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spishaychicken · 1 year

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Moving into an unexpected place

Today, I decided to get a roommate! For like, the experience. I used a Tinder-like app for people who want roommates. After a few days, I matched with a person called Alex, they were nice, outgoing, (like me) and boisterous if I could describe them in about three words, based on my first impression. We chatted for a few days and then we both decided to move into a rural neighborhood. It was a two-story house with a basement, two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and two bathrooms, and it’s not a bad price for the size of the rooms.

People say that I’m crazy for moving into a house with a person I basically know nothing about, willingly! But, I’m a social person, and I like doing weird stuff. Life is short anyways, so why not do as much as you can in that lifetime? Well, that’s my logic for doing stuff like this. And if my stay there turned out to be one of those roommate horror stories, I can laugh it off with my friends.

Anyways… once I finally packed all my stuff and moved to my new house, I opened the door and… I collided with something. I was, of corse, a little disoriented after bumping into the thing I bumped into. When I got out of my confusion, I saw my new roommate, thank god I wasn’t tricked and they looked like what they did in the pictures. Neither slim nor, muscular, has a slight scar above their right eyebrow, only a little taller than me, short, dark, dirty blonde hair with an indigo streak on the right side on their hair, but it looks a bit messy, like someone was messing with it? Eh, they were probably just stressing out like me, probably nothing to worry about.

Uh- hi there! Yoouu must be Xavier. W-want to come in?

. . . Yes.

Things were… suspicious, to say the very least. They sounded and acted very anxious and cautious. Even though they acted completely different when we chatted. Well, I decided to go in, since it would be rude and strange to just say “Nah, I actually decided to go back home. I don’t want to have a roommate anymore, hope you enjoy the house.” Well, we decided to sit in the kitchen to chat a little more.

Sooo, what were you gonna do before we bumped into each other?

Oh. Um- I was gonna go shopping for, for, food!

Oh, shouldn’t we get some food immediately? I got some food, but it’s barley enough for one meal, we should go.

No. I’m fine. We should help pack before relaxing.

Um- ok? But eating really isn’t relax-wait are you drooling?

O-ah-no! I-it’s just, uh…

Ok, we really need to get some fo-wait is your stomach growling? It’s really loud.

. . .

We REALLY need to get food for you-

Suddenly everything went dark and wet, but only my head. I was very, VERY, confused. I tried reasoning with myself on how and where I am, then tried to call Alex for help, but they didn’t respond. Then I started feeling more of my body getting, moist? Wet? Something like that. And I was slowly going, down? This was also when something grabbed my arms and pinned them next to the rest of by body, I immediately flinched and momentarily broke free, but the hand-things also as quickly put my arms back in their original spot. I assumed that I should probably keep the arms where the grips are since; they weren’t moving when they pinned my arms so it wasn’t some sort of crazy bug, and the hand-things aren’t digging into my skin and hurting me, so, I did nothing.

After my hands fully went in the “tunnel” the hands moved to my legs. After that, I decided to wriggle a little bit to see how tight the “damp tunnel” was, and right before I was about to test how tight the tunnel was, my head popped out of a bigger area. I decided to just “relax” until the rest of my body falls into this “place”. the only other thing that happened was interesting was, before my feet went in, the hands paused, and then took my shoes off before my feet and the rest of my legs quickly slid down and hitting me, it kinda hurt.

After all my body went in, I rearranged myself to get comfortable and wait to adjust my eyesight to see where I am. But after I rearranged myself I heard a big relieved but a touch dramatic “siiiggghhh”. Then a little bit of shaking in the “room” and then my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, and the only thing I could describe it is, I guess those videos where the characters would go inside the human body? Idk, but then, I heard Alex’s voice talking to me.

Ahhh… sorry Xavier for the bad first impression, I was just too hungry, And you looked uh, delicious. So, I just HAD to eat you, and-

Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait, why are you describing me as “delicious”, and WHAT do you mean by “eating me”. And WHERE AM I??

Then after a few seconds, I guess Alex lied down quickly, and I had to rearrange myself all over again.

Ahh… sorry, I had to lay down, standing up with some takes too much energy for me y’know? And, do you not know what vore is? Hehe… you’re this old and don’t know what vore is, that’s basically impossible.

First off, ouch. Second off, I don’t think I’ve actually experienced vore in real life. well, I think I heard it at a party, but I was too drunk to really comprehend what was going on, so I don’t really count that… but I’ve read stories about it so I kinda know about it, I know the like, basic lingo of it, but I’ve never actually SEEN it happen. I mean, I grew up in a private- Wait-wait-wait-wait, we are getting off topic. I’m guessing that since you’re telling me that you ate me, So, you’re also telling me that I’m in YOUR stomach? Why?

Eh, I got that “Pred Hunger” y’know? I was thinking to fill myself with the food I got, but didn’t want to eat all the food, so I held off. Then I thought maybe grabbing a prey and eat them to satisfy my hunger, but then you would see me with a belly, and that would be weird… I was gonna get some meat to hold me off until I can get a prey without you, seeing it. And then I bumped into you when I was gonna head out, and… my stomach basically took over.

Oh, um… ok… so… are you gonna let me out anytime soon..?

Eh, maybe, I’m getting a liiittle tired after eating you, so I might go to sleep.

Oh, that probably means I’m dying, isn’t that basically code for you killing me in vore? (Well, I think that’s what that means.) Should I call my friends or something? To say my goodbyes? Or maybe the police? (What even are the laws of eating people though?? Is this legal??)

Oh no-no-no-no-no, I could never. My stomach acid either won’t work, or it’ll digest you, and respawn… somewhere… and you don’t really have your phone, it’s still on the counter.

Oh… well I should probably relax then.

Ok, hehe, I’m gonna go and sleep on the couch. Good night-I mean, good afternoon.

Um… ok, I guess good night too?

There was no response, and after a-few seconds, I heard snoring. “They really went to sleep that quickly??” I thought, after a-few seconds of disbelief, I decided to try and go to sleep too rather than finding out what stomach acid feels like. It was abnormally really easy to fall asleep, only a-few seconds until I lost consciousness.

It’s been, a little over a month since I’ve arrived at this new house, and it’s been surprisingly great! Despite what happened that day. Me and Alex are basically best friends at this point, I’ve been trying to get used to a pred living with me, the first few times of them having a sqirming stomach when I get back from work, or being asked to be their meal for a day were weird, but eventually I got used to it.

I’m glad that I got a roommate like them.

#v.ore #soft vore #same size vore #male vore #male prey #unwilling prey

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kabillieu · 1 year

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I want very badly to bake something sweet. I love baked goods so much, but I rarely bake because it takes a lot of planning to have the ingredients on hand, and then also I have to find time to do it. Usually it involves a stand mixer. I have a nice one (a Kitchenaid) but it lives in the basement and is heavy to bring upstairs and because I so rarely use it I have to wash the bowl and attachments first. My grandmother's stand mixer had a permanent place on her counter, and I will get there one day, but not in this house.

Anyway, I think of myself as someone who fails at baking more often than succeeds. That's another reason I don't bake often, because it's so disappointing to spend so much time and effort on something that doesn't turn out or is (even worse) mediocre.

But, in all fairness to me, there do seem to be times when I'm very, very good at making sweets, and usually that's when I come into a bounty of fresh local fruit and I have a crowd to bake for. The year we moved from Montgomery to Omaha (so five summers ago), we took my big kid to pick peaches and blueberries, and I made blueberry muffins, Edna Lewis's peach cobbler (best I have EVER tasted, and I've had a lot of peach cobbler), blueberry bars, and blueberry compote to eat with sliced pork loin. Two springs ago, I was in Pensacola for spring break, and we bought a flat of local strawberries. I made at least two strawberry icebox pies, strawberry muffins, and strawberry shortcake. I made a blueberry cobbler for my family when they were visiting last summer that everyone (including me! and I'm a tough critic of my own food) loved. I am desperate for a simple lemon loaf cake recipe that is easy to make, moist, and delicious. I would similarly love to once in my life make good lemon bars. If those bars also had another fruit like raspberry or blueberry I would die and go to (secular) heaven. Lately, I have been craving banana pudding, the icebox kind. Similarly, simple vanilla pound cake or iced chocolate sheet cake made by somebody's grandmother are also god-tier foods.

Other sweet things I love that I have no interest in making are fruit tarts, almond croissants, pastries of all kinds really, homemade-style cakes with real buttercream frosting (get outta here with grocery store cakes; yuck!), coffee cakes, and donuts. Sweet rolls that use yeast. Oh I would love, love, love some fresh orange rolls.

Eventually I'm going to have to learn how to use yeast without completely freaking out about it, or else I might never taste a delicious sticky sweet orange roll again.

All this ruminating is brought to you by a desperate craving I have for something sweet but no clue what to bake, plus little desire to put in the effort and time.

I don't use Tumblr collaboratively very much anymore, but if you've read this far and you have an easy (easy being key) and beloved dessert, I would love it if you left a link to the recipe in the comments.

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the-void-writes · 2 years

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Happy WBW :D

Any cool creatures / fantastical elements you're working on in lockhart manor that you're willing to tell me all about? :3

@bloodlessheirbyjacques <3

@bloodlessheirbyjacques It's still really messy 😅 but I'd love to share it, thank you 😊

I'll have to get into spoilers for SOLM, so I'll put them under the cut because this is super long anyway. To summarize, though, the biggest idea I have is this flesh monster that lives in either the woods or Cyrus' basement.

Okay, spoiler number one: The whole town of Hawthorn is actually full of "immortal ones." Something Cyrus' first ancestors did put everyone under this transformation that basically keeps them alive forever. They're not entirely like vampires, as they can still eat and walk outside, but they do have the fangs and stuff. Nearby towns at the time were disgusted by them and tried to exterminate everyone, a conflict that lasted for a long time until those villagers killed Cyrus' parents and he destroyed all the other towns in retaliation. (I don't know how much of this will stay canon 😅)

Spoiler number two: The flesh monster. I have two ideas for this thing:

1) The ancestors' actions may have opened a gateway for other bizarre creatures. This thing started off as a weak little lump that looked more like a brain. Cyrus took pity on it and started feeding it leftover limbs and stuff from whatever he or the town had eaten, perfect for disposing of waste. Now, the thing is about triple its original size, stretches the entire length of the woods, and looks more like a trail of uncooked dough with the limbs and faces of people it's consumed permanently embedded in its skin. Cyrus absolutely feeds a certain rude and manipulative TV host to his beloved pet.

2) The flesh thing lives in Cyrus' basement and is actually the amalgamation of Angelo and his crew all melted together as punishment for their treatment of Val and their blatant disrespect for the town and its history.

That second idea ties into my third nightmare concept: The manor feels like its alive. Whenever Val walks around at night, it feels like the floor is taking a breath. Certain hallways feel moist, the walls shudder on occasion, and it always seem to protect Val wherever they go. Either the house is alive, or its an extension of Cyrus. (Again, not sure if this will be canon because it's hard to pull off along with everything else unless I planned to make Cyrus the villain which is never 🤣)

Here's a bit of the flesh monster (starring Astrea and Elijah because this was supposed to be part of the crossover I wrote for them but I can't decide if it's okay):

Thick, wet footsteps echoed off the walls as Elijah marched forward, his arm secured tightly around Astrea. He didn’t dare to think about what he was stepping through. Not for his sake, of course. He had done far worse in his early days. No, his concern was for Astrea, who tried her best to illuminate the corridor, despite the darkness that seemed to go on forever. She was tougher than most, Elijah knew, but the sight of dead soldiers— or even worse, civilians— overwhelmed her with guilt. She didn’t need that again.

Wherever the spell from the library had sent them, it sounded empty, hollow like a rotting oak. Still, Elijah couldn’t shake the feeling of something moving behind him, something huge and sluggish, always reaching for him but falling short. The air was hot and damp, and Elijah could detect something foul; a monster’s aura, though it felt more like the memory of one long ago. Astrea could sense it, too. She wanted to look, but Elijah held her shoulder.

“Don’t, my love. Let it be.”

She nodded hesitantly. Better to think it a hallucination than to know it as a reality. They kept moving through the corridor that only seemed to get hotter and more damp, the light never reflecting off of anything nearby. One misstep from Elijah resulted in the darkness convulsing around them, sending Astrea stumbling into a wall as her flame flickered out. When she steadied her hand on the surface, though, something was clearly off. It was slimy, meaty, and pulsating. She drew her hand back and grabbed Elijah.

“El, I don’t think this is a cave.”

Astrea summoned her fire once more and chucked it behind her. It bounced off of something pink and puffy before fizzling out. The rumbling returned, followed by a sound that reverberated through their cores. Elijah took her hand and ran forward.

“How do we know which way is the end?” Astrea yelled.

“I assume the thing behind us was its tongue.”

“You better be right about that.”

Thankfully, a blinding light appeared on the horizon, a thin line that grew bigger and brighter. With Astrea tight in his grasp, Elijah charged forward, almost tripping over a jagged, hip-level tooth. He and his beloved tumbled onto a cold forest floor. Astrea stood and grabbed her daggers, lighting them aflame to better see the beast. The creature that stood before her defied explanation, a shapeless mass that seemed to go on for miles. Every so often, in the wrinkles of the thing’s flesh, she saw arms and heads, faces twisted in permanent agony. It was like a million people were melded together into a wad of clay.

Astrea dropped her daggers, overwhelmed by the pain that seemed to emit from this creature. If it was a collection of human consciousness, that meant it could be reasoned with. She held her hand out, using her magic to reach out to its mind, to ease its nerves. It shook and screeched before plopping onto the ground like a tired dog. The constant movements were beginning to cease, and the creature started to look more like red uncooked dough.

“That’s it,” Astrea whispered. “I won’t hurt you. You’ve suffered enough.”

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manikrege · 2 years

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A note to that Special Friend from Monash Malaysia

Sometimes I like to dream about being back in Monash with you. It’s 9 at night and the campus is dimly lit like a garden of fireflies buzzing half-asleep. There’s a group of friends playing in the basketball court and we can hear them sitting on the cold moist wooden decks in front of the cafeteria.

I look above the overgrowth of trees hugging the building square and notice the hazy sky; then look at you, signaling that it’s going to rain soon.

But the weather has never been a worry in Sunway, is it – thanks to our canopies? You should know how much I love losing myself in you. Losing myself on the long walks we take after getting too tired of waiting for the shuttle. And how much I love finding a little more time to hear about your day, all over again.

You say you’re hungry and I nod, so we march to Rock cafe, cutting across the BRT station.

I pause to pet the chubby dogs outside the garage, and even though you’re not a big fan, you don’t mind waiting because you know how happy hugging them makes me.

You can see herds of students walking in their hoodies and sandals, tired but relieved. Waiting to have dinner and freshen up so they can gather in the Sunway foyer to rush their assignments overnight.

We reach Rock, and I listen more than I eat. Because I’m not worried about getting hungry later on, anyway; someone will always be there to rescue me at any point in the night, from Hadramis to Jaffars, or the comforting masala dosa at Anwar Maju with their sweet cup of teh tarik.

We track back to Monash, and huddle in on the fourth floor, which is open for exam season. Droves of students have already claimed their spaces, hiding under a wardrobe of hoodies because you know just how cold it can get here.

We find a shy corner at the edge near the business office, plug in our laptops, and spend the next hour making checklists of all the things we should follow through on before dawn.

I can’t see it right now but I like imagining Pyramid’s peak and how it quitely glows in the distance, like a comforting lighthouse to sailors lost at sea. I always wonder how it would feel to be there right now, inside. With no one around. I have this fantasy of sneaking in, just to waltz through the empty halls and theatres.

Time passes by, dreaming, getting buried in notes, and taking long walks for short breaks in the cool, dark foyers that have their own eerie language of whispers. Before you know it, folks are rushing into the basement for the first class of the day, which most of us will doze through after getting the code.

We part ways and I jog to Rasai Machan with my tiffin box, eager to fill it with hot breakfast that I have this odd love-hate opinion of. All filled up and dizzy, I saunter out and across the gully as the shop shutters are opening up, and I crash on my bed after reaching the dorm room. I set an alarm – 8 alarms, if I’m being honest – for my afternoon classes, but I know I’ll end up snoozing and then rushing to the auditorium, anyway.

Sometimes I wonder how we kept up with this, year after year, not realizing how much we’d grow to love the kind of crazy routine we wanted to run away from when we were back home.

But I guess that’s exactly what made this time different – our time at Monash -we were all escaping from one thing or the other, clutching on to whoever or whatever was new, without history, without strings – desperate to start fresh and have the freedom to be someone new.

What I miss the most, though, is this weird feeling of knowing that everything will be okay – even amidst all the stress from studies and personal struggles. I miss knowing that I have so many people to back me up despite our differences.

And I miss the easy, unscrewing pace of the city – as if it had its own mind, slowing time down to give us the space to keep going in the very worst of our days.

So I guess I wouldn’t mind going through it all over again with you. Including the parts that hurt us both a little. Because even though there was a time when we couldn’t wait to be in our homes again, now that I’m here, miles away from you, the only thing I really want to do is to go back to the one we built together, and stay.

It’s the only place I can truly call “mine.”

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riversofmars · 3 years

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OMG Vastra and Jenny's wedding! Please write that! Maybe they 'never' got around to it because multiple Doctors and multiple Rivers showed up and therefore don't remember. Haha. Pretty please?

OMG I love this! Yes, of course I will! It's utter chaos, I hope you like it. I was having a good laugh while writing :D

Rating: G

Word Count: 2200

Read on AO3 or blow

The Big Day

“Strax!“ Madame Vastra’s voice carried through the corridors of 13 Paternoster Row.

“Yes, Ma’am?“ Strax stuck his head into Vastra’s study, and the lady of the house looked around.

“There you are. I need you to get Jenny as well,“ she instructed.

“Now, Ma’am?“ Strax frowned.

“Yes, Strax right now,“ she retorted with a sigh.

“You do realise what day it is?“ The butler prompted. It had taken him a while to find her as the study was not where she was supposed to be.

“Yes, Strax I am fully aware what day it is. But the fate of London, planet Earth and, frankly, Time itself makes no exceptions, not even for one’s wedding day,“ Vastra groaned in annoyance. She had been in her bed chambers getting ready for the big day when her advanced hearing had picked up on a series of alarms sounding from the study. She had considered ignoring them, this was meant to be the happiest day of her life after all, but her sense of duty had gotten the better of her.

“Very good, Ma’am…“ Strax nodded. “But perhaps we might try to… solve the problem by ourselves? I’m afraid Miss Jenny might be awfully disappointed if she were to see you before the ceremony,“ the commander pointed out. While he couldn’t pretend to understand the meaning behind all these seemingly random Earth traditions, he appreciated that they bore some significance to Jenny.

“Strax…“ Vastra sighed, she didn’t need him making her feel any more guilty than she already did. All she wanted was for this to be the perfect day for Jenny and already things were going wrong.

“Earlier she threw a shoe at me when I requested her help in serving tea,“ Strax explained.

“Do you think maybe that has something to do with the fact that you asked her to work on her wedding day?“ Vastra couldn’t help a smirk of amusement, she would have enjoyed seeing Strax trying to duck a shoe flying his way.

“I hadn’t considered it, Ma’am,“ the Sontaran mused. “I shall file that under human mating rituals: no work on the wedding day.“

“Right, okay, I suppose I should apply the same principle to fighting alien incursions. Let’s see if we can deal with this discreetly, without Jenny…“ Vastra decided, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Perhaps I might be of some assistance!“ Strax and Vastra whirled around to see Professor River Song flash a stunning smile at them. She shook out her hair that fizzed with the energy of vortex manipulator travel.

“Professor Song!“ Vastra took a moment to recover from the shock. She stared in surprise at the archaeologist who smoothed down a beautiful navy gown. Guests weren’t meant to arrive for another few hours. Vastra herself hadn’t even changed yet.

“Sorry, I am a bit early but I was in need of a quick getaway and set the coordinates in a hurry… but sounds like I might have been just in time?“ River grinned.

“Well, uh…“ the lady of the house struggled for words.

“So what seems to be the problem, I’m happy to help,“ the professor carried on pleasantly as she looked around the study. “I’m sure there are things you’d rather be doing right now.“

“How about some tea?“ Strax interjected.

“Champagne if you don’t mind. Or is it a bit early for that too?“ River retorted.“What time is it anyway?“

“You see, that seems to be the problem,“ Vastra said, pointing to a clock on the mantelpiece. It had stopped.

“I thought something didn’t feel quite right,“ River checked the time on her vortex manipulator as well.

“It’s not just the one clock, I have checked them all, they’ve just stopped,“ the Silurian carried on.

“Well then, there is nothing for it, we must locate the source of the time distortion so we can get on with this lovely day. You’re only meant to get married once. Getting caught in an alternate reality or a time loop or something to that effect would be awfully inconvenient,“ River clapped her hands together with enthusiasm. As someone with first-hand experience of weddings outside the fabric of time, she felt best equipped to deal with things.

“And how would you suggest we start?“ Vastra asked.

“Well, there really only is one question we need to ask ourselves… where is my plus one? I am fairly certain one of them is responsible for this,“ River put her hands on her hips. “He’s not arrived yet, has he?“

“Which one of them did you bring?“ Vastra questioned, and the professor ran her hand through her hair.

“Ah well, I thought I would see whichever one of them turns up…“

“Oh…“ Realisation dawned on Vastra what sort of temporal disturbance they might be dealing with.

“Was I supposed to bring one in particular?“ River asked, and the Silurian shook her head.

“Well, no. No, it’s just…“

“Ah…“ River came to the same conclusion as the detective. “Yes, I see what you mean…“

“It would make sense…“ Vastra crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Could you please stop communicating telepathically?“ Strax intervened, and the two women looked around to him.

“More than one Doctor in the same place and time,“ Vastra explained while River produced a scanner from the small clutch bag she was holding.

“Dimensional engineering isn’t just useful for TARDISes, you know,“ she smirked in response to their confused expressions and started running a scan. “The disturbance isn’t far from here, in fact… just…“ She pointed to the ground beneath their feet. “Below us.“

“The Siluritum,“ Vastra sighed. Of course. The cavern below 13 Paternoster Row was where they would be having the ceremony and reception.

“Come on!“ River grinned, heading towards the door. “Or would you rather stay and continue getting ready…?“ She turned back to Vastra, looking her up and down.

“I would rather make sure my wedding does not equate to the end of the universe,“ the detective retorted as she followed.

“What should I do, Ma’am?“ Strax piped up.

“Reassure Jenny that everything is absolutely fine and that everything is going off without a hitch,“ Vastra decided it was best to keep her bride in the dark for as long as possible. Surely, the situation would be easy enough to rectify and with any luck, she would never need to know. “Do NOT let her venture downstairs.“

“But what if she…“ Strax carried on, and Vastra interrupted him:

“Use your initiative Strax: lie.“

“This way…“ Vastra indicated, and River followed. As they descended the stairs to what any ordinary visitor would have presumed the basement, the air was not only getting hot and moist as Silurians preferred it, it also seemed to be fizzing with energy. Reality was slightly out of whack, and the first TARDIS came into view at the bottom of the stairs.

“Now this is going to be fun,“ River commented as they stepped into the impressive cave - decorated for the occasion with the most luscious flowers - and they spotted another dozen TARDISes. There was room enough but evidently not time and reality enough to accommodate them or their numerous owners.

“Alright, can everyone just calm down so we can work this out?!“ One of the Doctors shouted in a thick Scottish accent. “As the oldest one here, I can assure you, none of you are meant to be here, I’d remember!“

“If our time streams are crossed, you wouldn’t remember, actually!“ Another Doctor shot back, who River liked to refer to as Pretty Boy.

“I think this is all some big misunderstanding,“ yet another Doctor - donning particularly well-grown celery for the occasion - pointed out.

“You’re gonna have to help me here…“ Vastra mumbled to River as they hovered in the doorway.

“Who are all these people?“ A young girl enquired of the Doctor next to her.

“Susan Foreman, Doctor’s granddaughter…“ River whispered to Vastra who looked back at her bemused.

“Does that make you a step-grandmother?“

“Shut up…“ River elbowed the Silurian who smirked but then she pointed out all the companions' names to her as they watched them bicker.

“Doctor, you didn’t mention you used to be so handsome…“ Amy Pond was currently in the process of eyeing up several of the Doctor’s previous incarnations while their Doctor just groaned in annoyance, and Rory Williams tried his best to keep her from making acquaintances.

“Handsome? Really?“ Donna Noble shot back, obviously disgusted at the very thought while Pretty Boy smugly straightened his tie.

“So they’re all you?“ Sarah Jane Smith asked, bewildered.

“It would appear so…“ her Doctor retorted, tangling his long scarf around him, while soothing down a suit. To their credit, everyone had dressed up for the occasion.

“Doctor, what are we doing here?“ Liv Chenka threw her hands up in the air, fed up with the bickering.

“We’ve been invited to a wedding,“ her Doctor replied with a wide grin.

“Who’s wedding?“ Ace McShane interjected.

“I don’t know but I love a good wedding, don’t you?“ her Doctor grinned, straightening his hat.

“You don’t even know Vastra and Jenny yet!“ The Doctor that River liked to nickname “Eyebrows“ shot back.

“Is that who’s getting married? Lovely, best put that on the card…“ Pretty Boy instructed Donna who rolled her eyes at him.

“Do you think perhaps it’s time to…“ Vastra looked at River.

“What?“ The professor had been engrossed in watching the spectacle in front of them but the detective certainly had a point. “Oh yeah, yes, let's!“

“Excuse me, everyone!“ Vastra called out and everyone looked around. Before the Silurian could carry on, however, there was an energy discharge, knocking everyone off their feet. Suddenly, another TARDIS appeared in their midst.

“Sorry, sorry! Are we late?“ Another Doctor, northern with blond bobbed hair, stuck her head out.

“Now, this is getting more interesting by the minute!“ River raised her eyebrows intrigued, as she clambered back to her feet.

“River!“ the blond Doctor exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across her face. The other Doctors - surprisingly even the ones that didn’t really know who she was - mirrored the expression upon lying eyes on their wife..

“Professor!“ Vastra elbowed River who took delight in the attention suddenly devoted to her. The air was humming with energy, if another TARDIS decided to pop up now, things would surely go very wrong indeed.

“Right, everyone, this is getting a tiny bit complicated…“ River announced, though somewhat half-heartedly as she made eyes at her numerous husbands and wife, so Vastra decided it best to take things in her own hands:

“And by tiny bit complicated the professor means to say you are disrupting the very fabric of time.“ She put her hands on her hips, her voice stern. “In my house. On my wedding day. And as I would like to actually get married later today, it would be nice if time could carry on and not break, not today.“

“Oh right.“ The Doctors exchanged concerned glances.

“Yeah, I suppose that wouldn’t be very good, would it…“

“So if you wouldn’t mind parking your TARDISes elsewhere,“ Vastra carried on and there were more nods from various Doctors:

“Right.“

“Sure.“

“Naturally.“

“But… which one of us gets to stay? We’re all invited,“ it was the oldest Doctor that spoke up. She was looking at River with stars in her eyes, and it melted the professor’s heart. She evidently hadn’t seen her in a long time and was keen to stay.

“Ah yes, that may have been an oversight on my part…“ River admitted sheepishly as she had sent a message on the psychic paper. One that had clearly reached all of them.

“Well, I think there’s only one thing for it,“ a voice sounded from the doorway, and everyone whirled around. Jenny crossed her arms in front of her chest in amusement as she watched the peculiar scene in front of her.

Everyone was at a loss for words but Vastra in particular. Jenny was wearing a stunning wedding dress of white lace, her hair was pinned up with white flowers and her bright smile was the most dazzling thing of all.

“Darling, it’s…“ Vastra was going to say that everything was alright and dealt with. She was going to say that it was far too early for her to be down here. She was going to say that they shouldn’t be seeing each other yet, but all she could manage was: “You look beautiful.“

“And you’re not changed yet,“ Jenny smirked. “You better, as soon as time carries on.“

“We will have this sorted in a minute, Jenny, I’m so sorry about this.“ River said but the bride just laughed.

“I should have expected today wouldn’t go off without a hitch,“ she commented. “Just as… extraordinary as the rest of our life.“ She smiled at Vastra who gave a soft chuckle as well.

“You said there was one thing for it? What solution did you have in mind, my love?“

“Well I suppose, to keep things fair, we will have to repeat the ceremony a few times, won’t we. So everyone can attend.“ Jenny grinned as Vastra’s face fell.

“Are you serious?“

“Well, it’s only fair. Don’t tell me it’s such a hardship to keep kissing me,“ Jenny winked to a chorus of cheers. She wrapped her arms around her wife-to-be who allowed herself to be pulled into a hug.

Suddenly there was another discharge of energy.

“Alright everyone, move your TARDISes!“ Vastra exclaimed, and the Doctors jumped into action. “It’s gonna be a long and beautiful day.“ She smiled at Jenny and pressed a loving kiss to her lips. The first of many they would share that day.

#Doctor who #fanfiction #prompt #river song #thirteenth doctor #madame vastra #jenny flint #fluff #crack #banter #space wives #yowzah #paternoster gang #dw fanfic #femslash #multiple doctor #strax

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ackerslut · 3 years

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For your requests: Lower Decks senior crew meeting when they talk about dumb stuff. I saw the bar stool meeting in moist vessel and honestly, that was favorite part of that episode.

My apologies! I know this has been sitting in my inbox forever!!

Set in season 1 II AO3 Link

T'Ana is three fingers into her whiskey when Carol drops into her chair. Stress lines combined with her haphazardly styled hair indicates that she's been dealing with a certain wild ensign again. T'Ana feels equal parts amused and exasperated by the fact that Mariner could so easily get under the skin of their captain, but makes no mention of it.

"Aren't you on duty?" Ransom asks, sitting in his chair backwards like he's William fucking Ryker. Whatever, she's not going to ruin his dreams.

She throws back the rest of her drink. "And what of it?" T'Ana lets a bit of a growl into her voice.

Ransom holds up his hands placatingly. Carol eyes her empty glass longingly.

"Sorry-!" Billups yips, flying through the doorway so fast it almost doesn't have time to open for him. "-I didn't realize we had a-"

"It's fine," Carol mutters. "Take a seat."

Billups sits next to Stevens, who's been making weird eye contact with Ransom.

T'Ana doesn't want to know. She pulls her flask out of her lab jacket and takes a swig.

"Is this about the away mission?" Ransom asks, sighing. "Because I swear I didn't know the Gadaorianzes believed bathbombs were devil worship-"

"It's not about that," Carol interrupts, rubbing her temples. By the look on her face it's clear she and Ransom are going to be discussing that in great detail later.

"Okay then," Ransom glances around the room puzzled. "Then what's-"

Carol mumbles something incomprehensible to everyone but T'Ana. Sometimes having enhanced hearing is a perk.

This is not one of those times.

T'Ana pulls out her second flask from her boot and drains it.

"Uh, I didn't quite catch that-" Stevens begins.

"It's about Mariner!" Carol snaps.

T'Ana flattens her ears and rolls her eyes. "You've got to be kidding me."

Shaxs, who's been relatively quiet thus far, exchanges a commiserating glance with her.

"She's never where she should be, she disregards mission protocols, she sasses her superiors, she's not even adhering to dress code half the time-"

"Just demote her then," Ransom says, looking relieved that he's not about to be reamed out in front of the entire senior crew. Yet.

Carol narrows her eyes. "I can't," she mutters.

T'Ana raises an eyebrow. Or her equivalent of one, anyway. "What, she some bigwig's daughter? That make sense," she snorts.

The Captain's eyes get even more squinty. "What's that supposed to mean, Dr. T'Ana?"

"Oh, you let her get away with waaay to much shit for her to be anything less than an Admiral's daughter."

"I heard she's a spy for section-"

"Everyone knows you can't trust shit from the rumor mill on this ship, Billups."

"I'm saying it would make sense! Do you know how much she can bench press?"

"And she's so tiny too," Ransom says, mournfully.

"Eh-"

"Not really-"

"Actually she's taller than me-"

Ransom, who has about eight inches on everyone present, just scowls at the table.

"Cool, so Mariner's making the Captain spazz out," Steven's says, leaning back in his chair. He clearly trying to pull off casual and suave, but not succeeding due to the fact that you can only lean so far back in the swivel chairs before toppling over. "What are we supposed to do about it?"

"This isn't 'problem solving meeting,'" Ransom hisses, "it's our weekly group therapy session, Steve, keep up."

"Wait that's a thing?"

"How long have you been on this ship?" T'Ana asks.

"Four years."

"And you haven't noticed that Freeman calls us in here at least once a week-if not twice-to complain about her mentee?"

"She's not my mentee!"

"You're emotionally attached to her, just sign the adoption papers already," T'Ana shoots back, earning a chuckle of Shaxs.

"You do get this strangely constipated look around her," he adds.

"Hmm, just like the one you get when you look at Ensign Rutherford?" T'Ana adds, smirking.

"I don't have fatherly feelings toward-"

"You all disgust me," T'Ana says, shaking her head.

"Don't worry, someday you'll find an adorable, wide eyed Ensign to adopt," Carol says, patronizingly, something of a grin melting away the stress in her face.

"So you're admitting that you wanna adopt the problem child?"

Carol scowls. "I didn't call this meeting to be-"

"We are in fucking basement levels of denial," T'Ana groans. She drops her head onto the table and feels around in her back pocket for another flask.

"Just throw her in the brig again and be done with it," Ransom mutters, circling back to the original topic at hand. "It's not as if she can get up to much trouble there."

"Don't say that," Billups moans, probably remembering the last time Mariner was thrown in the brig. T'Ana hadn't been there for it personally, but she knows Carol deleted the security footage for therapy related reasons.

"Can't you just bribe her? Can she be bribed?" Steven muses.

"That's against regulation." Carol's considering expression is at odds with her words.

"Find her weakness and use it against her," Ransom says, filing his nails.

"She doesn't have weaknesses." Carol's face is now intense.

"She has friends right? Surely they're an influence on her."

Carol scowls. "Trust me, I tried that. Her best friend has some sort of loyalty crush on her and the rest of them would sooner break the rules than try and intervene."

"You have only one choice than," Shaxs says, voice rumbling.

Everyone turns to look at him.

"Give up."

"What!"

"Did he really just say that?"

"Shaxs!"

"No no. He's right."

T'Ana grabs the bottle of vodka ducktapped under the table and uncorks it. It's going to be a long afternoon.

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Hey I can't find this in your FAQ so sorry if it's been asked before! Your traditional art is so stunning and vibrant, would you happen to have any brand recommendations for people trying to get into painting? Maybe specific gouche paint, brushes, papers etc. Thank you so much and have a nice day!

no one has ever asked me this before because this is like the first time ive started putting traditional art on my blog! LOL umm to be honest I’m very far from pro on this front, most of my knowledge comes from a handful of classes I didn’t pay a lot of attention to and lots of youtube videos but here’s my recommendations:

Paint

A lot of my paints are winsor newton designer’s gouache because this is what my teachers made me buy when I was a freshman at art school LOL. it’s definitely kind of pricey, I think it’s like $10.99 for a tube which I was NOT a fan of as a college student and is still not my favorite thing now. But they’re overall worth the price if you really want solid, high quality opaque paints. Though I’ve heard their student grade winton paints are decent as well?

I’ve heard less good things about brands like reeves and artist loft... but I think turner is alright? m.graham is supposedly great.

I also bought a set of holbein acryla gouache when it was discounted on amazon a while ago and have found it very solid. One thing you have to know about acryla gouache is that it uses a binder more like acrylic paint (hence the name acryla). Paints are made out of pigment + binder and most gouache is essentially watercolor but with extra pigment/chalk to make it opaque - the binder is water soluble so these paints can be reactivated with water. Acryla gouache is NOT water soluble when dry and it dries pretty fast so it’s overall less flexible. But other than that you can pretty much treat it like any other gouache and I find they keep a little better too, less likely to get gunky or stiff.

All paint brands have a handful of starter packs which are slightly discounted but if you want to build your own starting palette I’d say get a warm and cool tint of all the primaries, get a lot of white (working with gouache somehow involves a lot of mixing with white lol), and get a brown, maybe like burnt sienna or raw umber for underpaintings. No need to get a black, mixing darks builds character, looks better, and having one out of the tube can become a crutch. If you find a white watercolor paint tube that’s cheaper you can buy that instead of a gouache white. Again, they have pretty much the same make-up. And white paints are generally opaque enough that the composition between gouache/watercolor shouldn’t matter too much.

I’ve never used a block tray of gouache. Like those paints that come in little blocks in a tray? I know there's a bunch out there but I’ve never used them and I don’t know anyone else who does so I have no opinion on them.

Brushes

I’ve been kind of exploring this myself. I recently bought a cheap set of flat brushes off amazon LOL and I like them a lot?

Theyre probably not The Best or anything but I found flat brushes suit gouache plein air painting really well because its suits the kind of color blocking shapes I want to make. Also these had the right handle length to fit in my painting bag. That’s like the main reason I chose them tbh.

Honestly a lot of my art supplies philosophy is “give it a whirl with whatever you have lying around and when it feels like you're missing something specific keep an eye out for when that stuff goes on sale”

Paper

GOTTA BE HONEST I’m using cheapo paper. Because I’m making these paintings half for study and half to give my parents something to hang in the living room.

You can actually see some of them curling in on themselves here lol. If you’ve seen the sketchbook I’m holding in any of my pics of paintings it’s one of the canson mixed media books.

and its FINE... I wouldn’t necessarily recommend it lol.. I like that the texture is very fine but it doesn’t hold a lot of water and definitely distorts. Also I keep ripping off the surface with painters tape but that might just be on me. Oh buy artist tape. Just because its so satisfying to have clean edges.

I’m using painters tape instead of artist tape because I found it in the basement but if youre buying supplies buy artist tape because it’ll be kinder to your paper.

SPEAKING OF PAPER.

I guess anything heavyweight for watercolor/mixed media will be fine? some people like a lot of texture but if you’re painting small you might want to avoid it and pick hot press over cold press. Honestly I feel like a lot of this is going to depend on what your specific needs are.. how big do you want the paper to be.. do you want a sketchbook or would you rather carry around loose paper... etc. Maybe go to an art store and touch all their paper. I feel like its easier to understand sizes and texture when you’re seeing it physically.

When I go on a trip, I normally bring a softcover heavyweight stillman & birn sketchbook because I tend to obliterate metal spiral books in my bag LOL. Also I don’t rip any pages out of my travel sketchbooks so I don’t need perforation or anything. Also they go on sale a lot in the art store I go to haha. I havent used gouache extensively in it but it takes inkwash/maker pretty well.

On the higher end, I personally haven’t used it that much but my friends who do traditional illustration professionally swear by arches watercolor paper. It comes in lots of different sizes.

Whatever you use, if you really want it to lie flat you’re gonna want to soak and stretch it on a board but I don’t bother with that because I am lazy.

Palette

You didn’t ask about palette but I’m taking the opportunity to be a shill because I personally use a sta-wet palette and I LOVE it.

One of the biggest frustrations about gouache for me was how quickly it dries after it leaves the tube. And even if you can reawaken it with water its not quite the same? and consistency is SO important when it comes to applying gouache so I don’t want to be over-watering my paint.. ugh. Anyways, I don’t have to worry about that with the sta-wet palette and really its been a game changer for me. sta-wet is a brand name but there are a bunch of other wet palettes not by masterson that I’m sure are just as good. I mean, it’s just a box with a sponge basically, that can’t be hard to replicate.

The only thing - and I personally have not had this issue but I have friends who have - is that if you leave it wet for too long it could grow mold? or a mouldy smell? Just wash your palette with soap and don’t leave it for weeks on end and it should be fine.

If you’re not feeling a palette that’s always moist, the best palette I used in school was a simple glass palette. you can buy one I guess but it’s so easy to DIY, I think the way we did it in school is getting a piece of glass and mdf from the hardware store cut the same size and then duct taped them together on the sides so it wouldn’t be sharp.

costs like nothing.

what else...get a palette knife if you like to mix paints? and like to save paints... mixing with the brush means you lose paint in your brush in the mixing process so a knife is a good way to maximize that process. I don’t use it much but sometime if I have to mix a lot of one color I’ll pull it out of my bag.

I don’t know anything about easels, I sit on the dirty ground like a gremlin when I paint.

Ok yeah that’s all the supplies tips I have. hope some of it was helpful! always try to save money with art supplies, I think. Especially if you’re just starting out - it’s less stressful to use cheap supplies too lol. Good luck! Happy painting!

#Anonymous #traditional art #gouache #one day ill work out a proper way to tag this

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wackapedia · 3 years

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Moving Day

Jin x reader, Fluff, Humor, Supernatural?? 2k words When Jin heard you will be packing up the music room equipment for the new Hybe building, he immediately invited himself to help hang out with you Warnings: Jin gets a little scare, y/n is being thirsty on main

The smell of fresh paint goes straight to your brain the moment you enter the room. You were fairly certain the walls were still moist as you sort out your equipment into your new office. Moving into Big Hit's new office building meant reducing your daily routine of writing and editing music into packing and unpacking boxes of files, equipment, and instruments which was the biggest hassle. Ask Min Yoongi, he agrees. In fact, you held one of the longest conversations with him while helping him sort out the music room of the old Gangnam office late one night. Yes. THAT one night. Big Hit somehow held a paranoia of outsourcing movers to help you to at least find a box for this electronic keyboard. Which is how you ended up with a 5-minute rant hosted by the great SUGA PD. "Security compromise my ass. What are they gonna do, film a building tour while moving up boxes?" Yoongi heaves a sigh, dropping himself like jello among the coiled wires. "Ho boy, you don't know how crazy these media people can go for a glimpse of that building..." You answer, squeezing a roll of wires into the box labelled accordingly before taping it shut and setting it near the door. Just then, Seokjin enters while catching his breath. Sweat caused his shirt to cling to his toned body, making you mutter an 'oh damn' under your breath for the sixth time this evening. "Load up the mixer and the box of wires. We'll find a box for the keyboard tomorrow. I'm starving." Yoongi orders his hyung and then sprawls himself on the floor. "Yah, I'm the one whos supposed to order you around!" Jin positions himself in front of the electric fan, raising his shirt up his chest to dry up his sweat. Oh damn. "You know what, we can just order food here so we can head straight to bed when we get to our homes." You declare. Yoongi groans in approval, crawling his way to his phone to place an order. Jin stacks up the mixer and the box of wires to load it downstairs. "I'll have jajangmyeon!" He tells Yoongi who acknowledges. You try not to observe how Jin's arms flex or how his strong thighs support the weight. "Are you done staring? Can you order now?" Yoongi claps in front of your face. You smack his good shoulder in retaliation. "Stop being rude!" "Ow, did you just hit me?! Show some respect to your elders!" Yoongi playfully reacts. "Well, you weren't a very good example earlier!" -------- Jin knew exactly what he was doing. He was riling you up with his unnecessary grunting, random shirt-raising, and strength-flexing right in front of you. He knew about your crush on him. He just enjoys giving you a show from time to time. Don't get him wrong though, he likes you too. A lot. He thinks you're cute when you pretend to not stare at him at times. No one asked him to help with moving the equipment but as soon as he overheard you talking about packing them up, he invited his handsome self to the party, keeping his eye on a certain Min Yoongi, who may or may not be making a move on you. Jin hoists the boxes up his chest as he makes his way through the hallway, struggling to press the elevator button to open. It was 9:15 pm, no one else was there since the rest of the rooms have been emptied days ago. Jin makes that little surprised squeak when the elevator door opens and reveals you, standing there. "Ah, you scared me there." He says, chuckling. "My hands are full, can you press the basement button?" Jin raises the box and pretends to have an easy time carrying the heavy box. Its showtime. The elevator closes and slowly descends. Seokjin racks his mind for some small talk with you. He hates being put on the spot. "Do you know which floor your new office will be?" He attempts. "I hope it will be near ours..." "Hmm..." Was the only reply he got. You were keeping your head down, probably containing your blush - Jin presumes. The doors open to the basement where a truck was waiting for the last boxes of the day. Jin deposits them on the rear containment before helping the staff driver shut the locks and respectfully thanks him for the job. Just as the truck makes its way out, Jin's phone rings from his pocket. "Y/n ;)" Jin looks back to the now empty elevator whose doors were left open, wondering why were you calling him. His thumb automatically swipes to take the call. Wait, is that... What's that stain on the elevator floor? "Y/n?" Jin answers, moving toward the elevator to investigate the red moisture on the floor. "Jin, the restaurant called, said they ran out of jajangmyeon. Would you like to have udon instead?" Your voice crackles through his phone speakers. Jin's eyebrows knit in confusion. "Noo, its gonna smell like udon around here.." Yoongi whines from the other end. "Its fine, were moving out anyway. Jin? What are you having?" You ask again. "A-are you upstairs? In the music room?" Jin stutters, looking around but finding no one else on the basement parking. "Right where you left us. Udon? Decide now, we're on the phone with the delivery guy!" Jin's brain was short-circuiting in the worst possible way. "Jin? Are you okay? Where are you?" Your worried voice alerts Jin to answer. "I'm at the basement y/n, can you please pick me up?" "O...kay?" "And don't use the elevator! And please stay on the phone..." ------- Your veins suddenly fill with adrenaline upon hearing Jin's shaky voice over the phone. Hopping up from the floor, you sprint out of the room, leaving Yoongi to speak with the delivery guy. "Jin, should I call security?" You stay on the phone as instructed while you make your way down the flight of stairs. "No, just please get over here.." Jin screams as the metal doors of the stairwell scrape against the concrete floor revealing your breathless form. Kim Seokjin rushes over to you and throws his 5'10" self on you. "The hell is going on?!“ you frantically look around the empty parking lot. "You were in the elevator with me and then you, who apparently isn't you, suddenly disappeared and there's blood on the elevator!" Jin's weight drowns you as he struggles to explain what just happened. You were beyond confused but relieved to find Seokjin not mauled by some crazy fan or paparazzi, but you were worried with what he was trying to explain. You take slow steps toward the closed elevator while Jin walks behind you, squeezing your waist with his arms, caging you between his chest. You look up to the digital counter of the elevator counting down: [G] [B1] [B2] And it stops. The doors rattle before opening, revealing a pale figure. Jin begins to pull you away by your waist, constricting your already labored breathing. The scream holds itself on your throat when you realize exactly what was in front of you. Rather, who. "Yah, I already said I was paying, but you guys are going extreme lengths to make sure of that!" Yoongi raises a bag of takeout. You were so relieved, you could cry. "I am never coming back to this building I swear to god..." Jin crouches on the floor, exhausted. "What are you guys talking about?" Yoongi realizes the gravity of the situation. "Lets just go eat at the dorms, please." Jin fishes for his car keys which were fortunately in his pocket and hands it to Yoongi. ---- "Ahh. I've heard that before..." Yoongi nods from the driver's seat after Jin explained to him his whole elevator experience. "I'm serious! I saw y/n in the elevator and wondered how did she get there when she was just in the music room when I left!" Jin defends, but is too tired to actually raise his voice. He was practically lying down on the backseat, his head on your lap. "No, I mean, I've heard the other staff talk about that. One guy was seen in the third floor while someone also said he was at the gym at that time. Its called a doppleganger." "But how is that even possible! She totally looked like y/n, her clothes, her height, though I didn't see her face... But it really looked like her!" "Can we please not talk about this anymore?" You were a little more than creeped out to listen to Jin talk about a ghost (or whatever) that looked exactly like you, leaving trails of blood and freaking people out around the building. ------ "Jin-hyung saw a doppleganger of y/n at the office basement!" Was Yoongi's introductory statement as he enters the dorm, greeting Namjoon in the living room. "Whoa, awesome!" Jungkook sits up at the couch wanting to hear more about it. Yoongi relays what Jin had said in the car, leaving you and Jin in the kitchen to unpack the food. Yoongi was feeling really chatty that night, because even when you've finished your food, Yoongi was still discussing doppelgangers with Namjoon and Jungkook. "Noona, it says here that your doppleganger manifests itself to other people when you're in danger!" Jungkook delivers the news excitedly, wiggling his eyebrows. "That's great!" You answer sarcastically. ------- "Yoongiii-aahhh~ I can't sleep~!" Seokjin whines to his roommate from his bedroll on the floor. He insisted that you sleep in for tonight, worried about what Jungkook had read online. You, on the other hand, were too scared to travel home and sleep alone so late at night that you agreed to take Seokjin's bed for the night. "If you won't shut up, I'm leaving you alone." Yoongi threatens. "Can we at least have the lights on?" You murmur from underneath the covers. "No." Sleep eventually took over you and Jin, due to the exhaustion and the scare of the evening. In the morning, Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung were surprised to see you walk in the kitchen wearing RJ pajamas that were obviously not yours. You were prepared to face a new morning, refreshed and recharged, undeterred from last night's events. Before you could greet the boys a good morning however, Jungkook comes bounding into the room announcing "Jin saw y/n's doppleganger last night!" "Ah, daebak!" Were the maknaes' collective reactions. 'Oh shit' was Hoseok's. The next few days were uneventful. After breakfast, Jin drove you to your place and stayed a little longer just to make sure you were out of danger. There was also no reason for you to be at the old office, to which you were thankful for. Now you were in your freshly painted office, making sure all six of the "y/n" labelled boxes were present. Seokjin wheels in your computer chair with a shooky neck pillow on the headrest and leaves. Hm, You wonder where Jin's office is. Leaving the mess of your office, you visit the floor's reception table to ask about the artists' office arrangements. "Yoongi's is next to yours, and then next to it is Namjoon's." "Mmm... And Jin's?" "Oh, Seokjin hasn't dropped by yet, but he might pick the one across yours..." Yeji, the receptionist, smiles knowingly. Wait. "He.. He hasn't- you mean he isn't here?" You ask, a little too loudly. Yeji nonchalantly fixes her new Hybe lanyard. "Well, if he were here, you'd know because he always drops by to greet you, right?" "Thats the thing, I think I saw him in my office just a while ago..." You begin to put two and two together. "Y/n. I've been standing here for hours now, I would've noticed Mister Worldwide Shoulders Kim Seokjin walk out of those elevators but I didn't!" Yeji raises a fleeked eyebrow. Just then, the elevator opens to reveal two of Bangtan's OG maknaes, Jungkook and Jin. "Oh there he is! Jin!" Yeji waves him over. "Y/n and I was just arguing about whether you've arrived here or not because she claims to have seen you around the floor a few minutes ago." Jungkook, who was listening in, immediately realizes. "Ah daebak! The doppleganger moved in with us!" -------- Translation: Daebak (대밬): awesome

#kim seokjin x reader #jin x reader #seokjin x reader #bts #bts x reader #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #park jimin #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim seokjin #big hit #hybe

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morbidly-malicious-muffins · 4 years

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Since you're currently accepting requests I wanted to ask if you could do a imagine of the reader giving their slasher SO a lap dance ?🤔 The reader can be gender neutral, male or female - with whatever you're comfortable with 😇 Thank you in advance 🤗

Of course! You did not specify which slasher, so I shall elect one of my favorite boys to be rewarded with 1 lap dance.

Just a heads up tho, I have never recieved or performed a lap dance myself, so I don't quite know how it all should play out, whether there are any rules at all etc. So this'll be how I would perform/want to recieve a lap dance, should the opportunity arise xDDD

Warnings: Suggestive themes, sexual to the point that it may be lime, but there is no actual insertion mentioned. May or may not be safe for work, depending on your tolerance meter. Though public consumption is advised against.

Note: Reference 'Supermassive Black Hole' by Muse as the song I imagined Reader-Chan dancing to.

' Dirty '

[Giving Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) a (Well Deserved) Lap Dance 🙈]

You hadn't had the opportunity to spend much quality time with your hard-working husband all week, due to the significant amount of duties and tasks he had to attend to throughout the week. For recently, vegetation has been scarce, and travelers have been as abundant as the Hewitts are hungry.

As for you, well, all you had to do was hang around the Hewitt household and help mama out with some chores. Both Monty and Hoyt are generally dull as dirt, and mama is always hanging with the tea lady squad. To be quite frank, you'd been bored out of your mind, and missing Thomas like crazy.

It is Sunday, and you have had plenty of time to have come up with a master plan to finally get some potential sexy-time in. You thought a lap dance was the perfect idea.

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Breathing out a weary sigh, Thomas proceeded to stomp up from the basement to your shared room for the first time in a week or so. The thought of finally getting back the luxury that is sharing a bed with you, made his chest flutter in excitement and glee.

He reached for the handle of the door, beyond which was something he had been looking forward to for several days, but he noticed the sound of some.... Music? His hand paused in mid-air. What were you up to? You normally listen to music downstairs on the radio. Unusual. He cautiously cracked the door open to find his lover, you, in nothing but your underwear, some strapped heels, and a thin shawl around your shoulders, swaying your hips to the music (Reference 'Supermassive Black Hole' by Muse) in the middle of the room, where a single chair was placed.

Thomas' breath hitched in his throat, eyes going wide as globes. The sight of you like that was so.... Tempting.

Upon noticing your now-dumbstruck husband standing rock-stiff in the doorway, you looked straight into his eyes with a scandalously flirtatious gaze. You held eye contact as you danced and twirled your way to greet him.

"Welcome back Tommy."

You kissed his chin gently, breaking him out of his trance.

"I missed you so, so terribly."

His fingers started to feather up and down your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He grabbed your hand delicately and leaned in to kiss you, only for you to pull back just right before your mouths made contact. Thomas gave you a confused look.

You playfully licked your lips, grinning, before tugging his hand as a signal for him to come with you.

Tommy was very confused, but complied anyway, figuring only something great would come of this.

Fingers loosely hooked in Tommy's, you lead him to the middle of the room where the chair you had set up stood. His undeniably hungry eyes now were roaming carefully across your body, gaze lingering longer on all the wrong parts. Your hands traveled up to his back and arm, you guided him in front, and down onto the chair, all in time with the -rather erotic- beat of the music.

You turned around and let the shawl slowly slide down your body as you strutted to the far side of the room. You slipped the thin fabric off, and hung it onto the coat hanger before suddenly spinning around, startling Thomas momentarily. You dropped your knees and one of your hands to the floor with a light thud, and looked your husband dead in the eyes as you felt yourself down with your free hand.

Thomas swallowed. Were you putting up a show for him? He was so confused. Well, not that he could ever complain about this though.

With a teasing smack of your own butt, you started to crawl hands and knees toward Thomas.

Tommy subtly rubbed his moist palms on his pants, already feeling the arousal starting to seep in between his legs.

You softly sang to the words of the song, as you stood up in front of him and spread your thighs to hover-straddle Thomas' lap. You deliberately located your chest at exactly eye-level for him.

"Oh baby don't you know I suffer, and oh baby can't you hear me moan...."

That seemingly answered Thomas' question, and his agape mouth started to pull up at the sides, flattered and aroused that you would do all this just for him.

You took that as a good sign, and proceeded to dance on him some more, rolling and thrusting your hips to the beat of the song, throwing your head back and forth.

With your hands settled on both his shoulders, you felt him stop breathing for a second when you ground your hips down once on his groin.

Pressing his face to your chest, Tommy's hands started to graze up your thighs, before roughly grabbing and squeezing your butt, making a startled moan escape out of you.

"Hmmm~ You're so naughty, Tommy."

Thomas felt a shiver crawl down his spine when you whispered seductively into his ear.

Biting your lip, you stepped back and off of your husband's lap to resume your interactive show in another position. Thomas' fingers lingered like a ghost as you went into a squat position, ass proudly facing him.

Thomas almost passed out when you threw one quick sideways glance back at him and started twerking you both into blissful oblivion.

Occasionally you would dip your hips low enough to grind against Thomas' aching groin, every time staying there just long enough to feel the prescence of his throbbing hard.

Your hands wandered and explored your own body as you lost yourself in the music and the intoxicating feeling of Thomas' shaky, sensual touches around your waist and hips, and the tickle of his hot, rapid breaths against your body.

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Mmmmmm yes some Tommy sexiness.

Thanks for the request @bavarian-gurl ! Sorry it took so long <3

Aaaand you all know the drill, just have a nice day/evening for me, will ya? ;)

---Zali 🖤

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Marvel High (Part 4)

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A/N: Happy Fic Fri--Saturday! Had this most of the way written up yesterday, but my daughter has not been going down at her bedtime very well so I didn’t get it done before bed! But here I am now, posting as my husband is now trying to get her to go back to sleep. Babies, I tell yah.

Welcome to Marvel High, where being the new kid wasn’t the worst. Your homeroom couldn’t be weirder though; your teacher wears an eye patch and is always shouting for some reason, and a group of dysfunctional teens calling themselves the “Avengers.” Probably the weirdest thing is their insistence that you join.

Pairing: Pietro x Reader Warnings: language, sexual innuendos, teenage substance abuse Words: 1,300ish

The dynamic of the group was odd to witness. They all had drastically different personalities, something you had already gleaned from the bickering during the school day, but under the influence of alcohol, it became even more obvious. It was as if the group was comprised of smaller groups.

The Maximoff twins were obvious. Natasha and Clint were a pair, that you were sure of. The way they shadowed each other and communicated in their body language was hard to ignore. Either they had been friends for a long time or something was going on between them. Though you felt it would have been inappropriate to ask. Tony and Bruce seemed close, from what you had overheard from their in-depth science conversation at lunch earlier. You could always find Steve, Bucky, and Sam together, but Bucky seemed annoyed whenever he was left with just Sam.

Thor was an outlier and seemed to bounce around all of them seamlessly. His cockiness rivaled Tony’s. Thor appeared to be about six beers deep and enthusiastically telling a story about how he wrestled some unnamed beast in is home country.

“Where is Thor from again?” You turned to Pietro who was watching the group from a distance with you. Though you had felt him watching you when you weren’t looking.

“Some Scandinavian country… we think.” Pietro shrugged. “You sure you don’t want another drink? Nat makes a mean cocktail.”

“I’m sure she does, but I should probably keep my wits about me and not smell like I’ve been drinking. My dad is like a bloodhound with that stuff. One beer was already a risk.”

“So, what is up with your dad anyway? He seems…” Pietro struggled to find the right word.

“Hella protective?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Yes, hell-ah protective, as you so put it.” Pietro inclined his head in your direction, closing the small gap between your bodies.

“He means well. I haven’t made the best choices in my life. And trouble seems to follow me wherever we go. It’s only a matter of time before it finds me here.” You were being intentionally vague. It was a can of worms that someone you just met shouldn’t have sprung on them.

Pietro furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t push. “So, you set fire to your previous school?” He guided you back to the group and you sat next to Wanda on a loveseat, Pietro perched on the arm.

“Fire? Is Y/N talking about setting her school on fire?” Tony had been making his way to the bar when he heard the word fire. Another lit cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Yes, but don’t even think about sitting next to us with that lit.” Steve waved his hand to the offending object.

“It’s my house,” Tony guffawed.

“Rule eleven, specifically made for you, is not smoking within the group circle, because not all of us are trying to get lung cancer before twenty-five.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“I think it’s unfair that we have rules specifically aimed at me. But fine.” Tony dropped his cigarette into his glass and joined the group.

“Rules?” You echoed.

“Top secret,” Tony winked, “Back to the fire, what did you do?”

“It wasn’t anything crazy. I was in wood shop and got bored, wondered if I could burn in a design on a plank with my lighter, and it was highly flammable, apparently. It didn’t take long for the rest of the shop to start on fire, the air was basically half saw-dust.” You shrugged, honestly, it wasn’t the stupidest thing you’d done. It was also an accident for once.

“It only went as far as the home-ec classroom. No big deal, aside from being expelled."

"Lame!" Tony yawned. "Let's play truth or dare!"

Everyone groaned and threw empty solo cups at him.

"Why do you always insist on playing?" Nat looked to him, incredulous. "We've been friends long enough that it isn't fun anymore. You just want us to do stupid shit."

"What's wrong with stupid shit?" Tony insisted. "Besides we have a newbie now!"

You looked at your phone and saw it was almost ten o'clock. Had it really been two hours already? "Sorry, but I have to head out. Curfew."

"And here I was thinking you were a trouble maker," Tony smirked.

"Oh, I am. But I don't want to be grounded for eternity. Great party though, Tony. Thanks for the invite." You made to leave with Pietro and Wanda on following behind you when a young boy, probably about 14, came running in, out of breath.

"Alright, who invited the freshman?" Steve rubbed his temples. "We agreed, no freshman."

"Parker isn't going to cause any trouble, the kid's a saint," Tony argued. "What's going on?"

"Some--oh hi," the freshman saw you. "I'm Peter Parker. You must be new."

"I'm Y/N. You okay, Peter?"

He was still trying to catch his breath. "Oh yeah! There's a bunch of Hydra High douche-bros who snuck in. They're by the pool."

"Fuuuucccckkkkk." Bucky cursed. "They're definitely here to start some shit." "Alright, is everybody sober enough to deal with them?" Steve looked pointedly to Tony who was rolling up his sleeves, already looking ready for a fight.

"We should probably go, you don't need me and Wanda, right?" Pietro looked to Steve.

"Umm... if you're parked in the driveway, you won't be able to get out. They blocked it with their own cars."

"Looks like you're going to be late. Sorry." Pietro frowned at you. A heavy sigh escaped your lips.

"Nah, it's not your fault. How quickly do you think we can scare off these guys?" Tony held up his hand, gaining everyone's attention. "I might have a solution. Let me go down to my basement, and I will meet you out there."

The group made their way down to the pool. Your other classmates had crowded around, keeping a distance from Hydra.

Hydra was raiding the outdoor bar and the scariest student among them was lounging on a wicker chair, sipping lazily on a bottle of vodka. A small voice in your head said he was the leader. Maybe it was because everyone else was at work nabbing whatever they could and he was already enjoying their spoils. You just knew.

"Avengers!" he called out, happily. "Great party!"

"Avengers?" You whispered to Pietro.

"I'll explain later."

The leader's eyes narrowed in on you. "New recruit?"

The hair stood up on the back of your neck as he stood up and stepped closer to you. He looked you up and down, perplexed. "Do I know you?"

"Doubt it." Pietro pulled you behind him, breaking his line of sight.

"Maximoff onto a new toy already?"

"What are you doing here, Keller? I thought we told you not to come near this place again?" Steve pulled the attention to him. "The message was pretty clear when Thor cracked open your forehead."

"We heard about the dope ass party, Rogers. Thought some of your classmates would want to have a little more fun--"

"We don't want your shitty drugs." Peter piped up. "Like weed is cool and stuff, but--"

"Your shit is garbage." Tony sauntered through the group, a contraption strapped to his arms. "And calling it 'Candy Andy' is kinda lame."

A light emitted from Tony's palm and beam jutted out and shatter the bottle of vodka in Keller's hand. Tony hissed from the hot metal burning into his palm but stood his ground.

Keller remained calm and held up his hands, though you could see a slight look of terror in his eyes. "Alright, we'll see you around another time then. Good to see you again, Y/N." He winked at you and they took off.

You froze, you didn't know him, how did he know you?

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A Hunter’s Prey: Dinner Pt. 1

Illumi kept to his promise. He did come to see me earlier than I expected. It seemed like only a few hours had come before it was time for dinner. I didn’t know why but a lump caught in my throat. The Zoldycs were a force. A force that no one should want to mess with. I wonder how many people have joined the family for a meal with no return.

I was caught off guard when the black-haired man threw a bag towards me. I sensed it in enough time to catch it with my right hand. I’d always been at least mindful of people throwing me things. “What’s this?” I ask while holding the white paper bag he’s tossed to me. I knew it was a rhetorical question as I opened the bag. Inside was some of my make-up that I used whenever I’d go out. I looked up at Illumi confused. “Why’d you give me this?”

“I thought you’d want to look presentable when meeting my parents.” His voice was as calculated as ever. “We can stop by the bathroom if you want. There’s a small mirror in there.” I’m guessing my face gave away my confusion as I continued to look in the bag. “You can’t stay in there for long because they’re expecting you.

“Thank you,” I said while rummaging through the bag. It held everything for the perfect night out. When did he have time to get any of this? I must’ve had it on my counter at home. It would’ve been out from the last time that I was there.

Illumi wasted no time in unlocking my chains. “You know the rules. They’re more dire now. Your main goal is to impress Mother. Otherwise, you’re better off dead.” I faced off against Illumi when he said those words. I’d be dead if I didn’t impress his mother. Why was I trying to impress her? Why would he invite me for dinner? All these questions and more flooded my head in a pain of anxiety. I couldn’t tell if I was going to throw up or have a massive headache by the end.

I was led back to the same bathroom as the night I'd showered. The hallways seemed to become dimmer due to the dying light. The only solace was the hanging lanterns on the ceiling. I noticed the stones that lined the walls. They seemed to be moist from the dew of a hot day. I must be low down in the house for the temperature to be affecting the rocks.

There was a mirror in the bathroom. I did notice it last time. I cured myself because of the lack of noticing. I had to notice everything. If I were to escape, I’d write a piece describing everything that happened to me. It would be an expose about the family and life being their captured slave. But I wasn’t a slave. Illumi hasn’t forced me to do anything that I didn’t want to do. As of yet.

The more I stared at my reflection, the more it did not look like me. Everything about my appearance was a mess. My eyes were bloodshot from the lack of light and sun. My skin even seemed washed out. There was a ring around my eyes like I have not slept in forever. I wasn’t myself.

Tears welled up in my eyes. A person was looking back at me that I didn’t know. “I’m surprised that you can even look at me,” I say while reaching into the bag. I poured out the contents and started the process to look like a human. Like myself.

“What do you mean?” asked my capture. I shake my head while finishing up on basic foundation. I would start basic in hopes of feeling like myself or like a person that looks like myself.

“I understand why you brought my make-up. I’m a mess.”

“No.” The word was commanding. ‘No’ could mean so many things; yet, what did it mean in this context? I looked away from the mirror to look at him. Again his eyes didn’t leave mine. It was like he’s an open book with all the pages blank. I knew that I wasn’t going to get much else from him beyond the word ‘no.’

I quickly finished the rest of my make-up to the point I looked human. That was my goal and I’d achieved it. “You can leave this here. No one comes down this way.” I nodded. Even if it did disappear, then there wouldn’t be a cost. I wasn’t going to see the outside world anyways.

The bubbling thought of freedom held me as I got to the stairs. I could try to run. It was not like he could run faster than I could. I could run into the mess of hallways until I became lost. This house must be a labyrinth for those who had not memorized the pattern. Illumi must’ve known it since he could walk. It was like a typical day for him: wandering the halls until he found his destination.

“My mother’s name is Kikyo. My father’s name is Silva. While you should know their names, you must not call them that.” More rules placed upon me. Why would he tell me their names even if I shouldn’t call them by their name? Illumi is either giving his hand or is being unjustifiably confusing.

“Anyone else that I should know about before-?”

“-Zeno is my grandfather. He’s on a mission tonight so you will not see him. If you ever do, don’t interact with him.”

I nod my head and continue to follow Illumi into a grand room. The walls were covered in high fashion silk that draped from a ceiling that seemed to never end. The table before me was long but only held none people. All the chairs had a place except for one on the end. It seemed to be added just for me. “Nine people?” I ask, turning to face Illumi.

He nodded his head while motioning me to take a seat. He, of course, followed close behind. I knew my place was in the middle of the three chairs that were abnormally close. I took a seat. Illumi took off the chains on my hands and tied them around my feet. They stayed connected to the chair.

Would nine people be joining us or was this set for the normal dinner placement? “Whose all coming again?” I ask while Illumi sat down next to me on my right.

“Mother, Father, Millluki, and Kalluto. Like I said, grandfather and Killua will not be here.” He said it so calmly that I almost miscounted. If there were usually 8 chairs then who was missing.

“No one else besides them?”

“No one else.”

“Who are you excluding from dinner then?”

“Not. a. single. person.” Each word was emphasized enough that anger tore through the words. The air in the room felt tense. I could tell that this meal was starting to stress him out. I was starting to stress him out.

I was about to ask once more why there were so many chairs out but it was that moment Kalluto and a woman that I’ve not seen before entered the room. This woman stood domineering over those in her presence. Her clothing flashed an old kind of wealth that only people who had the money could pull off. She looked like a typical southern rich except for the eyes. There were none. Only a visor with a dot to signify where she was looking. I knew she had to be Kikyo.

Kalluto was standing beside her. It was almost as if he was a lost puppy. Kikyo sat at the chair closest to the head of the table on my far left. Kalluto took the seat next to her. “You must be Illumi’s new pet!” exclaimed the shrill voice of the mother. Her tone caught me off guard. For an assassin, she had a shrill, unencumbered voice. It shook the walls of the room.

“Pet?” I questioned myself while looking at Illumi. Was that all I was? A new toy that he’d dispose of when he’s played enough.

“Now Mother, you know the arrangements of Y/N’s stay. I don’t have to tell you again.” He was unphased by his mother’s accusations.

“-I would’ve expected a play thing rather than that arrangement given her lack of talent and poise.” I had barely said anything and I already felt like this was a mistake. I would much rather be trapped down in the basement without meeting her. My head ached as a reminder of her words ringing in my ear.

Illumi was about to respond when a resounding yell for “Mother” rang through the hall. Walked in was another new face. He was obses to say the least. He looked more like someone who would be chowing down at a buffet rather than a trained assassin. “Kalluto ruined my new doll. He broke the packaging while bringing it to me. You know I killed so many people to obtain the limited edition.”

“My, my. I doubt little Kalluto would do a thing like that.” Kikyo put her hand on Kalluto’s head as a gesture of sincerity. Or it would be if she didn’t squeeze tightly on her son's head. “Now you wouldn’t, right?”

Kallto gave no words as a response. I expected as much. I sent a small smile towards the child as a small gesture of happiness. “Milluki,” muttered Illumi as he picked up his napkin to put in his lap. I couldn’t tell if Illumi’s words were a warning or a statement of introduction.

The second eldest Zoldyck turned to look at me. It was like his mouth dropped to the floor. “Illumi, you didn’t tell me that you would be bringing such a lovely lady to dinner. Sorry for my intrusion.” He gave a slight head nod and sat right across from me at the table.

Milluki’s intense stare started to creep me out. It was like I was a piece of meat at the dinner table, spread and ready for him to devour. “I promise I am not like this always. Only when it comes to my limited editions,” Milluki said.

I turned to look at Illumi. I don’t know why my reactions hinged on him. I felt like he was my rock throughout this full time. Except, Illumi was not looking towards me. His eyes were fixed on his brother. Wisps of blue and purple emanated from around him like an aura. Illumi would have buried a man with his death glare; yet, it didn’t faze his brother.

Milluki kept talking to me without my response. He didn’t need it. It wasn’t until a broad, muscular man entered the room. If I thought Kikyo was commanding, I had yet to meet the dad. His whole demor was built on the satisfaction that he was better than you.

All talking ceased when Silva entered the room. It was a calling card that the meal was about to be served. Silva’s eyes met mine and I felt a deep sense of dread. It was a fear that rumbles deep inside and settles like burning lava.

“You must be Y/N,” Silva says while taking the commanding seat by his wife.

“Yes,” I said. I didn;t know if I should bow out of respect or stay in place.

“Illumi, your guest is scared. Did you not prepare her for this meal?”

“I did Father,” replied Illumi. “Her emotions were not expected during this.”

Silva nodded at his son’s response. Emotions were a vital part of every human existence. I should have a right to be scared in the presence of such a family. My thoughts were interrupted by the first course of the meal being served. It was a broth soup. I could smell the delicious steam rising from the bowl. After nothing but bread, anything would taste devine.

I picked up a spoon from the table. I wanted to dive right in but I was still a guest. I could not eat if the head of the household didn’t. My stomach did not like that rule. It lurched and grumbled in anticipation.

“I would like to give a small toast towards those who are here and those who are not,” said Silva as he raised a glass. “It is rare that we can come together for dinner. It is even better to be celebrating. To Illumi and Y/N. May their nuptial be as happy as I am to my own wife.”

The spoon landed on the ground with a loud clunk. It was the only sound in the dining hall for a long moment as the realization of the celebration hit me. I was to be Illumi’s future wife. That was the reason I was here.

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Let me earn your trust (Kamilah Sayeed & MC)

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22

Book: Bloodbound (property of Pixelberry Studios)

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed & MC: Amy (I do not own those characters, they're the property of Pixelberry Studios as well)

❗ Warnings: this chapter contains violence, angst, might cause distress ❗

Rating: Mature

Author's note: I'm not a native English speaker, I'm sorry for any mistakes (feel free to correct me).

I added this warning thing, maybe exaggerating a little. I just want you to know that from that moment on, this story will get even darker. I mean, it was quite dark from the beginning.

I hope you'll stay here a little longer with me to find out how the story will end.

~ 2100 words

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Chapter 23

Beeping sound.

Over and over again, piercing through Amy's skull.

It caused her eyes to open slightly. Her head was spinning, resting on her chest, which was slowly lifting, and even slower falling down.

Heavy sounds of her breaths were echoing between the walls. Mixing with this irritating sound mercilessly ticking inside her mind.

Little by little, she raised her eyes, squeezing them, as the intense light hit her pupils. Trying to pierce through them, going straight to her brain, causing unbearable stabbing pain.

Amy's mouth was dry, the same as her throat. She tried to lick her lips with a barely moist tongue, without the effect.

Finally, when her eyes adjusted to the lighting, she looked around, finding herself inside of some kind of laboratory. White floor, walls, some metallic shelves around her, and this irritating beeping sound that was accompanying her.

Her eyes closed, and she drifted away with her thoughts.

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"You expect me to give up all of my blood," Amy's voice showed absolute disbelief mixed with fear.

"Present, and the future one," Vega's voice normal, like they were discussing a common topic.

Amy looked down at the contract, noticing the spot prepared for her signature.

"Why doing this?" her voice broke. "Why even bothering to ask me when you already threatened me in so many ways."

"Because I need your permission, little girl," Adam's words hit straight into her chest. "And that's what exactly I want you to do as your part of the deal."

Amy's stomach clenched. She had no choice. Not because of the deal they made. Because she knew what this man was capable of doing if she disobeyed. How tragic the result would be for her friends.

Former friends.

So she signed it, with shaky hands. The ink that was flowing out of the pen had an intense reddish color.

Like the blood that she just sold out.

***

Her fever was growing, skin became paler. Amy opened her eyes again, blinking a few times to focus her sight.

She gazed at her hands, feeling pain inside of her body. And that's when she realized about needles driven into her skin, under the surface, reaching her veins. Needles were connected with some equipment she wasn't able to recognize. She never saw anything like this before.

What was he doing to her...

Her vision went blurry.

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"Why me?" Amy dropped the pen after putting a signature, letting it fall to the floor with a hollow sound.

"You're a Bloodkeeper," Vega looked at her, confused by this question.

"How did you find out?" the girl's eyes full of misunderstanding. "How is it possible that you know my real identity?"

The men walked around the desk, stopping right in front of her chair. Amy pulled back, creating more space between them.

Senator took the contract to his hands, leaning against the desk. He looked at the signature with a sly smile playing in the corner of his mouth. Finally, he lifted his gaze, staring at the girl.

"I knew about you since the day you were born," his voice sending shivers of anxiety down Amy's spine. "Do you think that your parents were running from nothing?" he laughed ironically. "I was so close catching you when they had to come up with this..."

He reached for her hand aggressively, twisting her arm. Amy held back the groan of pain with difficulty.

"This scar."

***

She looked at her left wrist right after her eyes got opened again.

Focus, she scolded herself, feeling her head becoming heavier, daring to fall on her chest. Somehow Amy managed to fight the urge of falling asleep. And instead, she saw wires transporting her blood from under her skin to blood bags hanging all over the room.

How long was she there? What happened? All those questions were crowding inside of her head.

She looked around with the hope that she would be able to notice something characteristic.

There were no windows in the place she was held captive. All she was focused on were white walls, which light surface was so intoxicating to look at. Amy was getting lost in the view, so she shook her head and kept on examining the room. She noticed stairs, which were climbing up till they reached the silver doors.

I'm in the basement, she stated a fact in her thoughts.

She tried to move, but her wrists and ankles were tied up to the chair she was sitting on.

Blood was slowly draining away from her system. At the same time, she was connected with some equipment that was supplementing every other nutrient her body needed to survive. Of course, it wasn't enough. Without enough blood, she would die anyway.

That's why her state was monitored all the time. And all these apparatus were the reason for the beeping sound that was driving her crazy. Making her create a fist out of her hands, curl the toes, causing goosebump.

Amy tried with all her strength to come back to the day she arrived at Vega's mansion. She closed her eyes, not letting herself fall asleep, but instead, to recall every detail.

***

"If not for this scar, I would've had you much earlier," Vega let go of her wrist, leaving red marks on her skin. "Thanks to that, you had a chance to live your life a little longer."

"Until I didn't meet your people," everything became much more clear to Amy.

The reason why she was in constant danger, why she wasn't allowed to trust anyone.

"But you must have escaped again," his teeth gritted from anger.

Amy reminded herself of the separation from her parents. She had a hard time believing that the person she was running away from was the senator of New York.

The city she ended up living in.

"Yes, you fell right into my hands," he smirked, making Amy feel sick from disgust. "And there, that was only a matter of time till I found you."

The girl thought about the first moment she found herself around someone from the Council. And of course, it had to be this person.

"Priya," Amy's voice full of anger at herself for not connecting the dots earlier. "She reported to you about me."

Vega laughed louder than it was necessary. He wasn't even trying to pretend that her situation bothered him in any way. Now nothing was stopping him from telling her the truth.

From celebrating his victory.

"Yes, Priya came in handy after all," his smile gradually fading with other words. "But, of course, great Kamilah Sayeed had to stay in the way. And she had to be her usual, repulsive self, that scared you away."

The remainder of Kamilah's name made Amy focus more on the meaning of his words. From what she remembered, she didn't even see the woman after Priya's party... not until the day of...

"Oh my god," Amy's eyes full of anger. "You were responsible for the attack of those vampires in the hall."

"Finally," Adam clasped in his hands. "It took you long enough."

Everything became obvious, answeres that bothered her for so long were always there within reach. Just waiting for her to take them.

"You wanted Kamilah to get interested in me," her voice sounded like it was coming from far away. "You wanted to get close to me, so you made sure Lily suffered in the process."

"I knew this idiot Adrian would be so weak and change her without thinking about consequences," he was so proud of his plan. "And I knew Kamilah would be the first one to figure out that you're a Bloodkeeper."

Amy's eyes filled with tears. She realized how vulnerable she was for this whole time. Everything that happened during the past few months was a detailed plan of Adam's sick mind.

Not a coincidence.

"But why did you bother with hurting Kamilah in Paris," the girl looked him directly in the eyes. "Why did you put so much effort into sending ferals at her."

Adam laughed again, but this time, his eyes were slowly changing into a red color.

"And that's the most crucial part of the story, Amelia," he was using her actual name on purpose, playing with her sanity. "I knew that if Kamilah gets hurt in the process, you are the first one ready to help her," his eyes flashing red. "She did recover after drinking your blood, and that left me with only one conclusion..."

It hit her at that moment too. How was it even possible that she never thought of that. That Kamilah didn't too.

"My blood is the cure."

***

Amy opened her eyes, fully remembering the scene.

She already knew that Vega wanted her blood to have some kind of insurance, in case he got bitten or scratched. But the amount of blood he was taking from her so far, was insane. And that made her mind create new questions.

He had her there, so what was the rush? He could quickly drain blood from her just after being bitten by the feral. When he would need it the most. But, instead, he was taking an immense amount of her precious blood.

Like he was preparing himself for something.

At that moment, Amy heard a loud click of unlocking doors. It took her out of her thoughts as she looked in the direction of the sound. She saw a young woman walking down the stairs.

It triggered Amy's mind as she remembered seeing her every day, but without any details of how those days looked like.

"How are you feeling?" her voice was so calming, so different from this whole situation.

"Like I lost a lot of blood," Amy chuckled with a weak smile. Talking after a long time made her cough uncontrollably.

The woman came closer to her in a hurry, to near a bottle of water to her mouth.

"Take a little sip, it should help," her voice quiet, full of guilt. "Drink slowly."

Amy obeyed her instructions, trying to calm her chest, to stop another contraction of her diaphragm. She swallowed the water, letting it flow down her throat, moisturizing it.

"Why are you here?" Amy's question made the young woman laugh.

"You ask this every time," her giggle changed into concern. Next words left her mouth like she already said them aloud several times. "I'm the only person you can trust."

Amy studied her eyes. They had this beautiful, light green color.

The next memory hit her.

***

"Keep on biting every person I send here, and it will not end well for you," Adam was standing against the wall in front of Amy.

It must have been one of the first days he held her there because she was still feeling powerful.

She was sending menacing looks toward him with her eyes shining gold. Amy only wished she managed to learn how to manipulate vampires by then. It would, for sure, come in handy in a situation like this.

"As if there was even a chance for it to end well for me," she hissed at him, feeling furious.

For a moment, Vega wanted to say something. But, instead, he just looked last one time at Amy with a threat written all over his face saying that if she tries something, she'd have to deal with him personally. And then he disappeared, leaving her alone in the basement.

Not for long.

Only a second later, Amy heard doors opening again, which made anger inside of her grow twice as strong. She was ready to see the senator walking down the stairs, but that was not him.

It was a young woman with long, wavy, blond hair falling on her shoulders and back. Her skin light, with a little pinkish color on her cheeks.

Her green eyes were looking directly into Amy's gold.

"What do you want?" Amy kept her icy tone from earlier.

"Let me talk to you," the woman's voice sounded so smooth, delicate, messing with Amy's head.

"Why should I?" the girl was suspicious, trying not to fall for her sweet appearance.

"We have a lot in common," the woman came closer to the chair to which Amy was tied up to.

They stared into each other's eyes.

And that's when Amy's mouth slightly opened in astonishment.

Because the green eyes she saw before herself were changing into golden color. In the same way, Amy's eyes did so many times before.

But here, something was different.

At the moment when her iris had a color of gold jewelry, something happened. Another shade started spreading from her pupil, changing the iris into the pure color of blood.

Red.

Oh my god, Amy thought.

She just met another Bloodkeeper.

Who, at the same time, was a vampire.

Next chapter: 24

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Nature Trail to Hell Arc I: Nature Trail to Hell (7)

Chapter 7: A Modest Proposal

“ATTENTION ALL CAMPERS!” Hoebag’s voice blared through the megaphone at a decibel pitch so high that if Hilda and I had stood any closer, I’m pretty sure our ears would have blown off.

“WE”RE GOING TO PLAY A NEW GAME.”

She pulled out a whole ream of stickers from her pocket. But not just any stickers. These were bath soap scented stickers, saved only for the nicest, most well-behaved suck ups. So many that, when she pulled them out, the sheet touched the floor.

“IT’S CALLED ‘PANTS THE COUNSELOR’. WHOEVER PULLS DOWN THE PANTS OF THE MOST CAMP COUNSELORS WINS THIS WHOOOLLLLEEE SHEET OF STICKERS. AND AFTER THAT, I’LL GIVE ANOTHER (YES JIMMY, ANOTHER) SHEET TO WHOEVER CAN RAID THE MOST OBJECTS FROM THE MESS HALL! AND AFTER THAT, I HEREBY RENAME THIS DUMP-“

A loud flushing noise came from the bathroom. “Ms. Hoebag, I think the toilet is clogged.”

“SILENCE, YOU FOOL! DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO I AM?”

“I mean, it is starting to flood. And the door won’t open.”

“ANYWAYS, THIS CAMP IS HEREBY CAMP ANARCHY! And we shall build the greatest summer camp in the world from the ashes of Camp Sham.”

It didn’t even take a second for the camp to erupt into chaos. The counselors tried to keep us kids under wraps, but before long each had a pile of kids ten feet high on top of each of them, all vying for their pants. Hilda and I were swept away in the ensuing chaos.

“I wonder how Shatner is doing?” I yelled to Hilda.

“He’ll be fine!” Hilda insisted “Just head to the Mess Hall with me. There’s something I need to tell you!”

And boy, was the Mess Hall ever well named! All over kids were doing all the things they were told never to do, knowing full well that when their parents came back, they could pin all their sins on Ms. Hoebagg’s negligence (or in the case of Bernie Finster, Jesus). They played Frisbee with the life preserver, made toilet paper mummies used the arts and craft paints to draw on every visible surface, drank from the outdoor water pump, climbed on the roofs of cabins, used the canoes as battering rams; fought tooth and nail for the last ice cream sandwich in the canteen… you get the idea. One group of kids even pushed down the tetherball pole and stole the ball, taking back what they’d been forced to share. Now I’m no Picasso, but outside of a pack of deinonychus ripping a tenontosaurus to shreds, this was probably the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. And that was before somebody lit the flagpole on fire! If I do have one regret, it was that I couldn’t have spent more time gazing.

“Hurry up!” Hilda screamed, grabbing my arm.

But as we raced into the mess hall, I was confused. Nothing special seemed to be going on. Just a few kids using the chairs to break windows just for the heck of it. And it still had that lousy outdoor smell. Then at the back of the hall, Hilda took a sharp left. In front of us, a pair of giant, chromium steel doors swung lazily on their hinges. For a moment I thought we were going to crash, but instead we passed through into wonderland. A linoleum covered, moist, antiseptic smelling wonderland with a tiled floor. Granted, it’s not too exciting as an adult, but when you’re a ten year old who’s always been told the kitchen is a forbidden zone you’re never to enter, for all you care it’s the frickin’ Bat Cave.

Surprisingly, it was empty, except for some kidwearing a soup pot like it was armor. Hilda kept dragging me, through shelves filled with cans of food bigger than my head, to the back. There, separated from us only by a stepladder, was a gleaming silver sink big enough to hold ten Wattersons! (I know I’m small, but still!)

“All ours, Watt. All ours.”

And it was.

. . .

Remember what I said about not being allowed into kitchens? Well that has to do with a little thing I did back in my golden years, when I was five. You see, I really wanted an outdoor pool like our neighbors, the Bensons, but my parents, ever the buzzkills, always turned me down. So I took matters into my own little toddler hands and decided to make our whole house into a swimming pool! All I had to do was wait until my parents had gone out for dinner, then I turned on the kitchen sink; watched it flood until it spilled over the sides. It was my first time seeing a waterfall. But just before I could imagine what kinds of sharks I would keep, my parents stormed in, putting an end to my little adventure. And our basement has had a mildew problem ever since. Yours truly never tried that again, having learned his lesson, but since this sink belonged to a totalitarian prison…

. . .

Long story short, we had a blast. Hilda showed me the soap nozzle, and combined with the gigantic pots and pans scattered in the aluminum basin, we had the most epic naval battle ever to grace a kitchen sink. All was going well until I realized

“Wait a second. I never told you how much I’ve wanted to do this! How’d you know?!” because I may be dumb, but I’m not that dumb.

“That’s what I’ve been meaning to tell you, Watt. I just got caught up in things a little.” Hilda stepped off the stepstool. “You see, I’m, I’m…”

My brain whirred. Oh no. Oh nonononono! My Dad had warned me about this moment, how one day, just when I thought I was good friends with a girl, she’d go and lay on the big proposal. He’d always told me it was a big commitment, and one that yours truly, at ten years old, wasn’t ready to make!

“I am the force that seeks out the downtrodden, the destitute, the hopeless. I am the festering darkness that buries people alive. The smasher of dreams.”

Which to my ten year old mind was just girl talk for calling a guy handsome.

“Is that supposed to be some kind of riddle? ‘Cause I’m kind of bad at riddles.”

Hilda sighed. “Watt” she asked, “do you still want to leave this place? We could become Supreme Overlords of this place, if you’d like. With Shatner, of course”

I noticed she looked a mite sad, and that she was smelling worse than usual. But bad as it made me feel, I knew I didn’t belong at Camp Sham.

“Sorry Hilda. But a kid’s gotta do what a kid’s gotta do. I’m a good kid, and I don’t belong in this place”

“Are you sure? ”

“Sorry, but I’d rather chew my own foot off than spend another second here.”

“Okay...”

As the floor flooded, Hilda looked glumly at her (weirdly blurry) reflection on the ground.

“Okay, I’ll just… go to the restroom.

Now all that stood in that kitchen was me, chicken soup guy, and a kitchen floor buried in a foot of soapy water. I took a gallon sized jar of peanut butter and walked out into the scorching midday sun.

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Homecookings [May ed.]

Cheers to the end of another month~

I had my 2nd staycation of the year in mid-May, & it was productive! I got a lot done, for real! I did some watercolour practice~ Below are some works I did during this month; I used my Korea photos as a guide. It was fun!

I also watched some Kdramas; I highly recommend Rugal! If you’re into Kdramas like The K2 or City Hunter, you’ll like Rugal. There’s action, a little bit of sci-fi, crime (gang/organizations vs NIS teams), & excellent cinematography. Born Again is another Kdrama I watched; it’s not done airing yet so I guess I’m still technically ‘watching’ it. Despite low ratings, I am enjoying it! I like the 3 leads A LOT!

As you all know if you’re in Alberta (/Canada), things started to reopen. I’m not sure if it is a wise decision, but I will still keep on practicing social distancing. I mean, that only means I’m going to/from work anyway - again, this whole thing hasn’t impacted me all that much. In fact, when my BFFs & I had another video chat session to catch up/celebrate a birthday, a question discussed was “how has quality of life changed during the pandemic / how it’ll affect short term and/or long term QOL once it’s all over?” Tbh, my QOL has improved! Not significantly, but there has been some positive changes. I actually feel happier to be seeing less ppl (friends included). This reclusive life while keeping in contact via “wifi” has been the best of both worlds for me. I do miss going to Hmart... lol but other than that, I’m pretty self-sufficient at home. I’ve got loads of coffee, adequate amount of snacks, plenty of books to read, not running low of art supplies anytime soon. .. I’ve literally got everything that I need, you know what I mean? I even have things that are on my to-do/to-try lists that I can start if I want to *shrugs* I consider myself one of the lucky ones that aren’t affected, & I’m super grateful for it.

PS: I do need to watch out for the “Quarantine 15″ HAHA but I don’t think that will be an issue for me. Actually, who knows.. . continue reading this post & let me know if you think I’ll gain the Quarantine 15 :P

^ This is my cocktail consisting of cold milk, hot chocolate powder, instant coffee powder, & the cappuccino honey. It’s basically a cold mocha (not iced! Bcos I had no ice in it!). It was refreshing~ Some days in May were hot!

^ My homemade kimchi wrapping (cut up) pork loin. The kimchi I made (the 1st jar that I opened was kinda sour so it paired well with meats or to be eaten on its own; not the most ideal for soups). This was very refreshing! I only lightly seasoned the pork with salt & fresh ground black pepper. Then I peeled longitudinal strands of my napa cabbage kimchi & wrapped small pieces of the pork loin. Excellent appetizer, if I do say so myself :D

^ Hearty soup! I’m slightly surprised I haven’t shared this on here yet (at least I don’t think so). You know the Campbell brand creamy Thai chicken & rice soup? I LOVE LOVE LOVE that soup so much. I’d say it’s in my top 3 of the ones I’ve ever tried. Anyway, on its own, it is too salty for me. So what I do is dilute it with more veggies + water. Using about 1/3 of the can each time, I add anywhere between 1-2 cup of water with it into a pot, then add in whatever veggies I have: green cabbage, napa cabbage, mixed frozen corn/peas, tomato, cauliflower, & broccoli. These are my main choices. The amount I add depends on what else I have for the meal. The natural sweetness from the veggies give it a very good flavour, but the “background” Thai taste is still present.

^ My fancy hot chocolate with a book.. . This is my 3rd Sophie Kinsella book. I didn’t think I would be into her books but surprisingly I am.. . Her female protagonists are all kinda similar lol at least for the ones I’ve read anyway. But umm the fancy hot chocolate! It is a gourmet hot chocolate mix I purchased from the Butterdome Craft Fair back in December. I put it away & then the holidays passed.. . anyway, this was the Noel-blend, so it has a very chai feel to it with nutmeg & cinnamon. I tried a little bit of it before, & got no allergic reaction from it, so I up’ed my amount this time.

^ Random May afternoon snack while on staycation.

^ 2-ingredient baked wings. There are a lot of Asian-inspired sauces for marinating/cooking meats, I find. Like you always hear soy garlic, honey garlic, or ginger sesame, teriyaki, etc.. . you know what I mean? 1st of all, as a Chinese person, do I particular cook with these combos of condiments/sauces? No... lol I think it’s a very Westernized concept... OR the other good one is, “drizzle sesame oil on everything!” Which I also don’t do... Recently, there has been a lot of wings happening in my household, so I’m trying diff things with them. For these baked wings, I marinated the wings in (diluted) hoisin sauce + fish sauce. Hoisin sauce is sweet, while fish sauce is super salty. I think I added about the same amount of each...then added some water. Marinated these 8 wings for 5-6 hrs, then baked them for ~40mins. I didn’t turn them around, so only the skin side is dry-ish, while the bottom is moist + juicy.

PS: I prefer this 2-bone wing piece (rather than the drumlette, aka the mini drumstick that’s attached to this wing piece). How about you?

^ Upgraded rice cake + dumpling soup. I added cheese, furikake flakes, as well as 3 kim-mari’s (deep-fried seaweed rolls).

^ Simple fried rice (just egg + leftover rice, with a tsp of soy sauce)

^ Grilled meat (pork + beef), kimchi, rice, & radish + pollock soup. 1st time using the electric contact grill in 2020! It has been around for so long, but we just don’t use it; so it made its way down to our basement storage...... It now resides in the kitchen but unsure how long it will stay........ Mom thinks it’s in the way, esp for such an infrequently used appliance. Tell me, what else should I use it for so it can stay around for longer?! :P

^ Jjapa-guri wings! THIS WAS SO AMAZING! Okay, have you guys watched Parasite? If not, that’s ok, just familiarize yourself with “jjapa-guri”. Long story short, it is a combo of 2 instant noodle (flavours): blackbean sauce + the Neoguri powder. The name is a compound term of the 2 essential components. For these wings, I used my blackbean sauce (from jar), with the Nongshim (instant noodle) kimchi powder. Can’t see the redness bcos the blackbean sauce is so dark. But anyway, I pan-fried the wings, & then they’re about 50% cooked, I added spoonful of the blackbean sauce & added some kimchi powder in (also some water so there’s a bit of a sauce created). So tasty!!!

^ Basa fillet stir-fry with rice. The stir-fry contains: choy sum stalks, green cabbage, bell peppers, & thin rice cakes. For the sauce, I used abalone sauce + sugar. Abalone sauce is more salty & has a more deeper flavour than oyster sauce, so a little bit goes a long way (at least the brand we have anyway). For my singular serving amount of ingredients like this for a stir-fry, I normally add 1 almost-overflowing tsp of oyster sauce. I added the same amount of abalone sauce & it was too salty for me personally. So I added sugar (not sure how much I added.. . maybe 2 tsps?). I don’t think abalone sauce is very common to the Western population, but it’s an item easily purchase-able at Asian grocery stores! Next time you’re in one, you should buy a small bottle & try it out!

^ “Hotpot leftover special”. Threw some leftover things from hotpot & made it into a soup. Over a bed of instant noodles :P Bcos it is my staycation, so I’m eating 2 instant noodles within 1 week *gasp*

PS: I normally like the plain white surface for my photos. What do you think about this colourful tablecloth? Personally speaking, too colourful, vibrant, summer-y & bright for my liking.

^ Nestle drumstick (the fudge flavour). 1st one in 2020~ Does anyone know how long these can be stored for in the freezer? No expiry or best before date on the box; this was a Costco product & there are 18 drumsticks (9 fudge; 9 caramel). 1 box of 18 probably lasts us like... 7 months HAHA bcos we eat it so infrequently. It’s crazy, I know. Looks amazing in the photo, but the cone part is like getting kinda soft. Esp at the bottom, it’s kind of.. . chewy. Still tastes fine & everything; but the cone is softened.

This is it for now. Hope you’re staying healthy & safe, wherever you are.

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