing against his. His hard and firm grip on your waist keeping you steady from his relentless and brutal thrusts. The soft feeling of your watery behind against his strong hips will forever be one of the best feelings; apart from being inside you. "Yeah.. Just like that. So pretty!"

🍑 Loves to cup your cheeks, lift them up, release then watch it bounce back to place, is totally obessed with the way they dance around before settling down. You usually don't mind but he does this spontaneously leaving you to scold him relentlessly; that only stirs him up by the way, so you've given up letting him do as he pleases. "Haha! What is this?! it's just like water!"

🍑 Once tried the whipping cream stuff.... Yeah it went too well you had to ban it entirely cause, one; he wanted to eat it off your ass all the time, two; Swears your ass is jello, an apparent reason why he bites too hard sometimes, three; sanji's starting to get suspicious cause luffy manages to finish one can of whipping cream each session. Yeah never again. "Come on just one more time!" Ok maybe not, you can't say no to the adorable goof ball

🍑 Loves to lay on your back side. Indoors, outdoors, on the the deck or on your beach chair anywhere you can name on sunny he'll find you. Loves how his big head sinks in, your cheeks cradling his face in a loving embrace. Laughs when you try to shake him off cause he thinks it's a game. Has had naps on you and swears it's the best sleep he gets. Tends to smack you if you move too much. "Hey! Stay still i'm tryna sleep!"

#one piece #fem reader #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy #anime men #one piece fanfiction #i love this man so much

[restlessmaknae]

hotel shenanigans // choi yeonjun

best friends to lovers!yeonjun + "if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i’d say yes.“ “what about today?"

➳ Characters: best friend!Yeonjun x female reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, best friends to lovers, fluff, uni au

➳ Words: 1.4k

➳ Warning: one mention of alcohol

➳ A/N: This story was requested by the lovely @stories-inbetween-the-stars for my request event. I hope you enjoy it! ❤️ Also, this was partly inspired by real-life events haha @dat-town you know why

Happy Valentine's Day! ❤️

➳ Masterlist for the request event

➳ TXT taglist: @dat-town, @s00buwu, @soobin-chois, @laaylaazyy, @kuleo26, @hyu-won, @hyunjinswife, @stories-inbetween-the-stars, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @koishua, @squiishymeow, @forevrglow

It was the first time you and Yeonjun would share a hotel room together, but not the first time you would sleep in the same bed. You had been best friends since elementary school which meant multiple sleepovers when you had been younger and multiple "laying on the bed to stare at the ceiling while pondering over life" when you had grown older. He was as welcome in your house as you were in his since you were practically family to the other.

However, this time, you had to book a hotel room together because you went to a postgraduate open day that day, and there was no way you would spend 3 hours getting there via train and 3 hours back after the scheduled programmes were over by 8pm. Since it was on a Wednesday, your parents couldn't accompany you, but there was no need since you were a 1) responsible grown-up, so you could spend two days away from them 2) Yeonjun would be there and he was someone they trusted with all their heart.

Thankfully, everything went smoothly at the open day, so there was really no need to worry. On the other hand, when you got back to your budget hotel, and Yeonjun went in to take a shower inside your en-suite bathroom, you realised that the bathroom's wall was a bit transparent. It was made entirely of glass, and the pattern over it was similar to the blurred lines in your vision when you were just trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes. Which meant that it wasn't entirely transparent, but when Yeonjun stepped into the shower cubicle, you could clearly see the outlines of his body which made you snap your head back so fast, it made a sound.

"Oh my god," you mumbled, awfully embarrassed, before you sat down on the only chair in the room, and positioned it, so you would sit with your back to the shower cubicle with Yeonjun inside it.

You wished you could say that by the time he made it out of the bathroom, you felt less flustered, but it would be a big fat lie. You were sure that your cheeks were still flushed, and not because he was wearing loose shorts and a sleeveless tee because you had seen him like that a million times before.

"Yeonjun..." You started tentatively, not knowing how to bring it up, and he could sense that you were uncomfortable, his eyebrows immediately furrowed at your tone of voice.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"It's not anything super... uhmm... bad, but..." You faltered, feeling your cheeks burn up even more.

Yeonjun was incredibly good at detecting people's moods, and he turned from sunshine to sunshine protector really quickly when it came to those close to him. No wonder he immediately reached out to squeeze your hands as if it was about something earth-shuttering.

"You know you can tell me anything," he reassured you gently before his lips curled upwards and he jokingly mentioned: "Even if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I would say yes."

Your shoulders dropped in ease, his joking side was always able to cheer you up. So you played along a bit.

"What about today?"

"Today, tomorrow, next month... anytime," he offered with wild hand gestures, and the lighter atmosphere helped you to pull yourself together. So you took in a deep breath before you brought it up.

"It is just that... the glass door of the shower cubicle is partly transparent. You can see the outlines of the one inside."

"Oh," Yeonjun hummed, and you saw the exact moment the indication dawned on him. His eyes lit up with a mischievous fire, his lips curling into a boyish smile. "Ooooh... so you saw me?"

"I didn't mean to!"

"I wouldn't have blamed you," he threw his hands in the air, shrugging casually. You shook your head, knowing fully well how confident he could be about his handsome face and fit body, so you didn't hold a grudge against him in the slightest. He didn't do so either. "I guess you want me to not look while you're inside, right?"

"Yes, please."

"Don't worry. I won't look," he promised with a big grin, reaching out to ruffle your hair. You faked semi-annoyance at this gesture, trying to bat his arm away as you took a step back. Which meant that you horribly miscalculated your steps, and managed to fall onto the bed. Yeonjun tried to catch your arms, but he wasn't fast enough, and fell right onto you.

It wasn't like in the movies, how the boy could react in time and put his hands on the two sides of the other's face, and then, they just kept staring at each other. No, it was proper falling onto each other, bodies squished together, heads knocking. You both let out a yelp of surprise when you collided, and both of you immediately tried to find a way out, so you rolled to your left while he rolled to his right.

Still laying in bed, still in shock over the incident, Yeonjun started laughing beside you. You rolled onto your side to look at him, and he did the same, his eyes laughing alongside his lips.

"This is so us," he pointed out, and you couldn't help but agree. You were both on the clumsier side, so something like this wasn't unheard of, even as you got older.

When you both laughed your heart out, the boy broke the momentary silence.

"Actually... I did have a dream once. It was on the night of your aunt’s wedding, and I dreamed that we also got married. Maybe it’s because of the booze that night or the fact that you were a bridesmaid, but I had it all pictured in my head,” he recounted with a nostalgic smile playing on his lips, one that made your heart race. He was so painfully beautiful and somewhat fragile in that moment, and you wished that you could freeze the time.

Your heart picked up its pace the more he talked, and you were sure that you were flushed like hell. You remembered that day as if it had been yesterday. You did so because the same thought had crossed your mind back then: you had wondered if there could be anyone you would love to tie your life to, and when you had realised it was and had always been Yeonjun, you had known that you had fallen for him for good.

However, it felt like a dangerous limbo with one foot on the side of friendship while the other was on the side of a romantic relationship, and you feared that if you crossed the line, you could easily lose him altogether. So you kept your feelings to yourself, and it was almost easy because Yeonjun was naturally flirty, his love language was physical affection, and sometimes you forgot that you were merely friends because of the way he acted. Yet, sometimes, it was painstakingly obvious that you were only friends.

“Yeah? And did you… did you like that dream?” You blurted out, your voice coming out raspy. Yeonjun didn’t appear struck by your question, instead, his lips bloomed into one of the most beautiful smiles you had ever seen on him.

“How could I not when I like you like crazy?” He semi-answered, semi-asked before he reached to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You shivered under his touch, but it was only the good kind of shiver. “The question is, do you feel the same? Do you like me like that?”

When he emphasised the expression ‘like that’, you knew what he meant by it, you just didn’t quite want to believe it. Before his smile could freeze on his lips though, you answered with all your heart:

“I do.”

Maybe it was not quite your wedding vows, but you sure felt like it was something special with the way he reached out to embrace you, and being in his warm, safe arms while listening to the sound of his heartbeat, you knew that you were in the right place with the right person.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this story of mine! Let me know what you think.

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Hope you have a lovely day/night! Take care! ❤️

#txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt x reader #txt x you #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x you #txt fluff #yeonjun fluff

[cyborg-franky]

Hey, I love your stuff, and I hope you're talking care of yourself <3

Requests, how do you think the Stargate would raceway react to finding a stowaway on their ship after Usopp screams bloody murder seeing them hiding in the storage area?

And 2 how do you think Ace/Zoro would react realizing that reader avoids them when shirtless cause reader has a crush on Ace/Zoro and seeing them shirtless makes them blush?

I picked the second one! I only did Ace because I am getting used to getting back into reader stuff. I hope that is okay <3

and thank yooou and I am... I had water near me at some point haha. -sweating-

Oh boy, you really should get used to this because the man hates wearing clothes, even in winter he’ll be walking around tits out without a care in the world because that’s how he rolls, that and his power keeps him nice and warm.

He wore a shirt once, there’s a wanted poster of him wearing one, though it seems like a distant memory.

Ace is fond of you, definitely has a big fat crush on you, and doesn’t really click you feel the same way.

That and every time he comes to hang out with you, sit near you, or even just accidentally pop up in the same hallway together the way you act, the way you run from him, adverting your gaze because it’s hard to keep your chill around Ace when he’s on display.

You can’t help sneaking a look but it makes you incredibly flustered.

Ace takes it to heart and asks others what your deal is. 

Marco and Thatch know right away, both smirking at one another because they know you avoid Ace because you get too flustered around him.

Both do not hold back when they drop you in it, telling him just why you hide from him, why you look so awkward when he’s just doing his duties and being hot in your general vicinity.

That makes him grin ear to ear, even with the blush across his freckled cheeks.

With this new found power and knowledge he likes to tease you, flirts harder, and purposely flexes and postures when he knows you can see, as you try and look away.

“Like what you see?” He asks when he leans on the table as you eat your dinner, you can’t run, Marco is on the other side of you and won’t budge.

“I… I..” You go as red as the beads he wore around his neck. But he laughs, loudly and good-natured, smiling softly at you and you relax a little.

“I like you too,” Ace says, sighing and itching his cheek, all the fake confidence he had a moment gone as he really, really thinks it over, looks at you, his nerves starting to bubble up inside as you still haven’t answered.

“Who told you…” You heard a chuckle next to you Marco, you shit. You were going to hide eggs around his office for a week after this.

“So you do?” Ace pressed as he chewed the inside of his cheek. “Yeah, I do, I really do…”

The smile that broke out across his face warmed your heart and you felt yourself smiling to match.

“Just one thing though,” “Anything.” Ace leaned in closer like you were going to tell him a secret.

“Please wear a shirt sometimes, my heart can’t handle it.” You confessed, the blush on your face growing, burning the tips of your ears and he laughed a little, putting an arm around you. “I’ll see what I can do since it’s you.”

#sfw #gender neutral reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x yn #one piece x yourname #one piece reader insert #one piece imagines #portgas d ace x reader #portugas d ace x reader #portgas d ace #ace op #ace x reader #ace x you #ace x youname #ace x yn #portgas d ace x you

[celestialfantasiess]

could i have the bros reacting to a hispanic mc?

nightbringer has given the brothers so much more equal screen time and im obsessed w em

so basically, the nb!demon brothers dont really expect for you to cook that well since the only human food theyve ate recently is from solomon and um well... yk..

beel/belphie maybe have eaten in the human world when they were angels but honestly its been a century... theyve probably alr forgotten and they probably ate at burger king or smth😭😭

so then hispanic!mc comes around and one night, when diavolo asks them to come for dinner he tells them that mc will cook,, at first they were EXTREMELY worried and tried to get out of it because what if mc was as bad as solomon? what if they were worse?

they see the traditional food and at first theyre like "what is this" since theyve never seen it before but for respect cuz theyre infront of the cook and diavolo they eat it and then theyre like "wait actually this is so good??!!??" and just shocked

HELP THIS IS SO LONG IM SO SORRYY

- 🍭 anon (if its taken then 🦑 anon)

Yes of course. The length is fine haha the more detail it has the easier it's for me to write it. I also started nightbringer while I'm not even close to finishing the original game, I'm on lesson 19 of the original game and on lesson 6 from nightbringer haha. I am not hispanic though so I hope I did this right and if not please feel free to correct me in the comments.

Requests: open <3

When Diavolo had announced that mc would be cooking for them tonight the brothers weren't sure what to expect. The only human food they had tried recently was from Solomon and that almost killed them.

What if mc was worse than Solomon, what if all human world food is like that. Everyone had tried multiple excuses to get out of eating mc's cooking but Diavolo expected everyone to be there so Lucifer made sure that all of his brothers and him would show up.

So when they came in for dinner they looked at the table of dishes confused. What was this? It at least didn't look like something that Solomon had made so that was progress. But it also wasn't anything that they were able to recognize. But once they sat down and hesitantly tried it, afraid it would be like Solomons cooking. They were shocked that it was actually good, it tasted great actually.

。lucifer 。

‣ Checked up on you every once in a while in the kitchen to make sure you didn't burn it down and to make sure it wouldn't be as bad as Solomons food.

‣ To his surprise you actually knew your way around the kitchen without turning it into a big mess.

‣ But still her food you are making isn't anything that he recognizes so he is still slightly hesitant to try it.

‣ But when he does try it it's actually quite good.

‣ Asks you where you learnt to cook and is willing to listen to you explain that you learned it at home in the human world.

。mammon 。

‣ Probably already sort of knew that you could cook but just expected it be some basic standard dishes that anyone could cook.

‣ So is surprised when you cook traditional dishes to your culture.

‣ Is probably one of the first to try it having trust in you that you can't create worse food than Solomon can.

‣ When you ask him if he likes it he will pretend he won't because he won't admit that your cooking is actually pretty great.

‣ You know he likes it though because he goes back for seconds.

。leviathan 。

‣ Probably already has seen an anime including the food that you have cooked but is still hesitant due to the experiences with Solomons cooking.

‣ Tries it and absolutely loves it, will ask you to watch the anime he saw this food in with him.

‣ Will now ask whenever you are watching anime together and you point a dish that you know how to make if you will make it for him to try out.

‣ Will ask you to bring him food whenever he is binging a new anime or trying to play out a gam as fats as possible.

。satan 。

‣ Is kind of in shock when he first tries it, is one of the few people that had refused to touch Solomons food but he had seen what that had looked like and yours already looked better than his.

‣ Will ask you what everything is and what the ingredients are, he will listen to you explain everything patiently. Might even try to look up some human world recipes for the food that you have made.

‣ Asks you for recommendations on food from the human world and asks if u could maybe show him how you make it.

‣ Is very interested to hear that different cultures have different signature dishes.

‣ Will order new books about human world culture and food.

。asmodeus 。

‣ First thing that he notices is probably that you don't look that good after standing in the kitchen for so long and will probably tell you so too.

‣ Thinks the food looks passable, he prefers it when the food is completely plated and made to look good.

‣ Still tries it and is pleasantly surprised that it tastes good. Now that he knows this he takes out his phone and snaps a picture of the food for his devil gram and tags you in it.

‣ Will ask you to make desserts for him to try out and plate it nicely so he can post those on his devil gram too.

。beelzebub 。

‣ As soon as he saw this didn't look like Solomons food he was already willing to try it.

‣ Is shocked at how good at tastes as he remembers the last time he at Solomons cooking he was sick for the rest of the week.

‣ Will ask you to cook for them more often.

‣ Tried every possible dish that you had made: paella, empanadas, rice pudding etc.

‣ Whenever you are cooking in the kitchen he now comes by for a taste test of what you are making.

。belphegor 。

‣ Beel probably had to drag him downstairs for dinner, even with Lucifers threats he didn't feel like risking it trying your food. It might be as bad as Solomons or even worse.

‣ Tries to pretend to sleep to escape having to eat your food.

‣ As soon as he hears Beel talk about how good it is he slightly opens his eyes. It looked better than that from Solomon, so maybe it wasn't that bad.

‣ Hesitantly tries it and is surprised that you can actually cook, maybe it wouldn't be that bad to let you cook more often. Will now try to make you take his kitchen duty when it his turn so he can sleep while you cook.

#obey me nb #obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me main character #obey me mc #omswd #obey me shall we date #gn reader #gender neutral reader #obey me sheep mc #hispanic reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #om shall we date #om! shall we date #obey me dating sim #obey me headcanons #headcanon #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers #obey me brain rot

[mybois2]

Hey, I’ve always had a thing for different races and stoners… I’ve always found hispanics the hottest and was wondering if you could turn me into one, preferable a stoner with a above average dick, but if huge is all you got, I guess I’ll take that too haha

You walk into the shop and are amazed by what you see. What appeared to be a small street front shop opened up to an impossibly large space that could likely fit several department stores inside.

“Why hello there!” Pipped up a short, older man with scraggly white hair poking out from his head at almost every angle. His green suit and overall appearance made him look like someone out of The Wizard of Oz. “Welcome to The Emporium! We’ve got someone for everything… or… no… that’s someTHING for everyONE!”

“Uh…” you start, thinking about turning around and leaving. As you turn towards the door, the man seemingly popped from where he had been to directly next to you in the blink of an eye. “Whoa whoa whoa! Where ya think you’re going? You haven’t even gotten your free promotional giveaway prize!” He said, grabbing your arm with much more strength than you thought he would have been capable of.

“Um… ok… what do I get?” You ask, hoping to take the item and go.

“You can choose anything on this table!” The old man said, gesturing towards a folding table containing a myriad of items from shoes to pens to books and jewelry.

You peer over the table and examine a few items. As you’re looking, you find a white and black flatbill hat that almost seemed to jump into your hand. “I guess I’ll take this” you say to the old man and go to leave.

“Oh please, please! Try it on for me, young man!” He responds.

You sigh and put the hat on. As soon as you release it, a burning sensation spreads across your body. You see your perspective shift downwards as your height drops to maybe 5’7.” Your clothes feel baggy on your now shorter frame. They continue to get even baggier as the fat on your body dwindled away. Your arms are thin and poking out of the arm holes. You go to lift your shirt but find it evaporates into nothing as you grab it, revealing a lean body with cute abs poking out of your core. Your pants shorten a little, but remain baggy, leaving them sagging below the waistband of your newly transformed boxers.

Slowly your skin begins to darken to a natural brown tone and your eyes sear as they darken to brown. The hair under the hat retracts to a tight buzz cute and darkens to black.

“Que pasa?” You say, hands shooting up to your mouth as you realize you spoke Spanish. “Qué has hecho?” You try again, but find that no matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to speak any English.

You find your hand slipping into your pocket and find an expertly rolled blunt in it. Taking it out and smelling it, your memories begin to alter. Your previous life is still there, but seems more as a dream as you now remember yourself as Alejandro, born in Mexico and managed to get across the border with your mother and two brothers last year. It’s been a hard year since you got here, but you’ve managed alright and having your daily smoke helps chill you out.

The old man smiles as he ushers you out the front door and as it closes behind you the doorway fades from existence. You vaguely remember being someone else before entering the shop and so think about trying to find it again, but the thought of the blunt in your pocket brings you back and you head for home to have some chill time with your brothers.

#male transformation #my writing #transformation

[ihostedpartiesand]

As a scientist, misinformation is what irritates me the most and I've seen a lot of it around here. I'd like to tackle some of them, from nearly trivial, to some less known ones.

(I'm aware I'm not an aesthetic page or anything but please share, this might help someone in some way 💜)

1. Lemon water does NOT benefit your metabolism. Sure, it's refreshing for some people, nothing wrong with it. But don't force yourself to drink it, especially since its acidity may irritate your stomach.

2. Calorie is a unit of energy. What you might be counting (in kcal, that is 1 kcal=1000 cal) isn't measured that accurately. Long story short, measurements are based on direct COMBUSTION, but that's not what your body does, you're a complex being who processes food way differently. So adding low numbers (like <10 kcal) results in such a huge relative error it doesn't even make sense.

3. "*inserts activity* burns *insert number* calories". That's even more complex than the consumption of cals. It comes down to loads of factors: weight, physical activity, muscle mass, body composition, genetics, etc..

4. "net calories" I've seen some confusion about it, personally I'm not a fan of that. Tracking your intake is more feasible. Sure, all it comes down to is "calories in vs calories out" but everything and I mean EVERYTHING burns calories. Pure existence, the functioning of your organs, thinking, breathing, moving a single muscle..you can hardly measure these factors

5. Everything detox related is BS. If you have a functional liver, kidney, lungs, you're good to go. (If you don't, these won't be of help, seek medical attention!) The way they might help with bloating is just a might diarrhea. Yep, they're just overpriced laxatives in a way. But you do you<3

6. The human body's weight fluctuates even when there's no fat gain/loss. Looking at the tendency overtime is informative though.

(haha I just know like no one's gonna see this but I had to get this out of my system xd)

#ed not sheeren #ed twt #pro a4a

[pynkhues]

If at all helpful and/or encouraging, I cannot express how excited I am to read your post-succession fic. You're one of my favorite succession writers and I am waiting with baited breath for this fic :)

Ah! It is, anon! Thank you so, so much. You can have a little snippet if you like - the whole fic's set across two days about two weeks after the finale, so kinda keeping up with the rhythm of the last season, haha.

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Roman texts her again that night, not a cartoon this time at least but a comment about Connor and Willa being back in New Mexico for a few days. Finally putting the old commune on the market, should I buy it? Always thought I’d make a good cult leader, and the place has great bones. Real Waco meets Burning Man potential, hey on a related note, you heard from Kendall since you 🔪

Shiv blinks, types how the fuck is that a related note?

Adds: and maybe don’t put your cult plans in writing or you’ll be done before you even start.

Dipshit.

The typing ellipsis appears on the screen, but Shiv doesn’t wait for him to reply. She has a shower, dries her hair, tells the chef she feels like lamb instead of chicken for dinner and ignores Rosaline’s barely concealed look of annoyance at the late instruction. Whatever. Shiv folds back onto the couch to read the barrage of messages Roman’s sent back in the meantime.

Hmm, good advice, you’re in the cult! A high-level position in the inner sanctum. You can do whatever Gerri’s job was.

Unless you think I stand a chance of swaying Gerri…

Pretend I didn’t send that, text withdrawn, you saw nothing, if you ever bring this up you’ll be out of the cult etc etc etc

And re: K – I’ve heard rumours he’s 🍳

Shiv frowns at the little saucepan emoji. Cooking?

She pastes it into Google, but all she gets is hot pansexual which is definitely not what Roman means, and she’s about to send a question mark back when the door opens and Tom steps through.

The air shifts like it always seems to these days, like it has maybe since he made CEO, since he chose her father over her, or maybe even earlier, maybe since he started flirting with a prison stint. It doesn’t chill, like, god, what a fucking cliché that would be, but it feels - - tighter almost. A spring pushed down, like the weight of them is too heavy for the moment. She swallows, slides her phone into to the pocket of her pants and sits up straight.

“Hey,” she says, and suddenly she realises Tom’s holding more than just his usual shit from work. In his hands is a box, which he lowers carefully to the dining room table as he pivots back to look at her on the couch.

“Hey,” he replies, and he looks almost surprised to see her here, or underprepared for her, maybe. Something. An oddly cautious expression on his often oddly cautious face, and it makes her stand up. Makes her close the distance between them, eyes first on him, then the box on the table.

“Good day at the office?”

“Sure. Matsson was in, but you already knew that.”

Shiv hums, offering nothing of her meeting with him, and glimpses instead the top of a frame in the box.

“What’s this?”

Somewhere behind them, she can hear Rosaline in the kitchen, the fzzt of the gas stove top and the whir of the oven, can hear the thrum of the central heating and feel it soft as a gloved hand on the side of her cheek, but none of it matters when she sees the first photograph in full.

Her father and Reagan, shoulder to shoulder, hand in short, fat fingered hand.

She glances back up at Tom, her face carefully blank.

“They’re from your dad’s office,” he tells her, like she didn’t know, shrugging out of his blazer and dropping it to the back of one of the chairs. Leaving it for Tilda to put away later. “I - - it’s been suggested that I move in fairly quickly, just for the. You know. The optics.”

“Oh, sure, clear out the ghosts.”

“Something like that. Marks a transition, I guess.”

Shiv sniffs, can’t help it, thumbs through the photos of her father with heads of state and right-leaning leaders. A few cultural figures, a few musicians. Morrissey and Johnny Cash. Something in her twists in a way it feels it shouldn't.

“Roman knows a guy,” she says, shooting for flippant. “Some sort of business shaman, if you want the place smudged.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Tom replies. His hand finds the edge of the box, the opposite side to where Shiv’s are, curling tentatively against the cardboard. “Most of it's been packed up now, but I just thought you might want these? Or your brothers might. Since they were obviously important to him.”

There’s something earnest to his tone, saccharine and soft, and she wonders if he means it, but in the same breath, she thinks these are worthless and he knows it. Only worth as much as the frames, the glass, the paper they’re printed on – all of them are otherwise online. Digitised in the family archive. The helmets, the medals, the war memorabilia, those are the only things with value.

She wonders if he’s kept them.

“I kept the photo of you.”

Which - -

Shiv blinks.

“You kept my father’s photo of me,” she echoes, and Tom must hear something in it, because he takes his hands from the edge of the box, shakes his head.

“It’s just a photo, Shiv. A nice photo.”

“Of me.”

“Of you.”

The one Matsson had his hands on in the office before he made clear she’d be fuckable to him again after she’s had this thing. A photo of her from before she and Tom even met, one where her hair was long and her face still round and soft with the last flush of her adolescence, even though she was in her twenties by then. She can even remember when it was taken – a father’s day photoshoot with her and him for Vogue, a spread and a story about the beautiful, promising daughters of hard, powerful men. Dad had had every photo from it printed, hell, she’d even kept a few herself, but Tom keeping it, Matsson holding it - -

The thought sinks somewhere deep in her, and she tucks her hair behind her ear, pushes the frames back in the box until the one of her father and Reagan faces up again, and somewhere beside her, Tom shifts his weight.

“He didn’t have any pictures of your brothers in there, you know. Guess you were the favourite.”

It’s something, she knows, an offering maybe more genuine than the photos, but all she can think is what does that matter? Where the fuck has it ever gotten her?

She turns, offers him a flat smile, and Tom gives one back.

#there's actually not that much tom in this fic (although he kind of haunts it a little) #but all four sibs'll be there bullying each other into surviving <3 #but yes haha #thank you again anon! #this was a lovely ask to get #succession fic #welcome to my ama

[crypticsesh]

Pain changes a person.

No one knows this more accurately than myself. At 33 years old, I should be enjoying my life. I should be out having adventures, being happy, and just enjoying all that life has to offer.

My life though actually reads more like a tragic tale of sadness and self despair.

It started with my knees. A small ache here and there. No need to worry. My job had me moving around a lot and maybe I just sprained something. The pain continued to grow throughout the oncoming weeks. Each night I'd lay on the couch with an ice pack on each knee trying to reduce the pain. Nothing seemed to work. I went from walking around like any normal person to barely being able to stand.

Then comes the torturous process of finding a doctor who'll actually see you. The medical system is notably known for fat shaming. Looking at your weight as the sole problem for all your aches and pains and what ales you. So I fought. I fought to be seen. For years. The only answer I ever got was lose weight. Everything would go back to normal if I just lost weight. But how do you lose the weight if you can't walk? How do you begin a physical transformation when you can't physically handle your day to day tasks? The doctors had no answers. So I continued to search.

10 years and a lifetime gone and I found a doctor who actually saw me. We tried various forms of PT, injections, topical gels, pain meds, anti-inflammatory meds, everything. Nothing helped. So after everything failed we tried a last ditch effort to see if weight loss would indeed help. He told me numerous times that my weight MAY be a contributing factor, but it isn't the sole contributing factor. So more medication it was. Weightloss meds were added to my growing medication collection. These days I'm up to 12 pills every morning.

So the medication worked. I lost 50 lbs in two months, but with each pound lost new pain crept into my life. My back started to ache so unbearably bad that I couldn't handle the pain.

We set up an MRI of my back and found the answers we'd been searching for, for so long. Bulging disc's, nerve damage, pinched sciatica, and arthritis. It gave an explanation for everything. I was diagnosed with Degenerative Disc Disease. What it didn't explain was what happened. What caused my back to completely shift to an unbalanced and decaying state? I still don't know. I've never been in a major accident. Never fallen from a great height. There's no explanation for my body to be the way it is.

All this to say, pain changes people. Sometimes slowly. So so slowly. It creeps into your life and carves out its own space deep inside. Killing off the joy, happiness, and beauty that life brings. I've been living in the body of an 80 year old for the past 15 years. The arthritis has spread, and continues to do so at a faster rate then id like.

It's funny, not so much haha funny, but ironic funny...when I was a kid I'd see the older folks sitting and fussing about the weather. Rubbing their joints and saying, "looks like a storm is comin in". I'd look at them with fascination and an understanding that youth brought with it, that they were just silly old folks. They were just making up stories like they do. I'll be damned if my arthritis doesn't flare up when a storm is brewing, when the weather changes, or hell if the wind blows the wrong direction. It's funny how I can look back and remember moments like that. I can look back at all the pictures I took when I was younger and I can see the happiness lit up on my face. I can see my smile reaching my eyes and a glow just burning brightly. I miss that. I miss being happy. I miss seeing the beauty around me. I look in the mirror today and I don't recognize who it is staring back at me. My eyes are dead. There's no glow left in my body. Each day the pain just hammers more and more into my system. Burrowing its way into my soul. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. I don't know what my life will look like a year from now, hell 5 years from now. It's scary to think about. To wonder how much more decrepit I'll become.

Throughout all of this I wish I could say I've grown to love my body. That I see how hard it's working and see how beautiful that is.

I'd be lying.

How can you love something that is constantly hurting you more and more each day? How can you give love to something so broken and damaged. I don't know how to accept love. I don't know how to love this body when each day it deteriorates a little more. Leaving me less and less able to do the things I want and need.

Pain changes a person.

It's not always a fast transition. In my case it's taken years. I miss me. Who I used to be. I want so badly to go back to the person I was. I miss her.

I miss who I was before the pain.

#chronic pain #chronic illness #spilled words #my words

[thatsalrightprettymama]

Can't Think I'm Pretty

A/N: Here's an angsty Austin x Plus size reader fic! I hope you all really enjoy this one! I was listening to the recommended songs on my fics playlist I made on Spotify and this amazing song Fat Funny Friend by Maddie Zahm popped up. I recognized and liked the song from TikTok, but as I listened to it I got inspired to write this and the Alt. Version that I'll post later when it's finally finished haha. This one's on the shorter side but I still love it. As always it's unproofread, unedited, and constructive criticism is always welcomed! 💙 😂.

Warnings: Heavy mentions of body image issues, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of self-hate, body dysphoria?¿, (If there's something not mentioned that you find triggering please tell me.)

Word Count: 2.1K

You stand in your underwear and bra and look at yourself in the mirror. You were supposed to be getting ready for tonight’s date with Austin, but that was before you saw yourself in the mirror and really noticed your body after finding your old favorite dress felt a bit snug when you tried it on. As you raked your eyes across your body in the reflective glass, you couldn’t believe how much you’ve really gained during lockdown. You weren’t a stick before Covid, but you also don’t remember your thighs being that wide, or your stomach this pouchy and soft. As you continued to analyze yourself in the mirror you don’t notice Austin stepping into the bedroom.

Biting his lip he watches your eyes critically look at your reflection, and he can’t help but feel his heart hurt at the idea of why your looking at yourself like that. He wished with every fiber of his being that you could just see yourself in his eyes, even if just for a minute, so you could finally see how gorgeous and amazing you were. “What are you doing babe?” He softly asks as he softly steps behind you, alerting you of his presence but not distracting you from your thoughts.

“Why are you with me?” You ask so softly, that Austin has to strain his ears to hear you as you continue to stare at yourself ignoring the burn of his gaze. You don’t see how he looks at you with a heavy heart after your question. “What do you mean babe? I’m with you because you’re so beautiful and smart. I swear you have the biggest heart I’ve ever seen anyone have, and I can’t believe how lucky I am that I get some of that space in your heart.” He sweetly tells you, his raspy voice trying to comfort and assure you but doesn’t realize how deep you’ve steeped in these thoughts till he hears you give a watery scoff. “My heart isn’t the only thing big on me. Hell I’m just plan big, fat, huge however you want to say it.” You scoff as you pinch the skin at your hip dip, hating how soft the skin in your hands felt. Austin feels his heart break as he watches you grab and internally criticize the skin he adores.

“Why are you with me? I’m fat, my stomach pouches out, I have fucking wings!” You begin to tell him as you get upset, letting go of your hip to lift your arm and shake it before you grab your some of the meat on your thigh and continue your emotional monologue, “My thighs jiggle too much, and I just don’t understand why you’re with me or why you want me! You could have any woman you want!  You could have so many women that are thinner, prettier, and just better than me. I don’t know how you can want this body when I would sell my soul to look in the mirror and see a different one. One that I could be happy in.”  As you confessed your inner thoughts to him, tears formed in your eyes burning them as you finally let out some of the self-hate you’ve held in.

Austin’s heart crumbles as he hears every word you say. Your soft thick voice ringing clear in the silent bedroom as each word hammers at his heart. Coming up behind you he causes your burning tears to fall as he grabs your hand from your thigh, clasping it in his large hand as he brings it to join his other arm wrapped around your stomach. Sniffling he pulls you closer against him as he leans his chin on your shoulder, tears starting to well in his eyes as he watches you in the mirror. “Hey, hey, Y/N look at me sweetheart. Look at me.” He softly but firmly commands you as he swallows his own tears down.

“I hate that you think all of this about yourself, and I’d sell my soul to have you not ever think any of that shit again. “ He softly whispers into your ear as your red eyes finally meet his blue eyes in the mirror. “I hate that you tear yourself down with these toxic lies you tell yourself. Never once seeing how truly beautiful and amazing you are. “ He tells you thickly as you continue to sniffle, trying to focus on his words as he continues. “Those wings you hate? They’re the only arms I want around me when my life’s high or low. They’re the arms that make me feel at home wherever I am in the world.” He tenderly tells you, each word squeezing your heart as they try to fight the self-hate roaring around it. Softly kissing your head, he swallows the lump in his throat again as they burn it. “Those thighs you think are too thick? I love them. They give me one of my favorite views when I’m laying on them and look up to see you staring down at me with those shinning Y/E/C eyes. I could die between them and die happy.” He thickly jokes as you listen to each word, another wave of tears starting as you hear him.

“Aus-“ You go to thickly say as you watch him shake his head. “No, baby you asked and got to talk, now it’s my turn to answer and tell you. Maybe, Maybe this time you’ll finally hear me and believe me.” He thickly tells you as you watch his tears finally begin to well, his blue eyes shinning with tender love as he stares into yours. “That pouchy stomach you don’t like? I love it as much as any other part of you. Laying my head against it as you wrap your arms around me is the only thing that can make those days where it’s hard to breathe or hard to think cause of my anxiety, better.” He confesses as he holds his tears in, each word battling that ugly monster in your heart and finally chipping at its armor. “It’s the stomach I want to carry my children one day, because I love you so damn much Y/N I can’t imagine a future without you by my side.” He confesses as he squeezes you against his firm body.

As you look into his eyes in the reflection you couldn’t help but feel loved. Between his eyes and every word he’s spoken he’s finally battled off that monster for today. You really wish you could believe these words forever, but you know these thoughts will just keep coming back. Turning in his grasp you press your puffy cheek into his chest. “I love you Austin, I’m sorry I get like this, I-“You go to softly sniffle as your tears start to calm, finally allowing his embrace comfort your heavy heart. “You have nothing to be sorry for baby, I just wish you could see yourself through my eyes.” He softly tells you as he runs his fingers through your hair while kissing the top of your head.

“I know you probably hate thinking that shit more than I hate the fact that you do. But you have nothing to be sorry for, you can’t help what your mind does to you. Though I do promise I’ll do everything I can to fight those thoughts for the rest of my life.” He honestly vows to you, his tender words warming your heart and you find yourself somehow falling deeper in love with him more. “Oh I love you Austin.” You softly tell him as you lean up and stare at him, removing your head from his chest to softly kisses you. As you press your ips against his soft pillowy ones, he responds and tries to pour all his tender love and adoration of you into it.

Breaking apart you lean your head back onto his chest and just enjoy being help by him. The simple comfort of his strong arms holding you to his chest soothing you. “Well I kinda do have to be sorry about ruining date night. Especially since it would be our first one since things started to get lifted.” You bashfully admit into his chest before you feel his hand come to your face and tilts your head up to look at him. “Baby, you’ve not ruined any date night. Go put on your favorite, but comfortable, outfit on.” Austin tells you making your heart tug as you bite your lip, hating what you were about to tell him.

“Austin babe, I- I don’t really..” You go to tell him as he chuckles and shakes his head. “I know you Y/N, we’re not going out. We’ll have another date night here babe. I’ve just got an idea.” He tells you smiling at you, that you can’t help but catch it and give him a small smile back. “Alright babe, thought what’s your idea?” You ask curious as you watch something shine in his eyes. “You’ll see but get ready, give me an hour to set it up and get ready, and meet me in the kitchen.” He tells you before softly kissing you before letting you go. “Alright then, I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” You tell him as he smiles and leaves.

Sighing you take a moment to collect yourself the emotional rollercoaster you had just been on, before you start to get ready. Thinking of Austin’s words you put the jeans that you always thought you looked good in on, with your favorite shirt Austin got you when he got you after you came to Australia with him, and your favorite shoes. Going into the bathroom you bite your lip at your reflection and wash your dried tears away. Still wanting to really treat it like a date night you did some light make-up. Finishing up you walk into the bedroom and look at the clock, seeing there were only ten minutes left for his requested time frame, you left the room and headed to the kitchen.

Walking into the spacious modern designed room, you see Austin stand next the breakfast bar with your mini polaroid box. “Whatcha got that for?” You ask you watch him slightly jump before looking to you. “Hey I had ten minutes left!” He teases you as he abandons the box on the bar and walks towards you meeting you in the middle of the kitchen. Kissing you softly before telling you, “You’re so beautiful Y/N, you always do.” Smiling you wrap your arms around him, his smile making you ignore the thought of how your underarms squish against his shoulder as you allow yourself to accept and believe his loving words for the night.

“Thank you handsome, but that still doesn’t answer my question. What’s with my camera babe?” You ask still smiling but curious. “Well I just figured we’d take some pictures of our movie night, try to make you see a bit of what I see.” He answers softly as he smiles as you, making you realize how lucky you are to have someone like him. You kiss him softly again before you remove your arms from his neck, and let him lead you to the set up on the back yard he had done.

You two spend the night watch your favorite movies, having silly moments, and you don’t even pay mind whenever the flash goes off on you. Austin makes you forget about your low moment and you have fun with him on your small date night. Though you really didn’t realize what he meant about seeing some of what he saw with the pictures till you woke up the next morning. When you got up and went into the bathroom, you noticed a small picture taped to the mirror with a post-it note.

Rubbing your eyes you look to see that it was a picture of you from last night under the note. Pulling it from the mirror you started to read the note: “I promised I’d spend the rest of my life helping you fight those thoughts and realize how wonderful and beautiful you really are. I love you Baby. I love how you smile in this picture, I love how happy you look. I want to see you this happy forever.”. You feel your chest squeeze as you read his words before you looked at the picture. Biting your lip you looked at the small polaroid and saw you, You were smiling, your eyes were scrunched up as you leaned back on the patio couch. Staring at the picture, you couldn’t believe how amazing Austin really was.

#austin butler #austin butler fic #angst #hurt/comfort

[shrodingersbox]

hiiiiiii there hi i'm so sorry for the disturbance, but i'm in the process of putting together a personal reference document on early ( to be precise, late pleistocene in europe ) humans, and their way of life, starting from the smallest domestic things to necessities for surviving their native climate - including the way they would prepare and utilize animal parts for clothing, bedding, shelter etc.

i need to disclaim that it's not some serious thing! it's not for academia or anything else, i am just-- god this is shameful --- putting together a tabletop campaign with a hilarious amount of research for an ice age setting that also incorporates magic and dinosaurs 😭

so, the specific reason i'm here ( and in a couple other inboxes, you might see me ) is because i am looking for resources on how one could prepare animal parts - skin, hair, bone, antlers - without relying on any modern tools, chemicals, etc.. and how such prepared products would differ from those you'd see today.

fun things i've been told so far, but which might not be accurate, is that large anthills could be used to clean bones over the span of a month or so ( paired with cooking the bones, but i'm not sure if that'd be before or after? ) and that the process of tanning in some cultures includes smearing the hide with a mixture of animal brain, liver and salt. if you live by the sea, very resourceful!

unfortunately i have basically zero practical experience with 'natural' tanning methods because i'll be honest, they're super hit and miss and most people these days who try them either quit or go to a synth tan because it's actually reliable.

that being said, the options you have are, generally: brain, egg, and leaf tanning (from what i understand.) the hides still need to be scraped out, usually on a rack with a knife or ulu-like tool to remove flesh, fat, and to thin the skin, and then painted with the fat or soaked in the tannins. then the hides will need to be broken as it dries and smoked - the smoke is actually one of the most important parts as this is what actually finalises the tanning process. it's difficult to keep the fire at a good temp for smoking and not burning and it takes several hours to do. if you don't smoke the hide it won't be waterproof and thus not useful for garments or furniture :)

i am assuming, at least, that these hides won't be as soft as a modern tan, but will be usable as evidenced by, uh, well, our ancestors using them for millennia haha.

what i do have more experience with "natural" methods is bone cleaning! i have tried the anthill method and personally it was better for cleaning off skulls that already are mostly clean, but it still wasn't that great imo. dermestids, as you've probably heard, are the best for the job but in the wild they aren't as reliably available and prefer dried-out/jerkeyed meat. so great in the desert, not so much if you're in the fantasy equivalent of the american pacific northwest :')

i use flies - just normal ass flies, since maggots like wet/rotting meat - and a combo of that + maceration (soaking the skulls in water so bacteria help eat the flesh) can get a skull clean in about a week if the weather is warm. this is, of course, the stinky way to do it, and there's usually some gross cleanup afterwards in the form of picking your bones/teeth out of the meat and hair soup, but the maceration water helps to degrease the skull as it rots. if you cook a skull it can damage the bone and make it brittle, as well as cook grease into the bone and make it really gross, stinky, and it will leach grease for eternity. if your characters have watertight containers that flies have access to and don't mind smelling rotting meat for a week, that's the way i would go.

hopefully that helped! and don't be ashamed of writing for ttrpgs, i spend every other saturday of my life playing dnd (now to be pathfinder as soon as the dm gets the system figured out) and yes, i have played a guy obsessed with bones (rip kip carrol you were my favourite). of course, he could magically clean bones, but y'know.

#long post / #questions

[kitausuret]

2022 Year in Review

Tagged by the delightful @seek--rest .

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 19 new pieces, and 3 chapters updated on Dust to Dust.

2. Word count this year: 63,201 (wow!), with 17,337 of those words having been added to Dust to Dust.

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Venom (comics), Marvel 616, MC2 (Marvel), Spider-Man (comicsverse), Fantastic Four (comicsverse), Carnage (comics), Scarlet Witch (comic), Venom (movies)

4. Pairings: - Eddie Brock/Flash Thompson/Venom Symbiote - Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson - Flash Thompson/Venom Symbiote - Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote - Dan Lewis/Anne Weying/Venom Symbiote/Eddie Brock ...and then a bunch of platonic pairings as well! But we would be here all day for that.

5. Stories with the most... (note: I am excluding DTD since that has been a multi-year project) Kudos: Don't Misread the Signs (D.A.V.E.) - 85 Bookmarks: Don't Misread the Signs (D.A.V.E.) - 21 Comment Threads: Complicate Me, Elevate Me (Symbiot3) - 8 Word Count: Finding the Light Again (Symbrock, VenomFlash, Symbiot3) - 5,206

6. Work I'm most proud of... Honestly? Dust to Dust is the obvious answer, because any progress I make on it, I consider an accomplishment... but I'm really, stupidly happy with how "Anywhere but Here" (Eddie Brock | Venom & Mary Jane Watson, set during Maximum Carnage) turned out. MJ is such a complicated character with such a long, long, long history behind her and I'd wanted to address the friction between her and Venom for an awfully long time. As you can see by the bottom (being shameless here) I was happy enough with it that I wanted some art, and @maydayparkers was kind enough to indulge me.

7. Work I'm least proud of: Kind of an odd question? I'm proud of everything I wrote this year, haha, but hmmm I wish I'd done more research on the Fantastic Four comics of the era before writing "A Day at the Park". I felt pretty unsure going into writing it, because I really wanted to write the time that the Venom Symbiote was in the custody of the F4 but I didn't want to read the Byrne F4 run... still, it's not like me to write something in an era where I'm largely winging it. I'm glad the fic was well-received regardless, I loved writing ReedSue (and Franklin!).

8. A favorite review I received: Let me tell you something: I got not one but two really heartfelt comments on "The Look of You" (symbiot3, a focus on Eddie), which is a fic I was a little nervous about posting but I'm so glad I did. I also got some beautiful art done by my friend Nex (my commission is the second picture in the link), which you can see also at the bottom of the fic.

@guessimabasicnerdgirlnow also left me these really sweet words:

Aww, this is beautiful. We don’t see fictional men with body image issues often, but this fits Eddie very well, he’s very proud of those muscles so it’s easy to imagine that the idea of getting fat would bother him. Good thing he has two loving partners that are there for him to help him accept this new shape and understand that it is healthy. (And who also helped him reach this healthy state in first place). Ah, and isn’t this setting a fan’s perfect fantasy: them all happy and living in decent conditions, getting healthier, loving and supporting one another? 🥺

I also had a close friend reach out to me after reading the fic to tell me how much it meant to her, and that she really enjoyed seeing a story where weight gain and body shape change were portrayed as a positive thing. In fact I'm getting a little choked up and teary just thinking about what she said because it really, really touched me.

Like... a lot of what I write is just kind of silly, self-indulgent stuff. Or fluff. Or smut. But this is one that was really important to me.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: Uuuuhhh gosh. I burned myself out pretty hard after Symbruary, but I managed to get "Complicate Me, Elevate Me" out as my 100th fic after a DTD update. It's probably my favorite Symbiot3 smutfic that I've written so far. Porn with feelings! It took me forEVER to finish, though, especially given that I'd started it back in February.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: When I was trying to come up with ideas for Comics Scarlet Witch Week, which eventually led to "What Binds Us Together", I was stunned to discover that Victoria and Wanda had canon interactions together. I guess I surprised myself with how much I enjoyed writing them together, to the point where I'm excited to write them in a much larger piece for this year. I love... women.... 💋

I also created an attorney OC for Dust to Dust Chs. 12-13 that I got really weirdly attached to LOL. Jason Tolliver, you deserve better than what I put you through.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: From "Stranger in a Strange Land" (Andi Benton | Mania & April Parker), which I wrote for Symbruary Day 1:

Her expression wavered. For a second, it looked like April was going to break down, but all at once, her whole face set. She ground her teeth and shoved past Andi. “You’re wrong. I’m not like any scenario you’ve ever known.”  She watched April keep going. And then- “Mania was made in a lab.” April stopped.  “My… my symbiote. It - she was made in a lab. Just a piece of the Venom symbiote. A copy.” Andi stepped closer, uncertain at first, but her voice growing clearer as she went on. “For the longest time, she didn’t know who she was, or how to feel, or where she belonged - even getting attached to me, it was a mistake. She was alone, and scared, and all she’d ever known her whole life was anger and hatred.”

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: I expanded into quite a few more pairings! I wrote my first Parksborn fic, I wrote a fic focused just on Tarna and her partner from Venom: Space Knight, my first proper PeterMJ fic, and my first fic with Jubulile as Toxin's host. I also wrote my first fic with Wanda that I've truly felt proud of (sorry, Wavelengths) with "What Binds Us Together".

13. How do you hope to grow next year: Honestly, I want to continue expanding the characters and pairings I write about. I want to explore a wider variety of characters - like honestly. I want to write more women. That might sound silly but it's true! I just need to get some of my ideas actually into Fic Form instead of just rolling them around in my head.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year: Oh gosh oh gosh. There are so many people I could tag here. @amaronith, always, for never letting DTD die and for always supporting my symbiot3 works. @softgrungeprophet for the HOURS of conversation about PeterFlash and HarryFlash and Flash Generally Speaking. @theopolis for accidentally giving DTD a B plot by getting me into Harry (like, REALLY getting me into Harry). @seek--rest for her insight on fic stuff and encouraging me to go outside my comfort zone. The 3 artists I commissioned for works based on my fics. @decaffeinatedparadisemaker for just being an absolutely delightful person to get to know and I love talking to him about fic stuff. @oliveroctavius for also giving me Harry brain worms but in a different way. Possibly a worse way. I have a WIP inspired by one of his pieces, it's.. it's definitely something lol.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: There's a character in one of my fics named after one of my co-workers. That's all I'm gonna say!

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: Don't read comics or you will get way more ideas than you will know what to do with. Also don't read comics intending to learn more about one ship because you'll just end up completely fixated on a different ship and before you know it you've got a high school au with a meetcute between a football player and a marching band pit member and also it's based on the Gwen Stacy mini.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: OBVIOUSLY I'm looking forward to getting back to Dust to Dust. Hopefully this weekend I'll finish the New Year's Eve Coffee Bean Gang fic I meant to finish.. uh.. last weekend. But otherwise, there are a tooooon of WIPs in the most recent entries of the asked and answered tag. Have fun!

Here's a little snip from the NYE fic though:

“Well, I hope that Petey-o gets here before the ball drops,” Mary Jane said. She did a little spin, sending her sequined skater skirt twirling around her hips before she stopped and draped her arms over Gwen’s shoulders. She leaned in with a wide grin. “Or else I’m going to get the first kiss of the new year from Miss Gwendolyn.” Gwen flushed bright pink and turned to dislodge her friend’s arms. “Now that’s ridiculous. Can you imagine all those people down in Times Square, just… just kissing strangers? All because of, what, the time of the year? Getting twenty dollar hats and stupid novelty sunglasses you can only wear for one day, tourist madness, all night cleanup for—”

Me: it's a PeterFlash fic Also Me: it's an Everyone fic

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: Not sure who hasn't done this, but if you'd like to, you definitely should go for it! Or even just answer the questions you want, I'm not your boss.

#asked and answered #kinda?? i was tagged #tag game #kita talks writing #i am absolutely not normal about The Look of You though I'm seriously so like... i love that one so much #it's my new comfort fic #that and CMEM hehehe #it was a great year for writing actually

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I posted 1,941 times in 2022

That's 641 more posts than 2021!

867 posts created (45%)

1,074 posts reblogged (55%)

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I tagged 1,909 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#haechan! - 560 posts

#asks! - 457 posts

#sunny thinks! - 198 posts

#anon! - 165 posts

#nct dream! - 109 posts

#sunny thinks! :: about haechan <;/3 - 91 posts

#chip &lt;3 - 83 posts

#recommended! - 72 posts

#mark! - 72 posts

#nct dream fluff - 62 posts

Longest Tag: 73 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

no bc Imagine that haechan have so much confidence in you that he asks you to pick up their little brothers from school because he’s busy, and when they see you they are super excited because they love their brother’s girlfriend and want to play with u :(

no bc .

pairing: bf!hyuck x (fem!) reader ft. hyucks brothers who don't have names LOOOL

genre: fluff, established relationship! AU

warnings: none i think

word count: 652 words

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662 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

#4

Say it again.

pairing: boyfriend!hyuck x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship!AU, slight roadtrip!AU

warnings: is mentions of being pushed into the sea a warning also this is super cheesy idk

word count: 1k words

a/n: monch cronch im in love with black hair hyuck

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kflixnet @nct-writers @k-radio + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy &lt;3

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675 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

#3

Tell me everything.

↳ Best friends are supposed to tell each other everything, but Donghyuck isn't all that sure if he can tell you about his feelings. (He obviously also doesn't know that you have a big fat crush on him too)

pairing: best friend!hyuck x reader

genre: fluff, crack, slight angst, best friends to lovers!AU

warnings: um parties, mentions of alcohol, reader and hyuck are so fucking oblivious, bro idk i dont rmember writing this fic im so sorry

word count: 8.8k words

a/n: oh my fucking god the rollercoaster this fic has been to me. i swear to god i have never ever been so blocked EVER im sos ososososoooo sorry this is SO overdue man i feel so guilty and at the same time i feel so disappointed in this fic but its ok ^^ i'll just grow out of it in the future and look back and laugh (with tears &lt;/3)

anw BIG HUGE thank you to the godess of editing herself, @jenotapes ! thank you so so sooo much aisha for the beautiful header, i cannot express how much i love it and how thankful i am, it's so gorgeous it's liek theonly good thing about this whole thing HAHA

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865 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

#2

NUMBER 66'S GUIDE 2 LOVE!

↳ Lee Donghyuck is great at baseball, and absolute shit at love.

pairing: baseball player! hyuck x reader

genre: baseball!AU, fluff, slight angst, slight crack, slow burn, bff2l!AU, some pining i think?

warnings: injuries, much swearing, pining and obliviousness, lots of food, alcohol, someone gets drunk, parties, drunk kisses , reader is very light weight, more to be added if found

word count: 15.5k words (edited and updated on 15/04/22)

a/n: hmhmhmmm yes yet another bff2l sport au fic for hyuck >:) this was originally for (yet another) sports!AU collab before the host (i-m4rk) deactivated :( i would still like to thank aleina nonetheless for the collab, it really motivated me to write &lt;3

thank you @byeolhyesisi for the beautiful header!!!! its stunning i wouldnt have it any other way <33 and another thanks to @hirokari !!!!!!! tysm for being my first official beta reader and for helping me wiht the fic like 2 days before the release!!!!

and with lots of consideration, i've decided to make a playlist for this fic! songs were chosen by mari (once again, @hirokari ) and it's on her acc since my acc has my personal friends and i dont want them to see my fics HAHA

thank you so much for being here, now enjoy the fic my loves!!!!

playlist here !

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1,399 notes - Posted April 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

# TRUTH OR DARE? - l.dh

↳ Truth. Would you be my fake girlfriend for 2 weeks? Dare. Be my fake girlfriend for 2 weeks.

pairing: Lee Donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff, crack, angst, friends to lovers! AU, roadtrip! AU, fake dating! AU

warnings: mentions of mental breakdowns, swearing, lots of food, mentions of violence, but no actual action of it, more to be added if found

word count: 18.1k words

a/n: hey this is my 5th time changing the a/n because just as i thought the fic would be over, it isnt. but hey!! its finally done right? anyways, please please pleasssee tolerate the messy writing my mind was in so many places when writing this fic. In the beginning, i had a completely different plot, but it eventually evolved to how it is now so i know it's gonna be messy at some parts (the beginning <;3)

also note that i know Haechan has siblings, but I didn't want to assume things about them or anyhting, so i made my own oc as his little sister

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1,483 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

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[dreams-of-me]

Hey angel ! Can I ask for some cute FT writing please. It's reader's birthday and the whole FT guild forgot about it. Maybe something bad happened and the guild hall needs to be built up once again so everyone's busy with it. Reader is kinda feeling down but when she gets back home, Natsu and Happy are waiting for her with a cake and a homemade present. Something really cute. Thanks if you do it 😉 Sending you all my love !

Thank you for the birthday wishes my love! And thank you for the ask as well!! I’ve been meaning to cleanse my pallet with a lil fluff so this request is perfect 🫶🏽 I gotchu Lmk what you think and hopefully i gave your idea some justice.

Post Phantom Lord Arc

After the battle with the Dark Guild Phantom lord, the addition of the newer members and recovery of our light fairy Lucy Heartfilia, the guild was abuzz with reconstruction and aiding the citizen of Magnolia rebuild the town your birthday must’ve been overlooked. You tried to hide your disappointment with busying yourself with reconstruction and using your magic to its limit so that you could blame it on being tired but the entire guild just seemed so busy that they didn’t know your lack of character.

“Hi y/n! What can i get for you!”

“Hi Mira, just a lemonade please.”

“Are you alright, you seem a little down?”

“Oh i’m just tired! Nothing a lemonade can’t fix~”

“Oh okay, i’ll be sure to make it extra refreshing for you then!”

“Haha.. thinks Mirajane.”

The hours seemed to fly by after that. You ran around running errands for the guild. After you did all you could do there you went into town and helped with the soup kitchen.

There were tons of ‘thank yous’ and ‘you’re the best’ but they weren’t what you were looking for.

The sun was setting and the day was almost done. You’re not one to dwell on how days went but you couldn’t stop yourself when a tear escaped as you stopped in front of the guild hall.

You felt completely distraught, exhausted, and disappointed. You didn’t expect a big party or millions of gifts, but for the entire town to forget.

You walk into the guild head down, ready for the day to be over.

“Hey y/n! Welcome back!”

“Hey Mira, thanks. Did master need anything else before i headed home? It’s been a long day.”

“I don’t think so. Head home and get some rest!”

“I will, goodnight Mira! Tell everyone i said not to fight too much.”

“Will do.” She smiled cheerfully and waved you goodbye.

You took a long deep sigh and walked along the paved path. Thanks to Lucy who was out visiting Levy at the hospital, you were able to get an apartment a few blocks away from her on the river bank.

Your keys jingled as you opened the door and were ready to shut it and break down. The smell of burned bread stopped you.

“what’s that smell, i know i turned the oven off when i left.”

You walk into the kitchen to find a fish melody, from fried to on a stick. A giant pitcher of lemonade, and a lopsided cake with the words

“Happy Birfday!”

You gasped and turned around when Nastu and Happy yelled “SURPRISE!!”

“i thought the whole town forgot..”

“ no way, we spent all day getting this ready for you!!” yelled Natsu “Right Happy!”

“AYE SIR!!”

You broke down, tears uncontrolled and streaming down your face. You ran to them and hugged them as tight as possible.

Even if the world was ending, you knew these two would be there for you. If it weren’t for all the hard work the rest of team Natsu were doing you know they’d all be here too. You’re grateful for your fairy tail family. You let the boys go and wipe your tears

This time your smile is genuine and full, just like you’re heart when you say

“Okay then, what are we waiting for? LETS EAT!”

The feast that took all day to prepare was gone in an hour.

“Hey Y/n, there’s one more thing we got you!”

“please guys i can’t eat anymore” you cried.

“ITS NOT FOOD!! Y/n is so fat.. tehee”

“SHUT IT CAT! Well if it’s not food what is it?”

Nastu hands you a snow globe. The fairy tail guild is in it.

“Aww so sweet! Thanks guys.”

“That’s not all, hold it and use your magic power! It’s the best part!”

You did as you were told. Flashes of light exited the orb. Showing an array of memories from your time at he guild. From your time with team Natsu, from your smiles and laughs with everyone else.

You couldn’t help it when you cried again.

“Thank you guys, at first the day started off so rotten, but thanks to you all, the joy i feel is immeasurable.”

“We love you y/n, you’re family. If you can count on one thing, count on that.”

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Encore

Here goes to the last bit of my vacation before heading back to reality.

I've made promise to Uncle Alex to hike up to The Glasshouse when we were in UK. And we are making it come through.

Please excuse the gold fish eyes cause we woke up early for the climb to avoid the sun. Very typical me.

Uncle Alex likes to go to the bank just to chit chat and talk to people although he has no business there. He tricked me to drive him there so he could have a coffee with the relationship manager. Crafty!

Having a meal at MamaKim was amazing. It's such yummy and healthy meal that I wish Cambodia has it. Just look at the sizzling stone pot!

After all the eating, time to burn some fats with Uncle Alex by cycling for quite a distance. When we were cycling towards the Penang bridge, we saw a couple taking pictures. We cycle further north and when we came back, we still see the couple taking pictures! Haha! And Uncle Alex was kind enough to help them take a picture together.

Before driving back to KL on the 6th Jan 2023, we gathered to have a meal together at CRC and I must say, it wasn't as good as I thought. And damn! Super pricy!

We drove down to KL and stopped by Ipoh for some great Nam Heong coffee and lunch. Had Vietnamese food and it taste really good!

That's it. The last bit of my vacation and said hi to Cambodia.

Here's my community. Can they be my genuine friend? Probably the four legged who was looking at us could be one.

#hiking #glasshouse #cycling #exercise #mamakim #food #CRC restaurant #connect group #kingdomcity #Penang #Kuala Lumpur #Phnom Penh #Malaysia #Cambodia