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p1nkcanoe · 16 days

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the polaroid collection: sunshine

this is part seven of the polaroid collection, based off of 'picture this'. you can either find the masterlist here, read on ao3, or read below:

Taking Sunshine’s picture had been difficult for two reasons. For one, just the knowledge that she was the last of his packmates that he had left to photograph had crafted a premature feeling of disappointment in his chest. After her, his naughty little collection would be complete. There’d be no more surprises caught with a flash and after that sex would just be sex. How plebeian. How boring…

Second, the ghoulette had been waiting for him. She’d been waiting for the moment that he’d strike to cast her body in flash and film, all confident and smug with his stupid little camera between his palms and smile all toothy and wide. She’d been waiting, and that in itself made everything unexpectedly difficult.

In hindsight, Swiss should have probably said no to the strap. If he remembers correctly the conversation went something like this:

“Can I ride you, but also not?” Sunshine had asked, a little too enthusiastically while finishing up the baby pink polish she was painting onto his pinky toe.

He’d had his foot in her lap as she painted it, his other flat against the bed, knee bent upwards.

Swiss had barely looked up from his phone, where he was in the middle of a heated text debate with Rain and Dew over who took the last mango popsicle from the freezer. Only after sending his last text did he glance over the top of his screen to shoot her an amused look of intrigue.

“What does that even mean?”

“Cirrus and ‘Lus got a new strap. It’s big and purple and it has glitter, and I wanna break it in for them. Make sure it’s a good one, you know? Give it a test ride, if you will.”

“So you want me to fuck you with it?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, rolling her dandelion-colored eyes as if she wasn’t obvious enough before, “but I want you to wear it.”

She’d capped the nail polish bottle after that and crawled up the ghoul’s body to shove a matching, lacquered finger into the center of his chest.

“I think it would be fun.”

There’d been a long pause while the multi ghoul had tried to picture the scene in his mind. He couldn’t, couldn’t make sense of why she’d want to rig him up with a toy no matter how hard he tried, but two dicks seemed more intriguing than just one in the end so he shrugged his shoulders and waved her off to go retrieve the thing, “Yeah, okay. Fuck it.”

“Oh, I will.”

Then she’d left. Jogged off into the hall with a certain bounce in her step… and had returned with much more than just the new strap.

“What’s that?” He’d asked, fingers hovered over his screen as his eyes raked over the items in her hands.

The ghoulette had only bared her teeth in a wicked grin, “just a few accessories to go with it.”

As it turned out, Sunshine’s unexpected accessories had been quite fun to put on. Kind of like a filthy, twisted game of dress-up in the interest of the ghoulette as he strips him bare in front of her standing mirror, only to redress him in the well-loved harness and help him move the silicone dick millimeters in each and every direction in order to find a position that “doesn’t smash his actual cock.” Then before he knows it she’s tightening the straps to a pastel pink ball gag behind his head and asking him if it’s too tight.

He doesn’t know why he tries to answer her verbally, but the incomprehensible noises that come from his throat seem to surprise him. As does the wetness that already has begun to collect at the corners of his mouth. She reaches up to adjust the thing just a little more and then steps away and it clicks. Oh, she’s serious.

The multi ghoul locks eyes with the ghoulette through the mirror, who stares back with a smug look on her freckled face, like she’s proud of her work already, and they’ve yet to even start the good part. Then he watches as she turns and descends to her knees, a small metal cage in her hands that he has no idea where it appeared from, and reaches for his (somewhat) soft dick.

The cage is silly to look at. He’s never had one of them locked onto his own cock before, only ever seen them in explicit internet videos and that one random nude he randomly received from Rain… and for some reason his brain tries to convince him that it’s only a temporary detail – that all of this is. Sunshine will take the thing off when the time comes, right? She’ll let him get hard, surely. She has to. She will. Right?

Soon after that the time comes, and the ghoulette guides him backwards to lie on his back, and the thing (and all of the other accessories) stay securely on.

Swiss will admit it. It’s oddly intriguing in an unfamiliar way when they begin to play – the ball gag and the stupid metal cage. There’s a strange arousal that he feels in his tummy when Sunny strips bare and climbs over him all slow and sexy-like, ignoring his flesh entirely to wrap her fist around silicone instead. The eye contact he thinks he could do without, though. It just feels bad to hold eyes with another as they lean down to lick at the thing and giggle at the pathetic noise that leaves him when he realizes it could be him. It could, but it’s not, and it’s not because for some reason he agreed to this. Satanas, is he cucking himself?

He can’t even open his mouth around the right letters to plead or say ‘please.’ He just makes another stupid sound that gets trapped around the thing stretching his lips.

He can only watch as she slaps the purple head against the flat of her tongue, moaning when she takes it a little deeper past her teeth, and then fluttering her lashes so beautifully when the silicone slides into the warm tunnel of her throat. And yeah, maybe this whole “play” thing is a little more serious than Swiss initially thought it was, because she’s actually sucking it like it’s his real cock.

She sucks the thing obscenely at the tip, bobbing her head as the glittery ridge appears and disappears rhythmically between her lips, already shiny with spit, and both of her wrists work together in tandem to jerk off the remaining length of the shaft that her mouth doesn’t reach.

Fuck, does Swiss wish that were him. Sloppy, messy head from one of the hottest ghoulettes he knows… (Pun fully intended.)

His dick throbs, stirring against the warm metal that restricts him like it forgets it can’t fill out. A thin line of drool drips from his lower lip down into the hair on his chest and settles. He barely feels it. He watches, distracted, as she drools similarly, but her saliva runs down the ridges of her fingers down towards where it begins to gather at the base against his skin. His skin. He really can’t believe any of this. His hands stay glued pathetically at his sides.

Then she does what he really wishes she wouldn’t – she moves her hands out of the way and takes the thing so far down her throat in a single swallow that she gags. Sudden and harsh. The wet noise in Swiss’ ears as her muscles spasm could make him sob for mercy from the Gods below. But he makes a gorgeous noise instead – a fully fleshed, pleasured moan that sends a shiver down the length of his spine and makes his toes curl as if he could feel it.

Something about that is mortifying.

Sunny doesn’t make it any better.

“Does that feel good? You like that?”

He shouldn’t look, but he does anyway. He tilts his head down from where’d he’d thrown it back towards the ceiling and she’s pulled the cock from her throat and has replaced her mouth with her hand, stroking it from root to tip languidly and letting the frenulum ghost against her already-swollen lips as she breathes against it. Gasping. Panting. That smug grin is still there, multiplied tenfold now.

Swiss’ brows knit together in bewilderment and his chest rises and falls wildly. Does that feel good? Of course it doesn’t.

He can’t take his eyes off of her, no matter how hard he tries to pry them away. Her tits are heavy against either side of the cage. Warm. He’s sure he looks crazy.

“You like it when I take you so far down that I choke on it?”

There’s a dangerous lilt to her voice that Swiss has only heard maybe once or twice before. Once was when he passed this very room from the hall and had shamefully lingered around enough to listen in on whatever sinful pleasures she was putting a very whiny Mountain ghoul through during the middle of the day on a Wednesday, and the other time he’d experienced it himself (She’d somehow gotten him into a skirt and he’d never cum so hard in his life. Also, on a Wednesday…).

The tone of her voice now is no different. She hums, the end of the noise rising in pitch slightly, and lies a sharply manicured hand against the center of his tummy, tracing the valley of his sternum with her claw. Her skin feels molten, like fire against his.

His jaw is already beginning to feel sore.

“Tell me,” she says, “tell me how good it feels.”

A quick puff of air huffs through his nose as the frustration builds beneath his skin. His jaw tries desperately to form words around the intrusion but nothing makes it past. He’s been muted. His hips suddenly twitch upwards and she replaces the hand on his tummy onto his hip bone to bruisingly press him back into the mattress. It’s all beginning to make his head spin and he isn’t quite sure how to feel.

The multi ghoul’s brow furrows into a look of confusion mixed with something teetering on red-hot irritation. His fists bury themselves into the raised stitching on her comforter and he feels his claws catch on the individual threads.

Time seems to stop for a moment. The only sound he can hear is the flood of his own blood pounding in his ears. Satan below, he can feel the harsh beat of his undead heart pounding against his ribs as she eyes him hungrily, looking him over like a predator to her prey.

Swiss isn’t sure he’s ever been in a position so humiliating in his entire second chance at life, and he really isn’t too sure how he got here in the first place.

Is this what Rain felt like? Dew? When he’d held them down and spit venomous words at their submissiveness? Made fun of them for their inability to put up a fight? Is this what Mountain feels when he slips into the ghoulette den late at night? Is this what they crave? This twisted, cruel feeling? Powerlessness? Humiliation? It’s strange. It’s… intoxicating.

Sunshine gathers up a ball of saliva on her tongue and spits. It spatters the underside of the silicone cock and covers his lower tummy in a transparent, sticky glaze. It snaps Swiss back into his conscience but he barely has time to register her next move before the ghoulette is crawling up and settles over his tummy, her cunt pressed to his thick happy trail and her hands on either of his pecs. Her pinky finger spreads his own saliva thin until it’s cool and tacky. She’s absolutely soaked between her thighs.

He knows it’s coming, but when she begins to move her hips, grinding over his abdomen and coating the length of it in slick, he feels like he nearly passes out. He’s so hard, yet not nearly hard enough, and his entire vessel pulses with the pulsing of his blood rushing through his veins like a rampant river.

It’s the first time he’s been able to actually feel her on his body and it’s not nearly enough. She feels so good on top of him as she grinds. So hot, so slick. But he wants her on his dick – and not the fake one. He wants her to free him from his cage so he can inflate to fullness and impale her in an instant, make her pay for this torture that he’s putting him through until she’s begging for him and apologizing for this game she plays. But he doesn’t. Because she won’t. She’ll keep grinding and getting him all messy, digging her nails into his skin and pulling unrelentlessly at the curls on his chest until he’s raw.

She dips her middle finger deep into her hole, all the way to the knuckle, and smears the wetness over his bottom lip. He can’t taste her – just another one of her games. Her taste gets lost in the saliva dripping from his lips like a broken faucet. But he can smell her and it hits his senses like a truck. His eyes dilate until that pretty gold is nothing but an eclipse in an instant. It takes everything in him to keep his fists clenched in the comforter. A few broken seams can be mended when it’s all over.

She continues to grind, moaning with every slide across his abdomen with her eyes fixed downwards on the shiny trail she leaves behind. Swiss drools so heavily it begins to coat the underside of his chin and the dark front of his neck. Sunshine can only admire his ability to be so good for once. For her. She deserves it, afterall. How could he leave her for last?

“Swiss, darling,” she sings and bends at the waist to lean over him. Her tits hang in his face just out of reach. If only he could get them in his- “You’re burning up. What’s the matter? Can’t take a little heat?”

She runs the flats of her palms over the rounded tops of his shoulders and down over the tense, defined muscles of his biceps. He feels her warming them with that inhuman-like warmth and wants to feel them trail down the ridges of his ribs to fondle his balls and release his cock from- “Just a little more won’t hurt, will it? I know you can take it.”

She almost sounds like she’s mocking him for things he doesn’t remember saying.

Sunshine might as well be dabbled in the realm of quintessence with the way that her hands begin to trail down his sides, just like he needed them to. Her fingers skit over his ribs, leaving the lightest tickle in their wake as they go, and Swiss whimpers from behind the gag when she never stops. Her hands dance over the tops of her own thighs to find his hips. His cock throbs against the cage–he’s positive he’s leaking through the metal because he can feel it licking at his taint–and his lashes flutter closed when that manicured hand, so nice and warm, finds and cups his balls. Her other hand reaches for silicone.

She sinks down over the entire glittery thing in a single quick drop of her hips.

It pushes every atom of oxygen from Swiss’ lungs.

He can’t breathe. He can’t. Her hand is gone in an instant with the slide into her cunt, and she must be set on really trying to kill him because she instantly sets a brutal pace, doing all of the work herself without a care in the world if the ghoul below her feels like his lungs are burning or if the harness around his hips is tight enough to leave a mark. It’ll definitely leave a mark.

She rides him like she’s been withheld of cock. Rising, dropping, she uses his body simply to support herself as she takes it, moaning loud and unabashed with every single wet slide up inside of her. And then suddenly Swiss begins to notice from behind a haze of drool and lightheadedness that she’s beginning to huff. Those pretty moans have gone harsh, punched out, and her thighs are braced tighter on either side of him. Her knees are pressed so sharply into his ribs that he’s beginning to choke around little mewls of pain.

Her stamina is quickly waning and he wants to help ease that burning in her thighs before she slides off. She’s just too beautiful like this, all fiery, frizzy curls and gorgeous tits bouncing in time with the rest of her curvy body. For the first time since she mounted him he untangles his fists from fabric and tries to place them on her waist, but the Ghoulette is quick to notice through huffs of exhaustion and pleasure.

“No, no, no,” she pants. Suddenly Swiss’ camera is dropped roughly into the center of his chest with a thud. He loses his breath once again – a quick stream of air from the nose. “If you wanna touch something then be useful and get that camera ready.” Then she says the thing that nearly makes him forget about the photo altogether: “For fuck’s sake, Swiss. Fuck me like you mean it.”

His hips are rising from the mattress before he realizes it. Quick, stuttery punches. He tries to meet her like he normally would, but he still doesn’t have his hands and the angle is just all wrong. It’s awkward. Difficult for some reason, and no matter how he tries to punch his lower body upwards or wait even a second longer to find that good spot, it doesn’t feel right for either of them. His dick is in the wrong place. He hates it.

“Fuck me, Swiss. Do it correctly.”

There’s something venomous in her voice that makes Swiss head swim and his tummy tighten, but fuck, he’s really trying.

Finally, after a couple poorly-timed thrusts and a tear of sharp claws into his waist, he begins to get it and the ghoulette is happy to meet his desperate thrusts with expert drops and rolls of her hips, moaning and cursing with her bottom lip tugged between her fangs. When her abdomen tenses hard and tight he expects to feel her squeezing around his dick. His body prepares for it, tensing on its own and preparing himself to try not to cum, but there’s nothing. Nothing except the odd, null sensation as his head catches up and remembers that that thing is not part of him – that the part that is is currently locked away, deprived of any and all pleasurable sensation.

That cruel, metal cage… He’ll never use it again – neither for himself or on anyone else. He’d rather be sent back to the pit than experience this torture again, or submit anyone else to it for that matter.

But Sunshine seems to be wholly enjoying herself, if the noises she makes and the squelching sound of her wetness around the toy’s girth is any indication.

Swiss, on the other hand, is suffering.

He can watch her bounce on his cock all day, can watch her grind for hours before having the thought of cumming even cross his mind, but the lack of stimulation is maddening. It’s a cruel illusion that somehow also manages to make his balls want to explode.

His cock strains against its unforgiving confines. Throbbing. Hot. And he chokes out a garbled moan when she leans back and places her hands on his thighs to brace herself as she shows off all of her body to him. Her cunt takes that stupid cock so perfectly, stretching and molding itself to suck it back inside. She rises and lets the tip kiss her entrance before sliding back down and taking the entire thing to the base. It knocks a yelp from her throat.

That should be him. He should feel it. He still doesn’t. He won’t.

“I knew you’d feel this good. Knew I had to fuck this cock one way or another. And don’t I look so good doing it?”

She’s goading him again.

His fingers are gripped so crushingly tight onto either side of his camera that his knuckles are pale. He’s beginning to shake from his overwhelming need and desire to be freed. If it wasn’t locked with a key he’d do it himself.

He needs to touch her, squeeze at the fat on her thighs and wrap his arms around her waist. A particularly hard drop has her plump ass slamming against the base of his dick and the multi ghoul cries out, loud and harrowing, from behind the bright pink intrusion in his mouth. His jaw aches so badly, his throat now, too.

“Take it now,” she pants, eyes closed and mouth slack. “I like the way you cry out for me.”

She rides him with a perfect bow to her spine to show off her body as one of her hands tangles its way into her curls and the other clutches on tightly to her right breast, kneading and groping the flesh. Her dusky nipple pokes out right above the webbing between her middle and ring finger. Swiss fumbles for the right buttons and waits for the blinking light to turn on, cursing when it seems to take twice as long as usual, and finally raises the camera shakily to line up the shot.

He moans with every slap of her skin against his as if he’s tied himself to the silicone toy, and Sunshine seems to like that. She encourages him, commanding that he be louder and hurry it up because her thighs are really beginning to burn in this position. He struggles to get the frame just right because he’s unable to stay still. She must be trying to make this as hard as possible. Difficult – she makes everything difficult.

He keens when she moans and Sunshine puts everything she has left into those last few bruising drops. She’s going to make sure he feels it. It may not be what he needs, but she’ll make him feel something in return for allowing him to have his silly little photograph.

He snaps the picture randomly, in the heat of the moment, and if the picture happens to come out a little blurry in the end, who cares?

Her tits, frozen in time, and the look of pure satisfaction on her face as she pleases herself and takes him apart is nothing short of perfect. He’ll never feel quite like this ever again.

Finally, Swiss’ polaroid collection is complete.

#sunshine ghoulette #swiss ghoul #nsft #the polaroid collection #nameless ghoulettes #ghoulettes

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pinetreevillain · 10 months

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Rise Turtle Strength Calculator

Part 2: Purple Bugaloo

Disclaimer: I Am Just A Guy And 100% of this is guessing, googling, and approximation

So!!!! Got a request to determine Donnie’s strength and the journey was an Interesting One.

So let’s start with the most popular

EXHIBIT A: Dumbbell (Insane In The Mama Train)

He pulls it off with ease (relaxed pose, no real effort exerted until he makes the effort of hefting it and throwing it). Going off the size of these dumbbells, they are either 45lbs or 100lbs. This is a big gap! But seeing as the yokai falls over as soon as its removed, we can assume that Donnie is AT MOST tossing a 100lb weight with little to no effort.

UNFORTUNATELY this doesn’t tell us much else since we don’t see the weight hitting anyone/anything other than the traincar door before it teleports away.

So! We must delve further

EXHIBIT B: Donnie’s Equipment

We know Donnie’s tech bō is made from high grade titanium.

TITANIUM IS A LIGHT METAL! Revered for being light weight, flexible, and rust-proof. Used to make medical tools! This make perfect sense as 1) ninjas need maximum mobility and heavy equipment is counter intuitive, 2) melee weapons are supposed to be LIGHT (see reason 1).

However! This does not stop me from calculating the weight of Donnie’s tech bō regardless.

TO DO THAT, i must first calculate the length of his staff (operating under the assumption that both the ninpo staff and the tech bō are the same in size).

BŌ STAFFS ideally are the same height as the wielder. We are going to use this image (cannot find source) as reference, just like i did w Raph (give or take any growth between season 3 finale and movie)

Donnie is 5’3”, and while i’m here, weighs ~140lbs give or take after plastron, muscle mass, and Bones

The average bō staff has a circumference of about 1-1 1/8th of an inch depending on the length. I’m leaning more towards the larger because of the tech bōs gadgetry and hammerspace.

NOW to calculate how heavy a 5’3” metal pole that’s 1 1/8 inch in width of titanium.

Thankfully the internet is Insane and literally has a calculator that calculates this exact thing.

I was able to come to the conclusion that his tech bō probably weighs no more than approximately 1 pound.

Not very heavy!

What about his battle shell?

WELL it depends! For ease, I’m going to calculate it like a backpack.

The average public school backpack is 12-20 lbs full (heavy and 5-20% heavier than a child SHOULD be carrying to avoid back and neck strain).

I’m going to use measurements from this Random Backpack Website I Found and calculate it as a Medium Backpack (larger than standard) with a laptop pouch, and some minor adjustments since his shell covers him from neck to ass (roughly 24 inches, his height is in his legs)

It’s harder to calculate the shell because he has Different kinds and they’re made of different materials.

I am going to give all of these a base of 66lbs + whatever equipment they have

His Mango shell is probably largely padding with minimal titanium lining

Ice Maker shell is probably heavier. Spider Shell, Drone Shell, are all made w titanium so. Assuming Donnie makes EVERYTHING out of titanium

TECH BŌ: 5’3”, ~1 lb

BATTLE SHELLS:

- Mango: ~66lbs

- Drone: ~150 lbs (including whatever is powering it)

- Ice Maker: ~200 lbs (including ice)

- Spider Shell: ~150lbs

🧍

New approach!

EXHIBIT C: APRIL

WE SEE DONNIE CARRYING/SUPPORTING APRIL A NUMBER OF TIMES. A majority of them i am writing off because he is using his tech to assist.

HE IS just holding her up easily in this shot. After some cursory google searches i determined April O’neil to be ~110lbs soaking wet because she’s 4’8”, petite, and the boys fling her around like she’s made of craft foam.

Conclusion: Donnie can lift/throw a fairly decent 110 pounds, and carry approximately 200lbs

This is a small number after raph’s 20,000 lbs, and i can barely lift an 84lbs dog so I’m not gonna sneeze at it. It does however check out for someone who is physically fit and active (and does backflips and parkour and fights enemies four times his bodyweight)

BUT WAIT!!! PINE!!! WHAT ABOUT…

EXHIBIT D: SUBWAY KRANG (The Movie)

Donnie DOES get bonked pretty hard by a subway car and doesn’t Immediately Die. To determine this I had to calculate the Weight Of A Subway Car and the Breaking Point of Titanium.

Subway car: 82,000lbs empty

119,000lbs full

Because the subway car looks like this

I’m gonna call it full.

Titanium has a tensile strength of 63,000 pounds per square inch.

After determining the size of Donnie’s shell off his body, and how much titanium was used, i cam to the conclusion that…

I CAN’T ACTUALLY CALCULATE it because the shell he was wearing was actually mystic/ninpo made and therefore NOT SOMETHING I CAN CALCULATE! It does explain why Donnie wasn’t Rapidly Dispersed upon being bonked by an INSANE AMOUNT OF FORCE.

This very issue crops up again with the other example of Donnie lifting and slapping down the drill on Shredder in the season finale. That was aided ENTIRELY by ninpo/mystic abilities and therefore incalculable.

My counter to the argument that “their ninpo is gone, it’s not mystic anymore” is that Yes They Could Not Access Their Ninpo, but their ninpo-made weapons were still fully intact, and TECHNICALLY still working, the ability to use them had just been locked away

i also humbly believe that Draxum’s Ooze made the boys’ bones EXTREMELY resilient and capable of absorbing force the same way Captain America’s shield absorbs vibrations — my way of explaining why they sustain little to no injury throughout the series.

That being said, it makes the fact that Donnie couldn’t break open a watermelon AND sprains his ankle pretty badly tripping on a fruit EXTREMELY FUCKING FUNNY TO ME.

TL;DR: Donnie can throw ~110lbs give or take, with a lift/carry of maximum 200lb (maybe a bit more before it hinders his movement speed!)

Donnie’s probably not excessively strong but he is CERTAINLY sturdy. Something something rectangles symbolizing stability blah blah metaphor metaphor

#rottmnt #big brain mode #rottmnt donnie #donatello #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #math and shit #eyooo #if i missed any shells let me know!#references

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whillywisp · 7 months

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heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i.

SUMMARY: They met along the shores and then met again at the foot of those that worshipped them. One rose, one fell from grace and the other caught them both in her gentle embrace.

Or alternatively,

Finnick, Reader and Annie's victory, loss and everything else in between. Brought to you by the music of Hozier, Agust D, Halsey and my wandering friend crafted with grief: A story of trials, love, resentment and rage.

WARNINGS: gore, nightmares, ptsd, self destructive tendencies, self harm, child abuse, near death experiences, forced prostitution, non explicit talks of prostitution, drug addiction, alcoholism, domestic violence, non explicit smut, miscommunication.

PAIRINGS: Finnick Odair x Reader x Annie Cresta

My life was a storm, since I was born. How could I fear any hurricane?

— Francesca, Hozier.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Chapter One: Amygdala.

Summary: It's been six weeks, seventeen hours, forty one minutes and twenty three seconds since he came out of the arena drenched in someone else's blood and he eats dried mangoes with a stranger to cope with it.

Warnings: mild gore, unreliable narrator, PTSD.

Word Count: 2k

Because they're also all in the past now. So, is all countless suffering for my own good?

— Amygdala By Agust D.

6 weeks after the 65th Hunger Games.

Sometimes, when he closed his eyes and tried to focus, he could hear it. Wind chimes, his sister laughing as she struggles to keep up with him on her toddler legs, the wet sand making it hard for the three year old and the waves splashing them with salt as he slows down just enough for her to wrap her chubby arms around his legs and think she was the one who caught him.

Her giggles sound bright as wind chimes and just for that minute he can pretend everything's oka—

She drops down next to him in the grass as unceremoniously as one would when sitting down for a boring class. The wind, freezing and cold in a way that's only characteristic to District 4, ruffles his hair as he turns to look at the stranger.

She's familiar but, honestly speaking, so is everyone else in the tiny public school of District 4. But he's never spoken to her, that's something he's sure about. The girl doesn't turn to look at him, instead choosing to look at the waves crashing against the foot of the cliffs.

Neither of them should be here, not really. This small patch of grass and wildflowers was out of bounds for it was perched at the edge of the cliffs that line the back of the school. But Finnick couldn't care less and it doesn't seem like this girl does either but that doesn't explain her presence there, sitting right next to him on the semi-damp grass, too close to be just sharing the space.

His eyes take in her nonchalance for one more minute before he eventually says, "What are you doing here?"

The girl's eyes, as deep as the sea they sat in front of, snapped to look at him and he inhaled sharply, only barely stopping himself from visibly squirming at the intensity of her gaze. She shrugs then, looking back out at the sea as she speaks easily.

"Admiring the view."

He nods and sighs, mimicking her movements as he turns back to the sea too. For a moment, he says nothing, content to stare out at the vast expanse of blue. But after a bit, he turns his head to look back at her. "Who are you?"

Her cheeks redden, just enough to be noticeable that makes something in his heart thaw, before she glances at him, her voice as delicate as lotus silk.

"We, ah, we sit in English together."

He looks at her, actually looks at her, and realises she's indeed the girl who sat next to him in English. Mrs. Hedsson had made them sit together so she could help him keep up but in all honesty, he's spent the past few weeks sleeping in class and for some strange reason, the girl had had neither woken him up nor snitched on him.

He clears his throat, before saying as pleasantly as he could muster up to at the moment, "Of course. You're the smart kid right?"

She raises an eyebrow and tilts her to the side in a way that reminds him of those terrifying, colourful snakes from the arena and their bite making his entire body numb and burn like he was on fire— "I have a name, you know?" She deadpans, a barely disguised sigh in her voice.

He nods, laughing nervously. "Well, do enlighten me on your name." He smirked at her, as he would at the crowds of people in the Capitol or even at the girls here in District 4, but this girl looked at him like he had grown another head, which made his cheeks darken.

She glanced at him curiously, as if he were a very interesting type of lizard before finally speaking. "I'm Y/N."

"You look like a Y/N." *Finnick murmurs. "I'm Finnick. Finnick Odair." He pauses, as if debating how much more to say. "Why don't you ever speak in class?"

"And you certainly look like a Finnick." She looked at him with a frown, making him want to swallow his own tongue. "I do speak in class. You'd know that if you didn't sleep through them."

"I don't sleep through class." Finnick counters, defensive. His face flashes through a few different emotions as he looks at her. Anger, frustration, annoyance, then finally resignation. "I'm trying to figure out..." He sighs and looks back out at the sea. Then, he turns his head back towards her. "... why I'm talking to you."

She shrugs, putting her hand into her pocket and for a second he's sure she will pull out a knife, — like his dagger, like the one from the arena, the weapon he had depended on for the first several days and he braces himself for the pain, for the warm blood to stain his uniform — but all that comes out is a faded blue handkerchief which she unwraps to reveal few pieces of dried mangoes.

Finnick stares at them blankly, a little lost. Dried mangoes which were salted and made during the summer using mango seeds were a delicacy in District 4, far too expensive for the normal people to afford sometimes. And by the looks of her old faded school uniform, the girl wasn't anyone special with enough money to be able to buy such lavish things and the only reason he could think she was able to was probably because of his win that caused the prices of things in the market to drop. So he couldn't understand why she's sharing something as precious as this with someone who could buy her entire existence three times over with all his wealth as a victor.

He looked up at her, confused but she just smiled, placing the handkerchief with the sour treat between the two of them. "You looked tired, you skipped lunch and if you sleep through the next English class, Mrs. Hedsson will send you to the principal's office. The victor status won't protect you from the suspension, you know. So eat and keep yourself awake."

Finnick looked at the mangoes with confusion again. Then, his expression softens and a small smile plays at the edge of his lips. "You're right. I skipped lunch. I should eat something." He takes the mangoes gratefully. "But how did you know I didn't eat lunch?" He asks curiously, taking a bit of the food.

She shrugged again, taking one for herself and chewing on it carefully. "We also have maths together, and it's right before lunch. And you never go to the cafeteria." She paused, rolling the piece of mango between her fingers as she peered at him through her lashes. "Also, Mrs. Hedsson is still not happy about you killing her daughter in the arena. So if you're going to Violet's funeral next week, you should probably try to talk to her about it. Maybe take a gift, make sure it's expensive or thoughtful and write a eulogy. Also avoid her boyfriend, Ren. He and his friends are planning to drag you into an alleyway and beat you up."

Finnick stiffens, visibly agitated by everything she's said to him. "How do you know all these things?" He asks, his tone somewhere between annoyed and concerned. "How do you know I wasn't going to the cafeteria? Or th-that Mrs. Hedsson is mad at me? Or that Ren is gunning for me?"

She only raises an eyebrow at his rudeness and his cheeks flush in embarrassment but he stands his ground, his irritation winning over his guilt. She takes another bite of the mango before smiling in a way that reminds him of a child about to get into trouble.

"People don't like to talk to me. But I do listen to them."

This stumps him a little. You would think someone that looked like that would have more friends but apparently not. But that doesn't subdue his anxiety. "And...you decided today was the day you would share all of this information with me?" He asks, his tone a mixture of disbelief and panic. "Why now? Why me?"

"Because no one else is going to," She says easily, crossing her ankles as she watches a butterfly settle on a wildflower near her feet.

"Everyone here is too self absorbed and desperate to be a part of the Hunger Games fanfare. They're too envious to care about you as a person because they don't like how popular and loved by the Capitol you are. They're all going to be at Violet's funeral next week," she says, turning to look at him. "And watching you get accused by Mrs. Hedsson for her daughter's death or getting beat up by Ren will make them feel like they won over you, that you're not as invincible as everyone thinks you are. So when next year one of them gets selected for the Games and you are mentoring them, they can hold your momentary weakness over you."

She scoffs, pushing her hair back as the wind blows it into her eyes. "The only animals that have a black heart is ayami cermani, a type of chicken," and Finnick can't help but be a little impressed by her random knowledge about chickens with actual black hearts as she continued. "But no. I'm not telling you this out of generosity but because you left your vigilance back in the arena and that's not smart. All of these things have been happening in plain sight around you. Ren glares at you during maths. Mrs. Hedsson targets you in English and you get detention for no reason. Other kids knock into you or stick too close to you for it to be normal. You'd know that if you paid attention."

Finnick pauses, trying to process everything she had just said before he speaks, "And you're giving me a heads up just... out of the kindness of your black little heart?" He asks sarcastically, not able to hide his skepticism.

Finnick flushes at her observations, a little surprised — and also, maybe a little unnerved — to find that some of her criticisms of him are legitimate. "I have been...a bit absent these last few months. You're right about that." He concedes, looking at her curiously. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." She whispers back, her eyes trained on the butterfly that was still on the wildflower. "You, of all people though, should be more vigilant."

He raises an eyebrow, popping another piece of dried mango into his mouth before chuckling nervously. "You're too wise for a fourteen year old."

She shrugged before picking up the rest of the snack and placing it, handkerchief and all, in his lap. He glanced up at her, a little surprised by the gesture. "I told you. I listen to people."

His breath hitches in his chest and before he could say something, the shrill ringing of the school bell cuts through the peace of the moment and she stands up, brushing the grass off her faded blue skirt. She looks out at the ocean for a split second and starts walking back towards the school before turning back around, to look at him, her clear, high voice startling him out of his trance.

"Oh and, Finnick? I'm sorry about your family."

He stiffens, watching her walk back to the school without waiting for an answer. He couldn't understand. How did she know? No one did, not outside the people who cared and his fellow victors that lived in the Victor's Village. It only happened last week. How did she know?

But his mind couldn't bring itself to draw connections as it lost itself in the familiar haze of pain. Her condolences hang in the air where she stood as his breathing becomes shallow and his vision blurs, both with tears and the living room floor covered in blood, his little sister's blank blue eye staring up at him, her slight body that didn't even come up to his waist laying across his parents, their own eyes wide open as if surprised even in death and their lifeless gaze feels as heavy as the single sheet of expensive cream paper with names, hotel room numbers and the exact composition of Mags' arthritis medication crumpled in the pocket of his school uniform trousers.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

A/N: I'm a little rusty so be nice. BE NICE.

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chrisevansdaughter · 1 year

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How about Chris wife has anxiety

What does he do

Or if u feel more comfortable how does he entertain thier teo kids while she's dealing with bad anxiety ike an anxiety attack

Hey love! I could imagine both of these going a little something like this…..

Mentions of meds (only brief) and anxiety

What does Chris do when his wife y/n has anxiety?

So he knows full well what it’s like to have that little nagging voice and feeling most of not all of the time, so when it comes he’s there to support her, listen and understand.

It was early morning when he woke to find his wife not cuddled up next to him in bed, the spot long gone cold.

“Honey?” He whispers as not to wake his children, confused he rises from bed, in search of the love he’s meant to be laying next to.

He finds her in the den, curled up in her favourite blanket which was weighted, he knew that because weight and pressure helped her when she was anxious. He squatted down in front of her, taking in her expression and the tears lining her icy blue eyes that had been passed down to their beautiful children.

“Bubs, how can I help” he inquired as he knows not to ask how she feels but how to help.

Her face twists in emotion, comfort is all she wanted a hug. But her body couldn’t bare the feeling of touch from another human. Not even her husband.

She just sobs, his heart breaks at the sight knowing her brain doesn’t want comfort in the form of a hug but she, his beautiful wife does. So even though her body is saying no, he take her into his arms tightly “shhhhhh” is all that can be heard in the evans’ house along with small sobs and heavy breathing, and exaggerated breathing to get her to match his.

After a little bit he finally felt her tense body melt into his embrace. That when he knew her brain doesn’t let her body relax.

“Why are you out here sweetheart and not in bed?”He asks gently just faintly above a whisper, eyebrows knitted in confusion and concern.

“My brain wouldn’t shhh, and it got too - she paused to take a breather - much because of the event we have at the end of the week.” She explains quietly due to her horse voice from crying.

“Sweetheart that’s completely fine and 100% validated- He paused reassuring her that her thoughts and anxiety was valid - you’ll have me and Scott there just incase we’ll look after you babe I’ve got you” he finishes whispering as her eyes grow heavier as he speaks.

She yawns before replying “mmm m’kay can we go back to sleep” her sleepy voice inquires.

“Of course we can love come’ere I’ve got you bubs always will - i love you” he whispers and peppers kisses on her forehead whilst walking to their bedroom.

“I ‘ove you” she says barely awake by the time chris walks in to their shared bedroom, she’s out. He cuddles her to her chest and one last kiss before he soon follows and falls back to sleep too.

A couple of hours later after said discussion, she woke up panicked about what had happened chris reassured her she was okay and so were their beautiful children Luna and Ryan.

Chris had always gotten y/n her meds that she takes for anxiety and anaemia because they like to play on each other and bring one or the other out. And got her cuddled back into bed with dodger for a little longer sleeping because she needed it.

Not forgetting to take his own meds, he got the kids up and got them downstairs for breakfast, to Ryan’s request it was waffles with blueberries, holding the blueberries for Luna because the texture so it was mango on the side for her.

After breakfast was served and cleared away, chris did a little arts and crafts with them. Making sure to keep checking on y/n to make sure she was okay and waking her up when it came around to lunch.

And she always was so grateful to have a husband like Chris. Someone who understood but didn’t invalidate her feelings and when she needed it let her do her thing and take the responsibility for a whilst.

They called it ‘going back to basics’ when the person who needed it didn’t have to worry about anything because the other person would look after them and they only had to do the basics like making sure they slept and was relaxed doing the things that took a lot out of the energy supply that was already low from anxiety like taking a shower or even just getting out of bed.

It was a relationship built around love, understanding and strength. That’s what they cherished and having beautiful children just added to the mix.

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princessprettyprivilege · 2 years

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Script Your Desired Life -Part 1-

I was worried the post would be too long to read in 1 sitting, so I decided to publish it in parts because I miss my blog :(

Y’all. I love making subliminals, blockage removals and boosters for myself, but sometimes I want to dramatize and exaggerate my current life. I’m tired of wanting to drown myself out of my current life and watch other’s realities on shows or what they show online.

Now, I’m bored of *that* attitude. I always want to be in euphoria.

💎 Exaggerate, exaggerate, EXAGGERATE, your daily routine!

Before Dawn

If I wake up around and unable to fall back asleep, I’ll have a handful of organic blueberries and a shot of cold brew to wake myself up. I have an early morning class and falling back asleep will throw my schedule off.

In the Morning

Instead of “I wake up excitedly at 5AM,” it’s, “I step out of bed into my cutest house shoes with the sound of my waterfall white noise machine cascading me into a 5:00 morning. Vitamins? In my greens. I already have on under eye masks and a glass of whole starfruit juice for an energy boost. Am I in the mood for more fruit juice, iced coffee or cold brew? Cold brew, then decaf for the rest of the day.

“I am feeling the beneficial effects of coffee every millisecond”

I can’t wait to use my rich b— Breville with my homemade, toasted croissants covered in honey butter with my espresso accidentally tasting the same since I did dip it in. Does white chocolate espresso and honey butter croissants taste weird together to anyone else?

I’m going to have perfect marks when I go back to school. My commute is a breeze & my morning dragonfruit smoothies make the experience even better.

It’s not the writing that should be exaggerated as a point, that’s only being more descriptive. Play a sparkling noise as you wash your face, study, anything! You’re the character you dreamed of.

⚠️ Be ready, this will feel out of body ⚠️

When I feel out of body, I have unlimited amounts of energy, confidence and clarity.

Exaggerate your morning by applying the perfect lacquer you have on your nightstand to stand up tall, a continental breakfast in bed, pulling out your perfume and makeup book to layer your scents. Sheesh, buy an electric kettle for early morning tea.

For dreary days, script a contingency plan such as drinking hot cinnamon tea or mango boba, applying siren makeup with sparkly blues & greens, leaving early to where you need to be, bubble wrapping your personal coffee/tea cup to be used in public. For example, “Rain never showers the same. I look out of my window in wonder with my favorite rain shoes on and how easy my trip will be, but enough daydreaming.

💍💍 Allow yourself to be inspired by parts of your personal favorites that scare you.

What is my favorite color(s)? Wellll, society is telling me my favorite color is pink because periwinkle is unusual for a woman like me. No ma’am???

For example’s sake, I drive a Ford Fusion. Not anymore. I drive a Tesla Model Y to university.

💎💎💎 Now, EXAGGERATE your habits & favorites. Ask yourself why you are really afraid of expressing yourself to the fullest. Is it because you’re worried about how you’ll be perceived in other’s conscious minds? Is the attention you’ll garner frightening?? Or exciting?

You love perfumes? Try ouds with other fragrance mediums to layer your scents like a plush throw on a mattress.

Separate your perfumes by sexiness, sweetness and mellowness.

I love getting my lashes done. Go above and beyond your usual options such as classic, hybrid and volume for styles such as cat eye, glamorous, *more/less fans*, a dollop of color, dramatic bottom lashes or lash lifts with bottom lashes.

I craft inspire lists. These are items I buy at 1 time as a routine shopping day. Wishlists and dream items are banned from my vocabulary.

✨✨✨✨ Play your unconscious conscious’ mind games. You know what you really want. Your unconscious conscious’ mind’s world is your fantasy land. Unshackle yourself from self limitations of not being good enough or less disciplined to complete your goals due to your upbringing.

If you lay in bed hours after you’ve woken up, questioning why you won’t get up when you have the energy to get out of bed, write in your script, “I am making omniscient decisions about my life at the speed of the multiverse,” with, “I have unlimited energy and storage for processing ideas for my life [at the speed of the multiverse],”

If you have to ask yourself if you're 110% in control of your life, you haven’t forced your free will entirely.

Go speak your entire mind when your reputation is questioned in front of others.

Be Luxury, Live Luxury.

#princesskhalyiah #high maintenance #femininity #expensive taste #high standards

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ceexb · 9 months

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Hobie Head cannons of him in Jamaica

Summary: Hobies gf who left Jamaica when she was younger to London.(Hobie has a black Jamaican girlfriend that takes him to the islands.)

Word count: 1,080

Parings: Hobie and black reader.

Warnings:-minors dni

Afab reader

mentions of weed language,smut,bitting,fingering and kissing.

(I’m American born,so I’ll give my knowledge as best as I can. also it’s a stereotype that all Jamaicans smoke weed which obv isn’t true and just a generalization)

Reblog 😋😗 and like

Master list

-Upon learning that you plan to bring him to Jamaica to meet your family and explore the country, Hobie's excitement soared, and he eagerly asked about the departure date.

-Given that Hobies from the UK where there is a significant Jamaican population, Hobie has some familiarity with Jamaican culture.

-“so when we leaving baby” jumping up and down

-“next week” you say

-he’ll be rushing to his room to pack the most sluttiest outfits that accentuate his skinny waist.

- I don't think Hobie would even consider taking the plane to get there,because he has a boat that he can use to travel across the seas.

- However, you get seasick and your afraid of the ocean.So you would prefer to take the plane instead.

-you guys would spend like the first days of the trip in a villa and the second half visiting family and showing him around parishes in Jamaica.

-you would take him to like the country side

-not the touristy Kingston side where a lot of the up town and yt folks be at.

-I mean the country with Goats,modest homes and mango trees,Homes nestled on the hillsides of the mountains.

-like he deff would be one with nature behind your childhood home,easily bonding with your uncles like their old acquaintances.

-he’ll be listening to some reggae (maybe some cronix x 🤭🫡)

and smoking some good ganja and chopping sugar cane.

-You will approach him from the rear entrance, carrying the fruit that your mother had prepared for him and instructed you to bring.

-Although you intended to check on him, you observe him settling in comfortably and making himself feel at home.

-you walk up to an even more chill hobie,eyes low and red just in his swimming trunks .

-His shirt buttons loose revealing his abs with his lips sucking on some sugar cane.

-watching as the juice drips down his chin but him quickly catching it with his tongue making slurp noises.

-it’ll probably give you flash backs from previous nights when you were making out back of your legs hitting the bed and pushed to lay under him only later to be quivering in a puddle of your own mess and his head diving back between dem thighs as you grip and pull on his wicks.

“Fuck..hobie it feels soo good”

“Yeah I bet it does” and he lifts his head up to peer at you then down to leave bites on the skin of your inner thighs that will leave bruises for the next days of the trip….

(woooh 🫢😋 I’m going feral by the thought)

-Y’all know that little river raft trip that people go on in Jamaica ?

-yeahhh you guys would go on one of those but knowing hobie he wouldn’t let a random, massage and touch on your body.

-It's like the experience where individuals embark on a small raft crafted from bamboo, bound together with ropes, enjoying the serene atmosphere as you drift along a river. And During this journey,you receive massages and feel the soothing vibes.

-If you were to partake in such an adventure with Hobie, he wouldn't allow just anyone to massage and touch your body randomly.

-…”And they basically do like massages”

“🤨Touching on my girl? Ina bathing suit ??

yeahh nah I’ll do it”

(He’s possessive but In a non toxic attractive way)

-He’d take the lotion staring at the guy side eyeing him the whole time.

-As he kneels down and begins applying pressure with squeezing motions onto the various layers of your muscles.

-Then there's the guy, who awkwardly stands there staring 🧍🏿‍♂️🏞️

-Hobes, being the effortlessly cool type, possesses the ability to seamlessly blend in regardless of the country he finds himself in; he can easily adjust and adapt.

-hes more of a yardie than you,speaking better patois and shit.

-And Having a fluent convo with your family

-"How did you become so fluent in Patois, babe? I didn't even teach you. It's even better than mine."

-Given his personality, he would likely wear a cocky smirk, shrug casually, and lean back in the white party chair, with his hands behind his head.

"It's just a natural instinct. better start practicing," he would say, pointing jokingly to a "Patois for Dummies" book as you stomp away in response.

(Idk if that book exists but oh well🤷🏾‍♀️)

-yo, I could just imagine you guys in the personal pool of a villa getting nasty in the pool then kissing all the way to the bed,water dripping messing up the floor of the room and hobie falling needy on top of you,panting impatiently slipping your panties to the side to finger you.

-Then the next day acting like nothing happened.

- Once you bring him to your childhood home, both of you would be exhausted from a long day of driving from the villa,so you would go straight to sleep upon arrival.

- The next morning, you would wake up alone in a bed,putting on a robe, and making your way to the kitchen. In the kitchen around the corner,you would hear the faint sound of laughter and the voices of your mother and him.

- I have a strong feeling that your mother would adore him, especially when in the kitchen together.

- I have confidence in his cooking skills; I can already envision him preparing a bowl of peanut porridge.

-He’ll be like “I think they like me 😗”

-“Yeah a little bit too much” murmuring under your breath jealous

“huh what was that” he goes.

his hand on the shell of his ear hearing what you said just wanting you to repeat it. so he can rub it in.

-“Nothing. hmm”

Arms crossed stopping off again

-“Don’t be jealous love,cause your parents love me more…!”

Yelling as you walk away.

-then after days of exploring you guys being driven to the airport and his mom kissing him on both checks wishing him to come back to visit next time.

“Come back soon alright?”

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(I really hate this post ,but it’s been sitting in my drafts for far too long)

#black fanfic writer #hobie x black!reader #hobie headcanons #hobie smut

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crypticcupid · 2 months

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For you and Knockout~

raspberry swirl, lemon sorbet, and coconut mango!

@askthelovenest

Thank you @askthelovenest for the ask! :D Knockout my lovely.

Raspberry Swirl: How does your F/O cheer you up when you are feeling down?

See Knockout isn't really great at cheering folks up depending on the cause. If it's something internal, like mental issues or self worth, he sort of just- can't relate and figure out how to fix it. Praise makes him feel good so he tries that, but besides that he sort of flops. Expert at talking shit about people that upset Aqua though. Lol

Like if someone makes his little fleshy upset, he could easily craft the most scathing and awful comments of them.

Lemon Sorbet: Does your F/O get jealous easily?

Shockingly? No. Like, in the grand scheme, no because he's so assured in knowing he is the shit so he doesn't care. However, for more minor things, like say Aqua spending more time focusing on a game or cooing over an animal, he will be petty to get attention. It's cute. :)

Coconut Mango: What mementos do you and your F/O treasure?

Knockout's treasure is a hunk of crystal that Aqua found when he had brought them into a cave when checking for energon signals. Aqua crudely cleaned and polished it the best they could to make it presentable to the mech. He's way more appreciative of it than he lets on.

Aqua's is a bottle of seashells that Knockout managed to to track back to the ship on one of the scouting missions he was sent on. Aqua was helping him clean out all the sand and rocks after the trip and proceeded to collect a bunch of the crushed contents into a jar. He hated all that sand. -_- But Aqua got excited about it so he'll live.

Flavors Asks

#📥#.txt #Gusher.txt #❤Knockout #And brief mention for #❤Breakdown #BECAUSE HE DESERVES IT TO #self insert #S/i: Aqua TF

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kiawren · 2 months

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2, 4, 16 and 19 for your ask game ^____^ curious for your beloved!!!!

HI GUYSS THX FOR ASKING... HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY OR NIGHT...

Ask game thing :3

2) what's their usual shower temperature. how long do they take to shower

I'm kinda undecided between warm or cold (but not the middle.) kia/we likes heat and (even though he already runs hot) would love to feel warmer I think it makes him feel nice, even on a hot day I think he'd still like it. Yk long time ago I saw someone say a warm shower feels like a hug I think he'd think of it somewhat that way too, that it's quite comforting. On the contrary he does not get cold easily so he'd use cold water to freshen up and feel energised... Maybe after training he'd use cold and showering after regular activities he'd use warm... but one things for sure he'd prefer those rather than just the normal temp in the middle becuz he's unconventional like that lol

As for me I mostly bathe towards the warm side, sometimes at the last 20 sec I change to cold

4) what's their fav ice cream flavour. cone or cup

His fav ice cream would be the one his family's farm makes :333 it's like a milky classic flavour. But I think he'd like flavours like raspberry too. And cone :D

For me: mango, tea flavours (I like to try the store specialties, they'll have stuff like chrysanthemum tea oolong tea idk), cone

7) how easy is it for them to get sick

For both of us, not easy! Kia/we is very strong and eats plentifully and healthily and works out and has healthy routines. For me I'm just built different even though my sleep is so fucked or it's the vitamin gummies my mom gets for us 💀

9) how good are they at origami

both not very good, but I'm sliightly better. I think kia/we does better with crafts that aren't too intricate, he likes to do things boldly (like his dances). I think he's a very intuitive person too and might not follow instructions well. But he knows the more simple kinds, and I think he'd remember what he learns for a long time, even if it takes him a while to first get the hang of it. He doesn't think of doing origami for me at first but I did it for him (learnt those flowers and butterflies from online tutorials lolll), he was so touched when he received them and tried to make his own, it takes him a while.... Mimo (his little sister) might end up making for him😭

16) how would they spend their airplane flights

Gahahahagga I don't believe any of you guys took notice but in one of my tags some time back on a post like "what's a uncommon fact abt your f/o" I wrote that kia/we canonically feels uncomfy from airplane flights. even though he's been flying on chari/zard since like 5 years old with his grandpa and now he does it every day. I think it's becuz he does not trust that technology that much😭 like I totally get it becuz if you didn't research the physics you'd also question how planes fly😭 soph can explain to him and he'd feel a bit at ease but still rather uneasy.

If I'm beside him it'll definitely distract him. But also it's not like peeing his pants shaking his boots it's just. Slight discomfort. So he's still relatively ok but i don't think he can relax until he falls asleep or forgets he's on a plane. I think he'd try to look at the view outside and imagine he's on chari/zard so he feels safer.

Yeah he'd probbaly spend the flight reading the emergency procedures more than once over. If I'm next to him we listen to music together... If he's with his sister they can play together or he watches shows with her I think sitting next to a friend/family would help him tons 😭😭

As for me I don't feel nervous, I listen to downloaded music or shows or sleep or look out window (I love window seat!)

19) how good are they at taking care of plants

Kia/we is decent at it but doesn't prefer to, i kinda. Just straight up suck 😭. I think kia/we works better with animals since he takes care of his farm's poke/mon a lot and is very in touch with their needs. Of course he'd try to take systematic approaches for the plant like air food water humidity but it won't be the most excellent taking care of, the values might be off.

In one episode where they had to swap their poke/mon with a friend, he got la/na's po/pplio wow censoring is so annoying LOL anyway. And it was a water type so he was like Uhhrrrmmm... . He didn't know what to let it do while he did the chores. Hes very in touch with fire poke/mon becuz they share the same energeticness so other types he'd need some getting used to that's why I think with plants he also wouldn't really. Get in touch with it but he always tries his best to take care of others and is attentive to their needs but taking care of a plant is hard.

Me I killed a succulent don't even ask 💀 that was years ago so I could try again but I rather... Not💀

#selfshippers when it's time to infer from one miniscule detail (in this case probbaly just written for humour) multiple personality #traits of their f/o #ask game #asks!#kiawren #YIPPEE THANKS FOR ASKING ILY GUYS

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margo-mania · 4 months

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Tinky time

#mango does crafts #crochet #crochetblr #crochet doll #starkid #hatchetverse #hatchetfield #the lords in black #pokotho #wiggog y'wrath #nibblenephim #blinkotep

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micamicster · 9 months

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6, 11, 21? 🥭

Thank you for the mango my love 🥰 answers under the cut!

wip ask game!

6) Does this story have any twists? I don't know if I'd call them twists exactly, but I do think that the first chapter at least has a slow reveal of exactly how all of these characters know/relate to each other, and I think that reveal is very effective! But yea, by the time I got the foreshadowing obvious enough my sister could see it coming i don't think it's fair to call it a twist anymore haha

11) What scene are you most hyped for? Ooh that's a tricky question! I think that there's like an emotional/romantic scene in chapter 5 that I've been working on since like, the inception of this fic, that if I get it right is going to be really really good? I also really like the introduction to Jin Ling's pov at the end of the second chapter. I think his voice comes through really strong and I like what it does for the story structure having him show up there so yeah I'm hoping people will enjoy his intro! But tbh there's a lot of good scenes in the first chapter alone that I'm really looking forward to sharing <3

21) Share 3 songs that would belong on a playlist for this fic? Haha the perfect question for me! This is the first fic I've ever written where music is not, like, a central component of the story, so when I started writing I was like, who even am I anymore? So to compensate for that I've crafted an extensive writing playlist as if this fic was an insufferably indie 90s rom(com), and that's what I've pulled songs <3

Deathly - Aimee Mann (Now that I've met you, would you object to never seeing each other again? I can't afford to climb aboard you)

Downtown Train - Everything but the Girl cover of Tom Waits (Will I see you tonight? On a downtown train. Every night, every night is just the same.)

This Mess We're In - PJ Harvey (And I have seen the sunrise over the river, the freeway, reminds me of this mess we're in)

#thanks for asking!#wip ask game #while you were sleeping au

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gaypolywitch · 2 years

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My Altar Setup

My altar is setup simply but it serves me well! It has evolved quite a bit since I started practicing about two years ago.

In the center you'll see my crystals setup for my daily blessings upon my home and relationships. Sat on the Selenite wand I have Pyrite, Clear Quartz, Serpentine, Angel Aura Quartz, and Mookaite Jasper. In front, Rainbow Moonstone and Peacock Ore are on either side of the pentagram.

The wand was handmade by yours truly! The wood is from a mango tree in my backyard that was grown by my grandfather when I was just a child. It's fruit fed my family and I for as long as I can remember, and it still does!

Underneath I have more crystals for use in my other spells, charging in Selenite bowls. Behind them, my divination tools (tarot decks, oracle decks, and runes). In the storage container, more tools of the trade (oils, candles, smudge sticks, etc).

My book collection is small, but I'm always looking for recommendations! So if you have any books you like to use in your craft, please share!

Blessed be 🌒 🌕 🌘

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entropii · 1 year

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OC meme: any or all of -- shaved ice & strawberry for inga & enca! pancake & family for dandelion!

😭🧡!!

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

INGA: I haven't thought about Inga's childhood too much yet, but she probably has a few things from back then. Inga and her siblings have always been very close with each other, even if they barely see each other anymore, so I like the idea that these things remind her of them. Perhaps a fruit tree that Vicia helped her plant and take care of at their childhood home. Something with pretty, red-purple leaves and rare, decadent fruits that Inga brought with her to the city she now rules over. Maybe a set of jewelry from Kuzu that he crafted himself. As showy as Inga and Kuzu can be, this set is a little more understated. Something with thin chains and delicate bells, earrings and necklaces and something to decorate her horns. She wouldn't be upset to the point of tears if she lost them, but she would still be very, very, Very upset. Bad mood. Wouldn't host any of her usual events for at least a week and a bit.

ENCA: They have an old, out-of-print vinyl record from one of Edith's first operatic recordings. I think in this iteration of Enca, it's a nostalgic reminder of their childhood. Warm sunset filtering through the windows, little dust motes in the air, the sound of her parent's singing filling the whole house. Edith twirling around with a young Enca in their arms, Enca making little half-chirps as they try to sing along. It's also just a warm reminder of Edith themself. I haven't decided if they just don't get to see each other as often, or if Edith is capital G Gone gone, but suffice to say Enca doesn't see them often (or at all) anymore. If they ever lost it, Enca would most certainly cry. Sure, they could easily find another recording, but it's not going to be this specific, physical copy that Edith gave to her because she liked listening to it so much.

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

INGA: Loves eating exceptionally high quality fruit and vegetables, though she doesn't like eating raw veggies very much. She likes when they're in the upper extremes of texture and flavor. If she she's eating sweet mango, it has to be the sweetest! mango. If she's eating lettuce, it has to be the crispest! lettuce. This lemon has to be so sour that it hurts her tongue. She's not a picky eater, but she loves to indulge her senses as much as possible, whenever possible. Her favorite is passion fruit! Likes the tanginess against the sweetness and also thinks the pulpy seeds are fun.

ENCA: Also likes to eat fruits and vegetables, but they tend to like mild or bitter flavors. Things like pear or pomelo, watercress or bittermelon. She really likes blood oranges! Just sweet enough, not too tangy, has that sort of berry flavor, and a pretty ruby color.

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

Mostly warm and savory things. Macaroni soup with chicken broth and chunks of ham, or rice porridge topped with a fried egg. Maybe a big, steamed or baked bun with roast pork or sweet red bean filling. Whatever combination of items, Dandi's comfort breakfast has to have at least a fried egg or some type of bright, round orange fruit (usually citrus). Really strong memory from their childhood in The Garage of sitting at the table, swinging their feet while someone peeled mandarins and fed them little slices, or helped them get a fried egg onto a piece of toast. A smile and a little nod while they ate and saying to Dandi, "Best to start the day with a bit of the sun."

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them?

The people of The Garage are a group of mechanics, pilots, and engineers who, upon finding a young Dandelion with nowhere to go, collectively went, "Our child now." I haven't thought out individual members so much, but I imagine they're an eclectic bunch who are nevertheless caring and supportive of each other. They're the kind of people who would do Big Sandwich Night. Most, if not all of these people never raised a child before, but they did their best to learn and sought help when needed. Did their utmost to be just as caring and supportive. Taught Dandelion different skills, fed them a lot of good food, instilled in them an appreciation for Big Robot.

Dandi grew up close with their family, and they're still close with them now. They still frequently visit The Garage and go back to do maintenance on Lucky Punch. Always a good time getting everyone together to eat, or clambering up the scaffolding so they can get a better look at the cool new robot arm from the latest salvage run that somebody slapped onto their own mech.

#thank you!!#also benni invited to big sandwich night or equivalent always 😌#asks #rebootsnake #amberglow #courier mech pilots #(or whatever this setting ends up being called)#inga #enca #dandelion

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