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stevenbasic · 1 year

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GITJ Post 298: Painting His Apartment, p4

“Omigod…” Melissa Monroe, new Office Manager of what was at the time Far Horizons Medical Associates, was finally able to manage, her voice throaty and laden with the thick seed of her erstwhile employer and boyfriend. With one finger she wiped from the corner of her full mouth the last of his molten offering as she pulled her head, hair draping like a curtain from the Sargasso, out from his lap. “Omigod omigod omigod.”

She looked up, up and down the expanse of his deliciously meager little male body, to see his head back, lolled to his right. He was not moving. His arms lay at his sides, one draped out to the right and half-off the table. She lowered him, gently, returning his legs and butt down to the table’s surface as in her passion she’d held him aloft by the ankles while her mouth and throat had taken him. She was slowly coming back down to earth herself from the state of fervor she’d been worked up into - so much, so much had happened in this past…hour? Two? Six? In one of her many displays of dominance she’d painted his body pink (sorry, mauve), she’d squashed him three-ways-to-Thursday, she’d swollen up huge and muscular, tearing out of her jeans. She’d carried him around the room like her child, she’d given him a handjob and this latest blowjob…and she’d told him she loved him.

Omigod.

She flushed, as she tenderly released his legs to lay them down. His feet and lower legs hung off the table, knees bent, and he was still not moving. She stood herself to full height and looked again down at him, his cock gone flaccid and spent like a deflated balloon. He was definitely asleep, passed out…the poor little thing. Maybe I pushed him a smidge too hard haha, she considered, still tasting his delicious brine in her mouth, her right hand still sticky with his semen. Had she heard the wood surface of the table <crack> when she’d thrown him onto it? Did I hurt him? Was I too rough? Maybe I was a little rough…but he didn’t seem to complain though, she thought with a private giggle, as she stepped around to the side of the table. She folded his right arm tenderly back up, across his skinny chest and surveyed the damage. I hope I didn’t break anything on him, she mused as she traced the curve of his left cheek with a single finger, though I might have to buy him a new kitchen table.

She regarded him, thoughtfully, the moment quiet. I told him I loved him, she said again to herself as she watched his chest slowly rise and fall in his slumber. His mouth was half agape. She smiled fondly, gazing down at this man she adored. I do love him, I do, she realized, I love him so much.

Melissa stood there, watching him, just watching him sleep. She stood there in her bra and panties, as her body relaxed, the strength which had filled her musculature now recentering itself inside her chest, steadying her heart, resolving her mind. She was going to love this man with all her being. She was going to love him, protect him, take care of him. She was going to make his life as wonderful as she could, and in turn she knew he could fill a hole that she’d only now realized had been empty inside her for a long time. He was perfect for her, and she knew she could become perfect for him. That’s what I do, she laughed silently to herself, a bit wistfully. She felt the warmth in her chest and tits already; it had become familiar, these days.

She found herself sitting, having pulled up a chair. Still she watched him sleep, still she caressed his face. Though so engrossed with her little charge that she barely heard it, the TV was still on, coverage of the national women’s rallies. Rain still pit-pattered the single window and darkness was falling. “You are out, hm sweetie?” she asked his slumbering self, smiling down at him munificently but eyeing his exhausted member dreamily. Had another hour passed, she here at his side? The room was dark, the only light coming from the single overhead can, the television, and the fading sun outside. The room was partially painted, she saw, as she looked around, nearly finished.

There’s really only a little bit left to do, she saw, and before she knew it she’d stood, pulled her softly ribbed pink sweater back on and was rolling ‘Twilight Blush’ over the last expanses of beige on the walls (and haha a surprise on the ceiling), then putting away brushes and cleaning trays, folding dropcloths. Every once in a while she would glance over to him, hoping maybe she’d see him starting to swell again from the pheromones - which she’d begun to allow to slowly wisp more strongly off her body - no doubt filling the room. She’d turned on some more lights but still he slept…though maybe a bit fitful.

“Tuckered out still, huh?” she asked, drying her hands as she returned to sit at the table at his right side again, watching his eyelids flutter, “Are you having a dream?” His head still lolled to his right; he hadn’t moved a bit. She’d been talking to him, casually, brightly and cheerfully, this whole time as he slept, and she worked. She knew if anyone had been watching she’d probably looked crazy haha - painting away and talking to herself with her naked boss sleeping on a half-cracked kitchen table - so she was glad she’d turned off the security camera that secretly spied down from up over the kitchen cabinets. She returned her hand tenderly to his cheek and began to stroke him again. “You must be dreaming,” she told him, taking a moment to glance down at his still-flaccid cock, slack and motionless on his belly. Despite herself, she bit her lower lip hungrily. “Look at those little cheeks twitching,” she said, returning her gaze to his face but feeling the definite urge to pleasure him again. He smelled so good, too.

Behind closed eyes he was in a different place, a deep hole not unlike the office, or his old home. This was a dream he’d had before, many times, but only faintly recalled. There had always been bodies - just one at first, but now there were many. Women, female bodies, atop him. No faces, no voices, just flesh. Pinning him down, down to the bottom of the hole. All was dark, shadows and curves. Breasts, hips, thighs. Nipples and somehow lips but no faces. Soft and slowly suffocating.

“Are you awake, hm sweetie?” she cooed, pushing some thick locks of hair off of his forehead. He looked, and felt, a bit clammy. The dream, whatever he was having (hopefully about me haha) was making him squirm and tremble, and he really looked like he needed some help.

“Is that what you need?” she asked his sleeping form, “Do you need help. Do you need me?” She knew the poor thing had come not once but twice since she’d been here today, and both orgasms seemed to take quite a bit out of him. He must be exhausted, his boy-parts all over-worked. But…haha…it might make him, y’know, feel better if…she were to give him some extra comfort. “Yeah, that’d be nice, wouldn’t it?” she said aloud.

Plus, she could already feel the little stirring inside her again. That mushy little man between his legs just needs to cooperate.

With that thought, she took his soft, pendulous member into her right hand and began to fondle it gently with her thumb and fingers, hoping to stimulate it to life, even as he slept. Boy, he was really out! But…there was a soft, barely audible moan from him that Melissa chose to interpret as encouragement. Maybe it would make his dream nicer, at the very least haha. And besides she suddenly reeeeeeally needed to…

In the dark pit the female bodies slithered and squeezed over him, drowning him, and he felt a pain between his legs.

…But he didn’t seem to be waking up! And he was still pretty squishy. Boo! She had never really had to deal with this before, a guy not being suddenly hard in her presence. The nerve haha! she laughed to herself, appreciating the irony: she had done this to him, she had worn him out, drained him. She shouldn’t expect him to be able to just, y’know, spring back to life anytime she wanted. Thinking of how he would look at her, what really seemed to be turn-ons for him during their most recent intimate moments, she began to get an idea. He definitely liked her breasts, and it was when he was faced with them that he seemed the most captivated. Maybe even if he is still sleeping, maybe somehow I can still get him to…

In her seat, sitting up a bit straighter in the undersized, wooden kitchen chair, she dropped him for the moment from her hand, letting him flop wetly back onto his belly…

The women were still here, they were still everywhere. He couldn’t count, he couldn’t imagine how many there were. Three? Thirty? Three Thousand? Their weight was crushing, as they writhed over him with smooth skin, but suddenly the pain in his organ was gone.

She’d watched his face the whole time as she’d reached under her sweater, behind herself, unclasping the four hooks of her bra and pulling it off, sneaking her arms out from under the straps without having to remove her pink top. Neat trick, and it comes in useful haha! She pulled the bra off now down from her torso and - catching herself before dropping it, to the side - giggled with a little moment of inspiration. She picked him up, floppy, from his belly with her right hand again but with her left she held her bra, the inner surface of one of the huge cups of her black, custom-made brassiere, up to his face. His entire face fit in it easy haha. “There you go…” she cooed, as she covered his mouth and nose like it was a face mask, smiling mischievously the whole time, making him breathe from it, “take a deep breath, baby.” It would smell like her, she was sure! And the shudder that ran through him with his first inspiration made her giggle again. “Ooooo you like that do you?” she asked her sleeping little boyfriend, feeling a little bad but hey he was asleep, “You like how mama smells? Mmmm…take another few breaths.” She could feel him, now, starting to firm up in her hand. Pheromones, pheromones, it must be ripe and saturated with my pheromones! Each breath brought a new little whimper from him, in his sleep. “Well, sweetie, if you like that…” she offered, leaning in a bit and rotating her torso a touch towards him, towards his face, removing the bra cup from him, ”...you should really like this, then…”

At that, Melissa pressed her big left boob - bare beneath her thin sweater - gently into his face. She shuddered herself, now, with the feeling of his little features mushing into her large breast. Ooooo that feels so nice! And it really was bigger than his head. She took the moment to turn some more, tenderly laying her heavy right breast on the side of his face. Her nipples hardened immediately, and just rubbing them over his nose and mouth and chin and eyes was making her toes curl. So sensitive, through the sweater, rubbing against the soft material and his little sleepy features! “Oh wow, haha honey…” she purred, laughing again and continuing her fondling of his spongy penis, “that feels really good...how’s it feel for you?”

In his dream, the pile of female bodies, now all dark of hair, seemed to shift for a moment. He felt a glimmer of hope that maybe he might be able to free himself, at least partially from the mass. But then the upper body of one naked women, huger by far than the rest, had fallen directly onto his face. He could feel her big, firm breasts pinning him down and a small part of his mind responded to the eroticism of the moment. That response seemed to bring pain from his groin, but when he tried to look and see why, his view was completely filled by the same large ripe mounds, now swathed in a soft pink fabric, that were holding him down.

Slowly, languidly, Melissa dragged her hardening nipples across his cheeks. Though he had not shaved in days, his cheeks were not rough, and her body in her tight sweater slid smoothly over his skin. It just felt great! She began to press herself into him more firmly as she rubbed her more-than-generous curves over his features, noticing that the warm, spongy flesh in her hand was becoming more swollen and less flexible as she did so. Her fingers began to work his shaft with an unhurried rhythm, now, and he began to groan, long and piteously like a desperate, exhausted, badly wounded animal. But to her ears, it was music.

“Oh it sounds like you enjoy this, huh baby?” Melissa giggled, biting her lower lip again and relishing the feel of her bare breasts in her sweater rubbing themselves over his face. Oooo this was so bad! Using the poor man like this but haha momma’s got neeeeeeeds….

At that, Melissa adjusted her position, sitting up a bit more without breaking the contact between her breasts and his face. Now she could slip her free left hand behind the back of his head, which was still resting right-cheek-downward on the table on which he was passed out.. She used that hand to pull him towards her, holding him tight as she massaged his face now with her left breast, at times squeezing his face into her cleavage. She felt the weakness of his moans as they were exhaled in between her tits and it made her shudder with desire. He was fully hard, now, in her hand, even though he was still asleep and dreaming…

Despite his panic, he couldn't help himself. The feeling of those huge, faceless breasts turned him on. But the more aroused he became, the more the mysterious pain between his legs increased. At the same time, the chest pinning him was pushing more and more intently against him, pressing him harder and harder into the ground which now felt like a table.

He felt his head being forced into the dark crevice of cleavage between the two enormous breasts, his face becoming lost in their valley as cascades of luxurious, raven hair enveloped him. He couldn't breathe! He was being suffocated by enveloping, femininity, soft but all-consuming, all-eclipsing. He was powerless to resist or to escape from the overpowering flesh and the agonizing arousal it was causing. And then, just as he believed he was about to die, he could gulp air. An instant later, an explosive sharp pain in his organ forced him, briefly, awake.

“Good boyyyyyyyyy…” she cooed, finally satisfied, finally gratified as he’d burst again in her hand, up onto his belly, “Gooooood boyyyyyy…….”

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angelicyoongie · 2 years

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OH MY GOD THE 7TH CHAPTER?? HELLO?? i have so many thoughts to say but oh my god I really thought Namjoon would be the writer of the orange envelope and Jin green but its actually vice versa ?!??!?! Its nice getting to see the roles flipped since we normally don't expect those behaviors from how we perceive the members but isn't the idea of protective daddy Joon and manipulative daddy Jin who'd try to gaslight you with his knowledge of flowers so delicious 🥴🥴 I want to be sandwiched between them omigod, just one chance please. Also?!?!? I love the descriptions of how muscular and huge the boys are in comparison to M/C?? Like Jungkook's so soft and fluffy but he's rocking biceps and an 8 pack under there?? Canonically the strongest amongst the 7 of them?? Love it.

Also with the 8th installment, I would just like to ask.. *taps coupons for Mcdonalds on the counter* will it include smut?? From all 7 of them???

Sdjkdjs thank you!! 💖 I really wanted to try something new with their portrayal, so I figured making Namjoon the more "parental" figure would be a fun change. You and me both, bestie 😔✊ I'm glad you do!! I really wanted to hammer it home that Y/n isn't just outnumbered, she's also quite a bit weaker than the boys. They've known for a while that they likely will have to kidnap her at some point, so they can't be physically weak if they want to pull it off 😬

There will be smut, but not in the next chapter! We are nowhere near that point currently. But, the coming chapters will include some timeskips, so y'all won't have to wait too long 😉

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dreamii-yume · 3 years

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Would you like some love triangle ideas? If yes hear this, Diluc and Eula fighting for the same person

Idk why but i've always thought that those two is so similiar yet so different at the same time. So seeing them fighting for the same person Will be a ride :D

Maybe darling is a one of the knight who's working under Eula, and she is also one of her best friend whom Eula trust and love so much, who sees past her stern demeanor and ancestry.

But lately Eula realize that someone is crushing on her best friend (and secret crush, we all knew it) and that is none other than Diluc, and he seems like he's having a soft spot for darling despite her connection to the knight. But what darling didn't know is that Diluc is secretly protecting her , like helping her mission in the dark and boy, Eula is not happy that someone is (in her eyes) stalking her best friend and trying to convince darling that Diluc is a dangerous man and not fit for her.

A battle between a disgraced knight and the uncrowned king of Mondstadt, both fighting for darling love and heart. Will their love ended up in tragedy? Or Will they have their own "happily ever after"??

Omigod yes, I know right—!?

I love their lines about each other just going “They’re pretty good…BUUUUTT—“ Mutual resentment I love it lol

Aight, how do i say this without making it obvious on how much i want to jump onto eula’s chest like— This can go one or two ways lol

So, Eula being your respectable senior as a knight in training AND being your best friend at that matter would probably earn her more of that Darling Points™ Like, everything this girl has done for you has been nothing but good, so you probably won’t think too much of it if she tells you to avoid that weird red-headed man. He is a little strange just watching you in the shadows like that, creepy even so if Eula says to stay away from him, you probably really should. She is still your senior and it’s your duty to follow her orders in the best of your abilities as a formidable knight yourself…Besides, you trust her with your life, so there’s really no room for any doubt when it comes to her.

But then, let’s say you get backed into a situation where you have no choice but to actually come closer and talk to the guy. You’re not very familiar with him but a few Knights seem to respect him a lot, saying he was once a powerful knight as highly regarded as the acting grandmaster, the cavalry captain, and Eula. You wondered why he quit the knights though and settled into becoming a vigilante for the city, his story had got you really curious to know more about him. You know Eula wouldn’t like you disobeying her orders but— if Diluc had been the one protecting you from the shadows and Mondstandt altogether, it really doesn’t make him a bad guy in your eyes. He even gives you advices on how to handle your weapon better, maybe Eula might just have been wrong about him all this time?

And so, I can see the tension going off the charts at this point on, where their real yandere tendencies comes knocking at the door. Maybe Eula’s personality getting more unhinged the more you try to reason out with her, saying how Diluc doesn’t seem so bad and lowkey disagreeing with her in rare occassions. This just triggers her into snapping little by little, you know? Her normally cool facade breaking at the thought of you doubting her might just end up forcing her to resort into using a more…physical and direct approach.

While that’s happening though, Diluc will happily take advantage of your trust and slowly gaslight you into thinking that MAYBE Eula is really the one who’s a real danger to you all this time. She’s saying all these stuff that doesn’t even make sense to you anymore, are you absolutely sure you can still trust her in that state? If you want out, you can just call for him to take care of this problem for you…Despite the fact that something about his actions doesn’t seem right to you as well, the way his eyes darken and his touch lingers against you. It felt uncomfortable and ominous, but you tend to keep quiet about it.

All in all, it’s just a race on who can kidnap you the earliest lol They both sound protective, Diluc being more of a worry wart and Eula being manipulative with her words. They don’t seem like the “duke it out” type of people though, coughkaeyachildecough I can only imagine what kind of chaos this will unfold if ever they do decide to settle this out in a confrontational kind of way…It sounds like it’ll be a really intense yandere vs yandere heated debate in my head though but what do you think _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

Oh, and by the way…It doesn’t seem unlikely in a normal occurrence, but there’s still quite the chance that they might just end up sharing ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Who knows~ ♥︎

#genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #yandere diluc ragnvindr #genshin eula #diluc ragnvindr #yandere eula #Talk with Yume

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warwickroyals · 2 years

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CHAPTER XV: THE MOST PHOTOGRAPHED WOMAN IN THE WORLD

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Transcript under the cut - Click for HQ photos

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Poor Irene! She really did struggle in the mid-to-late eighties. Not only with the press attention, but with her loneliness and feeling that her family life was slowly falling apart. We'll see how this ties into the story more next week!

PS - I hope you like the VCR effects! I could not resist doing more after my Christmas post.

All likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Thank you for the support 💖

[IRENE] I’d appreciate it if you respected my son’s personal space

[FANGIRL] Omigod, IRENE, I can’t believe it’s actually you

[IRENE] Yes, hello, please do not film him

[FANGIRL] May I get a photograph of you? It would make my daughter’s week. She’s obsessed with princesses

[IRENE] I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. In fact, it would be best if you put the camera away

[PAPARIAZZI] SMILE FOR US, BABY GIRL

[IRENE] I think you know exactly what I’m going to tell you

[UNINTELLIGEABLE]

[IRENE] I’m trying to have a conversation with you as a mother. It’s not often that I’m able to take my children to school in peace—

[FANGIRL] That doesn’t mean you have to be such a bitch about it. I didn’t know one freaking photograph would be such an inconvenience, Jesus

[IRENE] No, I want you to answer me: Why do you think it’s acceptable to record unsuspecting children while hidden in a snowdrift?

[IRENE] Are you happy? Do you have your photos now?!

[IRENE] I am so tired! I should just smash this right now!

[PAPARIAZZI] Crazy bitch

[IRENE] You’re the reason my life is miserable

[FANGIRL] You’ve ought to be ashamed of yourself. I’ve been supporting you since before you were married, I think a picture is the least you owe me. This camera cost me two hundred dollars and this is how I’m being repaid? I hope you know you’ve ruined my whole week with your rudeness

[PHILLIP] Mom, I want to leave now. Mmooooommmm, let’s go already

[IRENE] No one can protect you anymore. He can’t protect you anymore

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tothemeadow · 4 years

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Pillars reacting to the reader who is shorter than Muichiro and Shinobu? 😭They tease her c o n s t a n t l y 😭

I’m thinking this is how I’m going to do my “reactions” format. Do you like it?

‘what a tiny bean’ / Pillars x Reader Reactions

Giyuu

On the outside, he seems indifferent. On the inside, though, he finds your small stature to be cute. His protective side kicks in whenever you’re around. He’s never made fun of your shortness and actually gives you a head pat from time to time.

Kyojuro

Must! Protect! You! 100% takes on the big brother role. Yeah, he teases you here and there, but it’s all in fun. Don’t doubt for a second that he won’t immediately jump to your rescue!

Gyomei

This poor guys bumps into you so much! Compared to his monstrous height, he’s scared of accidentally stepping on you or kicking you! He feels bad about it all the time, so he spends most it apologizing to you. Whenever he knows you’re around, he steers clear as much as possible.

Muichiro

Two words: sneaky bastard. Initially, you thought he wouldn’t care. Oh, but how wrong you were. He’s the king of teasing you. He even has ridiculous nicknames for you and refuses to refer to you as anything else. Can and will attempt to rest his arm on your head.

Obanai

Literally cannot give a shit. You’re tiny? So what. He’s just amazed that there’s someone smaller than Shinobu. Other than that, he usually lets you be. If the others start making fun of you, he opts out and watches on with a bored expression.

Mitsuri

Omigod omigod omigod you are so cute!!! She’s honestly caught in the mix of fawning over you and teasing you. She can’t help it! You’re so pathetically small it just makes her day! Especially when you wear your haori; the article of clothing practically swallows you whole and she’s nearly in tears.

Sanemi

How the fuck are you so small? Seriously. The very first time he saw you, he thought you were a child. He actually believed you were pulling some sort of sick joke on him. He doesn’t necessarily tease you for it, but be warned. If you really piss him off, he won’t hesitate to punt you.

Shinobu

This sadistic little shit loves it. She makes small jabs at your height on the regular. After initial greetings, she’ll make a show of standing on her tiptoes and looking at you. It no longer bothers you since you’ve gotten used to it.

Tengen

Laughs hysterically. Typically he and Kyojuro gang up and tease you for your short stature, but he honestly cannot get enough. You’re like an angry puppy and he loves it. 100/10 makes fun of you whenever he can.

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny pillars #kny pillars x reader #kny hashira #kny hashira x reader #request #kny reactions

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roselyn-writing · 2 years

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Chapter 2

If you want to know about Aliyaa aepel it is my OC . It was starred most of my works on Wattpad and instagram..

most of you congratulated on such a beautiful character and her backstory.. i’ll tell you about some important details .. she hate mages/Sorceress/Sorcerer and everything or everything involved in it .. She has a tragic story where she lost her father .. She became enraged and swore revenge on mages and sorcerer for this .. Yes she was a protecter .. although she is 212 and she STILL look young in her 20s . aliyaa Custome... too bad can’t put a picture but i’ll describe and you imagine it ..

Aliyaa wore a beautiful pink onion dress with a very simple glitter decoration .. she also wore diamond earrings and a butterfly collar-like necklace ..

Let’s get into action!

it been 2 weeks since she met this “Sub-zero” and he also wondered about Aliyaa .. Both have the impression that they Knew each-other but they do not remember it feels like they know each-other in a past forgotten life ...

“Aliyaa ..” He called for her when she was in the room .. “temporary room for her until she depart” ..

”yes you called?”She reply ..as she came to him

“when did she changed her dress?” He thought .. looking at her .. his face giving him the impression where did she get those clothes? She came with a single black dress with a cloak .. and now this she has a pink cute dress ..

”um .. yes .. how can i help you sir!” She talked Bursting his Thoughts and cutting it ..

”yes .. i was gonna ask you ..special forces will come to Sign a pack with my clan .. and i .. i ... i needed you to be there with us .. not just special forces my friends will come here too .. please be with us in the meeting and Just say nice things cuz i know how sharp is your words sometimes..” he reply to her hoping that she would not ruin the meeting with her unexpected Actions .

”sure anything for the grandmaster of the year!” She chuckles a bit

he rolled his eyes .. not amused by the joke ..

”Ahem.. sorry” she apologized

“I really wish that you become serious .. from the look of your face you gave a serious impression .. but when someone digs deeper and get to you ,” he stops a bit to breath

”Fin what? Say it!” She smiles goofly

”empty head and laugh all the time” he says the word, without any hesitation to her.

”off.. that hurts a bit.” She half smiled .

”it is the truth ..” he reply shrugging

“Yeah your kinda right!” She added as she Smacked lighty her palm with her fist giving the impression i’ll be done and i’m serious! .

”kinda?” He mumbled .. there was heavy a silence between them and she finally answered him

“C’mon i just laugh twice not very much!” She corrected ..

”yeah .. sure just please do not embarrass me Aliyaa! I’m counting on you ..” He declared

“C’mon .. it is not like i’m one of your clan members!” She argued with him

”but it’ll be done!” She assured ..

”good! ..” He smiles a bit . Can’t get mad when gaze at aliyaa beautiful grey eyes .

”what now?” She asked? Kinda feeling uneasy ..

”pardon me .. it is your Eyes .. I haven’t seen Someone with grey eyes before .. their beautiful..” he admitted

“awh .. thank you ..” she offered a sweet smile and left .

”what is happening to me?” He questions himelf

•2 hours later• ..

”Aliyaa” A voice called

“yes ?” She was combing her hair ..

“the grandmaster requested your presence he said it is urgent..” The guard Tells her and left .

”omigod! I completely forgot about the meeting!!” She nearly screamed .. she fixed her hair by her magic and she teleport to a place neraby the meeting so no one caught her using magic .. other than the clan members .

”sorry i’m late ..” she Expressed not paying attention in the meeting hall .. having the people attention and their eyes fixing at her .

”Aliyaa .. do not be worried your early actually ..” Grandmaster Sub-zero replied ..

”So this is the chick you kept talking about..” a man reply .. he has a greyish blond-hair with a pair of black sunglasses..

”why are you wearing sun-glasses in meeting” she can’t help but to ask..

behind them a people laughing .. mused by her comment at johnny cage .

”because honey , I don’t want to be blind by your beauty .. it is shinning through.” He says paybacking her comment .. a female blond soldier Laughed at his comment ...

”dad .. that was a bitch-slap ..” She retorted..

”sorry Aliyaa don’t mind Johnny he is always like this ..” The grandmaster delcared Re-assuring Aliyaa ..

”it is ok ..” she simply replied ..

”so “Aliyaa” .. Why are you here ..” The general sonya blade asking her ..

”well i got transported to this dimension.. i don’t know how to get back!.. and I really really liked it in here .” She simply reply at the general who look not buying it .

”what ?” She asked . Her eyes twitching non-stop ..

”nice to meet You Aliyaa ! I’m liu kang!” A man said Gaining her attention..

“nice to meet you too liu!” She smiled to him ..

“kung-lao .. The champion of mortal kombat!” He said boasting .

”really your the champion? ..anyway nice to meet you “Hero” ..” She chuckles

“Really kung-lao ..” Liu kang chuckles non-Stop

Aliyaa look at the other faces of the crowd .. they seem uneasy about her . Some them did not pay attention to her and they kept talking about their matters .. But on of them was glaring at her .. She can’t help but to Question ... he wore a yellow Ninja attire and a mask Similiar attire to sub-zero .. She did not look comfortable at staring back so she backed-off and look to the other side ..

”Hello Aliyaa I’m Takeda takahashi and this is my father! And that is my grandmaster” A young man Surprised her as he came with his father who wore a red blindfold .. he also points to his grandmaster.. coincidentally it was the same man with the yellow attire .. and the “Shocked glare” .. she can feel he hesitated.. to come and to meet her ..

”Aliyaa aepel! Nice to meet you too and you too”

She smiles brightly as she waved her hands non-Stops ..

”she looked like what?” Takeda whispers to his father .. Lucky for them She goes to talk with subzer o

“hey .. did not mean to startle you .. But have you seen that guy with the Yellow costume .. He seem very... Uncomfortable to me ..” she blurted to him Mildly.

”yeah .. he does .. but to your surprise he is the guy who you who has fire power too like you and also he was my arch-enemy .. we are friends now!” He smiles at her .

”he was the guy you fought right!” She asked him and he was shocked that she found out about that .

”He was ...” He continued.

a hand Touched her shoulders and she gasps and she looked back to see who ..

it was a man with a straw-hat .. and white eyes and And Chinese traditional clothes

”hi .. may i help you?” She smiled awkwardly..

”So .. you are the lost girl.. who the grandmaster has been talking about?” He asked his voice is very strong.. and shocking .. too

”yes .. i came to here by accident.. when i wanted to help someone... ..! But i assure you i mean no ill-will to you guys .. I am a very peaceful person!..” She smiled .. he was assured .. for his costume looks kinda Foreign to her ..

”Alright.. i’m Glad that you are like this Aliyaa .. it is a pleasure to meet you Someone like you ..” He finally Reply ..

”pleasure all mine ..” She simply reply and she offered an innocent smile ..

the other kombat kids .. did not have time for this .. it was only takeda who come to meet her and told her about his friends all the time he was accompanying Aliyaa .. She looks happy and ready to tell him stories and some infos about her ... most of the time she feels a presence .. Same aura did not change .. she feels in the deep down behind her brain It was the same guy .. who followed her .. the “Yellow attire guy” .. she can‘t help but to think About him .. he looks shock .. not believing... Hesitated.

“Cool .. you have a demon incubus friend .. who’s name is aarouj and also you have an army of your own .. that’s really cool .. maybe you can help us when there is another invasion..” he asked .. as he sipped his tea ..

”Sure i help everyone in need Tak!” She smiled ..

”show yourself! I know your here! ..” She yelled surprising takeda she Sheilded them both in case they’re in trouble ..

but nothing came ... ash gathering to show a man ...

”grandmaster..” Takeda yell ..and Running to him ..

”you know him tak?” She Asked looks prepared in case if there is an attack targeting them ...

her hands still glowing Dark-fire ..

Takeda was surprised when he saw her like this .. feeling kinda excited if he saw her fighting with them if there’s an invasion ..

”get behind me fast..” she ordered..

”no Al .. it is ok .. he is my grandmaster .. he won’t hurt us dear ..” he assured her ..

“You .. Seem familiar..” A loud baritone Voice called .. He came to her .. Surprisingly his eyes looks of longing .. and shocked .. he feels that she is someone dear .. lost long ago .. she reminded him of his wife .

“i assure you, we haven’t met .. if we did i’d remember that ..” She argued .. as she’s stepping back .. Running from him .

He took her hand in his, assuring her , that he is not going to hurt her ..

“listen to me ..” he pleaded gently ..

”alright .. i’ll hear you out and i’m only going to give you 7 mints ...” She cornered him with that

“ and it is enough... Takeda leave us alone please ..” He fix his gaze to his student, who in return bow to him and left ..

The yellow strange man .. removed his hood and his mask .. to reveal a handsome bronze-skinned man with hazelnut beautiful eyes ..

“You .. you are my wife incarnated..” he pleaded he Tightened his hands on hers as he came closer ..

“no .. you must be mistaken .. Sir.. i can’t i .. i mean i can’t be your wife ..” she Argued .. she looked into his eyes .. as she rejected him and she refused to believe that .. it shocked her , how can this man claims that she is his wife? And incarnated ??! .. She is not buying it! .

”i’ll make you Remember... Harumi ...” He promised.. As tightly Pulled her and also french-kissing her .. she was surprised.. That there is someone Forcing himself on her ..She put her hands on his chest as she barely pushed him .. he was surprised...

“let go of me ..” She yell as she used her power to throw him off-of her ...

”no .. don’t do this .. i had waited so long for this ... please come back to me ..” He pleaded again ..

”your mistaken sir ... i’m not your wife .. Please don’t fool yourself . Don’t live in false hope ..” She Growled .. feeling bitter her eyes shone grey, Her hands glowing Dark-fire again ..

” it is true .. i can feel it ..” He pleaded again ..

” it is The darn Sub-zero .. he put a spell on you making you Forget about your past life ...” He Mumbled angry as he Used his kunai To tied her .. he will use fire .. if needed

”don’t insult him .. he is a nice guy although he did not look like one ..” She growls at him as she uses her dark-Fire caged spell (Dark binding) .. restraining him and burning him in the process .. he was shocked .. that this fire is burning him .. and it’s results is horrible black marks on his skin ..

Aliyaa stopped when she heard his cries like he was being eaten by a lion ..

”ooh i’m so sorry, hang on i’ll Heal you ..” The caged on his body vanish .. and Aliyaa rushed to heals him ...

“ that hurts..” He says as he fell to the ground ..

”i’m So sorry .. but you forced me to do this ..” She uses her power to heals him .. She took him as he put his head on her lap she heals him ..

”coming from you .. I Don’t mind ... no remorse..” He chuckles a bit .. Knowing his new reformed wife Gain a power similiar like him his thoughts about her

“still believing that i’m your wife?” She questions.. she felt regrets that she hurted him

.. but he will ties her in his kunai if she did not make an action .. whether to fight or be tied ..

”always ..” he smiled... as he rests in her lap and feeling her soft skin ..

”although you look foreign, not of asian descent anymore .. and those Big grey eyes ..” He continues ..

”you look more beautiful..” He chuckles

It felt strange .. hearing his chuckles .. it is like he is owning the world .. from this laugh

“thank you .. Sir ..” She said .. as she’s healing him ..

” Hanzo Hasashi ..” He grunted as she pass to the final part of his body to heal him ..

”what?” She was surprised hearing this ..

“My name .. is Hanzo Hasashi ..” He reply again ...

”Aliyaa aepel .. but you can call me Al.. for short ..” She smiles as she finished his healing ..she got up and she took his hands to pull him ..

”get up and lets go to the meeting maybe their searching for us ..” She chuckles .. He smiles seeing her chuckles ..

”your powers .. how did you have them?” He asked Caught her off-guard ..

”i was born with them ..” She delcared simply

”hmm .. if true .. than your power are stronger than mine .. although i was not born with them .. Let me tell you the story ..” he offered her to tie his hands on her ..like dear old-friends ..

Which she decline politely .. she instead offer to walk with him .. other than that ..

”when i was in my village the shirai-ryu i Used to be an ordinary man .. No superhuman strength or hellfire power .. Some years later my Village was massacred by the lin-kuei .. Thanks to that Previous grandmaster we were all massacred .. me my wife and my son .. every thing went from green to ash ... “ he stops to breath a bit .

” oh I’m sorry for that ...” She replied effected by that ..

” it is okay .. i was turned into a Ghost or in this case a wraith .. asking for vengeance.. And obliterating anything related to the lin-kuei .. For they are to be blamed for what happend to me ... in netherworld.. we called it the nether-realm i met a sorcerer named Quan-chi .. he promised me Vengeance when i served him . But she interrupted him

” you .. trusted a sorcerer..how can you believe A sorcerer ..” She said .. feeling disgusted..

” and i regretted that ..” he added bitterly..

” and what happened..” She asked she felt kinda excited to know more about his story ..

” i did a horrible things .. for him .. And i murdered an innocent man ... well he was half innocent because he murdered me .. And Other thing he did not slaughter my family ... and then after 2 decades i was brought back by Raiden he brought us back to life me and Sub-Zero and jackson ..” he reply .

”grandmaster Sub-zero was murdered? By whom?” She questions.. she felt saddened..

he was jealous that she cared about Subzero .. and not him..

”yes .. he was murdered by the mother of kitana ..” He Answered her question ..

” you mean that blue dress woman with fans? She looks like a cartoon series princess...” she chuckles .. To her surprise he chuckles with her too

“Okay .. i’ll tell you my story .. it is not fair when i only just listen to your story and not sharing mine ..” She smiles at him ..

” go on i am all Ears ..” He seems eager to listen to her ...

“When i was a girl i have a caring loving father .. he loved me to the core.. he also Spoiled me with his Gifts and care and love .. he was all i had in this life .. and my mother seems to shunned herself .. i do not know why .. but i wished that i had not know .. anyway .. My father taught me alot .. how cook how to Shepherd the sheeps . And how to use bow and a sword too .. when I turned 20 my life turned upside down .. My father that day .. he was fine .. and then he Fell unconscious... but i found out that that someone poisoned his heart with magic .. and it turned out to be a sorcerer... I hated them all for this .. when i looked at my father dying eyes he told me to never gave up and he loved me till the end of times .. i and also was a gift from a god .. i told him that i loved him too and i said goodbye to him .. .. and ...” She Stops to breath .

“It seems like a Tragic story ..” He reply .. knowing that he feel her pain ..

”i know that also my aunt is complicit in my father’s death So i avenged him by killing her .. infront of her child ...I ripped her heart out by my own hands ..”

“Ouch ... that was dark..and harsh coming from you..” He told her , chuckling a bit ..

”not just that .. i found out who murdered my father . He ran away when he knew that I discovered about his crimes against me .. so i haunted him to Omenvalley... A land known that most of it is inhabitants Are mages and sorcerers.. And then i cornered him he promised he would Go to my homeland to face judgement in return that his penalty would be lightened... But i Did not promised him that and Dobble-crossed him and i threw him to the angry mob that tears him in half for what he did to the children.. and that’s all ..” she told him her story but she was not aware that both of them Entered the meeting hall .

”Aliyaa your here i was searching for you ..” Grandmaster Sub-Zero Said and Relaxed when he saw her .. She was talking to his old nemsis ..

”oh here i am .. need anything? Something?” She Smiled to him ...

”ooh .. it’s the hot Chick again ... Nice to meet you Aliyaa .. M’Aliyaa ..” He reply Teasingly ..Both men Grunted Feeling irritated.

“Nice to meet you too Boomer!” She smiled teasingly to him ..

”Haha .. Now that is a real bitch-slap” Jacqui Laughed hard ..

”hehe ..boomer” The blonde soldier chuckles ..

“Okay .. you won pretty lady ..” Johnny Admitted..

”why do you believe that i’m only here to embarrass you.. c’mon man i barely know you ..” She told him and she chuckles a bit .

” well to be fair.. you started this ..” Johnny reply while removing his sunglasses..

”i just asked you .. didn’t Mean to insult you ..” she rolled her eyes at him

”awh don’t roll your eyes at me!” He warned

she rolled her eyes again ..

” so you’re asking for it ..” he warned as he wear his sunglasses.. again ..

” So this is your job .. wearing sunglasses? And removing them, you know you look dump while doing that, ” She retorted giggling at him ..

”haha .. i started to like her ..” Kung-lao chuckles ..

”she completely Wipe the ground with thim ..” Liu kang reply as he wipes his tears from his eyes

”Alright Johnny stop messing around ..” Sonya blade Fumes at johnny ..

”Aliyaa you came back to the meeting hall me and dad we want to ask you about something..” Takeda came to Aliyaa his eyes sparkling .

”sure .. what is it? ..” she smiled brightly ..

”dad .. did i told you that she use fire power similiar to master hasashi but black color ..” Takeda grab his father hand excitedly..

”C’mon Aliyaa please show us .. it is really has a unique color ..” Takeda pleaded

”Takeda .. don’t Annoy Aliyaa with unnecessary questions..” Hanzo steps in ..

”alright if you insist..!” Aliyaa agreed as she gather her power to form a darkfire flame .. Which glowing brightly Although of it is a little flame ..

“there you go ..” She smiled ...She gathers her powers again to form her dark-fire cage spell (Dark binding) .. But without blasting it just to show them...

everybody gasped about this and wowed too

“See i told you it is amazing! ..” Takeda Retorted.. excitedly

“alright that’s enough ..” She reply as she blow it to the Ceiling It exploded with Colorful Glitters ..

Wow ....

”Aliyaa your clearly amazing.. can you teach me how to do it !” He asked her .. Astonishing her

“ teach you? Um it’ll take a lot of time and effort, ” She asked him ...

” Sure as long as you teach me! ..” He answered..

” Okay then ! .” She smiles at him

“You can’t what!” Takeda whispered to his father ..

” it can’t be ..” He whispered to his father again .. while his father stil maintaining eye-contact with her ..

”okay .. is something wrong?” She asked ..

”no not really ..” Takeda Chuckles ..

” okay .. then ..” She reply as she left to other room ..” Grandmaster Subzero followed her ..

”you okay..” He asked cause her to Gasp.

”yes i am okay .. but those friends of yours... there really strange .. I can feel that they are being uneasy when they gaze upon me ..” She told him ..

“ it is ok .. aliyaa they liked you .. But they did not want to show it! ..” he shocked her ..

” and why is that? ..” She chuckles.. a bit ..

“I don’t know .. but as soon as you left with takeda .. they kept talking about you non-stop especially the general.. She said that you can be useful to us .. .” he told her the truth..

”i can imagine that..” She retorted ..

“It is the truth Aliyaa ..” He smiles as he get her into a room .. and froze the doorknob solid ..

”what now?.” She asked annoyed..

”Shh .. not one word ..” He said as she push her to the bed .. and Undressing himself in front of her ..

”no no no !, please don’t do this to me.” She pleaded not believing herself for once she would be in this situation. ..

” you ... Blame yourself for this .. you .. melted my frozen heart .. and fill it with love instead..” he admitted.. as he begin to undress her too ..

”I did that .. but it didn’t come to that degree” She Whined .. Which he secretly Find it amusing ..

“ Well .. when You come in this world you did the impossible.. which is Melting my heart .. Sorry Babe ..” he Admitted.. as he jumped on her and begin to suck on the skin of her neck ..

”Alright be gentle.” She let him do it ..

”i’ll be ..” he promised

“wait .. just wait give me 2 sec .” she got up and removed her dress .. She appears in her underwears .. he removed her bra .. and she tossed her under-wear pants ..

”Alright .. now i’m ready ..” He took her hands ..

“You will Scream” ... He Said

As she got on bed .. and lay on her back .. He came sucking her neck .. Leaving hickeys or love bites ,.here and there... He sucked hard on her right nipple as he rubbing the other breast... She can’t deny the pleasure as moan seductively.. But she soon hidden it .. when she remembers there is people in the other halls ..

“Don’t hide .. your moans .. Love ..” He told her .. And he began to bite her .. She moans again as she Scratch him with her nails .. on his chest

”ouch .. watch it ..” He chuckles...

“sorry .. you’re not being fair while i am the only one is Moaning here ..” She giggles .. and she heals his chest with her powers ..

”ready now .. i’m already hard ..” He confessed

“I’m ready, do it ..” She assured him .. before he did .. She rubs her vagina .. Wanting to ease the process and get used to the thursts .. Gentle ones and harsh ones alike ..

He grabs his length.. Ready to thurst .. .. “ready?” He questions again ..

”yes .. do it .. don’t keep me waiting..” She warned while smiling seductively ..

”okay ..” he said as lined his length with her vagina .. Rubbing it first ... Then he fully penetrate it .. and slowly so he won’t hurt her ... . “Yes .. harder please ..” She said as moans. A bit ..

”just wait 3 mints Atleast..” He reply patiently ..

3 mints exactly passed and he started to Thursts into her .. then fully Pulled out .. then fully pushing himself in ... In and out .. in and out and thus ..

“so close .. ah ..” She moans ..

”me too ..” He whispered to her ears ..

but to her dismay .. he did not Spilled his load inside of her .. but in her mouth .. she had reach her orgasm .. but he pulled faster and Forced her into an unexpected deep-throat .. as he cums deep inside her mouth ..

”yes .. it feel amazing .. You resist my cold nature baby ..” He confessed

“i told you I don’t feel cold ..” She replied after she swallowed his cums-drops ..

“ and hot too ..” he smiles back ..

alright guys .. i had officially finished with (When ice meets darkfire) Please wait patiently for another chapter!

#wartb #when a rose turns black #aliyaa aepel #lost in another dimension #Aliyaa x Hanzo #hanzo hasashi fanfic #hanzo hasashi x oc #hanzo hasashi

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sweetbunnykook · 3 years

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Idk if this has been brought to the table already I’m sorry i haven’t been able to read every ask but I raise you this: pornstar!noona and fan!Jungkook and he sees her as this beautiful trapped angel that shouldn’t be forced to expose to survive. And Jk’s always liked photography but starts finding a way to become one of the cameramen in the industry so he can get close to her, but when he’s rich and suddenly working these small jobs, ofc his best friends tae and Jimin find out about his obsession very quickly and Jimin makes fun of him and tae is immediately forming a plan for him to get noona (love language acts of service much?) and he’s like “listen kook we’re rich, handsome, she’s a sex worker with a heart of gold, just tell her you’re ready to whisk her away from this horrible life” and so jk goes to find noona at one of her favorite cafes and does the whole spiel tae practiced with him and noona’s like “.... that’s very sweet but I like being watched and making my own money 🥰” and kook’s just 👁👄👁 and then noona being noona starts rattling off her ideas to kook on how to change the problems in the industry for the better and protect workers since he has the money to make some of these changes happen and kook’s in his little secret Bluetooth device disguised as a cuff link like “TAE WHAT DO I DO?! OMIGOD TAE IM GONNA CRY SHE DOESNT WANT ME OMIGOD SHE WANTS OTHER-“ and Jimin screaming back from behind a plant “ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION” and tae’s like “WOULD YOU BOTH CALM THE FUCK DOWN”

This is hilarious LOL I think it's amusing that any time JK's infatuation with noona involves him having a savior complex, the funniest moments happen 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 he's just so ridiculous with his approaches when he would be perfectly fine approaching her like a normal person. He's rich and handsome!!!! He could've easily made a good first impression to pornstar!noona but nooooo he had to make this a bluetooth mission with vmin and panic.

If you write this, I would love to read it.

- 🐰

#ask bunny

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hannah-the-red-head · 4 years

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The Horses, a Behavioral Study

Ruin *with their rider: He is my creator, I was born from him so I will die for him, and he will do the same for I. Anyone who dares stand in his way will meet a grisly end by my hooves.

Ruin *with the subject, Hannah*: OMIGOD FREE HEAD PATS YISS!

Rampage *with their rider*: I will travel through the fires of Hell and the stuffiness of Heaven for Fury.

Rampage *with the subject, Hannah*: I have only known this tiny child for one day, but if anything were to happen to her, I will kill everyone in this room then myself.

Despair *with their rider*: He’s emotionally numb but I know how he’s usually feeling, which is why we have the closest bond than out of my other kin.

Despair *with the Subject, Hannah*: Protect the tiny, half human meat child. *holds Hannah up in his teeth by the girl’s jacket*

Mayhem *with their Rider*: I wear the pants in this relationship due to my rider’s constant need to put himself and others in danger for “fun”, It’s stressful! But, I love him anyway.

Mayhem *with the subject Hannah*: You are the only sane, decent being in the universe I can count on if Strife ever gets out of hand.

Hannah: *can’t speak horse, but smiles and nods anyways*

#Darksiders #the four horses of the apocalypse #mayhem #rampage #despair #ruin #OC #self insert #darksiders death #darksiders war #darksiders fury #darksiders strife #@hannah-the-red-head #the horses just love Hannah as much as their riders #what can I say #she has a very attractive personality

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prettyboongi · 4 years

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It Had to Be You

[A/N: Omigod guys! I’m so excited! This is my first series ever and hopefully not my last. The idea for this series came to me about when I first started this blog and it’s been stewing in my mind ever since. This series is really inspired by laidback coming of age films and my favorite childhood cartoons, so I’m definitely going for a more nostalgic feel. Also, I’m trying something a little different with my writing. I decided to write this with a somewhat American-esque setting, and with that names are going to written in the western way (ex. Taehyung Kim, Jimin Park, Jungkook Jeon). So keep that in mind. I really hope you guys enjoy this series and please feel free to give me feedback!]

Quick thanks to @soft-hard-peaches and @cheonjae-min for encouraging me to write this series <3

Reader x Taehyung (also including Jimin and Jungkook!)

Word Count: 1,749

Warnings: some strong language

First posted: 07.04.20

Chapter One: Dog Days Are Over

“What’s taking him so long?,” Taehyung whines as he leans his back against the large tree he and his friend Jungkook found shelter from. He takes out his flip phone to check the time. “He should be here by now.”

Sitting down next to him, Jungkook looks up at Taehyung, “Didn’t he mention he had to run some errands with his mom?”

Taehyung sighs. “Yeah but he texted me he was on his way to the park but that was 30 minutes ago!”

Normally, the young boy wouldn't mind his best friend Jimin Park running late to their rendezvous. But today was their last day of summer vacation, before starting their first day of eight grade. So understandably, he wanted to enjoy the last bit of freedom as long as he could.

Today was an especially hot mid-August afternoon. The torrid summer air made it feel as if your skin was baking from the uncomfortable heat, and the occasional breeze that came now and then barely served any justice. The large tree Taehyung and Jungkook were under did help shield some of the sun’s harsh rays from beaming down on them but still couldn’t protect them from the dry environment. Despite this torture, Taehyung actually liked days like this. It was so that a lot of people avoid going outside. Many overprotective moms often confine their children at home to avoid the possibility of heatstroke. With usually crowded places like the park only having a handful of people, Taehyung felt as if his small town was his domain.

Jungkook began going over his excitement for his first day of sixth grade. He was absolutely giddy that he would finally be considered one of the big kids, although Taehyung reminded him he still had a long way to go. Taehyung tried his best to listen to Jungkook, only ending up drifting off to his own reverie. It was the sound of approaching footsteps that brought him back to the real world.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Taehyung hears Jimin say before facing towards him.

“It’s fine, let’s just hurry and-,” Taehyung stops himself when he sees that Jimin hadn’t come alone. Standing next to him was some girl about his height. You were about the same height as Jimin, making you slightly shorter than Taehyung. You had your hair in a downward ponytail, and was wearing a faded red baseball tee with denim capri pants. Taehyung didn’t see anything spectacular about you, but then again he felt that way about most girls his age.

Smiling at his two friends absentmindedly, it takes a moment before Jimin catches on to the awkward silence.

“Oh yeah sorry,” Jimin says bashfully, rubbing the back of his head, “this is Y/N, she’s new here.” He then gestures to the two boys. “These are my best friends, Taehyung Kim and Jungkook Jeon.”

“‘Sup?,” you greeted, giving a quick nod.

Taehyung copies the same action as the new girl, “Nothing much.” Taehyung didn’t really know what else to say to Y/N; it wasn’t that he was shy or anything, he just really didn’t expect to meet anyone new. However the ever shy Jungkook stayed silent and tried to hide behind his older friend.

"Do you mind if she tags along with us?"

"Nope, it's cool," Taehyung answered, hiding his annoyance. Taehyung really wanted to spend the last day of summer break with just his two best buds, not with some kid he didn't even know. As much as he wanted to send you back to where she came from, he also didn't want a dick and just kick you out.

Taehyung pulled out his phone and checked the time again. "We better head to Moon's Comics before he closes for the day."

"Yeah definitely," Jimin replies, "but on the way there, let's stop by the convenience store and get some slushies."

Taehyung shoots him a dirty look. "Dude, you already so long to get here."

"Come on, Taetae," Jimin cooed affectionately, "it's really hot today, we could all use one."

Initially, Taehyung doesn't budge, and it didn't expect for you to chime in.

"Yeah, Taetae," Y/N says in a mocking yet playful tone, "a little detour couldn't hurt. And I just got my allowance so it'll all be on me."

Taehyung didn't know what to make of your generous offer. But he wasn't quick to refuse a free slushie.

As the quartet made their way to the nearby convenience store, the conversation was primarily made up with getting to know you. You revealed that you were from the city and that you were sent to live with your aunt and grandma.

“They own that one bookstore, across from the Tino’s Pizzeria,” Jimin informed Taehyung, “it was one of the places me and mom had to stop by earlier, and that’s where I was introduced to Y/N.”

Taehyung was genuinely surprised. “I never knew there was a bookstore around there. And I go to Tino’s all the time.”

Jimin shook his head. “Of course you didn’t, Tae. You don’t read.”

Taehyung glares at him while you stifled a giggle. Secretly, Taehyung had to admit: your giggle was pretty damn cute.

You also revealed that you were the same age as Taehyung and Jimin, starting the 8th grade alongside them. At one point, you whispered to Taehyung, “Hey, what’s with Bambi?”, subtly gesturing towards Jungkook.

“Oh that’s just he’s just really shy, especially around girls.”

“Oh,” you responded understandably. However, that didn’t stop you from catching Jungkook’s attention and waving at him flirtily. This causes the poor kid to turn beet red and walk further away from the group. “Okay, he’s now my favorite.”

The friendly ring of the convenience store door went as the four kids made their way out. Thanks to the generosity of the new girl, each person had a large cherry slushie in one hand and an additional treat of their choosing.

"Thanks for treating us, Y/N," Jimin says to her with a big smile on his face.

"Yeah, thanks," chimed Taehyung, "you really didn't have to."

You took a sip from your slushie before responding to the two boys. "Oh it's no problem. This just means you guys owe me next time." You shoot them a playful smile.

Noticing Jungkook hasn't said anything in awhile, Jimin turns to him. "Jungkook, don't you have something to say to Y/N."

Jungkook stops mid-sip and quickly wipes his red stained mouth. "Um, thank you, Y/N," he says in a quiet voice.

You then step close to Jungkook and pat his head gently. "You're very welcome, cutie."

This tender gesture causes the sixth grader-to-be blush slightly and beam at you as if you were a divine goddess. Seeing this, Jimin quietly giggles to himself while Taehyung rolls his eyes.

Despite the unexpected addition to the group, Taehyung's last day of freedom was a huge success. He got some tasty treats to enjoy on the way to the comic bookshop. There, he got a copy of the manga he wanted and a free poster from the owner, Mr. Moon, to congratulate him on starting the new school year. He honestly thought things couldn't get better. And it also felt nice to meet someone as cool as you. For the longest time, he's been comfortable with just his two best friends but now he couldn’t wait to see where this friendship with you will go.

The gang were on their way back to the park to hang out for the rest of the day. Laughs filled the air as Taehyung was telling a story about his accidentally leaving him at the supermarket. When he noticed that you suddenly stopped in front of them, that's when he walks closer to you.

"Hey, what's up?," he asks while studying the intense look on your face. When you didn't answer him, he turned his gaze ahead to see what you were so fixed on. All he saw in front ahead was a couple, a boy and girl, sitting on a bench about two yards before Taehyung and you stood. They looked to be older teenagers and they were feeding each other french fries, all lovey dovey. The other cheesiness of the scene made Taehyung grimace.

You turn to Taehyung and give him a mischievous smile. “Hey fellas,” she called out, “Watch this!” Before any of the boys could react, they saw you wind up your arm back -cherry slushie still in hand- and threw your drink right at the seated couple.

In mere seconds, the couple was covered in the cold red goop, their expression in complete shock. The teenage boy looks towards the direction of where the slushie was thrown and ultimately finds the culprit. The moment the boy got up from the bench, Taehyung heard you shout, “Run”, as she had already made a head start. Before they knew it, the three boys were running for their lives, trying to make sure the angry teen doesn’t catch up to them and murder them. Taehyung did his very best to run at the same speed as you while you effortlessly were hauling serious ass. Jimin had some trouble catching up especially as he was pulling Jungkook’s arm, making sure he doesn’t fall behind.

After a minute of running, the gang found a sewage tunnel to hide in, losing the angry teen completely. The sounds of their lingering pants echoes throughout the spacious tunnel. Once Taehyung’s breathing returned to it’s normal pace, he was suddenly filled with fierce irritation.

“What the hell was that all about?!” he shouts at Y/N.

Taehyung waited for an explanation from you, but you only responded with a fit of laughter.

“Omigod, did you see the look on that dude’s face?!,” you guffawed, holding yourself as if you were going to topple over.

The three boys stared at you in silence, totally flummoxed over the entire situation. However, you were too busy trying to die down your own laughing fit to even notice.

“Y/N,” Jimin said as you were quieting down, “Why did you throw your slushie at them?”

You wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes before answering Jimin’s question. “Simple: because I thought it would be funny.” You shoot the three of them a devilish smirk.

Taehyung's eyes widened at the girl he initially thought was easygoing and kind. But now he sees an entirely different person from before. He thinks to himself, “What is this chick’s deal?”

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stevenbasic · 3 years

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Measuring: Her (Post 154)

“You know what we’re trying to do here, Miss, right? The final goal?” Abby had said to her, on the phone, just a little while ago in her office. Right now she was back in the breakroom, alone, staring at the wall aside the vending machine, now covered in the marked-off heights of her friends, co-workers...and him. Right after measuring him, when they’d been interrupted by Randi and Amelia, Melissa had hurriedly left the breakroom to call Abby, agitated, both shocked and excited at what was happening. He wasn’t just slowly getting shorter, he was shrinking...fast!

“But...but..is it me that’s doing this to him?” she’d asked, feeling the rush of electricity that shot through her as she spoke those words, thought that thought, considering in new awe the pheromones that wafted - stronger every day - from her pores. It made her pulse quicken, her face flush. “I mean...I feel...I feel-”

“Missy, we talked about this. You know what you’re doing to him,” Abby had said, as gently as she could. She knew Melissa’s tendencies, her instabilities. She’d been over her psych profile countless times. But Melissa could handle this, now. “Evolution just thought this was a good idea, a good time to introduce the Accelerant. See how it works. Move things along. Vida will be giving it to hi-”

“His vitamins? That’s where this is coming from??” Melissa had suddenly deduced, still confused but starting to get a better picture. She...she didn’t know how to feel about all this. Part of her felt bad for him, felt the urge to protect him from these...these scientists, these executives, these lawyers and politicians. But part of her...part of her felt…

nnnngh.

“Yeah, Missy, isn’t it great?” Abby had continued, knowing she had to present this in the right light, “This way you can watch everything, supervise. You can be there to make sure he does alright…”

On the other side of the phone, silence, Melissa listening. Abby had sensed she was getting the reaction she needed. She proceeded.

“You get to take care of him, and he’ll need you more and more,” she had continued, “as he gets smaller, less able to do things for himself, he’s going to rely on you.” Abby waited for Melissa to respond, so she could hear her voice, gauge how she was receiving this. She knew, after viral exposure, that this would be powerful counsel. Heck, she felt it herself, the attraction to smaller men, the dominant inclinations coalescing more day-by-day. But with Melissa’s ever-changing tendencies and internal urges towards him, driven by her evolving genetics, the idea was going to be intoxicating, formidable.

“Y-yeah...he will,” Melissa had replied, the arousal in her voice becoming more obvious. What was it?!? she had thought, What was it that was making me feel this way?? It felt so good, so right, to imagine him...getting smaller. Needing me. Rushing to my leg and hugging my thigh. “He’s going to get even more helpless…”

Hearing what she wanted, Abby had decided to step further.

“You’re going to be so much bigger than him,” she had said categorically, “You’re going to keep growing, and growing. And he’s going to keep shrinking.”

“Oh my god…” Melissa breathed, suddenly overcome, the words releasing a floodgate, warming her chest with burgeoned heat and wetting her electrically between the thighs. She put one hand on her desk for support, and nearly had to sit.

As one of her handlers, Abby knew now how Melissa worked, she understood which buttons did what. But these were buttons that so far had been left unpushed. Now was the time though, she knew, to set more gears in motion.

“We were watching you, Missy, in the breakroom,” Abby had continued, “while you were making his coffee. What did that make you feel like?”

Melissa had summoned the moment, the scene, just a bit earlier this morning, when she had him pinned against the counter - this one, the one she stood near now, tracing her finger across its surface, where his hands, his hips had been. She was remembering it now, licking her fingertip, neurons firing as she could taste him. She recalled how thrilling it was to be bigger than him, bigger than a man. To be a woman that’s outgrown him, that's begun to dwarf him. He was so...adorable. So...vulnerable. She remembered how exciting it was to make him feel small. Her hand - it was so much bigger than his. Her arm, so much larger and stronger. Everything about her was bigger, everything about him was smaller. She had barely been able to control herself, hold herself back.

That feeling had drawn her back to breakroom, back now to his measurement on the wall. She was here alone, but she was afraid of letting her urges flow. The mark on the wall - his mark - was now made permanent by black marker. The other girls had been here, had measured themselves. Randi, Amelia, Marisela and Josie. They were - god, her girls - all taller than him. Even Lakshmi, little Aubrey, they were only several inches shorter. Surrounded by them, he would disappear.

She nearly groaned, picturing it.

And then there was her. What would she look like, among them all, next to him? Melissa realized that she had gone a little red in the face, just thinking about how tiny and skinny he would look if he were standing here next to her, or among all them, doing comparisons. The other girls would be taller than him, but she, Melissa? She would dwarf him. The thought, the image, the idea made her shiver.

Her measuring tape, the marker. They were still on the table.

Without barely a thought, without even thinking, Melissa had slipped out of her heels was soon back-to-the-wall, Sharpie in hand, sliding the felt tip of the pen across the paint of the wall, marking her own height along with those of the other girls, and his. Heart racing, pulse pounding, she stretched out the measuring tape, and wrote her name next to the figure: Melissa. 6’3” ...and the date.

She stepped in close, and looked down at his. Dr. J. 5’5”

She dated his.

Five-foot five. FIve-foot five. He’s so small, he’s so short. If I keep growing, and he keeps - omigod - shrinking, it’s not going to be long. I’m going to be more than a foot taller than him.

Her heels went back on.

She stepped in closer, inches away now. The swell of her huge right breast scant millimeters from..

His face would be right...there.

Melissa glanced behind herself, looked to the door, making stock sure that she was still alone.

She inched in closer, and with a turn of her shoulder pressed her breast into the wall.

She sighed, eyes fluttering, as the shape of her tit, soft in its sweater but heavy in its mass and firmth, plastered itself over him. She watched as ‘Dr J - 5’5”’ disappeared, was lost, eclipsed by her tit. Her breast was mashed into the wall, flattened in its rondure. She pictured him there, head sandwiched, looking so small, and that was it.

“Oh my god…” she groaned, and squashed now her entire chest onto him, onto his name, onto where he would be. She crushed the vision of him with new purpose, growling his name…

“Come on, baby,” she breathed, just above a whisper, “come to mama…”

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antigenius · 4 years

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Aaaaah your skincare hc 💜 i'm dealing with some really bad acne rn and reading that was amazing. Can you write skincare hcs for 1a girls too? (And also the best girl hatsume mei if it's not too much) 💖

OMIGOD FIRST REQUEST BSDJJRJTJ YOU GOT IT BBY LETS GO-

Toru:

I got her hcs while I was in the shower coincidentally enough.

Okay surprisingly for someone who you can't see, she really REALLY cares about her looks. It's really sad but she's actually super insecure despite being invisible

Loves any sort of face mask that has animals or cute things on it!! Cute, cute, cute!! She especially loves those little fruit shaped masks that you slap on different parts of your face like hgsvgbd please-

Actually has really oily skin, which is purely the cause of her insecurities. Someone please compliment this girl on her skin for gosh sakes-

Uses foam and oil cleansers to gently try and control her acne. Then uses a really light daycream with included sun protection when it's both day and night. She uses it at night because she gets scared that her night cream will be too much for her face. Better to go lighter.

OH MY GOD SHE LOVES HOT SPRINGS. P L E A S E. She enjoyed the camp so much because it made her pores open up and made it easier to clean!!

Uses those peel off pore masks on her nose, chin and upper lip. Hurts her sometimes, you can usually see her cry a bit when she takes them off.

Uses tweezers to clean up her eyebrows and upper lip. Hurts a lot, but she manages. Puts aloe vera after.

Detoxing is important! Sometimes she goes on a vegan diet for a week so that her acne gets a bit better. Only drinks water during that time too!

UGH GET THIS GIRL SOME PINK GRAPEFRUIT BODY SCRUB AND SHE'LL LITERALLY LOVE YOU FOREVER JUST OMG G R A P E F R U I T

In general she enjoys smelling like things you can eat! Mainly fruits, so Toru generally smells like berries or citrus.

Uses a stick deodorant that's organic. Hates the feeling of clinical deodorants.

Ajdjsjjjf acne needles? Yes. She uses them. Doesn't wanna get acne scars and this is more hygienic than actually popping pimples with your fingers. She really takes great care when it comes to her skin.

Ochaco:

Ochaco is literally me when I spent all my money on food :')

Cheap as hell. Obviously. This means CHEAP BEAUTY HACKS!

Ochaco has normal skin thankfully enough, but she does get some bad days with acne. Happens.

Cheap means you make your own stuff. Instead of buying exfoliating scrubs, Ochaco makes her own by buying oatmeal, apples, raw honey, cinnamon, and lemon juice. She puts this all in a food processor, letting it become a thick paste. Before she puts it on her face, she puts in a bit of sugar and tada!!! Smooth, soft, baby skin!

Another thing she makes is cucumber and banana ice-cubes for her dark eyebags. She grabs some cucumber, mushes it half a banana and then puts them into an ice-tray. Then whenever she has dark eyebags, she busts out these bad boys and voìla!

Is a hoe for 5 minute-crafts stuff. They're usually cheap and work for her really well, so now she heccing worships it like a g O d.

Doesn't really understand makeup? She might only use some eyeshadow and eyeliner. Possibly chapstick if she has some.

Makes her own lipscrubs though! Sugar and honey make a beautiful scrub for her lips, she rubs and licks it off happily to reveal velvet, plush lips ready for kissing! ;)

Really good at making cute diy beauty stuff!! She once made this clear lip balm that had a dry flower inside. She actually sold some! She was so proud of herself.

Oh gosh if you give Ochaco expensive Burberry Her perfume that smells sweet and sugary she will cry because she is so grateful for that. It's her FAVOURITE smell. Otherwise, she smells like faint roses.

Uses spray deodorant on hot days and stick deodorant on cold days. Spray deodorant is such a perk up when she's been sweating from training.

If there's a sale on skincare products, you'd best believe Ochaco sits there in the morning in front of the shop to get all the best stuff first. She will actually kill someone if that try and take the last item on the shelf which is on sale, especially if it's like 50% off. She'd tear some limbs. O_o

Prefers liquid soap over soap bars, but buys soap bars more often because they're cheaper and easier to stock. Just please get her some moderately priced things god this girl NEEDS PAMPERING OKAY???

Momo:

Bro you know how gay I am for this girl like dude I LOVE HER OKAY???

Completely and utterly clueless when it comes to skincare.

Never gets acne??? Like ever??? I'm so jealous it's SO UNFAIR. Does get dry skin though.

Uses those 24 carat gold face masks because they look pretty and make her face freakin GLOW LIKE A GODDESS.

Uses peel off masks, but more for dead skin. Hurts much less and she just heccing emits rays of sunlight.

Uses sunscreen a lot though. She's really prone to getting sunburnt, and she can't get a tan, which makes her kinda sad. Cancer is too scary to get a tan over.

Likes body and hand creams too much for her own good. Has a whole collection of them which all have a variety of smells and textures so her body and hands and just her skin is normally soft and silky and just hafdjskrjkt-

Has to use coffee scrubs and body oil since she has stretch marks from developing super fast. She's really insecure about it and hates that part of herself a lot tbh. Please praise her I beg you.

Loves to sit in a hot bath with rose petals. Spa treatment is all he knows about skincare really.

Has like four perfumes she normally uses. One is a sweet smelling perfume that has soft sugary notes that make you drool. The second smells like delicate roses with dewdrops from the morning mist. The second smells like berries and forests, as if you're about to pick some yourself. The last one smells like the pandan leaves with mangoes. Basically, Momo smells like paradise.

Actually loves buying cheap lip-glosses and lipsticks!! Her favourite is this shimmery golden lipgloss which changes colour depending on the light that she's in. Only uses it on very special occasions though. Otherwise, her best one is usually a moderately red lipstick or a cute red tinted lipgloss which just slightly colours her lips. Makes her lips so adorably kissable. (I'm gay for her okay shut up-)

Okay, we all know for a fact Momo be thicc. But she doesn't really like it honestly. Her thicc comes from cellulite and it's so gross to her. Uses a stiff, dry brush to move the fat around a by so she's more evened out in thiccness.

Mina:

Pink alien queen!

Acid comes out of her skin daily, this means really dry skin. Dry like sometimes peel off dry. It's really bad.

Just like Toru, really cares about skincare. Although a little less than Toru but still.

Toners are her best friends because her pores sometimes open up due to her quirk. Acid can damage them sometimes too, so mild, hydrating toners are great for skin like her's.

HAND CREAM AAAAAAAAAAA

Whilst she isn't rich enough to have a bunch of handcream like Momo, she has this specific handcream that smells like candy and marshmallows. It's. So. Good. Also makes her hands soft and silky like gahdhhd-

Cream is also a good friend of hers. Uses both night and day cream to make sure her skin stays plump and hydrated!

Uses potato slices instead of cucumbers so that her dark eyebags aren't too bad. She normally doesn't get em so this rarely happens.

Also uses lots of vanilla and almond body cream. Soft and silky skin that can make anyone want to hug her. (IM SO GAY SHUT UP)

Uses lip masks! Loves those Korean or Japanese candy ones! They really leave her lips luscious for any kisses!

Speaking about Korean and Japanese stuff, SHE ADORES THEM.

Korean stuff the most! They always provide her with great results, so they're her go to when she has a really dry day. Loves using their hydration masks!

Uses lip tattoos because she hates the feeling of lipgloss or lipstick. Plus, it doesn't leave a mark.

Mina also thicc, but she's more of a muscular thicc than fat thicc. This means she needs to use body oil to make sure her thighs and skin are tight and smooth.

She uses lasers to get rid of her hairs. Somehow her hairs are immune to her acid. She uses laser treatment to make sure she doesn't have to deal with it often. You wouldn't even know she has hair tbh because of the treatment.

Mina smells like coconuts and sea-salt with a hint of lime or mint depending on her mood. She smells like what'd you smell in a 5 star island resort as you walk on the white sandy beaches and sit in the bar watching the sunset go down on the horizon just hhh-

Feet are baby smooth?? Dunno why. They're just naturally soft and beautiful and shfhd when she rubs her feet against your legs it's so soft it's like she rubbed petals on your legs-

Speaking about petals! She loves having baths with either bubbles or petals with some candles to calm down. Definitely after a hard day of training!! Don't disturb!

Tsu:

I CAN'T DO MUCH FOR TSU IM SORRY

Tsu literally doesn't use skin items at all.

She has a normal skin type and also never gets acne somehow???? Like bro hecc tell me your ways.

She's not clueless about it like Momo, but she just has no use for it since her skin's just kinda perfect like hello what-

She is a frog though, so she really need that moisture!! Jacuzzi baths are like her favourite thing.

Ooh, also really likes those clay masks! That's the only skincare item she actually uses to be real with y'all.

Okay okay hear me out though, Tsu is a hoe for those kiddie slime baths. Like I'm not even kidding she loves it so hecking much but she would never admit it in any lifetime.

Also really loves it if you get her a whole big bag of those resin pellets that turn into those little jelly balls and she just goes into a bath of those??? Gosh yes paradise hecc

Smells like a dewy forest with hints of citrus and earthy tones. She's got that scent that's really unique and like you can walk by with a blindfold and point her out by smell alone.

Oops by the way she really enjoys having cucumbers on her eyes. She has natural eyebags, so she normally counters it with both cucumber and potato slices.

There's a secret tradition that runs in her family to get rid of wrinkles. They steam a small, knobbly hand towel with warm water and then rub it in circular motions on their face slowly going upwards. Works really heccing well.

Honestly, Tsu doesn't really care about her looks. Skincare or makeup for her is just an additional bother that she has to deal with.

Her skin is never pruney. Makes sense why though.

Mei:

Eyy because you asked so nicely! Tbh to me Camie from Shiketsu is best girl but like okay Mei is qt-

She's always covered in grime and dirt, so she actually gets acne daily. She just has really great skin routines!

Has a combination skin type, her forehead is the oiliest compared with the rest of her far though. Yuck.

When she stops tinkering (haha when does she do that-), she immediately goes and washes her face with an oil face wash. It helps properly cleanse her pores from all the grime and dirt that was on her face.

Sometimes, she has a really grimy day, so she uses a harsh clay wash just to make sure EVERYTHING IS OUT. Then uses a hydrating toner and a very light daycream!

Exfoliates every two weeks to make sure her skin isn't gross. Skin cells need to turn over every two weeks, so she makes sure she does that or she'll literally have pimples scattered on her forehead.

Is a popper. She hates seeing pimples and immediately pops them on site with some gloves. Then puts a miniscule dab of antiseptic cream so that it don't come back and spread.

Mei smells like petrol. Literally. When she stays out of the lab for a week though, she actually smells like caramel and cotton candy.

Has calluses on her from tinkering so much. She doesn't like it. Please trace and caress them gently and she'll love you.

She uses body oil because it feels more normal than body cream. Can lead her to being clumsy because she sometimes sloshes it on her body and then she has to wait a while before she can actually do things.

Salt block. Hates deodorant. Masks the smell of grime in the lab and she LIVES for that smell.

Uses charcoal face masks to relax and detox. Helps her think of her next baby to create as well, so bonus!

Likes going to those floating pods. They're really relaxing and make her feel at ease in the world.

Bubble baths are a no no. She had a really bad experience with them once when she tried to make a bubble telescope and put it to her eye. Let's just say she used to be able to see farther…

She enjoys using lipgloss though! Her lips smell like cake or cookie dough even though they're normally coloured in a neutral pink or a soft red. Even tastes like strawberries and cream.

Takes hecking great care of her hands. Her hands are meticulously the most gorgeous part of her. They're soft, velvety, and while they are callused, it only adds to its perfections and they're just so stunningly manicured and she does it all by herself like oh my god her hands are just bdbdkfgjfk-

Since anon has some bad acne, I actually have some advice since I myself care a heck ton about my skin.

Oil based face wash goes incredibly well with a foam cleanser. Using both gets rid of all the dirt, oil, makeup and residue in your pores. Best stuff and keeps me clear.

EXFOLIATE PLEASE!! Get one of those cute exfoliating scrubs or literally make the one Ochaco uses. They're really important to do because your dead skin cells can cause more acne and bumps.

When you have bad acne, I suggest using only light daycreams after you wash your face because night creams can be too much. Also use a nice organic toner so that your pores are tight and can't get much dirt or gross things during the day/night.

Charcoal is the best face mask for detoxing and decreasing oil levels. But don't use it when you have pimples. It can actually cause more pimples to come because you're stripping your ace of the natural oils it needs.

That said, make sure to wash your face at least twice a day! Thrice is okay too, but four is too much. Make sure to moisturise immediately after too!

Sunscreen is so important. Get yourself a face cream that has at least an SPF of 30. Please. Cancer is real and the sun's rays can make you seem to age faster.

Woof, that was a loooot. Next time, please be specific with characters anon! I didn't mind, but I normally only do about 3 characters. I'm not doing much yet so this is cool but yeah. Thank you so much for requesting though and ACKEJKRKN YOU'RE A CUTIE ILY THANK YOU FOR LOVING MY WORK!!

I also realised I missed out Jiro T_T I might edit her in later but really I found her and Tsu the hardest to talk about skincare with because they're my really girls who care about how they look. They're just cuties.

#mha #hcs #skincare #ochaco #uraraka #momo #yaoyorozu #Mina #ashido #Tsu #Toru #Mei #Hatsume #bnha #I realise i didn't do jiro #im too tired #its 1am danggit I'll do hers specially later

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dcnativegal · 4 years

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Day 9 of a National Emergency

Day 11 of a Pandemic

It’s Day 9 of a National Emergency, as declared by President #45. (On March 21, 2020)

There are many creative memes floating around the interwebs: this might be my favorite:

“Kinda feeling like the earth just sent us all to our rooms to think about what we’ve done.”

Valerie and I are in the house in Paisley, with Griffey the poodle and Moe the cat. We have fabric and yarn for making masks to protect people, including us, from the novel coronavirus known as Covid19, which popped out of the animal kingdom to the bipedal mammalian one known as humanity, in Wuhan China, in December of 2019. The deaths from covid19 in Italy have surpassed the ones in China where many more people were infected.

“A staggering 793 people died TODAY alone in Italy from the Coronavirus. That makes it the single deadliest day for any nation in the entire pandemic.” (Shaun King, Instagram.)

Although the medical system in Italy is sophisticated, the people and public health system were too slow. And the average age is higher than average? Iran is also devastated, while the USA screws down tighter with sanctions. The countries that have dealt with the virus while ‘flattening the curve’? South Korea, Singapore, and finally, China.

There are no positive tests in Lake County because there are no tests. There are a few people reporting the symptoms of sore throat, fever, shortness of breath, and fatigue. Valerie’s friend, who is also Valerie’s second husband’s eighth wife, but who’s counting, had a sore throat and just didn’t feel well, and went walking with Valerie and Griffey on the desert road by the Paisley airport, to my consternation. Valerie is 72, and is hale and hearty most of the time, but has this little flaw: an autoimmune disorder that kicks her butt, or rather the myelin sheath of her nerves, following any immune battle. I wasn’t around to forbid it, so all I can do is point out that Valerie is at higher risk than the average 60+ year old.

I might be, too, given my general lack of aerobic fitness and, um, insulin dependent diabetes. Also, sleep apnea and hypertension.

The person I worry most about is Toni’s husband, Al, who has been smoking cigarettes for 50+ years and uses oxygen now. He had just resurrected community theater in Paisley and we were rehearsing when the ‘social distancing’ directive from Governor Brown came down. I am to play Cora, a busy body and gossip in a small New England town, foil to the proper but also gossiping member of the welcome committee, Reba. And we both apparently dislike Willa Mae, played by Valerie.

The play will happen at some point. But I refuse to memorize my lines until I know when we start up rehearsals again.

Covid 19 would take out Al in a New York minute.

Schools are closed, restaurants are ‘take out only’. No one is traveling, with the exception of my sister’s youngest child, 19 year old Makoto, who flew east from Japan, to Los Angeles, to Philadelphia, cutting short his adventure as a student abroad. He became fluent in Japanese, and posted daily on Instagram. Now he’s in quarantine at his father’s home, just to be safe.

I have had moments in the past two weeks where I had trouble feeling at all safe or grounded. Join the club, Miss Lincoln. I sat in a meeting in a large circle of mostly women who all have an interest in helping ‘senior citizens’: the Aging Services Collaborative. And for me, there was a large elephant in the room that had my attention the entire time called ‘Coronavirus.’ It was Thursday, March 12. We were meeting in the Lakeview Senior Center, and the director got rather defensive when someone asked if she had shut down the lunch program. She said there’s be a serious backlash if she shut it ‘too soon.’ No such thing as too soon in the pandemic: by the next day, the senior lunch program was shuttered.

I was cranky and agitated in that meeting, and the younger women, new to the Collaborative, probably though I was a menopausal bitch. I wonder if they look back now, a week later, and think me prescient. Maybe a prescient menopausal bitch. At one point I said something to the effect of, we can choose to be South Korea or Italy. Let’s be like South Korea.

I also still get really wound up when the conservative Trumpian assholes in this county pipe up on Facebook about how the whole thing is a fraud, a hoax, a tactic to get to “Marshall Law.” Omigod. Like this guy:

Snowflake waving wildly here. If I could address this man directly, I would say the following:

Except we are not paying for it equally. Poor people always have a harder time.

Someone pointed out that, when this is all over, it will not be the CEOs and billionaires who saved us, but the nurses and janitors and grocery store clerks. Also, the truckers, the doctors and family nurse practitioners and physicians’ assistants.

I can’t retort to the delusion MAGA Lake county resident because we who work for Lake Health District are frequently scolded about posting anything in social media about Covid 19 because we ‘represent the hospital.’ Hmf, I’ve been muzzled. I try to read less of ‘Lakeview Announcements’ and more NYTimes. Still, I overhear bullshit at work. It’s not good for my blood pressure.

I am trying to figure out how to be useful at work, and I’m signed up to be a ‘greeter’ at the front entrance, and staff the ‘hotline’ which means I call folks who have symptoms to see how they’re doing, and wait for calls. The clinics are closed, the acute care is cleared out for the most part, the Operating Room where Hope works is ‘emergencies only.’ People drive up to a tent in front of the hospital and get their temperature taken. They’re asked, by a medical assistant who has a high school education and some extra training, whether they’ve been traveling, have a sore throat or any other symptoms. If they answer no to all and have no fever, they may be allowed to proceed to the emergency room, clinic, or to an appointment with the staff, like the head of corrections who came by on my greeter shift. He’s an enormous man, married to a pretty woman who holds at least 3 jobs in Lakeview including a part time Area Agency on Aging gig that’s directed by the Klamath group. Many non profit or governmental entities are based in Klamath and have a partial oversight in Lake County, the red-headed step child of Klamath County. This woman, and a south Asian man nicknamed “avatar’ by the BLM staff because they couldn’t remember “Arvinder”, and I were to start working on developing a “Village” volunteer effort in Lakeview. Then, the virus.

There are some volunteer activities spontaneously springing up in Lakeview; one facebook group is called Helping Hands of Lakeview. There are helpful things going on in Paisley through informal networks. I have one primary volunteer job: to pick up books at the Lakeview Library that sit in canvas bags labeled Paisley. And drop them off to Jan, who I think is the informal town mayor. She knows everyone, and everything, and reared her kids here.

I saw this on twitter:

Most of the volunteer stuff seems to happen via Facebook, a group called Lakeview Announcements. That’s where a lot of political bickering also happens. Missing dogs. Reports of ‘tweakers’ thieving around. Well of course they’re stealing, when no one will hire them, when the US of A punishes what is actually an illness, not a crime. An illness born of childhood trauma. But I digress.

No more crochet/ knitting/ rug hooking at the cavernous Bowling Alley’s party room. No more church, either.

We watched the marvelous Presiding Bishop Curry preach on our computers last Sunday, and listened to gorgeous church music and sonorous prayers, online from the Washington National Cathedral, one of my favorite Episcopal places. We’ll see what’s streaming again tomorrow, Sunday morning.

The knitting group is contemplating making face masks. So is Valerie. I’ve been looking at ‘the literature’ and there is one and only one study, in 2013, looking at the efficacy of homemade masks versus ‘respirators’ or ‘surgical masks.’ Of course, they are not as good but they are better than nothing. And corvid 19 seems to go straight for the throat. I’m thinking, those Safeway employees have been working really hard, and they are more at risk at the moment than health care workers at Lake Health District.

It’s a very strange time, full of opportunity for goodness and for greed. I’m glad my kids are safe, we are healthy so far, and I still receive a paycheck. We’ll see how this evolves.

"Nothing has prepared us for this moment. All we have is each other. Your safety is my safety. Protecting myself means protecting you, too. We are one race. Human race." - Jose Antonio Vargas

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Garlic in the Cauldron - Ch 4

Garlic in the Cauldron

Adrien Agreste learned from a young age that witches were the enemies to vampires. He was taught to kill on sight, drink them dry, and never look back… however, meeting a witch named Marinette threw his entire world off balance.

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Marinette flew on her broom as quickly as she could. She had to get home before her parents went to her room. If they checked on her and she wasn’t there then her ass would be doomed. They’d keep her under close surveillance and that was the last thing she wanted.

To her relief, when she opened her trap door, it was clear her parents hadn’t been there yet. She climbed down the ladder, throwing on her pajamas. Maybe, she could get a little more sleep before they came to wake her. Marinette rested in her bed, snuggling into the covers.

Tikki hovered over her, making the witch glance up at the familiar. The creature looked extremely guilty.

She gave her a smile. “Tikki, it’s okay. Don’t feel bad.”

“I shouldn’t have let you sleep out there. I just… I fell asleep. I didn’t mean to. When Plagg woke me up, I was furious with myself.”

Marinette shook her head. “It’s okay. I promise.”

Her familiar eyed her. Her paws went together. “This isn’t about ‘research’ anymore, is it? You’re falling for him.”

Feeling the warm on her cheeks, she glanced away shyly. “I… I didn’t mean to.”

Tikki gave a sympathetic smile. “It’s okay.”

“R-Really? You aren’t mad at me?”

“It’s… dangerous.”

“I know. I know I’m so stupid for having feelings for him. I’m supposed to be responsible and protect my coven. And now I’m dumb enough to fall in love with a vampire,” she whined, covering her face in her hands.

Tikki shook her head. “Stop it. No need to beat yourself up over this.”

Marinette peaked up at her familiar between her fingers. “W-What? How could you be okay with this? You should be furious with me. I’ve let my guard down and put us all in danger.”

“Marinette, as much as I want you to fulfill your destiny… I love you so much more. You should follow your heart. If you care about him, then I support you. But there’s something you should know—”

“Marinette!”

She popped straight up when her best friend, Alya, shot open the trap door to her room. Marinette pretended to be groggy, forcing a fake yawn.

“A-Alya…? What are you doing here?” she asked quickly.

The red head crossed her arms, smirking. “Don’t give me that bullshit. I came over last night and you weren’t here. You’re lucky I covered for you.”

Marinette gaped. “I-I…”

“Where did you go?”

She shifted uncomfortably in the covers. Tikki gave her a warning glance. Marinette knew she had to keep this a secret from Alya. Nothing good would come of telling Alya that she was sneaking out to meet with a vampire that she just so happened to be falling in love with. Yeah. That sounded reasonable, she mused to herself.

Alya cocked a brow. “Uh oh, what’s that smile?”

“Nothing. I just went out flying. I needed time to think and clear my head.”

Alya didn’t seem to be buying her excuse. But instead of pressing her, she sighed. “C’mon, M. You’d tell me if you were sneaking out to meet up with a guy, right?”

No, she thought. Alya was nosey. She wouldn’t keep her mouth shut. If Alya knew she liked a guy, she’d demand to know everything about him. Even if Marinette left out the tiny detail of him being a vampire, her best friend would still find out somehow. The feelings she possessed right now were best left unsaid.

Marinette knew Alya just wanted what was best for her. Alya had Nino. And they were cute together. Madly in love, even. She knew that Alya wanted that for her too. To have that love with someone like she did. And Marinette was finding it on her own. Without help. Sure, maybe he wasn’t a warlock, but it didn’t mean that she couldn’t love him. Adrien wasn’t vicious or vindictive. Hell, when he had tried to act cocky and dickish when they first met, he was hardly convincing. He broke that character as soon as she met his gaze.

Adrien was warm… and loving. He just had so much affection to give. She didn’t know if vampires grew up in a loving household, or if it was just Adrien’s homelife that was rough and different. He had mentioned his father keeping him coped up at home. That must have not been normal.

Marinette jerked herself from her thoughts when she noticed Alya gazing expectantly at her.

“Of course, I would,” she lied smoothly.

Alya cocked a brow at her. “Are you sure?” Her eyes lit up suddenly. “Omigod! Was it Luka?”

“No!” Marinette said immediately, making Alya’s jaw snap shut.

Luka was a warlock in their coven. He was the elder brother of one of the girls in their training group, Juleka. Marinette admitted to having a small crush on him a few months ago. He was a sweet guy. They’d gone out to some of the festivals together a few times, but Marinette never felt that connection she wanted.

Hell, she even had trouble being around the guy now. Ever since she’d rejected him after he tried to kiss her, she had a hard time facing him. Marinette just had a feeling that Luka wasn’t supposed to be her first kiss. An instinct, maybe? She wasn’t sure. But she didn’t regret it now.

Marinette was confident her first kiss would be with Adrien at that point.

Alya cocked to the side, her hands going to her hips. “What’s so wrong with him? Didn’t you like him?”

“We just weren’t compatible, okay?”

“But he liked you!”

“Yes. He did.”

“He tried to kiss you!”

“Yes. I know, Alya. And I slapped my hand over his mouth and pushed him away. I’m sure that made him feel great!”

“You should give him another chance.”

“Alya, stop!”

Her mouth snapped shut. Alya’s eyes were wide as the two sat in a harsh silence. Marinette glowered at her from her bed. Again, she knew Alya meant well, but her methods were flawed. Marinette hated the pressure. They were eighteen. It was the prime time for witches to find their soulmates. Each witch had one. That one person they were destined to find and be with. It was hard dating within the coven. Everyone knew everyone’s business. It was rare that witches went through multiple relationships.

The fact that she and Luka dated a little and didn’t end up together was odd for their kind. But it didn’t feel right. Plus, Marinette’s destiny was always slapping her in the face. She didn’t really want to drag another into her fate.

With Adrien, it was different. He was a vampire. He wasn’t involved in the coven’s woes and prophecies. She knew she’d have to tell him eventually. But she wanted to wait a bit longer. She wanted them to get closer and act on her feelings before telling him the truth.

Before he had a chance to reject her…

Alya sighed. “Fine. But if you end up an old hag, then don’t blame me.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

When she told Adrien about the dating traditions of witches, she may have left out a minor detail. While vampires may be given off to an arranged marriage, witches begin to rapidly age when they turn thirty if they haven’t met their soulmate. And… they’d also live the lifespan of an average human rather than the normal life expectancy of witches. Every magical being had their catch. Nothing could have the chance to be almost immortal without having a consequence.

Alya climbed up the ladder, sitting at Marinette’s feet. “I’m sorry. I know you have plenty of time to find your soulmate. I just can’t help but feel guilty.”

“Guilty?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I feel like I’m practically shoving it in your face all of the time that I found my soulmate at fourteen. It’s why I haven’t been hanging out with Nino as much with you around.”

Marinette gave Alya a small smile. “Al, don’t feel bad for that. I’m happy for you, truly.”

“You mean it?”

Reaching over, she took Alya’s hand. “Yes. Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind seeing you happy, Alya. And I’ll find someone. It’s okay.”

Her best friend beamed. “Yes! Yes, you will, Marinette!”

“But,” Marinette cut in. “Remember, I have other things to worry about right now? So, I’ll have time to date when all of that’s over.”

Alya waved a hand. “Fulfilling prophecies, blah blah. Whatever. You’ll do it.”

“Thanks for your confidence in me,” Marinette said with a snort.

“You will, Marinette,” Tikki piped in. Her familiar fluttered to her shoulder. “You can defeat Gabriel Agreste just like the prophecy says.”

“I hope so, Tikki.”

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When Marinette finally got Alya off her tail, she headed downstairs to find her parents making breakfast for her. She didn’t know how she’d function with so little sleep. She had slept next to Adrien for what? Maybe four hours? The rest of the day of definitely going to suck.

Sabine smiled when she noticed the two girls ascending down the steps. She placed a plate of pancakes on the island smiling at them as they approached. “Morning, girls!” she chimed.

Marinette took a seat as her mother brought over two plates. “Morning…” she muttered. She was far too tired to continue making conversation. Alya literally exhausted her with the hounding of questions when she first arrived.

She placed three pancakes on her plate at a turtle pace. Marinette didn't want to admit she was exhausted. Maybe, she was coming down from an adrenaline rush after the panicked events of the morning. The witch drizzled her syrup, watching it drip down the stack. Alya watched her, seemingly amused.

When Alya grabbed a few pancakes of her own, Sabine returned with glasses of milk and a plate of toast. "Eat up girls! You always need to be at full strength. You never know when all of your training will come in handy," her mother said with a waggle of her fingers.

Alya nodded. "No kidding… I heard another coven was attacked last night. The vampires were forced to retreat because of the sunrise, but I heard it was pretty brutal."

Sabine hummed sadly in response as she made her own plate of pancakes.

Marinette's fork paused in front of her mouth. Her ears perked at the conversation. That was probably Adrien's clan… She assumed he was a member of the Agreste clan somehow. Or at least associated.

"Those wretched vampires are so disgustingly evil that it makes me sick…" Alya grumbled, stabbing her fork into her stack.

"Are you sure that all vampires are evil?" Marinette asked. She immediately regretted opening her mouth. Her mother and Alya both shared astonished and confused stares while Tikki glowered at her. Frantically backtracking, Marinette dropped her fork to wave her hands. "I-I just mean that… Has anyone truly researched into vampires? Learned more about them?"

Alya scoffed. "As if! If any of us were to come in contact with a vampire, our blood would be drained from our bodies in an instant! I don't think they tend to do q&as or make friendly conversation."

One does, she thought curtly to herself. There was no way she could ever reveal Adrien to them. They'd attack him on the spot.

Sabine nodded. "Yes, Marinette. Vampires are evil and unsafe. I hope you weren't thinking about doing something crazy."

Marinette shrugged. "I was just curious. My destiny is to defeat them, right? The more info the better."

Alya cocked a brow at her. "I think you're still half asleep."

A good excuse… She nodded in response, letting out an over exaggerated yawn. Marinette stretched, popping her bones as she did so. "Yeah, maybe you're right. I'm probably not thinking clearly."

Marinette evaded the rest of the conversation by stuffing her face with pancakes. She gave Tikki a nervous smile, who simply squinted at her in response. Her little arms were crossed stubbornly. Marinette knew she was in for a tongue lashing later.

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“Do you believe in prophecies?” Marinette asked Adrien the following evening as they laid together on her blanket.

Adrien turned his head to furrow his brows at her. “I’ve never really heard of any. Why? Is that something you guys do?”

“We have an oracle who made predictions. Every witch in the coven has their own prophecy and destiny that they’re supposed to fulfill.”

He seemed surprised by that. His eyes widened and brows rocketed beneath his bangs. “Wow, really?” Adrien turned his head, searching the sky as he hummed in thought. “No, I’ve never really believed in destiny.”

Marinette took his hand in hers. “I do. Definitely. It gives me hope that someday you and I could be friends like this every day. Without the fear of being shamed or killed.”

A silence passed between them. Adrien seemed to soak in her words as the stars twinkled above them. His fingers tightened their grip around hers.

Turning to face her once more, he smiled. “Is there a prophecy like that? Is that why you’re asking?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Someone is supposed to single handedly end this war between witches and vampires.”

Adrien gaped. “Wow. That witch must be really powerful.”

Swallowing, she agreed. “Y-Yeah. She is.”

“Oh! It’s a girl? Do you know her?”

Marinette was at a loss. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him that she was the one who was going to end this war. But for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She couldn’t bring herself to say “I’m supposed to kill Gabriel Agreste.” It was on the tip of her tongue. But the words wouldn’t come out.

What was holding her back? Why couldn’t she just say it? Why couldn’t she get it out in the open between them?

Sighing, she finally answered. “Y-Yeah. I know her,” her words were meek and timid. She worried he may catch on. Adrien was a little naive, she had to admit. But he wasn’t stupid. He could notice her acting strangely.

“Wow. Honestly… I can’t wait for that day.”

Her eyes widened, she turned her head quickly to look at him. “Really?”

“Yeah. I want to be with you any time of the day. Whenever I want. Without having to hide in the forest,” his hand squeezed hers. “That’ll be amazing.”

“W-Well, I hope she can pull it off.”

He grinned, fangs gleaming in the starlight. “Me too.”

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The Handmaid's Tale - ‘Under His Eye’ Review

Sorry I'm late. I kept putting off writing about this episode. Never a good sign.

Maybe it was because the episode began and ended with the increasing number of gutwrenching hangings – five just this week, according to June. They're like the Fenway Park scene at the beginning of season two but worse, because they're real. That red rope looked obscene somehow, with a slight touch of the ridiculous. It looked at first as if the handmaids were playing tug of war. I'm sure that was intentional. Not sure why.

June's pious walking partner, Ofmatthew, is having a difficult pregnancy this time; June showed her some sympathy early on when Ofmatthew felt sick at the hanging. Not so much at the end of the episode when June discovered that Ofmatthew is Aunt Lydia's spy, watching over June and "protecting her from herself." I wish I could say I was surprised.

Why was June so careless in Loaves and Fishes when she contacted the MacKenzie's unfortunate Martha, who was hung before she even got a character name of her own? (Her terrified face at the gallows made me cry.) And yes, I'm a mom, I get June's desperation, but talking Eleanor Lawrence into going for a casual walk to Hannah's school was monumentally stupid and reckless.

Because even seeing Hannah, much less grabbing her somehow, was impossible. High walls with barbed wire, watch towers, guardians with machine guns, and how come those guardians didn't see June scouting the perimeter? Her red cloak is highly visible on purpose – as she has said, like blood on snow. And of course, now that Ofmatthew has tattled to Aunt Lydia, the MacKenzies took Hannah out of that school and left Boston entirely. Hannah is now lost to June, possibly forever.

Eleanor Lawrence is clearly an ally and she did her best, but she's bipolar and has no filter and the way she was carrying on because she couldn't have a tour of the school only brought more attention on herself and June. Endangering Eleanor is certainly not going to make Commander Lawrence happy, since he adores her and is very protective of her. I'm surprised Lawrence didn't blow his stack at June, or worse. June could lose her cushy non-rape set-up at the Lawrences so easily, and wind up at the end of a rope herself.

Losing it with Ofmatthew, screaming "You fucking bitch!" wasn't wise or careful of June, either. June has plot armor. Let's face it, any handmaid that did what June got away with in this episode would be in the Colonies, or worse.

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Am I supposed to care about Serena's marriage? I so do not. Unless the ups and downs of the Waterfords will eventually lead to them to the Resistance, but is that even a possibility any more? I thought that was where Serena was going, but not if she's dancing romantically with the husband who freaking had her freaking finger cut freaking off.

Seriously, though, maybe I'm just thinking about Footloose, but why would Gilead allow dancing at all, much less something as sexy and suggestive as a tango? I was even under the impression that Fred and Serena couldn't have sex because they couldn't procreate. The Wives at the dance were joking about guardians as sex objects, or was it the waiters? I'm confused, and if I'm confused, the writers didn't do their jobs very well.

Olivia Winslow showed Serena an available home as yet "unrestored," meaning there was still stuff left from the family that used to live there. Shoes and coats by the door, photos of a mom and dad and their three kids, how could anyone look at that house and not feel for that family? I think Serena felt something. Olivia, not so much.

Meanwhile in Canada

The continuing story in Canada usually makes me feel a little better, gives me a little hope. Not this time.

Emily was interviewed by the Swiss mediator Lena about the incredibly violent things she did while she was a freaking slave and being held captive and raped against her will and nearly worked into a grave at a death camp, and can you tell this made me angry? Does the world really not know what is going on in Gilead? Sylvia's face was shocked and angry and fortunately, supportive.

And I loved Emily and Moira doing some serious bonding at the café. They may not know the same lesbian hangouts in Boston, but they certainly have PTSD and the worst of handmaid experiences in common. I liked how they tied the hangings and June to Emily and Moira and their murders, the Wife in the Colonies, the Commander at Jezebels. All of these women have been forced to kill. Look what they've turned us into.

But the thing is, the second time I watched this episode, all I could think of was where it had to be going. Emily went with Moira to protest the Minister of Border Security who wouldn't declare Gilead refugees safe from deportation. High Commander Winslow and Fred Waterford were talking about negotiating an extradition treaty with Canada not just for baby Nichole, but for "the others."

Emily and Moira are technically criminals, and omigod. They're going to be extradited back to Gilead, aren't they? I can't think of anything worse that could happen on this show, and the worst possible things happen on this show. Seriously, it might be too much for me. The Handmaid's Tale is hard enough to watch as it is.

Bits:

— I always enjoy the scenes in Loaves and Fishes. This time the announcement was that bee tokens can now be used for both bee pollen and honey. The handmaids were noticing the new mouth coverings, but apparently June hasn't shared what they're for.

— Was June actually hinting to Ofmatthew that she thought about abortion when she became pregnant with Nichole? That was another thing June did in this episode that made me crazy. Too reckless. What was she thinking?

— Naomi Putnam referred to June as a "ripe handmaid." Like a peach or an avocado. I remember Serena referring to them as apples, too.

— The Lawrences didn't have children of their own because of Eleanor's condition, because they were always "adjusting her dosage."

— What is the point of a school for girls if they can never read and write, anyway?

— Ofmatthew is played by Ashleigh LaThrop, who is also in The 100 this season. She must be doing a great job because I despise her and feel sorry for her at the same time.

— I want Emily and Syl and Oliver and Moira and Luke and Erin and Nichole to hightail it somewhere, right the heck now. Would they be safe in what's left of the United States, Alaska and Hawaii?

Quotes:

June: "Fruit cocktail? Really?" Alma: "I'm crappy at improv."

Serena: "Who lived here before?" Olivia: "I think they were Baptists."

June: "Where's the Commander?" Beth: "I don't know. In some commander place doing commander things?"

Eleanor: (to the baby) "We thought you were gonna die. But you didn't."

Moira: (to Emily) "How can we not have any gay in common? Jeez, I'm pretty sure that this is the first time this has ever happened in all of lesbian history."

Emily: "I killed a Wife. In the Colonies. I poisoned her. I'm not sorry." Moira: "I killed a Commander. I didn't have to, he was asleep, but I did it anyway." Emily: "Look what they've turned us into." Moira: "You killed anybody since you've been out?" Emily: "No. You?" Moira: "Nope. So I think we're good."

The images that stayed with me were that long, improbably red rope, and Serena and Fred improbably doing the tango. The common key word there is "improbable." Two out of four red ropes, perhaps? What did you guys think?

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