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brisquad-unit-4402 · 1 year

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being gorgeous

HAHA SORRY I'M A LITTLE LATE TO THE 2.0 REVEAL THIRST PARTY i passed out while writing this yesterday and it shows. and then i've done nothing else today except for write, eat a donut, write, reheat some pork chops, write, join an online meeting, and write. it's 8:23 am. bonus points if you can pinpoint the exact moment i dropped my phone and fell asleep last night. and also the point where it turned morning here and i started getting goofy. literally no matter what happens all roads lead to Oh My God Why Is Shu So Beautiful

funny story while i was writing this: i wrote p much all of this on my pc and i have all of the noctyx puppets around my desk area but taichou is the only one that's actually on the desk and when i was starting out for the day i couldn't concentrate because he was just staring at me like ._. so i turned him around to face the wall and somehow that was what kicked off 3631 words???

shoutout to 🍰 anon for making soooo many of my neurons activate. we have a mutualistic symbiotic relationship and i think i'm going to go insane. i've spent the better part of the last 24 hours just writing this and nothing else i think i've actually lost it.

tags: established relationship, suggestive content, making out, 2.0 outfit, praise kink, humiliation kink, hurt/comfort, self-image positivity ig?, soft dom reader, gender neutral reader, sex references under the read more but there's no actual sex lol

⚠ suggestive/sexual content, praise kink, and humiliation kink under read more. content under read more is not intended for minors

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All that muscle, and still Shu finds himself between a wall and a hard place. He wanted to try on something new, and naturally you were the first to check him out.

And, God, you checked him out. He wore a loose black robe covered in the skeletons and bones you were so used to seeing on a daily basis. The robe nearly grazed the floor of the changing room, and as he shuffled his feet, the fabric wrapped around the outline of Shu’s strong calves before returning to rest. A plume of fur adorned one shoulder while the other bore a moon pauldron that only drew your eye to the broad shoulders underneath. He tied his long hair up into a ponytail, the dark interrupted by streaks of pink and blond by his bangs, and purple hair fell down his back and caught the gleam of his bright eyes.

Though those bright eyes were cloudier with the shyness of being the center of your attention. He resolved himself to confront it. He cleared his throat and met your gaze, and asked, “Do you like it?”

“Shu, look at yourself.” You grasped him by the shoulders and turned him around to face the mirror. “Of course I do. You’re beautiful.”

He tried to keep a straight face, but there was no way he’d be able to hide his red ears with his hair tied up. “How do you just say things like that so easily?”

“Because it’s true,” you said. You rested your chin on his shoulder, right next to the armor, and watched the mirror as his face turned to roses the same shade as the marking on his forehead.

You get comfortable. “You’ve always been so handsome no matter what you do.” Your hands hold him by his waist, but it doesn’t take you long before one roams upwards. His waistline slopes out to his chest, and you feel Shu’s body shift as your hand slides under the fabric and cups one side of his chest. The mirror serves as a reminder that you were practically on top of him. “But honestly, Shu, you look so hot I can’t believe it.”

“I- I do?”

You mutter in agreement before you kiss his neck, languid and low where it meets his collarbone.

Shu gasps in surprise as it turns passionate, traces of your teeth along skin usually hidden by his hair. He softens into you as you fondle him, and when you circle his nipple he knows he’s doomed.

Teeth sink into his skin, and his breath hitches at the sudden pain. It quiets as your tongue soothes the mark, and goes blinding as you flick his nipple in time with a long lick. Shu can’t help but moan at that. His shoulder rises as nervous energy drips down his body from where your lips cling to his neck, and he knows you can feel him tremble as you toy with his nipple.

The kisses rise higher on his neck, a line of desperation even though you know you have all the time in the world. It’s more like you need to make him know he’s cherished. You weren’t kidding when you complimented him earlier; he’s always been good-looking, and you’ve never been shy about that. But trying a different look made him just as tense as he was excited, so you’re here to shoo all those insecurities away. After all, you’d be lying if you said his new look didn’t turn you on.

You take a glance at the mirror's reflection. Shu's eyes are shut. His long lashes flutter between his makeup, and his lips are parted as he takes all the sensations in. Meanwhile, you look sly and calculated as you cast a sideways glance to your reflection. A bit of your tongue pokes out of your mouth and along your latest attack.

Using the mirror, you take Shu's head in your hands as your lips run over his ear. His eyes snap open into lovely crystal, stunned and sparkling.

“I don’t think I can resist you,” you whisper. "Look at yourself."

He averts his eyes. "I mean, I'm not all that."

"Oh, you are." You turn him to the mirror as your fingers glaze along his chin. Your nails lightly scratch at his jawline, and he can't help but stare at the movement in the mirror.

Out of the corner of his vision, he catches his expression and nearly kicks himself. Was he really that out of control? His horrors are realized when he notices the bead of saliva at the corner of his mouth. He swats the back of his gloved hand over it.

But you catch Shu's hand before he can even wipe it away. "Don't."

"But..."

"Stay still."

Following your command wasn't so hard. He was frozen in place anyways.

It takes everything he has to not react as you drag your tongue up his jawline between the fingernail scrapes. His heart hammers as your lick curls perfectly around his lip to catch the saliva before sliding it back into place inside his mouth.

He follows what feels natural, and when his tongue meets yours, fire runs in your blood. Outside it, too. Sorcerous flames kick alive around his head, then fade just as quickly as they appeared. He's a light show even in his invisible unconscious, and sparks course in your open-mouthed kiss in jolts of hot heaviness.

The hand that caught his earlier leads him as he takes a step back, then another, and his third ends flush against the wall. Shu's ponytail swirls around from the movement, and brushes along your body as you pin him to the wall of the changing room.

There's a loud smack as you end the kiss, breathless and heated. Shu's lashes blur over his enchanted purple eyes, and a few strands of black and gold-blond hair get in the way of his face.

"So handsome," you say, and move his head back to the mirror. "You can still see yourself?"

He barely rustles out a yes, but you feel his head nod slowly between the nails on his jaw and tangled in his hair.

"Good. I'm glad you get to see how handsome you really are." Your grasp crawls up to his cheek. "Watch yourself, and don't dare to look away. I want you to see yourself become a beautiful mess. Can you do that for me?"

Another nod, slower this time.

"Say it."

Shu swallows, and struggles to put the words together. He didn't think he was ugly per se, but he always thought of himself as just plain average. One of the many so-so faces out there in the world. All your praise breaks through those thoughts like an arrow smack-dab in the center of a target, however, and he's abashed at how easily you can say something he's never considered himself as.

It's unfamiliar. A new feeling, really, and likely the one he was dreading when he decided to wear something new for a change. Shu doesn't consider himself a head-turner—that's usually reserved for one of his friends, and he's used to watching them in the limelight from his own comfortable corner of darkness—so now that he's the one against the wall with eyes on him and nowhere to run, hot shame tempers his blush. The mirror only intensifies the feeling.

He looks back at himself. His hair's already messed up from the hand against his scalp, and one side of his neck peppered with the indentation of fangs along the soft skin. Not to mention his decidedly uncute face, with hands far prettier than his own around his jawline, murky eyes crinkled from his perverted pleasure, and yet another string of saliva down from his swollen-red lips. It was probably left over from the kiss. He thinks he should call it disgusting.

Your face rests along his in the mirror, and he can feel your breath on his cheek as you massage his flustered face. You're way more attractive than he is, and he has to wonder: does such an average-looking guy like him really deserve to have such a beautiful person dote over him like this?

"It's okay to indulge yourself, you know," you suggest. Your voice is golden caramel and rich chocolate. "You really are gorgeous. Even if you don't believe it."

Gorgeous. The word bounces around his head. He's never been called gorgeous before, and he nearly turns away on instinct.

The new feeling, he decides, is being gorgeous.

You smooth over one of the long locks of hair along his chest, where you teased him earlier. It feels like silk through your fingers, and as you reach higher Shu's eyes widen just a little more. Then you see the glassiness between the color, and you realize there's more going on in his head than you thought.

"I'll take care of you, if you want me to." You put your agenda on hold just to make sure you aren't about to overwhelm Shu. "Do you want me to?"

"Reader, do you really think..." Shu lowers his head as he fights to form the sentence. "You really think I'm... that?"

"I do."

"And you're not just saying that?"

"You are, I swear. Here, let's take a break real fast." You step away and give Shu some space, but he keeps his back against the wall. He exhales, and the color drains from his face. “Stop me if you need me to. But when we met, I thought you were really pretty. I really liked your sense of style, and the colors in your hair, and I liked to sneak looks at your biceps." You laugh a little at that. "I love your eyes a lot. They're really bright, and whenever you smile, they always squint a little.

"That's one of the other things I really love about you, whenever you smile. You like to laugh. So you smile often, and it's always because they're something to be happy about, and that makes me happy too. Sometimes because it affects me too, and sometimes, just because I love whenever my partner gets to enjoy himself."

You scratch the back of your head. "And, um, I came off a little strong when I saw you, so I'm sorry if I scared you. I didn't mean to do that at all. It's just that I got used to seeing your usual outfit, so now that you're trying something new..." You laugh again, but this time it's a gentle giggle, and without lust fueling you, you feel a bit embarrassed. "I mean, I really did think you were beautiful before, especially once we got closer, and I got to explore you more. But this is a whole other level. You've really outdone yourself. Like, I couldn't even hold back when I saw you, I was just so attracted to you that I didn’t even think. I really should have, though. I didn’t mean to cross a boundary.”

Shu’s eyebrows raise. “What? You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just that…”

He trails off. He slumps over and slides down the wall with a sigh as he sits. His ponytail rests along the floor and along one of his sleeves. "I know you compliment me often, but I never thought you seriously meant it. No one's ever said things like that to me before."

"Really?" You sit next to him. "Should I stop?"

"No! No, you're fine. I mean. I think... It's not like I didn't like it." Shu buries his face into his hands and groans. "I really liked it, actually. I think it was just too new, and it's second nature for me to deny how good it feels, and—" He cuts himself off to muster up his courage. He lowers his hands just enough to peek out, but his fingers thread through each other and hide his face. "I've never been called gorgeous before."

"Was that okay?"

"It was perfect," he admits. His eyebrows relax, and his eyes squint. You don't need to see the rest of his face to know his lips curved up. But he dilutes his swoon with another sigh, and you can tell he's disappointed in himself as he drops his hands to his side. "I wish I wasn't in my head when you said it. Sorry for ruining a good moment."

"You didn't ruin anything, Shu, what are you talking about?" You reach to hold his hand, but hesitate, unsure if he wants to be touched. But he turns his palm over to met yours, and you connect. "I'm glad we're talking about it, and I'm hoping that it's helping you work through it, too. I'd hate to do or say anything to you that you couldn't handle."

"Thank you. That's really sweet of you." You take in how he wraps his fingers around yours and squeezes. "I'm going to calm down for a moment."

You sit together for a moment. His face is a slideshow between thoughts, and you rub circles along his hand with your thumb as he recomposes himself. You trust him.

You send comfort through your fingertips on the changing room floor, and his deep breathing turns to silence as a minute passes by. Then Shu turns to you, and lifts your hand in his. "Do you want to try again?"

"You're up for it?"

He nods, and this time it's with all his energy. "I was really looking forward to it. Can we?"

"Of course, Shu, anything for you." Already you're starting to feel warm. You get up to your feet, and bring Shu with you.

You're not so sure if Shu is aware of this, but even in his weakest moments, he moves elegantly. Not so much that it looks practiced, but he rises nimble like the shadows he channels his sorcery through. His long hair rests on his sleeves, then slips behind his back airily as the leathery wing along his torso flares with the motion.

He doesn't let go of your hand, even as he steps back and rests against the wall.

"You're okay with this?" You ask.

"It felt nice."

Your hand lets go of his, but it doesn't break away from his glassy-clear skin, and instead takes in the shape of his arm. His inner wrist is so soft, but the skin gets pleasantly rougher as you continue upwards into the plush of his forearm, and by the time you reach the peak of his biggest muscles, the plush turns firm.

The other holds him by his hips right under the sash of his robes. You can wrap yourself so easily around his waistline, and the urge to snatch him up is stifling.

But you're on a mission, and Shu's straight nose is dusted with pink, and when your hands both squeeze his body, a short gleam of fire spirals out behind him, and yet, his vivid, royal eyes are what captivate you the most.

You're so lost in his long lashes and the flecks of galaxy that you feel helpless, even with him pinned underneath you. "Shu, can I kiss—"

You get your answer before you even finish the question.

It's like you never paused in the first place. He enters your mouth first, and you match his movements, crossing along his tongue as if it was your lifeblood. It probably is. Shu has a tendency to unlock hunger like you've never known it before.

His arms unconsciously flex at the contact. Aroused, you drive forward and force him further against the wall, and when you hear the rumble of a moan between your connected lips, your fingers clutch harder at his waist.

Your bodies are flush against one another, and as you lean forward, you feel the telltale silkiness of his hair. You don't dare to open your eyes as you fumble around for a tuft to tangle your hands in. Shu pulses in your mouth as you take hold, and parts just enough to aim for your bottom lip as he returns the favor and bites. You hear a lewd, liquidy smack as he hurriedly glosses over the nip, then back to your parted lips. Every time there's even the slightest tension between his hair and your fingers, you notice, he rushes to kiss you harder.

So when he goes in for another round, you move your mouth away. His eyes flutter open in confusion, then shocks into surprise as you drag him in front of you. The mirror reflects his surprise right back at him.

Your head perches on Shu's shoulder. "You up for this, baby? You want to see?"

The heat returns. His reflection is another reminder of how he's totally at your mercy, and all the shame that comes with being so whipped that he already looks this ruined.

But you called him beautiful earlier. Gorgeous.

He kind of likes the shame.

"Yeah," Shu says, breathless. "Y-yeah, I do."

"Good boy," you coo, and that washes a whole new set of feelings over him that he files away for later. He tucks his chin away, embarrassed at the name, but he's still focused on the reflection as your reach to the top of his head and the beginnings of his ponytail.

Shu grew his hair out long, and you comb through the ponytail as it loosens down his back. "Pretty boy," you say. Your voice is tempting so close to his ear, especially as you gather his hair together. "Pretty boy with pretty hair. You take good care of it."

He lets out a hum deep in his throat as you smooth through it, only for it to turn into a startled choke as you grab at the base of his head. He chides himself for not seeing through your plan, but not enough to stifle how the choke turns into a moan as you pull. His neck jerks back. Then your lips make contact with his nape like a vampire to prey, and the moan turns into an even more humiliating yelp. The mirror proudly displays his neediness, but the high pitch is yours alone to keep.

"Didn't mark this side earlier." You mutter as you blow cool air over your latest kiss, and bask in how he shivers storms. "You like that?"

"Mmm, feels good," he says, voice wavering.

"Sounded like it, too. I liked hearing it. Gives me a chance to keep playing around with you."

His common sense tells him to protest, but he's too enthralled by the rough kisses and pulls. You tug on his hair to move him instead of asking him, and the way that you can command him without even using words both impresses and mortifies him.

It's the bites that send him over the edge, though. His nape is your territory. The first hickeys have already darkened on the other side, and when he sees you ravenous over his elongated neck, it's dirty and starved and lovely.

You press a kiss under Shu's ear and he jolts at the pleasure. When you suck, he inhales shakily, and lolls his head to the side. He had no idea that he just put himself in the perfect position. "Just like that, stay still. That's perfect." You weave your fingers through an open seam in his outfit, and when you leave your next mark, it's with your hands over his chest underneath the fabric. You grope his cleavage. "Perfect, perfect, perfect."

"H-how did you even— nngh, ah!"

His nipples were already hard enough, but then you just had to go and twist the damn thing like it wouldn't send him so far down to hell that he'd come back up in heaven.

"Just like that, Shu, baby, you're doing so well!" A flick on the bud here, a pull on his ponytail there, your words barely able to ring out as you frenzy between the kisses and the licks.

Whatever noise hangs in the air, it's downright pornographic, and it's only when Shu sees his open mouth in the mirror that he realizes that's his voice. It wobbles between a cry and a huff. Pink and purple dances around his hazy reflection, but as aroused as he is, he recognizes them as his harmless fire. He didn't even know he did that.

The fire trails behind his head as everything goes hot. He can barely think straight, but the only thing coursing through his mind is that he's never been able to feel delight like this before.

Where you stand behind him, Shu rolls his hips, his neck still held back against your body. You've been doing such a good job of keeping yourself together, but the slow coursing is a death sentence. You welcome it wholeheartedly.

"Mm, Shu...!" That elegance is seriously biting you in the ass right now. Even when he's horny, he's graceful, but you ache for more.

And even when he's submissive, he's strong. You tend to forget that those biceps aren't just for show.

Shu practically plucks you out of the embrace and to his side. His voice is husky but whiny. "Mirror or not, I'm not about to go down on you standing up."

"Let's get you a bed," you negotiate. The sooner you can get all you love out of your system, the better. "Lead the way, gorgeous."

He doesn't waste any time at all. He holds his arm out along the small of your back and rests his hand against where your hips connect with your thighs, and as you shuffle out of the changing room he keeps you close to his, brushing up against you all the while. You'd almost think he was preening.

"Gorgeous," you utter. Hopefully he learns how one day.

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#shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #luxiem x reader #luxiem #shu yamino smut #shu yamino nsft #shu yamino headcanons #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #luxiem smut #luxiem nsft #luxiem headcanons #4402 writes #this is all over the place but i just want to make out with him.. that’s all i ask.. dies (real)#me strugglin to unreliably narrate shu calling himself uncute while literally everything he dislikes is so hot:#ty to all-nighter 4402 for the hc that shu has reactional flames when he's really emotional couldn't have done it without you

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thefreakydeaky · 7 months

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After the Thrill is Gone

Part Five

Negan Smith x Reader

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: From the first moment you laid eyes on Negan you were inexplicabley drawn to him. The passion between you is hot and only grows more intense the longer you see each other. There is only one problem, you're both married to other people.

Warnings: Dark Fic , Stalking, Stalker behavior, Smuttyness, Adult Language, I'll add more warnings as I post, so please check the warnings for updates on each chapter.

"I made it on the baseball team!" Your eldest son announced at dinner.

You choked on the kool aid you had been drinking. Your eyes watered as you coughed into your napkin.

"That's great, son." Daryl told him.

Your husband patted your back, his expression one of concern.

"You okay?"

You took a breath and then another, your airway now clearing.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine." You wiped your mouth and watched Wyatt as he ate his dinner.

"Hey Wy, are you sure you want to be on the baseball team?"

He nodded.

"Yeah."

"But, you've never played before."

"Yeah, but Coach said I'll learn."

"The only time I've seen you interested in a sport is when you watch football with Dad."

"So?" He said putting another bite of pork chop in his mouth.

"Are you sure this isn't going to be one of those things where your dad and I spend a ton of money on something you only like for the first few weeks, then you're over it and quit?" You pressed.

You noticed Daryl frowning.

Wyatt cocked his head, giving you a perplexed look.

"When did I do that?"

"When you were in karate."

"He was six." Daryl pointed out. "That was a long time ago."

"You don't want me to play, do you?" Wyatt accused.

You were quick to shake your head.

"What? No, no. I'm not saying that."

"Then, what are you saying?" Daryl cut in.

You were at a loss for words. You took a breath to speak, but you didn't know what to say.

"If Wyatt wants to play baseball, we're gonna be supportive of that. Aren't we?"

You swallowed the dejected sigh that wanted to escape your throat.

"Yes. Yes, of course."

"Good." Daryl said gruffly. The disappointment in his green eyes when he looked at you, had you ducking your head in shame.

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It wasn't all that hard keeping up with appearances. Not when he reminded himself he was doing it all for you. He knew what you liked to see, that you preferred his face to have stubble over being clean shaven. When he had grown out his beard over the summer, now that drove you wild.

He didn't shave in anticipation of seeing you. He dressed for the occasion, because today he was going to see you, come hell or high water.

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You struggled to keep your mind on the sermon you heard at church. Some long winded speech about obeying your husband blah blah blah, it didn't sit well with you to begin with and besides that you had a lot on your mind. To top it all off, you felt you were being watched. You looked over your shoulder. Your gaze scanned over the faces of some of the people behind you. No one stuck out to you. Nothing out of the ordinary. You chalked it up to a sinner's guilt.

'I'm under your skin' Negan said and unfortunately, it was true. You had bared yourself to this man body and soul.Now he was threatening to tell Daryl the truth about your infidelity. God help you, you missed Negan. You missed the man he used to be to you, the one that would lay naked in your arms while you caressed each other's bodies and shared your problems, your hopes, your fears. You looked at your little girl in her poofy lavender dress sleeping with her head on your mother in law's lap. If the truth ever came out it could ruin her whole childhood. You felt so selfish.

You noticed then that everyone started standing and scrambled to catch up, looking to the sign in the corner for the page number of the hymn they had begun to sing. You found the page and sang just loud enough to feel like you were participating.

Once you were free to go, you made sure that someone was carrying the baby and took Hunter's hand in yours. Wyatt led the way out of the aisle. Getting out of the busy church was slow going, but finally you made it out onto the lawn. You breathed a sigh of relief. Your mother in law started a conversation with another lady and you resigned yourself to waiting around. Hunter pulled his hand out of yours.

"Can we go to the car?" He asked.

You shook your head.

"Why not?" He huffed annoyed.

"Well, Good Afternoon, Dixon family." Negan greeted coming up to your husband and offering his hand. He wore a navy blue button up shirt and dark grey slacks, his hair slicked back neatly, but his jaw was covered in stubble. You had never seen him looking quite like this. You felt your stomach flip in confusion. You were so attracted to him and yet incredibley uncomfortable with his presence. His gaze bored into you with an intensity that shook you to your core.

You grit your teeth.

He caught sight of your little girl napping on Daryl's shoulder and his expression softened.

"I didn't know you came to this church." You tried to make it sound like more of a comment than an accusation. You dug your nails into your palm.

Negan looked up at the tan and grey stone faced building.

"My wife and I come here every now and then." Negan looked at you, his eyes sliding over your body in the olive colored dress you wore.

"Who would have known, huh?" He commented, his tone light.

A beautiful blonde woman with wavy hair and big green eyes walked up then and touched his arm. You kept finding yourself in such uncomfortable situations because you had made one big mistake.You were filled with regret and disgusted with yourself. This was the woman whose husband you had been sleeping with. You couldn't bring yourself to put on a polite smile.

"Hey Sweetness, I was just talking about you. This is my wife, Lucille."

Daryl introduced himself and when you didn't say anything, he introduced you.

"Their son, Wyatt is in my class."

Lucille smiled with her perfect white teeth and it was a dagger to your pride. The woman was gorgeous, like she had stepped straight out of a magazine. What in the hell had Negan been thinking cheating on her with someone as average as you?

"That's nice, but Babe, we've got to get going." She told him. "They're expecting us at my sister's."

"Right, right." Negan replied. "Nice running into you all. Enjoy the rest of your weekend." He said.

You watched him walk away, Lucille on his arm. You felt confused. Why was he holding on so hard to you when he had her?

Daryl said your name and you turned to find his eyes on you.

"Ma's ready to go."

You nodded and put your arm around Hunter's shoulders. Together you made your way to the parking lot.

#negan x reader #negan #negan smith x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #daryl dixon

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gofordrakgo · 30 days

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Tuesday

@legendary-guest had a brilliant idea about Drakken using tools from his lab when cooking or eating and I immediately had to write this! Go check out her corresponding artwork when you're done reading!

Midnight Writes: #1

Unrelated but happy 100th drakgo fic to me!

“It was a Tuesday and I had made my normal chicken lo mein and I couldn’t find any chopsticks, so I grabbed two of my screwdrivers, and used those instead. After a few bites, I felt a little strange. Hot, and shaky. Sure I was getting the flu I called… Samuels, I think, was my primary henchman at the time…? And had him shut down my takeover-the-world plans for the week. Nobody needs sick henchmen, trust me! They’re a pathetic breed.

Samuels and some other henchmen stole my plans and attempted to enact them without me, to take the world for themselves. That’s how I learned about Kim Possible, but that’s a story for a different day. Well, actually, you already know that story, don’t you? It was you Samuels defected to.

Anyhow, I went to take a shower since I’d gotten so feverish I was sweating and I noticed my fingertips were turning blue! I kept turning the water hotter trying to warm them up, which was peculiar because other than feeling like I was sick I didn’t feel particularly cold.

After giving myself mild burns in the shower I recalled being six and getting food poisoning! My mother really shouldn’t be allowed near pork chops…. Well, I’d gotten so sick then that I kept having hallucinations. I never could handle the sensation of bugs crawling on my skin again after that! I chalked it up to the same thing. I’d been rushing, and likely undercooked the chicken!

It took forty-eight or so hours for me to sleep off the food poisoning, and when I finally was stable enough I realized I had turned blue. But, well, it completed the look. It was a shame, too. It made my old red labcoats look delightfully menacing, though I know you know that, with how fast you stole the color after I switched. But Shego came along and was adamant that she didn’t want us walking around looking like ‘rejected elves trying to steal Christmas’ so blue it was! Good thing I look stunning in all colors, right, Dementor?

I don’t know what I put in that lo mein…. I probably swapped the salt with something from the lab again.

Can you believe Shego tries to say it was because I used those screwdrivers to eat? ‘You were working with radioactive explosives that very day!’

Psh! She thinks I didn’t sterilize them before eating with them! Ha! Everyone knows fire cleans everything.

But yes, that’s the story! I turned blue from food poisoning.”

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hazbinextgeneration · 4 months

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Housed Hearts Ch8 REALTORS And Roses

(Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Mortisfox for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story. Art is by me.

Warning: Mentioning of Rose Losing her eye by having it clawed out, mentioning of Maison being beaten, and Rose's scars.)

The walk all the way back to Maison's main body was tense and stressful with Rose looking over her shoulder every five minutes and increasing her pace every time. Thankfully she was able to get him back before anything bad could happen to him. Thank goodness. The first thing she did was bring him into her home and look him over. He wasn't too bad actually thank gosh. So she cleaned up the sap from his face and carried him back to his main body. If he was to heal the damage to his lure then he needed a long rest. A phonecall was made to Ivy right after, and the next morning she called Ivy again and shoved her phone in Maison's face making him retell her everything and what those people looked like. But Maison soon found out that wasn't the end of Rose's forceful help. She returned later the same day. Didn't even bother to knock. She just opened up his front door with a frown on her face and stared at his still slightly damaged lure limply hanging from the ceiling lamp made of flesh. It was enough to startle him away however.

"Ms. Willow! What are you doing just barging in like this?," his voice echoed throughout the home. "Don't you know it's rude to not knock before entering?!"

Rose answered by just chucking a giant box of food into his house. Fruits bounced around as a few slabs of meat like pork chops and a few hotdogs thudded along with them. "There's your food!" She sounded angry and annoyed at him as she pointed at his limp lure. "You're gonna be out of commission for a while. Y'know why? BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME THAT'S WHY!! So you're going to stay home and heal until this entire thing blows over! I might be in trouble because of you and I have another problem because Heim heard what happened and he's coming over to check on me! So now I have to worry about him out there too! So just digest your food and quite playing with it!" With that she slammed her door shut before he could respond.

HEIM?! THAT BROKEN DOWN SHED COMING HERE?! TO VISIT HER?!

"Dear Rose, please wait!"He was quick to reanimated his lure and wobble after her on sore legs. He winced. Yep. This thing would be sore for a while. The door was quickly yanked back open and he limped out. "ROSE?!"

UPON hearing her name, the red head stopped and turned around to look back at him with a frown just as a certain someone came waddling down the street towards her too. Bristling, he quickly limped his lure down the driveway and towards her as she rose a brow unimpressed.

"Heya pal!" She turned to a huffing and puffing man as he waddled to stop in front of her and wheezed. "Man. I might be getting outta shape."He then smiled at her. "Hey Rose! I came to see how you were!"

She sighed. "I told you not to. I said I was fine. It's Maison that's banged up."

In question Heim turned to look at the limping lure and winced hissing through his teeth. "Golly gee pal. You do look banged up. Did they make off with anything?"

"Oh..Close your yapping front door!," Maison indignantly hissed as a hand rubbed at the tatters of his coat. Those would take the longest to heal back.

Heim however looked back to Rose as she rolled her eye, tilted his head, and then looked horrified. "R-Rose." She turned back to him in question as he nervously pointed at her face. "Bud..What happened to your face there?" Rose paused. "Are ya hurt? D-Do ya want me to call an ambulance?"

There was another moment of silence before Rose sighed. "No. A hospital wouldn't do me any good. I've been living without an eye for years."

Both men stared stunned by that revelation. "....Rose?"

She turned to Maison. And the two just stood there staring at one another. Maison hesitated before holding up a hand to her face. Rose made absolutely no move to stop him as his hand slowly reached over and gently pulled back her silky red bangs from her face. What they were met with startled them into stunned silence. Three long but very thin scars ran across Rose's skin and over her closed eyelid ending partially on her cheek. An incident long since past but etched forever into her skin. For a moment no one said anything until one of them asked.

"...How?"

She only smiled sadly. "It happened when I was a little girl. I was playing in the backyard and ran into something that didn't like me too much." Her hand reached up to rub over the forever closed eyelid. "I have no idea what it was but I've been living with this for a while. Don't worry. It doesn't hurt but sometimes it's hard to see things coming from that side. .... It's a reason I don't like anyone hurt.'' She then pushed on Maison's chest making him blink. "So you rest up and heal." She then turned to Heim. "And I want you to go home immediately and stay there until this entire thing blows over. I'll talk to you both about it once everything's safer and calms down."

They didn't look so convinced especially Maison but Heim nodded. "Alright pal. If that'll really make ya happy. I wouldn't mind a break anyways."

Maison huffed not one to be outdone so easily. "Agreed. But only on the condition that this conversation is continued later. There's more to discuss."

With a nod Rose nodded and smiled widely. "Deal. For now let's all just rest for a long while."

#househunted game #house hunted visual novel #house hunted game #house hunted #house hunted 2 #maison talo #heim baile

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echantedtoon · 4 months

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Housed Hearts Ch8 REALTORS And Roses

Warning: Mentioning of Rose Losing her eye by having it clawed out, mentioning of Maison being beaten, and Rose's scars.)

"Ms. Willow! What are you doing just barging in like this?," his voice echoed throughout the home. "Don't you know it's rude to not knock before entering?!"

HEIM?! THAT BROKEN DOWN SHED COMING HERE?! TO VISIT HER?!

She sighed. "I told you not to. I said I was fine. It's Maison that's banged up."

In question Heim turned to look at the limping lure and winced hissing through his teeth. "Golly gee pal. You do look banged up. Did they make off with anything?"

"Oh..Close your yapping front door!," Maison indignantly hissed as a hand rubbed at the tatters of his coat. Those would take the longest to heal back.

There was another moment of silence before Rose sighed. "No. A hospital wouldn't do me any good. I've been living without an eye for years."

Both men stared stunned by that revelation. "....Rose?"

"...How?"

They didn't look so convinced especially Maison but Heim nodded. "Alright pal. If that'll really make ya happy. I wouldn't mind a break anyways."

Maison huffed not one to be outdone so easily. "Agreed. But only on the condition that this conversation is continued later. There's more to discuss."

With a nod Rose nodded and smiled widely. "Deal. For now let's all just rest for a long while."

#househunted game #house hunted visual novel #house hunted game #house hunted #house hunted 2 #heim baile #maison talo #Housed Hearts

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irrealisms · 5 months

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no apple but a heart liner notes

fic here if you haven't read it!

i had the idea of vitalasubz funerary cannibalism pretty immediately after seeing "cannibalism" on the prompt list. it's a good concept. but i wasn't sure if i could get it to the minimum word count (it ended up juuuuust scraping by) so i decided to write the time loop fic first and then do the cannibalism as a bonus if i felt up for it

and then one of my friends (unrelatedly! without knowing about this!) started talking about eclipse fed cannibalism on discord, and i was like Man....i should write eclipse federation cannibalism....unfortunately i only really have enough ideas for One Scene of it.....and they were like write one scene then! and i went You Know What. youre right. and wrote this in one sitting

for research for this fic i read all of @erstwhilesparrow's mcyt cannibalism fics in a row. check those out if you haven't already: double life desertduo(&/)boat boys, limlife mean gills, 3rd life desertduo, new life owen(&/)scott

i knew basically as soon as i had the idea that i wanted to do stuff with the despawn timer. how much can you eat in 5 minutes, when you're grieving and dissociating and in shock, your action spurred on only by the knowledge that whatever you don't eat will disappear forever? that this is the only way to preserve anything at all of the one you love?

in contrast i did not know until literally the day of writing it that i was gonna do something with hearts-as-hearts. it was a good idea, though.

did you know that after subz dies, vitalasy stands without moving or speaking for 50 seconds, turns slightly, and then continues standing there without doing anything or speaking for another 13 seconds. yeah. fun little canon moment. it's also 63 seconds off the 5-minute despawn timer!

the title is from quattrocento by margaret atwood, which is a great poem. idk how well it actually works for this piece thematically, it works okay i think but i'm not doing a ton with serpent imagery here (even though i could! subz and eclipse are in fact totally doing various mythological snake imageries!) or with garden-of-eden stuff? but the imagery always stuck with me when writing cannibalism stuff and i hadn't gotten to use it for a title yet and figured this was my chance

cannibalism as devotion.... cannibalism as memorial...... mm. good stuff. i should have made a way to make this Eucharistic somehow, cannibalism-as-worship doesn't show up here as much but it would've slapped.

something that didn't make it into the fic but that i did have some thoughts about is vitalasy's feelings wrt zam + subz after this. i think he's glad, on some level, that he got to eat subz and zam didn't, but also he feels kind of guilty for feeling glad, but also he's arguing to himself that he shouldn't have to feel guilty, it's not like he stopped zam from being there, zam wasn't there bc zam isn't/wasn't on their team.

other stuff that is even less fic-relevant but that i've been thinking about is that you could do a lot with "if you kill someone you get their heart" + the various meanings cannibalism can have. cannibalism as domination of an opponent. cannibalism as possession. cannibalism as respecting someone's sacrifice. killing someone and then handing them their own heart to eat, when you kill someone and give them back the heart. yeah. fun possibilities!

shoutout to ihob. nothing much to say here other than i'm glad i somehow included ihob in the vitalasubz cannibalism fic. i love ihob. i love that bacon only eats pork chops even though they're worse than golden carrots! he's on three hearts anyway, what's the added saturation gonna do! i love the dumb fucking three-way contract for its ownership. i love. ihob.

fun fact: the only other fic on ao3 tagged with subz's suicide stream is ALSO a vitalasubz funerary cannibalism fic. i genuinely did not know this until after posting. what can i say, it's a good concept.

#therapists dni #my writing #any british ants in the chat?

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grooveydrew · 2 years

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If slashers weren't slashers,

I think I saw @eerie-candid do something like this, which btw seriously go check them out i love their blog!♡ But anyways I wanted to try my own spin on how I Personally feel the slashers would live as Normies! So let's begin with our dear Sawyers ♡

Drayton, Drayton would own a little restaurant in Texas. It would be one of love those on the road attractions, he'd have some cool stuff in there that he sells and would still be a gas station, he'd still have BBQ but would sell alot of other stuff such as Chilli and pulled pork. His brothers work there sometimes!

Chop, instead of breaking Into the radio shack, he gets hired there! He sorts the records and gets to take them home, he found this to be a good job to help relax himself after Vietnam, working is hard for him especially when it's loud. 4TH of July sucks, so he usually stays in the station and plays songs with the headphones on so he doesn't hear the loud fireworks. He loves working there, after all stretch is his Favorite.

Nubs, Nubs is one of those interesting photographers that take abstract photos that may make some uneasy or even sick, but others may find his work inspiring! He gets pretty famous but mostly cause his work can be controversial, while he doesn't take photos of the dead he does make pretty disturbing scenes with art. I feel like he's very good at doing art. He also is open about his schizophrenia and would really try to spread awareness through his work of mental illnesses such as PTSD that his Twin (who is probably older by a literal Second) has.

Bubs, our little ball of sunshine Became a cosmetologist! He enjoys listening to the gossip and doing peoples makeup, at the beginning he would wear some sort of Mask because he was self conscious, however he had a client who changed his way of seeing himself, someone who was born with the same problem as him, but much worse, however they don't try to hide it, they embrace it, they tell bubs some great advice and since then he hasn't worn a damn mask.

Again this is all my personal opinion!♡

Who should I Do next?

#slashers #slasher community #slasher movies #the texas chain saw massacre #bubba sawyer #chop top sawyer #nubbins sawyer #drayton sawyer #love your self #love your flaws

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luciusaelius · 1 year

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Memories

a kiss could be a powerful connection

Happy Valentine!

this is a Valentine gift in Minekura's Valentine gift exchange.

Dear Crowoxy, I hope you like this story as much as I liked writing it!

This large Saiyuki fan group acts positively on me as a real sanzogroupfamily and I was glad to have this occasion even if I was really afraid at the beginning for I never made a Valentine’s gift like this. Love from Luciusaelius

Also special thanks and happy birthday to Alex.

hope you all enjoy it!

MEMORIES

1. Family dinner

Gojyo finished his cigarette and pushed the stub on the grey stone jamb.

"Where the fuck have those two gone?"

He cast a glance at the set table where a tray filled with meatballs lay waiting for Goku. They smelled wonderful, but he would not pay Hakkai any compliment. He peeked under a covered pot and a delicious smell came up from there too.

Hakkai was bustling about in the small kitchen moving an amazing number of courses to the dining room - definitely out of proportion for any normal family's dinner.

The crew had asked for lodging in town but the rooms of the only inn were sold out; the owner had proposed that they stay in his small country house, next to the oak forest where he used to chop wood.

'This place is not so bad', thought Gojyo; he was just annoyed by the fact that the two nice girls at the reception would not be at hand.

There was some peace there and in case of an attack the fight would be less dangerous and harmful than it would have been in the middle of a town. He could still go back and stroll around after dinner to check what was in the air.

He looked at the table again, then through the large window toward the trees, whose leaves were passing from bright green to dark violet as the light changed soon after sunset.

A memory from long ago punched his chest: he used to live with Hakkai at the time. He had come back late - he had spent the night fooling around and drinking hard. When he got in he saw all the nice food Hakkai had prepared for dinner still on the table. Hakkai had covered everything with cellophane not knowing at what time he would come back.

Hakkai was like that. He would never complain, like a silent guest. This made him angry: he'd have rather been mistreated, to have an excuse to tell him something hideous, and he was sure anyway that it wouldn't had worked and he would have felt even more guilty.

He took a serving spoon, determined to taste that tempting mush of lentils and curry in which chops of pork meat happily floated; it was calling him like a witch’s potion; but as soon as he raised the pot lid, trying carefully without succeeding not to make any noise, he was reached by Hakkai's voice as he came out of the kitchen with another large tray.

"Put down that spoon, guy. We should wait for the others"

The same old tone, apparently kind, imperative in substance.

He huffed, annoyed.

"Who knows where the fuck those two are right now. Sanzo was looking for a pack of cigarettes, but if Goku catches the scent of food from restaurants downtown he will never come back until his stomach is full. Meanwhile here our food is getting cold!"

Hakkai began to laugh.

"Don't worry: Sanzo will keep him in line. I've been cooking enough for an army and that should be enough to feed even Goku"

"Ok, ok"

Gojyo lifted both hands in a sign of surrender; he turned the spoon between his fingers like a skilled card player would do with an ace and put it back upon the table.

Hakkai was a bit surprised that he didn’t insist; he smiled at him. He went into the kitchen again and came back with another dish, an enormous one piled with reddish rice balls on top of a multicolour spread of tempura vegetables.

"These rice balls are made in the style of the far west lands, I learnt the recipe in a correspondence course. Would you like to try one?" he asked, kindly.

"Is it worth creating works of art that will last only for a few seconds?" asked Gojyo, raising his eyebrows. Colors and geometric shapes made the tray a joy to behold.

"Is it a waste of time going to look at the cherry blossoms?" said Hakkai, squinting as a smile curved his lips.

2. A shot

While he was leaning on the table to put the new course down a bullet pierced the window glass. Hakkai got out of the way just in time. He dropped the tray and ran together with Gojyo to escape from other hits and to check outside. Goijo had got out his blades.

There were just three rough Yokais in front of them, badly armed but determined: it was a matter of seconds to get rid of them. They had expected a quiet human family preparing for dinner and not someone who would fight back.

"I guess they saw the smoke of the chimney and came by looking for prey; they were not aiming at Sanzo's group, let alone the sutra. They just wanted us for dinner."

"What a hassle" added Gojyo, and lit another cigarette, moving outside just to check if there were really only three.

He turned inside. Hakkai was cleaning up; fortunately only some of the rice balls had rolled on the table when he had dropped the plate.

Hakkai was so immersed in the task that he didn't even notice that he had been slightly hit.

His green headband was soaked with blood that dripped through onto his cheek.

"Hey man, wait a minute or you'll transform that white cloth into a polka-dot one"

"Oh, it's nothing serious" answered Hakkai bringing his hand to his temple. "Yes, now I see I stained the tablecloth" he added, frowning.

Gojyo put out the cigarette, took a clean towel and approached him to clean away blood and check the wound. "Yes, of course. Nothing", he mumbled. He did not trust Hakkai: when he talked about his health he had a tendency to underestimate the severity.

Hakkai blocked his wrist. Gojyo had the feeling he didn't want him to get nearer. He looked into his eyes.

Gojyo had a worried look on his face and behind, hidden in the dark of the pupil there was still the anxiety of a frightened child. In the days when he had found him and cured him, every now and then that look emerged but he was quick to hide it behind his sarcastic jokes.

Hakkai was annoyed about the wound made by three stupid hungry Yokais and he would not take any ironic comment at that very moment. He maintained the grip. Gojyo's lips were near, and to provoke him he rested his lips on his.

Gojyo jumped back.

"What the hell!"

Hakkai flashed an embarassed smile.

"Sorry, I.." he raised his right hand hiding his look. "please give me a cigarette"

Gojyo searched for his packet. He was annoyed for he felt something had turned on at that touch; he would have wanted to punch him in the face. He went toward him, slammed the packet on the table and caught a glove in Hakkai's left eye. Gojyo took his face with both hands and kissed him, at first angrily, with a demonstrative rage that passed into a physical involvement.

When he detatched from him, Hakkai stared. His dialectic skills had abandoned him. He felt his heart beating in his temple while a first blurred, then increasingly clear image composed itself in his head.

"Here, when you decide to do something, do it properly, at least"

said Gojyo responding to the look.

He took the packet back and passed him a cigarette; he took another one and lit it, then passed him the lighter.

"Gojyo"

"Hm?"

"I've remembered something.."

"What a serious tone! did you forget something in the oven and burned it?"

Gojyo let out a wisp of smoke and stared defiantly at him with the cigarette between his lips. After a few seconds he opened his eyes wide, and the lit cigarette almost didn't roll onto his shirt.

Hakkai continued. His look had changed; it had become harder.

"It happened to you too...didn't it, Kenren?"

"Field marshall!" Gojyo dropped on a chair "I think I need a drink. Something strong"

Hakkai laid down two cups, poured sake for himself as well, and lit the cigarette. His hand trembled slightly.

They plunged into silence separated by two thin threads of smoke.

The others came back after a few minutes. Goku had a large packet in his arms; it smelled like chocolate and fresh bread. Hakuryu hovered on his shoulder smelling it.

"Why did it take you so long?" asked Hakkai

"The ravenous monkey's fault?" added Gojyo.

"He wanted to eat and I prevented him. I told him you were making dinner especially for him. " said Sanzo addressing Hakkai. "So he grabbed half of the desserts on display in the bakery and ate more than half of those on his way here"

Hakkai laughed.

"Will he have enough room left in his stomach for the dinner?"

"I'm staaaarving" screamed Goku.

"Do you have any doubts? I don't think he will leave us any leftovers for tomorrow" said Gojyo.

"Who are those lying out there?" asked Sanzo.

"Three louts who wanted us for dinner" replied Gojyo.

"Hm," commented Sanzo. "On their plates, I guess. Yokai won't get off their backs here either"

“we weren’t expecting any attack and could not feel them coming near” added Hakkai.

"Hakkai! the smell is spectacular. Let's eat huh? let's eat? Enjoooy!" Goku had dumped the bag in Hakkai's arms and started uncovering platters and tureens.

"Wait for the others, you idiot monkey. I had to wait a century for you to come back"

"Hurry up, rather, you retarded kappa, or else you'll complain to me if I then eat more meatballs than you"

Sanzo peered at Hakkai. His eyes were curiously shiny and alive, as if he had a fever, and he had a wound on his left temple.

"What happened? Have you been trying to gamble with your good eye?"

"Nothing serious, rather we will have to reimburse the damage they did to the window and wall."

"Right then. I'll go back to the owner later so we can pay him, tell him to dispose of these bodies and we'll leave directly without going through the village. These people out here won't go back to their cronies and maybe someone else might come looking for them. At this point it is better to leave as soon as possible, tonight or tomorrow at dawn. What time did this happen?"

"Just twenty minutes before you arrived"

Sanzo mulled over the fact that he had had a curious sense of estrangement half an hour before arriving at the oak wood, as if he did not recognize the place where he was; it happened while he was dragging Goku away from the bakery; he had attributed it to hunger and fatigue and had not given it too much thought. Out of the corner of his eye he had seen Goku looking repeatedly at his wrists.

Dinner was as expected. Hakkai passed bits of meat to Hakuryu. Goku busied himself cleaning up the tureen before moving back to the desserts, grabbing a colorful cookie that Hakuryu sniffed diffidently. Hakkai poured sake again and Gojyo pulled his cup next to him, taking the opportunity to peer at him as he filled it. His hunger had passed and he had no desire to argue with Goku.

Sanzo noticed this and it seemed strange to him. He got up from the table and lit a cigarette while Goku moved on to the candied fruit.

"You go and pay the lodging guy. Remember to tell him we need a mortician," he said; he grabbed the newspaper and plopped down on a couch near the fireplace.

"I'll dematerialize them if you wish" Hakkai said.

"No, you look pretty tired already and it's better if they realize in the village themselves where they might end up as game. Sometimes if they don't get scared they don't realize how close the problem can get."

"Hakkai?" asked Gojyo, nodding toward the door. "Let's go ourselves. Goku is still stuffing his face and when I go out with him women tend to think he's my son. If it suits me I'll stay in the village and see you all in the morning"

"Do whatever the hell you want but mind if you come back late we’ll leave you here" said Sanzo, uttering a quick farewell while casting a glance from under his glasses at Goku who continued to rummage through the bag of sweets.

3. Memoirs expand

They reached the town walls by jeep. After a band of vegetable gardens and shacks, the urban fabric became more compact. Winery signs lit by torches swayed in the wind, casting strange glows. They parked a few steps from the inn; they paid and told the keeper about the assault. They went out, closing the door behind them. The wind had risen up.

"The poor guy got so scared that he didn't even want to get his window glass refunded" Hakkai said. "I don't know if he's going to go back to chop wood over there. But at least he promised to send someone in the morning to remove the corpses" They walked toward the walls even though neither of them felt like going right back.

"Shouldn't we tell them? The facts we remembered involve them too"

Gojyo did not respond; he stopped and lit a cigarette, sheltering it from the wind with his hand. The wind increased again so much that they struggled to walk. They took shelter in an alley. Gojyo put Hakkai with his back against the wall and kissed him without any preamble. Hakkai stared at him bashfully.

"I just wanted to see if I could remember anything else"

"I know that you like women, you don't need to justify yourself to me" Hakkai answered.

Gojyo smiled.

"OK, you are the exception. I mean, I don't mind kissing you, at least. For now, though, I don't want to have any further experiences. Can we stay friends?"

Hakkai laughed.

"All right, I'll buy you a drink without asking for a room"

"The girls at the counter were two: we can go up together if you want" Hakkai shook his head."Together in separate rooms?" Gojyo added.

"No, I'd rather go back to the base."

"You're boring, mate, you know?" he crossed his arms. "Please don't tell them about what we remembered without me"

Sanzo took off his glasses and laid the newspaper beside him; he stood up and lit a cigarette. Had he closed his eyes while reading? Perhaps fatigue had caused him to lose consciousness for a moment and he had fallen asleep. The vivid dream he had had, however, made his heart hammer in his chest. Goku came out of the bedroom, approached him and looked at him bewildered. "Konzen" he said. He grabbed his sleeve and began to cry.

"Stop it, Goku, get it over with"

Sanzo wondered what was going on. Goku had called him Konzen. So it was not a dream They had had the same vision and in the vision his name was Konzen. Goku threw himself at his knees.

"Get up, you fool"

"Konzen. Konzen. Konzen."

"Shut up, cut it out if you don't want a bump on the head. You're not a kid anymore"

He had him pulled up holding him by the scruff of his neck but he was moved too. After a moment's hesitation he hugged him to calm him down.

“Why did this come back to us, why so suddenly?” he asked himself without saying a word. Instinctively he touched his chest where the door had squeezed him until it took his breath away, until he had vanished in a golden haze.

He remembered the pain he had felt looking into Goku’s eyes, a golden flash and utter black, soon after.

Hakkai and Gojyo re-entered the inn. The innkeeper looked at them worriedly.

"Quiet, no bad Yokais. There’s just a cursed wind outside” said Gojyo.

“would you kindly bring us a bottle?" added Hakkai.

They chose a table in the least rowdy spot. The sake bottle arrived along with two small cups decorated with leaves. Hakkai filled them both. They downed them at the same time. "We must tell the others" said Hakkai after a while.

"Tell what? about the Celestial Kingdom? About how they took us out? Sanzo will think we've gone crazy"

"It concerns them too"

"There’s also the fact that it's not a good memory. It's painful. Maybe we can spare them that, what would change anyway?"

A man dressed in white, his hood pulled down over his shaggy hair, approached. Without waiting for an invitation he grabbed a chair and sat at their table.

"you two were kissing"

Hakkai and Gojyo looked at each other puzzled.

"What?" they replied in chorus. They were uncertain of what to say; he looked strangely familiar.

“That would be none of your business, anyway” Gojyo added.

The stranger continued, with his deep voice.

"I'm not sure I can turn into a jeep again. Buy me something to drink in the meantime" "what the hell..." said Gojyo.

The two stared at him in disbelief as the memory became clearer.

"Commander" said Hakkai.

"Shall we walk back home?" suggested Gojyo.

"That would be better. The place where you parked me was damn cold; I tried to transform into my usual small dragon form to move and saw you in the alley. When it happened I found myself in the shape you see here"

"And remembered who you were" said Hakkai.

Goujun downed his sake and nodded.

4. A pending promise

They knocked and opened the door. Goku started shouting and Sanzo could not stop him: the room echoed with ‘Tenpou chan, Ken-niichan, Tenpou-chan, Ken-niichan...’. His calls resounded like a mantra from wall to wall.

"You guys kissed, huh, you and the brat?" Gojyo asked Sanzo with a raised eyebrow.

Sanzo stared at him puzzled.

"You remembered too" Hakkai said with an uncertain smile.He was relieved to no longer have to wonder whether to tell him or not.

Sanzo's gaze was fixed, as if he was chasing a memory that was not yet complete and comprehensible. He came back to life frowning when he saw Goujun behind the two.

"And where does that one come out of?"

"Sorry. I'm not sure I can turn into a jeep again" said Goujun.

Sanzo crossed his arms.

"Well, dragon, you better get busy because I'm not going to go deal with a car-seller, much less continue the journey on foot" Sanzo turned to Hakkai. "How would you explain this?"

"Um, an energy discharge? We - Gojyo and I - had a vision just before the attack... then again just a few minutes ago" Hakkai said.

Sanzo noticed the slight blush that had appeared on his face but asked no further questions. Gojyo lit a cigarette pretending indifference while staring at the dark trees beyond the window. Goujun shook his head.

Sanzo realised the strange feeling of deja-vu had started when he had taken Goku by the hand to drag him out of the bakery.

Goku was jumping and running from one side of the house to the other.

"If you go on like that you'll soon run out of fuel and the pantry thanks to you is empty already" Gojyo shouted at him, showing him a paper bag where only crumbs were left.

"We have to reach the hills we have seen from the highest part of town. It is the flowering season. You promised"

"What hills, you fool: have you forgotten that we have urgent work to do in the west?"

"It's April, we just need one day off. Just one. It is you that have forgotten. You promised it. You all promised".

They felt they somewhat needed a bit of time to cope with that memories and agreed to detour, just for one day. They asked around and were told that what Goku had seen in the distance was actually a sheltered hillside at the foot of the mountains, not far away, where plum and cherry trees grew.

Cherry trees were in full bloom. In a few days the petals would begin to fall, one after another. They ignored what else to expect in that life. They did not remember everything of the past, only random precise scenes and feelings. But they all felt it was right to keep that promise. A silent way to claim they were still togheter, despite everything.

Goku had fallen asleep on the bright green grass, his head on Sanzo's lap. Sanzo smoked while looking at the clouds of flowers that filled the sky with white and pink.

Gojyo was drinking sake sitting on a branch; he had asked Goujun to join him but he had replied that since that certain day he could not stand heights in that apterous form; he leaned against the trunk slowly sipping from his small cup.

"it's true. These are much more beautiful," Sanzo said, breaking the silence.

Gojyo jumped down. He had seen a shadow pass over Hakkai's face. "Well, what's with this funeral face? You used to like cherry blossoms"

"We left the heavenly realm on a heavy charge"

"And for a good cause, right?" Gojyo added.

Goujun sat down on the grass, wrapped his cloak upon his shoulders and looked at them.

"When you disappeared, the cherry trees up there suddenly lost their flowers and leaves. The memoirs I wrote and my witness rehabilitated you. Your choice was a brave one. Perhaps you’ll come out of the cycle of rebirths one day. And hopefully I will come out too. I'm pretty tired of carting you around"

Before long they all fell asleep, perhaps from sake or the early spring sun.

"It's not still time you thugs. We'll talk about it in a while" yawned Kanzeon Bosatsu; white petals falling and dancing through her silvery haze path."I enjoyed that spicy spark, anyway" she added looking at Hakkai with a sly grin.

They woke up covered in petals; Hakuryu laid curled in the grass at the bottom of a giant cherry tree. The only thing they remembered was that they had changed their route because Goku had strangely insisted on seeing the cherry trees blossom.

#Saiyuki #Hakkai/Tenpou Gojyo/Kenren #Gaiden #Gojoun #Haikuryu #Kanzeon Bosatsu

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sam-glade · 1 year

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Cooking lesson

For @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt: #FFF203 Yes Sir!!

Characters: Lissan, Gullin, Ianim Setting: Sunblessed Realm WC: 590 CW: swearing and innuendos

Context: in Gifts of Fate, the main trio and their mentor hide in the servants' quarters of a dilapidated manor for a few months.

“While I'm out, Lissander, teach these two to cook,” Master Varré said, eyeing each of them in turn.

Gullin’s snort died in his throat when he realised – two. That included him. Fuck.

“Yes, sir!” the kid answered cheerfully.

Master Varré nodded their approval and stormed towards the door, leaving the three younger Swords on their own. Gullin crossed his arms and watched Lissan’s expression fall.

“All right.” Lissan ruffled his hair and looked around the kitchen. “We’ve got what, three hours until they return? We have pork trotters, we could simmer them and use the broth for jelly.”

Gullin shrugged and glanced at the Princeling. Ianim was listening to Lissan with a polite smile. Of course he would be.

“We need some carrots and parsnips, an onion…”

Gullin leant back on his stool, letting Lissan’s voice fade to the background. He tipped it back, amusing himself by balancing on it.

“Gullin?”

As soon as he looked up, two carrots were tossed in his direction. He scrambled to catch them, and rocked the stool, regaining his balance. Ianim chuckled, earning himself a well-deserved glare.

“Please peel those,” Lissan said matter-of-factly. At least he wasn’t rubbing in his temporary authority. “You know how to handle a knife, right?”

Gullin sighed and looked around for a knife. There was a vast difference between a normal knife and his Weapon, but he bit his tongue instead of pointing it out. He found a sharp paring knife and picked up a bowl, both of which he’d seen Lissan use. Now what?

He angled the knife this way and that, trying to skim off the skin of a carrot and not cut into it too deeply. Well, this was embarrassing. He let his hands drop and checked what the other two were doing. Lissan was talking through how to control the temperature of the hearth, how to adjust the trammels to simmer the contents of the pot without them boiling over. Ianim listened to it with his usual polite interest. When asked to do it himself, he took a step back.

Gullin snorted.

Lissan glanced at him, then at the carrots.

Gullin sighed and tried again.

He was almost relieved when Lissan came over, because he was this close to asking for help. He’d lasted as long as he could, but the resulting cross-section of the carrots was very much a square. Lissan huffed looking at his handiwork.

“You know, I expected you to have less trouble with both a knife and elongated objects.”

Gullin glared at him.

“I’m quite glad I didn’t see him put the two together sooner,” Ianim chimed in.

Lissan put a parsnip in his hands.

At least Ianim didn’t show any natural talent for cooking either. They exchanged self-pitying glances as Lissan walked them through preparing the vegetables, then cleaning the trotters. Thankfully, once everything was put into a pot, he let them be, and only talked through what he was doing as he set the groats to boil and chopped the cabbage to bulk up the meal.

The results were perfectly edible, in Gullin’s opinion. Master Varré didn’t say a word of complaint either, which took a weight off Gullin’s chest. They probably weren't going to ask them to repeat this silliness.

Once Master Varré cleared their plate, they leant back and smacked their lips.

“Delicious.” Their eyes rested on Gullin. “I’m sure you can handle dinner tomorrow, eh? I need Ianim to do more longsword drills with Lissan.”

Gullin stared at them, waiting for them to take their words back. They didn’t. He worked his jaw, before uttering a resigned ‘yessir’.

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#gifts of fate #flash fiction #flash fiction friday #snippet #my writing #fff203

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marshmallow--3 · 1 year

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I had a dream this morning that was a mix-up of a lot of things I've been seeing lately

So there's been a lot of Shameless US clips appearing on my FB feed, and I'm confused watching em cause I'm like, I swear there's more kids in the family than there is in the original Shameless (UK version)

So in the dream, I was living in a building opposite a block of flats, and the curtains didn't shut all the way, so I woke up and there was a guy across the street watching me sleep from his window

And I was like ???? fucking creep! So he scarpered and I got settled under my blanket and tried to go back to sleep

But then I heard a kid laughing and running around, and I sighed, "Liam," which is the name of the youngest kid in Shameless (again, UK version), and I checked the time, it was 5:30 AM

And it was one of those dreams where you already know things, you don't learn the details as you go, but it just makes an appearance as something that feels normal, so for this, instead of us being a family, we were kids in a care home, so not everyone was related (relevant for later)

So I found Liam, he was climbing into a bunk bed of some kids aged 6-7, and they were already awake too, so they were cuddling him, pulled back their covers so he could climb into bed with them and they were having a good cuddle

And so there were no adults around at that point, they kinda expected the older kids to watch the younger kids, free labour and all, so I was sat with them, making sure nobody got hurt running around or climbing things

And we got speaking about a new flavour of Fruit Shoot that had come out, pineapple & apple, one of the girls cuddling Liam said she'd seen a classmate drink it and she really wanted to try it, thing is that living in a care home, we have no income, we don't have a way to buy luxury items that we wanna try, we just have to eat or drink what we're given

So I let her talk about this amazing drink for a bit, like George lets Lenny go on about the farm in Of Mice and Men, just letting them enjoy living out the fantasy in their mind because it's the only way they'll get to experience it

And then Liam climbed out of the bed and took off running again, so I was chasing him, trying to stop him from waking all the other kids up

And he was giggling and throwing cushions and pillows everywhere so I had to stop to clean them up in case anybody got hurt

And by this point, I'm right by a set of bunk beds where the Lads ™️ sleep, they're a mixture of sorts, but the main thing they have in common is that they're tough, bad boys

And I have a crush on one of em, Rydal Keener from The Two Faces of January, (this is where it's relevant that we're not related)

And I'm just trying to hold my own in conversation with them, trying not to make an idiot of myself in front of him, and eventually I move past them, round a corner and let out the most schoolgirl giggle you could possibly imagine

Oh and then I went to the shops and tried to steal some of that drink that the little girl was mentioning but ended up selling my soul to the Devil and from that point onwards, I could only dream about the Devil torturing people and turning them into pork chops

And then I woke up irl and got a shower

Pretty much a summary of the way he acted in my dream

#my dream #my dreams #quirky dream #quirky dreams #shameless #shameless uk #the two faces of january #rydal keener #oscar isaac

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boots-with-the-fur-club · 1 year

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@imdefnotvanessa

Here is chapter 2 of Mad Dog!

Leo wakes up in the morning and groggily heads to Mikey’s room to check up on him. When he sees that he’s not there he heads to the kitchen next. The smell of meat perks him up a bit.

“Hey Miguel-woah! Is it Raph’s birthday again somehow?”

Leo was startled by the sheer amount of food being cooked.

“Nope! Just felt hungry today.”

Mikey continues cooking.

Leo walks closer and gets a better look at what all is being made.

Ham, sausage, bacon, pork chops, it seemed like every single meat product from the fridge is on the stove.

Raph walks in next, taking a deep inhale before sitting at the table.

“That smells amazing Mikey! What’s the occasion?”

“The occasion is that I should make meat more often!”

“But….just meat? What about eggs? Toast? Pancakes?”

Leo stares at him suspiciously.

“Don’t feel like making them today.”

Leo stares at him harder and slips into the chair next to Raph.

“This is weird, right?”

“Eh, I get it. Sometimes a guy just wants to eat pork chops for breakfast.”

Raph shrugs.

Leo huffs and goes back to looking at Mikey.

Donnie sits next to Leo.

“Was there an issue with the space time continuum and it’s Raph’s birthday again?”

“That’s what I was saying!”

“Breakfast is ready!“

Mikey serves the food and balances the plates in a way to let him carry them all.

Three of the plates had a normal amount of food, and one was stacked as much as possible.

Mikey places the normal plates in front of Leo and Donnie.

Raph reaches for the stacked plate, but Mikey moves out of the way.”

“I don’t think so Raph!”

Mikey sits down next to him and hands him the third normal plate, placing the massive amount of meat in front of himself.

His brothers all stare at him in surprise.

“Mikey, there’s no feasible way you can-“

Donnie is cut off by Mikey starting to wolf down the meat like someone will take it away from him if he stops.

They start to get worried that he’s going to accidentally eat his fork as he mows down the breakfast.

“Slow down! You’ll choke!”

Raph reaches for his plate.

Mikey moves it closer and gives him the crazy eyes of Dr. Delicate touch.

Raph quickly takes his hand back.

Mikey gets back to eating and finishes before anyone can even start.

“That was great! I’m gonna be in my room.”

He hops off the chair and leaves like none of what just happened actually happened.

“Did….did you guys see that….? Am I hallucinatin!?”

Raph looks at Donnie and Leo.

“That was unfortunately reality.”

Donnie is still staring in the direction Mikey left.

“I told you this was weird! He always talks about how important sides are to compliment a meal.” Leo insists.

“It could have something to do with those bandages he has on his hand.”

“What!?”

Raph looks at Donnie in disbelief.

“Not to mention Leo definitely noticed but did not look surprised in the least.”

Donnie and Raph both look at him.

“Did you know about this!?”

Leo holds his hands up.

“I wanted to tell the truth for once! But he was embarrassed! We agreed we’d tell you guys together but he just left anyway!”

“It’s time to embarrass him! Spill the beans!”

Raph grips Leo’s shoulders and shakes him.

“Okay okay! Just let go!”

Raph does as asked.

“Get to talkin.”

“Mikey felt bad I lost my phone and went to go get it. He came back with it during the middle of the night, that and a wound on his hand.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us!” Raph shouts.

“I can.” Donnie interjects.

Raph sighs.

“Alright, maybe I can too. But now that we know we gotta figure out what’s goin on with him. After we eat, we go talk to him. Agreed?”

Leo and Donnie nod in response.

“Good.”

They all eat their meat centered breakfasts then go to find Mikey.

They’re surprised when their search ends in the training room.

Mikey is striking a training dummy as hard as he can, which apparently, is really hard because the dummy keeps almost being knocked over.

“What the….?”

Raph trails off as he watches this unfold.

Mikey quickly turns to the three of them, panting slightly.

“Hey guys! You’re just in time! Let’s play capture the bandana.”

“We gotta talk about your hand first.”

Mikey’s smile drops as he looks at Leo in betrayal.

“You told them?”

“Raph wasn’t taking no for an answer!”

“My hand is fine, I feel great!”

“You should let me check it again just in case.”

Leo walks over and reaches for his hand.

Mikey moves it away quickly, fast enough for Leo to be confused.

“I’m okay Leo, I promise. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m full of energy today! That’s why we should get some training games going!”

Leo looks back at Raph and Donnie and sees the concern on their faces.

“Mikey, I don’t think that-“

“It’s a great idea! How about you set it up?”

Leo interrupts Raph and smiles at Mikey.

Mikey smiles back.

“On it!”

He hops to it, almost literally, moving just as fast as before.

“Leo, what were you thinking?”

Raph looks at him with frustration.

“He’s not listening to us already. The more we push it the more he’s just going to get angry. If we tire him out, Donnie can get some samples and I can check his hand while he’s sleeping.”

“Oh….that’s actually a good idea! Let’s do it.”

“I call dibs on first match. There’s no doubt that I am the champion of capture the bandana.”

Donnie poses dramatically and smiles smugly.

“You do remember that Raph was lying when you won before, right?”

Leo raises an eyebrow that he doesn’t have.

“I do not recall that no, let us begin!“

Donnie leads the way.

Raph and Leo follow behind, knowing this probably won’t end well for him.

Mikey had set everything up and looked ready and rearing to go.

“Who’s up first!?”

“That would be me. Prepare yourself brother, I won’t be going easy on you.”

“Do your best!”

“I believe the phrase is do your worst!”

Donnie comes at him with his bo staff.

Mikey grabs it, shoving it back into Donnie’s face.

Donnie stumbles to the side from the force and holds where he got hit.

Mikey takes the opportunity to grab the bandana from the dummy behind him.

“Ha! Got it!”

Donnies eyes widen at realizing he lost so easily.

“That’s impossible….”

“It’s my lucky day baby, let’s keep it going! Who’s next!?”

Donnie grumbles and goes to where Raph and Leo are.

Leo steps forward next after Mikey puts the mask back.

“You ready for this Leo?”

“I was born ready Miguel.”

They share confident smiles.

From seeing the previous match, he decides that charging him is a bad move.

So he waits for Mikey to come at him.

He doesn’t expect Mikey to basically teleport in front of him with how fast he’s going and wrap him up in his chains.

He gets yoinked from his spot and Mikey cheekily grabs the bandana.

Leo was fully freaked out now.

Mikey was definitely fast, but Leo was usually much faster.

This wasn’t normal in the slightest.

Mikey unchains him and looks at Raph.

“Wanna give up already?”

Raph stops staring in shock.

“Never.”

Mikey sets the bandana back up and they get into position.

“You can do it Raph! Take him down! Avenge me!” Donnie shouts.

“Get that bandana!” Leo joins in.

Raph charges at him.

Normally, this ends in the other person getting bear hugged and being unable to move while Raph grab the bandana.

What actually happens is Mikey bending his knees and using the momentum to lift Raph up above his head.

Leo and Donnie’s jaws drop.

So does Raph’s.

Mikeys smile couldn’t get any bigger.

He tosses Raph to the side and grabs the bandana.

He jumps around in excitement.

“Three for three baby!”

Leo and Donnie help Raph up.

“This is gonna be harder than we thought.” Raph sighs.

“I know exactly what’ll knock him out.”

Leo smirks.

They all end up on a basketball court.

Leo spins the ball on his finger.

“Orange and red versus blue and purple, as always. Let’s see you win now, Mikey!”

Mikey smiles once again with determination

Every single shot Leo tries to make is blocked.

Mikey moves too fast for him to do anything, and he racks up plenty of points for his and Raph’s team.

This leaves Leo’s ego more than bruised. Even though Donnie and Raph get somewhat of a kick out of it, Mikey eventually gets bored, so they have to think of something else to tired him out.

That proved to be more difficult than expected.

Even after those two already tiring activities, Mikey seemed to still be ready to bounce off the walls.

Which every new idea they have, it barely makes a dent

Throughout the rest of the day, they practice Lou Jitsu moves, spar, race across rooftops, have a skateboarding competition, and even do arm wrestling.

This completely wipes his brothers out, leaving them all barely able to stand from exhaustion. Donnie leans on his bo staff to avoid falling over, and Leo had to be carried by Raph.

Mikey only looked slightly sleepy.

“What a fun day! Goodnight, guys.”

He heads to his room.

“I’m not going to make it, the light, I see it, I’m coming Galileo-“

“Donnie! Agh, I can’t blame ya….okay, 3 hour nap, then we get to work. Got it?”

Donnie and Leo both nod.

Raph picks up Donnie as well and starts heading to his room.

“Waaaaait….let’s all sleep in mine….I’ve got the monster book in there.” Leo says through a yawn.

“Good idea….”

Raph changes his course and brings them all to Leo’s room. He drops them onto the bed, then face plants between them.

Donnie sleepily takes off his battle shell and presses a button on it, making it fly off to storage.

Raph lift his face enough to set an alarm on his phone for three hours and then places it on Leo’s bedside dresser.

He falls asleep immediately after, snoring up a storm.

Donnie does the same a few minutes later.

It takes Leo a little while longer, but he also follows suit and drifts off to sleep.

They all wake up before the alarm, shooting out of bed.

There’s strange noises coming from the direction of Mikey and Raph’s rooms.

“Mikey!”

They collectively shout.

They scramble towards Mikey’s room first.

Their hearts all drop into their stomachs when they see the room messed up.

Their fear only grows when the noises in Raph’s room get louder.

They run there next, even faster.

Raph is the first one to get there, moving the curtain open.

The moonlight illuminating nearby only gets partially into the room.

In the darkness, he sees something hunched over on the floor.

“Jumping Jack flash, what is that!?”

Leo and Donnie get there just as he says that.

Whatever is in there, it turns to look at them all.

Its eyes glow in the darkness.

Bright, and their color is golden.

Everyone screams out in fear, Donnie and Leo grabbing onto Raph with one arm.

Donnie fearfully taps on his wrist device with his other arm, causing it to go into flashlight mode.

He shines it into the room.

In the mouth of the monster, no, not a monster, something much worse, was one of Raph’s stuffed bears.

“Dr. Hugginstein! No!!!” Raph shouts in grief.

Leo does his best to hold him back from trying to go further in, Raph’s arm is outstretched and tears are coming from his eyes.

Donnie shines the light further up and the screaming turns into horrified gasps.

The figure growls, cotton and pieces of bear dripping from its mouth.

It has was looked to be sharp claws and thick hair.

It also looked to be-

“Mikey….?”

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coach-villain-university · 1 year

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Lesson: Choosing a Villain Costume

A crucial element of succeeding as a villain is solidifying your signature look. But before you go trying to slap on a pair of tidy-whities over leggings and call it a day (a fashion faux pas of the villain world), there are a few key elements to keep in mind!

First, it is critical to choose an outfit that fulfills these main categories:

(1) Convey Your Villain Schtick

To this first point, you want to select an outfit that not only looks impressive, but that also showcases your main powers, abilities, and crime interests. As we can see here, some of the city's most prominent villains maintain outfits that are simple but that make it crystal clear what their intentions are as an agent of mischief:

As shown above, The Butcher's outfit features traditional elements associated with butchers, such as an apron and hat, but also incorporates elements expressing his inhuman abilities (note the giant pork chop, sausage sash, etc. all culminating in a concise summary of his meat-dimension powers).

Furthermore:

The infamous Granny May, known to con civilians by performing the role of an innocent elderly woman, cultivates a look that reflects her criminal angle - something simple, unassuming, and distinctly aged.

When establishing your look, ensure that you do as these professionals have and craft every element of your outfit to serve a purpose. It isn't enough to merely select something because it looks cool, or else you'll be lost in a sea of details that have little to do with your main schtick!

(2) Be Practical

Another key point: Don't wear a villain costume that prevents you from doing villainy! Had the Butcher chosen a porkchop that was too heavy for him to carry, or had Granny May's dress been too constricting or too flowy for her to make a clean getaway in, neither would be as effective as villains.

Ensure that you refrain from including any elements in your costume that might hinder your nefariousness!

(3) Coordinate!

Finally, it is imperative that you find and stick to a main color scheme that unifies your look.

When you picture a distinguished supervillain such as, say, the infamous Dr. TwoBrains, you can easily recall his color scheme (white, yellow, blue) without much effort. This makes him iconic and easily identifiable even to those with merely basic knowledge of the city's villains.

When you're out committing crimes, you don't want the citizens of this city to see you and say, "Huh, who is that??" You want them screaming your name in fear (and appreciation of how talented you are at evil), naturally. Hence, establish notoriety through color to gain easier access to infamy for your misdeeds.

Color schemes to try your hand at (which focus on complementary colors) include:

One final tip: Incorporating asymmetry into your style can help distinguish your outfit from that of a superhero.

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Homework Assignment

For this week's homework, please note three elements you can incorporate into your villain outfit that directly harken back to your main schtick. These may be motifs, something built from a pun, or anything else - so long as it reflects your crime style!

Second, choose two colors (complementary) that fit with your main schtick and can be used to unify your costume.

Lastly, check that none of the elements of your costume will restrict your movement or crime-committing abilities.

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Note: @crazywolf85 since you are our new student, it won't be required for you to attend to homework this week. Please use the extra time to explore our campus and get to know your fellow peers. Again, Assistant Dean Whammer is available if you have any questions, and Timmy Timbo, your designated Resident Assistant, is also available (...if he isn't sleeping).

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- Dean Coach

#wordgirl coach #coach's villain school

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clatterbane · 2 years

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You may be old and overly domesticated when you find yourself immoderately excited over finally getting another large grocery delivery. 🥴 And a pretty big one, by recent standards.

This time, from a new place: Willys! Haven't managed to try them in person yet, since there aren't any locations really convenient by public transport. But, the prices and selection did look pretty good.

Some ongoing weird disability-related food insecurity issues probably help too, yeah. Along with going so long without local bank accounts/BankID to make basic stuff like buying food myself much easier. I've mostly been relying on Mr. C to buy groceries, which has been less than ideal in multiple ways.

But yeah, we were starting to run pretty low on some basic staples, and there were some things that I specifically had a taste for. (Including more seasonal vegetables and some hopefully decent cooking apples!) And now we have most of that.

I even have a decent-looking chuck roast to work with (högrev here)--which was trickier to find than you might expect in the UK! Some other cuts decent for similar uses, but not what I would call chuck. Our usual grocery store nearby has an awesome-looking meat counter, and there's also a halal butcher shop that stays pretty busy in the same shopping center. Now that I can mostly reliably eat a better variety of stuff, I keep wanting to check both of those out more. But, for now? Some packaged högrev bought sight unseen is pretty damned welcome!

Tentative plans over the next few days, spoon supply allowing:

* For tonight: some easy sauerkraut and weenies, with mashed potatoes. I like to fry a chopped onion in with the sausage pieces, also season with some pepper, and let it all simmer covered for a while like for regular cooked kraut.

* Mix up some basic bulk pseudo-sausage with a pack of ground pork, to let sit a day or two before hopefully turning out some biscuits and gravy! 😋 (Not the exact seasoning blend I tend to throw in, and no need for any sugar IMO. But, the same general style. I don't think I've ever tried a recipe from Homesick Texan that I didn't enjoy, though!)

* Beef stew with cornbread! And probably freeze the other half of that chuck roast.

* Do something with most of those apples. Possibly apple crisp, because that's both easy and good. We should also have everything for that, besides some ice cream to go along with it.

We also have some turnips, which I'm glad are much easier to get hold of here. (Though I really want the greens too!) Will probably use some in that stew, but still not sure what I want to do with other few.

#personal #grocery delivery #i am old #and overly domesticated #food mention

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alex51324 · 1 year

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Who was I talking about meal kits with?

I just stumbled across an introductory deal that seems worth trying, at EveryPlate. I’ve looked into several of these before, and usually the “free box when you sign up” in the ad turns out to be 20% off each of your first 5 boxes or something like that, but this deal is 2/3 off your first box, even if you never order another one, which strikes me as pretty good.

I signed up for it, and for $33 I’m getting a four-serving kit of each of these recipes:

$11 of that is the shipping charge, which isn’t discounted. It would be a little over $75 without the introductory discount, so I doubt that I’ll be continuing with this--I can definitely beat that price shopping and cooking for myself--but if your priorities are different, it might be worth a look.

There were twenty-some recipes to choose from for the week (a handful of which cost extra--those are clearly marked, but you can’t filter them out of the list; that’s the one thing about the experience that struck me as manipulative/scammy). Recipes change every week; they show the next two weeks’ recipes as well, and I didn’t notice any duplicates, but it’s definitely a “variations on a theme” type of situation. (Next week the sandwich is pulled pork, IIRC, but if I’d picked to start that week, I could’ve still gotten a pork chop with a sweet sauce and a veggie bowl with an egg on it.)

As with anything else like this, you have to remember to cancel it before they bill you again, but the cancel option is readily accessible without jumping through any hoops--I checked!--and they bill you five days before your delivery date, so if you cancel the day your discounted box arrives, you should be good.

Here’s an invite code that gets me credit (which I may or may not ever use), but if that doesn’t get you the introductory deal, just Google EveryPlate. (I saw it on a Facebook ad and Googled because I don’t want to see meal kit ads every time I look at Facebook for the rest of my life.)

#food #meal planning #adulting

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revolutionbuildersllcor · 1 year

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Fun Things To Do in Medford Oregon

Medford, Oregon is a fun place to visit. It has great food, beautiful scenery, and plenty to do! I'm going to tell you about some of my favorite places in Medford so that when you come to visit you can have an awesome time too.

Vodka tasting at Crater Lake

Want to get a more sophisticated buzz? Some of the best vodkas in the country are made right here in Medford, Oregon. The vodka is distilled from potatoes and aged in barrels that were once used for bourbon or whiskey. A local family runs the distillery, and they produce their own spirits onsite. The business also has tasting rooms where you can sample any of their fine liquors—including gin, rum, and whiskey—to your heart’s content!

If you want to learn more about this process, check out one of these two cool events:

Vodka 101: A Tasting Class – $35 (2 hours)

Learn how vodka gets made by touring Crater Lake Distillery before taking part in an educational tasting session that will teach you how to identify different types of vodkas by taste alone (no glasses required). This class starts at 10 am every Saturday morning but spaces fill up quickly so be sure to book well ahead if you want to attend!

Go to the Medford Farmers Market.

The Medford Farmers Market is a market where you can buy fresh produce, homemade food, and products, and even get your pet's food. The location of market is at the corner of Main Street and Riverside Drive. You can expect to find vegetables that are in season, as well as some out-of-season vegetables or fruits. There are also meat products sold here such as beef jerky, bison burgers, chicken breast strips, and pork chops. You can also purchase desserts like brownies or cookies from local bakeries like Big O's Cookies & Sweets (which has been featured on Food Network).

The farmers market is open every Saturday from 8 AM to 1 PM during spring through fall months (November - April), and closed during winter months (May - October). Admission into the market costs $0 for adults due to its location being part of a public park area; there will be booths selling tickets for rides/attractions nearby if interested in those activities instead!

Hike Table Rock

If you like to hike, Table Rock is the place for you. This trail is short and sweet, but it’s also a great workout. The trail begins at the Crater Lake Lodge and climbs up several switchbacks before reaching Table Rock (a 1,200-foot elevation gain). Once at the top of this plateau-like rock, you’ll be rewarded with views of nearby Wizard Island, Mount Scott, and Mount Thielsen in addition to Crater Lake itself! If you get lucky with weather conditions or go during peak wildflower season (May), there are tons of wildflowers along the way that will make your hike even more magical.

Visit the Rogue Creamery.

Located in a tiny town called Central Point, this artisanal cheese maker is well-known as a tourist attraction. In addition to making some of Oregon's best cheeses and ice creams, it has a tasting room and gift shop where you can sample its delicious products. There's also a restaurant that serves up fresh sandwiches and soups made with their cheese (and you thought sandwiches were just for lunch). If you're not into eating out then stop by for the picnic area where you can pack your own lunch or order one from their restaurant menu to enjoy in the park setting outside!

Look for Sasquatch at Collier State Park.

If you're looking for something to do that's weird and wonderful, then look no further than Collier State Park. You can find Sasquatch here!

Sasquatch is a legendary creature, which supposedly lives in the forests of Oregon and Washington. It is said to eat berries and nuts from trees, but unlike Bigfoot, it doesn't like beer or pizza (or maybe they just don't get along). As with other mythical creatures such as dragons and fairies, there have not been any real sightings of Sasquatch—but that doesn't mean you can't try!

Collier State Park is part of the Coast Range mountains; it covers more than 3,000 acres near the city of Medford. It has plenty of hiking trails where you might be able to spot some furry beasties lurking around the bushes or hiding behind trees—check out their website for more information about camping at this park if you want an overnight stay!

Remodeling Services are an effective way

Medford remodeling is a great way to add value to your home. Whether you are improving the kitchen or redoing a bathroom, there are plenty of opportunities to make your house feel like a new place. You also have many options when it comes to decoration and colors. Medford has a lot going on so let us help you find something that interests you

Revolution Builders is a great company.

This company is dedicated to providing quality home repair and remodeling services. From kitchens and bathrooms to basements, roofing and siding, new windows and doors, carpentry, and more - we will help you solve your home improvement issues. Revolution Builders, LLC is a licensed contractor that provides personalized service for all home renovation projects

Revolution Builders, LLC

3619 Aviation Way, Medford, OR 97504

(541) 210-3205https://revolution-builders.com/

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