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deadsetobsessions · 2 months
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What Do You Have There?
A knife!
Danny plunked the butter knife in its pedestal of importance. The nice thing about having a billionaire vigilante for a... foster is the amount of money Danny was allowed to drop on his hobbies. For example, his extensive collection of souvenirs.
They're not just any old regular souvenirs. No, no, no. That would be so boring! No, these souvenirs, he obtained from the various muggings, knife fights, and various other situations he's been in ever since he was dropped ungraciously into Gotham.
The butter knife? Damian. Precocious, stabby Damian who he had startled into the stab instinct. A point of pride, really. Danny knew Damian was good at fighting! It was practically, in ghost terms, a super enthusiastic hello! Yes, the butter knife would be kept in the well lit part of the wall. Alfred had told him to stay home today to recuperate. He didn't need it, since the wound would heal in an hour or two, but he'd take staying at home any day.
A couple of hours later, well into the afternoon and right before what Danny knew to be their patrol hours, Danny had a visitor.
"Danny."
"Oh, hey, Damian! What's up?" Danny turned around to see Damian hovering awkwardly near the door.
"I am here to... check upon your wound. It is imperative that it gets proper treatment."
Ancients, Damian was exactly like those alley kids. He just ate a thesaurus instead of the drawling accent the alley kids picked up. Which meant Damian endeared himself to Danny pretty quickly. Like a little ghostling.
"Oh, I'm good. See? No blood is leaking out of the wound." Danny held up spotless bandages.
Danny watched Damian step into his haunt- his room- with a pleased hum. Damian inspected the bandages and stepped back with a sharp nod of approval. His eyes flicked to the wall that Danny was rearranging (again) and did a double take at the butter knife in the middle.
"Is that the butter knife I stabbed you with?"
"Why, yes, it is!" Danny beamed.
"Why on earth would you display that?"
"Because you stabbed me with it?"
"That makes absolutely no sense, you simpleton! When someone stabs you, stab them back!"
"That would be mean!"
Damian spluttered. Danny tugged the kid closer to the wall, cheering inwardly as Damian didn't shove him away. It might be because he was exaggeratedly wincing as he moved his "injured arm" but Danny has learned to take a win where he could find them, especially with ghosts. Not that Damian was a ghost, but he sure acted like one.
"Do you want to see my collection?"
"Your collection?"
"Yeah!" Without giving him time to answer, Danny barreled ahead. "So this is the knife you stabbed me with. Which, by the way, was an awesome show of strength and accuracy."
Damian grimaced. Danny continued blithely, secretly memorizing Damian's reactions to laugh at later.
"And this is the knife those guys stabbed me with that one time Cass found me. And this one is a bullet someone shot at me down by the docks. I think I interrupted some kind of meeting?"
Damian's jaw had a slight tick to it that would have been a baffled frown on anyone else.
"And when was this?"
"Oh, like a week ago."
"What? When did you go to the docks?!"
"At night. I couldn't sleep."
"And you went to the docks?! How did you even get there?!"
"Walked," Danny lied, like a lying liar. He floated, obviously, but none of them knew that. "Anyways, this is a law book! Someone threw it at my head!"
"Hey, guys! What're you doing?"
Danny and Damian turned around.
"Richard? Brown? What are you doing here?"
"Oh, Bruce wanted me to come back for the weekend," Dick said. Danny knew it was code for "something's going down and we need back up." Man, he still couldn't believe they didn't know he knew they were crime fighting vigilantes.
"Same!" Stephanie said. Danny was glad to see that her wounds from "cartwheeling in the manor" were healed.
"I see. Danny was showing me his collection of... objects people have used as weapons against him."
"What?!"
"Yeah!" Danny beamed, completely innocent. "Come on! I'll show you!"
With that, Danny continued to ramble. He just knew that the way Dick's and Stephanie's smiles strained would give him a good laugh for weeks to come. "And this is the glass bottle a drunk tried to shank me with in Crime Alley, and this is a knife the Red Hood himself threw at me."
Dick interrupted, face stiff. "Hood threw a knife at you?!"
"Yeah, but that was because my kids broke into his safe house and I was trying to get them to stop looting the place. And he didn't know I was a kid too, so he aimed a gun at my head. He shot at me too, but I couldn't go back to get the bullet, or else it would have joined my collection." Danny grabbed a box and shook it, metal rattling inside.
Dick smiled sweetly, Stephanie and Damian inching away from it.
"Oh, wow, I see!"
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In his apartment, Jason shuddered. He grabbed his guns.
"Something's wrong. I just know it," he muttered to himself.
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Danny smiled innocently as he described the horrific, near death events he got his souvenirs from.
"This is my bullet box! Man, Gotham has a lot of gun fights. I got shot so many times!" Danny complained, shaking the box like a rattling toy.
"Did you know Danny snuck out to go to the bay?" Damian snitched immediately, like a snitch.
"The Bay?! Danny! You know that's where people dump bodies, right?!" Stephanie poked him in the arm.
"Yeah, but like... I wouldn't die. And besides! I missed my friends!"
"You mean the minions you made in Crime Alley?" Steph asked. Danny pouted, eyeing the way Dick's gaze roved over his souvenirs and paling the more he realized how often Danny "got hurt."
Damian bumped a shoulder against Dick's arm. Danny returned to the conversation.
"If anything, I'm their minion." He said, remembering the times the Alley kids sent him on food runs.
"Fear Danny, the overlord of street rats."
Danny snorted. And- "Oh! Yeah, there was like a weird owl looking guy? And then they stabbed me with a finger and I kept it because woah, cool talon looking thing, right? And then they threw a bunch of those tiny knives at me? And then they just kind of vanished? Gotham is so weird."
And now, with all of them pale and stressed out of their minds, Danny swung a devastating blow called guilt trip.
"And that's the batarangs!" Three heads swung over to the line of batarangs. "Those vigilantes kept throwing them at me! One of them even hit me in the arm. Those things are sharp, man."
"Uh. Which ones?" Stephanie asked.
"Hm?" Danny hummed obliviously.
"Do you know which vigilantes?"
"Oh, it was like... the purple one. And the sword one? And like the one with the yellow insignia in the middle. And... all of them, I think? Except for signal. That guy's cool."
Stephanie and Damian had matching veiled looks of guilt. Dick shot them a sharp look. Danny decided to deal the last bit of damage to Dick.
"I'm glad you guys are way less stabby than the general Gotham public though, butter knife incident aside. At least I don't have to worry about you guys getting into danger, right? If you guys got hurt like my family did... I don't know..."
Danny smiled-squinted at them, channeling Cujo at his cutest and saddest: when he doesn't get to eat off of Danny's plate. So, pretty sad and pathetic.
"Uh, yeah." Dick said, guilt splayed all over his face. "Alfred said dinner was almost ready."
"Yes," Damian cleared his throat, looking away. "We shall partake in Pennyworth's hard work."
"Ahaha!" Stephanie laughed, nervously. "Welp, let's go bother Tim!"
Falling into step behind them, Danny grinned.
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minamorsart · 3 months
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Happy holidays to you 🎄🎁🌟❤️
*whispers* , who do you think deserves better
Lotor or Ben Solo/Kylo Ren
First of all: thank you so much! Happy Holidays to you, too!! I hope you are enjoying this holiday season with your loved ones 🎄🎀☃️💖
And second of all: NOOOO Anon how could you make me choose??! 😭😂😂
My gut reaction is to say both of them, but that's not really the answer we're looking for here, is it? Hehe. So I have tried to seriously consider this and provide a sincere answer to your question.
A quick heads up, I will be mentioning reylo and lotura here and there throughout this little essay!
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The most fun part about comparing Ben and Lotor I think comes from the fact that these two are suuuuper similar to one another. I covered this a tiny bit in this ask where I talk about how protective the two of them are, but to reiterate:
Both Lotor and Ben are from sci-fi/fantasy franchises that were released around the same time, both have troubled relationships with their fathers, both are great swordsmen and pilots and engineers, both murdered their fathers, have complicated childhoods, rarely show their true faces to others, killed their dads, fell in love with fierce and powerful women, kissed said fierce and powerful women before shortly dying afterwards, said bye-bye to papa by doin a lil stabby stab, became intergalatic leaders of the most powerful empires in the universe -- oh, and did I mention daddy issues? You tend to find that a lot with long-haired emo boys from fiction. It's just the way it is. And for these two in particular you can also sprinkle in a little "mommy issues" just for funsies.
But in all seriousness, Lotor and Ben share a LOT in common, which is pretty crazy! So who deserves better, really? In order to make a fair judgment my first thought was to take into account their crimes and if they were able to redeem themselves in the end. But this is also fiction. As soon as people slap the label "toxic" on a character or ship, I usually tend to tune them out. This is by no means a hot take, but fiction is a form of escapism. It is a way for people to experience a thing (e.g. horror, adventure, romance) without actually having to experience it. So if we have a couple of sad boys who murder and manipulate people but also want to find love, who's gonna stop us from rooting for them? Absolutely no one!
I digress, but my point is that I usually don't care which character did what and why they're a bad person for it. But even then were Ben and Lotor really all that bad? After all, we learned from "The Rise of Kylo Ren" comics that Ben was ultimately not the one responsible for destroying Luke's Jedi school, and in TROS we found out that he was being manipulated by Palpatine the entire time.
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For Lotor, we never really got a clear picture of what exactly he was doing with that Altean colony. To this day I still don't get it! In S6E6 he says, "Many Alteans perished in my quest to unlock the mysteries of quintessence." But then in S8E13 Allura says, "Lotor may have been misguided, but ultimately he wanted to preserve life." Like, what does any of that mean?? There are cracks in the armor, Anon! Cracks!!! Not to mention all of the theories with very convincing evidence that there were a ton of changes made to season 8, and unfortunately I don't think we're ever going to get a solid answer from the showrunners as to what was really supposed to happen.
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In the end, the complicated and morally gray choices that Lotor and Ben made throughout their lives are what make their characters so interesting! They did the wrong things for what they believed to be the right reasons. If they didn't come across as the mysterious and devious fellas as they did when we first saw them, we wouldn't be such big fans of them. We would've chosen someone else 😉
So any bad deeds aside, maybe we oughta take a step back and do one last comparison. Most notably, comparing how they died. Ben died saving the person he loved, while Lotor died fighting the person he loved. I would have to argue that Lotor's death was far more gruesome and superfluous than Ben's. Not only did he go mad from all of the raw quintessence coursing through his body, but we find out in season 8 that his body had remained in his ship for three whole years, decayed and melted (seriously whose idea was it to share that imagery? I'm scarred for life) and left to sit there by his own mother.
Ben's passing was also deeply upsetting. I cried in the theater. But you can't deny that it was a peaceful one. From the way his body faded into nothingness, leaving beind only his clothes, the audience is able to assume that he became a Force Ghost (or did he? 🤔). He was battered and beaten, but he brought the woman he loved back to life, and in giving his life to her and helping her defeat Palpatine, he redeemed himself. And not only did he redeem himself, but he was also able to reconcile with both of his parents.
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Lotor didn't get to do either of those things. He never got the chance. He was manipulated by both of his parents, and he never had the opportunity to redeem himself on his own terms. You know, for someone who directly influenced the entirety of season 8's plot, Lotor is hardly in it! I suppose he sort of redeemed himself, at least in Allura's eyes, but he was long gone by then. He wasn't around to see any of the stuff going on in season 8, stuff happening specifically FOR him because his mother wanted him back. In season 6 he went out like your average cartoon villain--dying because of his own hubris while the heroes looked on. In season 8 we only get: a flashback episode, him showing up in Allura's bedroom ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), and him copied and pasted into the background as a ghost in the finale, almost like something is amiss in this scene (cracks in the armor, Anon!!!). UGH. You hate to see it.
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But at the same time, I'm not too upset that Lotor died if I'm being completely honest with you. At least not anymore, anyway. Don't get me wrong, at the time I cried when his death was confirmed, and then I cried again when Allura died. But at least they get to be together in the afterlife. Ben had a lot going for him. He was only 30 years old when he died, and that's still very young. He could have had a long, happy life with Rey, and to truly redeem himself in the eyes of the resistance, could have devoted his time to restoring peace and order to the galaxy, as well as teach the new generation of Force-wielders alongside Rey.
Lotor, on the other hand, was 10,000 years old. The idea of having lived that long is not only unfathomable, but the fact that he probably spent most of that time being completely alone is just... really, really sad. If I were him I would have been ready to kick the bucket, too. I think the kindest thing to do for him at that point was to give him a peaceful, as well as justified, departure in the series finale. Allura had suffered as well. She had lost everything, just like him, so the two of them finding peace in the afterlife would be the most merciful conclusion, I believe.
Soooo I'm gonna cheat again with my answer 😂 Who deserves better? I would say BOTH of them deserve better, but in different ways. Ben Solo deserved to live, while Lotor deserved a better death.
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Thank you so much for this question, Anon! I really had to think a lot about this one, and even though in the end I couldn't actually choose between the two, I still enjoyed coming up with this long-winded answer haha! If you have any further insights you would like to add, or if you even disagree with any of the things I've said, please don't hesitate to say so! I am always happy to discuss anything Ben or Lotor-related 😁 My love for these boys knows no bounds 💖
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izzysillyhandsy · 5 months
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Rewatching S1 episode 6 - the stabby one
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So - if we see Stede stabbing Ed as a (sexual) metaphor that brought them closer together - and of course they became a couple later in the season...
Then Izzy stabbing Stede and breaking off his dagger is a metaphor for Izzy rendering himself inoperable - and he does, when he finally opens up and gets closer to Stede in S2.
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From Ep5 on, Izzy and Stede get friendly really quickly and by Ep7 it seems they actually talk more openly with each other than each of them manages to do with Ed.
And then Izzy dies - because of Stede's plan and specifically Stede's idea of taking Prince Ricky hostage.
I'm not saying it's Stede's fault of course, but he did put Izzy in that position (presumably - we don't hear the plan, we just hear the end of it: "So, that is the plan. We all live to fight another day!" 🤨 Stede is talking, everyone else is listening. Nobody thought of removing Ricky's gun).
Of course there are some problems with this analogy (Izzy wanted to kill Stede much more than he wanted to "stab" him in S1), also the jury is still out on Izzy/Stede in S2, but I think it's a nice symmetry anyway if you don't take it too seriously ;).
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shadowwinters · 2 years
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Hello ! Could you write some tooth rotting fluff with the slashers and their s/o comforting them? I don't know in which circumstancies, I just want to bear hug them and protect them from the world, our precious babies 🥺💕
(Hope the sentences are correct I'm not a native english speaker
Sending you lot of love!
Hi anon, thank you so much for sending your request! I wasn’t sure if you wanted all the slashers or just a few but here are a handful of the slashers receiving love from their s/o :) if you did not see the slasher you wanted please feel free to ask for a specific person / people! <3
Warnings: fluff, mentions of death (idk what you were expecting this is a slasher post) 
Micheal Myers: 
Okay so the stabby man was just not having a very good night.
Firstly one of the victims attempted to fight back using a knife and was able to get a couple of good blows towards Micheal which just made him mad. 
Micheal quickly finished off the victim but he still had some stab wounds he needed to take care of. 
Once he got home, Micheal noticed you right off the bat who looked over at him worriedly.
You, Micheal’s sweet s/o, fretting over the giant boogie man like this was the first time he has ever gotten hurt ( which we all know is not the case). 
Micheal felt at ease in your presence, his anger slowly going away while you gently took him towards the bathroom in the old Myers’ home. 
  You furrowed your brows in concentration attending to Micheal’s wounds while he sat awkwardly on the edge of the tub. 
Once you were done attending to his wounds you both decided to call in for the night and go to bed.
When you both were in bed, Micheal slowly wrapped his arm around you protectively while you carefully and gently wrapped your arms around his body. 
For the first time in a long time Micheal slept really well that night while being held in your arms. Just dont bring it up the next morning, he will have short term amnesia ;)
Jason Voorhees 
Poor Jason was having a rough day.
All he wanted to do was pick flowers for his s/o and go back to the cabin and receive cuddles from you.
However this was not working out in his favor, since that morning there was a major frost and all the flowers were starting to die. 
None of the flowers that Jason found were suitable for his s/o.
Sighing in defeat he made his way back to the small cabin that he called him with you.
You were in the kitchen baking Jason’s favorite treat, just as you were about to put it in the oven you heard the door open and close. 
“Welcome home Jay”, you greeted with a smile which soon turned into a frown when you saw your hunk of a man looking down in defeat.
“Hey…what's wrong?”
It was a simple question but that is all it took for Jason to almost have a breakdown right then and there. 
You were just so perfect and kind towards him and he felt like he had failed you. 
You noticed the sudden shift in Jason’s stature and quickly guided him to the couch in the main area of the house. 
Once you got him settled in on the couch he quickly held onto your frame in desperation. 
When this happened you quickly wrapped your arms around his large frame and patted/rubbed his back.
You slowly laid down on the couch and invited him to lay on top of you, which made Jason a little nervous due to the fact that he is such a large man. 
You reassured him that you would be fine and just wanted to hold him. 
With enough reassurance Jason slowly laid on top of you while putting some of his weight on the back of the couch. 
You both stayed there until your dessert almost burnt the cabin down. 
Thomas Hewitt
This day was a small disaster.
Hoyt was going on a tyrant around the house taking out all his frustrations on poor Thomas who just takes all of Hoyt’s cruel words and abuse. 
You heard the yelling and screaming coming from inside the house while you were outside hanging up laundry (like the good s/o that you are).
Once Hoyt calmed down a little and went off for a drive, you quickly went to Tommy’s aid.
Thomas was downstairs in the basement chopping meat trying to blow off some steam, he didn’t even hear you walking downstairs calling out for him until you used a sweet pet name. 
“Thomas….Thomas….my Love? Are you okay?”
That pet name quickly got his attention and he turned around and placed the butcher knife down on the table and went over to you.
That sweet man looked over at you with concern, he wasn’t even thinking about himself at that moment he just wanted to make sure you were okay. 
You quickly wrapped your arms around him as best as you could while taking in his scent. 
“Thomas…honey why don’t we go upstairs and I’ll run you a bath and give you a massage. How does that sound?” you looked up at him with a sweet smile.
He just couldn't resist you and your kind offer so he quickly closed up shop for the day and went towards the upstairs bathroom with you. 
You quickly ran him a bath and filled the tub with soap bubbles with his favorite scented shampoo and conditioner. ( He has wavy texture pattern in his hair and you cannot tell me differently, he needs proper hair care)
Thomas got into the tub with you while you washed his hair and massaged his back and shoulders. 
Once you were done with your bath you grabbed some fluffy robes and gave one to Thomas and retreated back to your shared bedroom for the evening. 
Once in bed you gently stroked Tommy’s hair and cuddled him for the evening. 
Bubba Sawyer 
As chaotic as the Sawyer’s house could be, today was an extreme case.
Poor Bubba was overwhelmed by his brothers that he wasn't even able to see you yet that day. 
 You could tell that Bubba was having a rough day so you took it upon yourself to pick some flowers for the big softie.
Once you had some free time you went out in the fields after supper and made a couple of flower crowns. 
When you were done you ran to bubba who was petting his pet chicken while looking a little sad.
Once Bubba saw you though his face  automatically brightened up.
You smiled at him and said, “here, this is for you bubs” 
He giggled at the little pet name and waited for you to put the crown on top of his head .
Once you did this you gave this man a giant bear hug and held onto him tightly. 
Norman Bates:
Today was just not a good day at the Bates Motel.
Firstly there were a whole bunch of cancellations which meant that there wouldn’t be any people at the motel for a couple of days which meant loss of business.
 Secondly someone who was at the motel the other night completely trashed the room they were staying in so that meant even more work for this poor stressed out man.
Thankfully momma Bates took care of the man who destroyed the room :)
You were helping Norman out as best as you could with everything going on 
You decided to head back to the house to make some food for the both of you while Norman was finishing up cleaning the motel. 
Once you had returned with some sandwiches and cut up fruit Norman still looked really stressed.
You decided that the man could probably use some time to relax so being the kind and caring s/o that you are you gave this man a comforting hug. 
You both stood there in a comfortable silence not needing words to be able to understand each other in that moment. 
I hope you enjoyed this read, again if you did not see the slashers you wanted you are more than welcome to request for specifically who you want! Enjoy!
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writingwhimsey · 2 months
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Heyyyy!!
Congratulations for the followers milestone!!
If the asks are still open, can I ask for a 'cuddles during a rainy day' trope with Kenshin? (Its not in your list but I thought it'd be cute♥) A fluff or comfort fic would be nice but you can make it you want. Thanks in advance!
Thank you for the request and I am sorry for taking so long to get to this. I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoy it!
Lazy Day
Kenshin sat in a council meeting, a rather disgruntled expression on his face. Sasuke and the warlords of Kasugayama Castle had noticed that he had been even more stabby than usual… a term Sasuke had used to point out his lord’s foul mood.
After the council had finished, most of the men cleared out. Shingen, Sasuke, Yukimura, Yoshimoto, and Kanetsugu remained. “What is it?” Kenshin asked, glaring at all of them. “Are you all finally wanting a good battle?”
“No, no. Don’t even think of reaching for that blade.” Shingen replied.
“Though it is a beautiful blade.” Yoshimoto remarked. “It really is a work of art.”
“We’ve noticed that you…well you haven’t been very happy here recently, Lord Kenshin.” Sasuke pointed out.
“You’ve been lashing out more than usual.” Yukimura agreed.
“Is there perhaps something going on with you and our lovely goddess?” Shingen asked.
Kenshin glared. “MY goddess.” He corrected. 
Shingen just smiled unaffected. “So it is something to do with her.”
“You know, I thought your foul moods would ease up once you two got together.” Yukimura quipped.
“There has been a significant decrease in KU’s since they got together.” Sasuke stated. “Though they have started to increase once again, which makes me believe that there is something up.”
“It’s nothing.” Kenshin said.
“There is something troubling the princess?” Yoshimoto asked, eyeing Kenshin. For someone who could seem so lackadaisical, Yoshimoto could be quite observant.
Kenshin sighed. “I can’t fight the sky.”
All of the men looked at him, dumbfounded for a moment. Shingen was then fighting off a chuckle as he looked at Kenshin. He however couldn’t keep the amused smile from his face. “Are you saying the princess has been feeling down because of the rain we’ve been having?”
“Yes, dammit and I can’t make it stop raining.” Kenshin replied. “She’s been wanting to go out for several days now, but the rain prevents it. If I could fight the heavens to make her happy, I would.”
“Wow…I can’t believe you got that out of him or even understood what he meant in the first place.” Yukimura said, looking at Shingen.
“You are a useful Kenshin translator.” Sasuke agreed.
“If anyone could make the heavens bend to their will it would be you, Lord Kenshin.” Kanetsugu spoke up.
“Don’t give him any ideas.” Sasuke said, just imagining having to pull Kenshin back from trying to stab a cloud or fight a lightning bolt.
“I think the solution is simple.” Shingen said. “You can’t go out, so just make some time for the two of you to spend together inside.”
“You know, in our original time,” Sasuke spoke up, “rainy days are perfect for doing nothing.”
“Your suggestion makes no sense, Sasuke,” Kenshin replied, pulling out his sword and holding it to his ninja’s throat.
Sasuke sighed. “That’s the third KU of the day.” He muttered before meeting his lord’s gaze. “What I am trying to say is, in our time, people will spend a lazy day together when it rains. Don’t get out of your night clothes. Maybe read…couples might…cuddle.”
“A lazy day?” Kenshin asked.
“Yes, a lazy day.” Sasuke replied.
Kenshin seemed to debate for a moment, enjoying the idea of spending the day with his love…he especially liked the idea of cuddling her all day. He sheathed his sword. “Alright, we’ll try this plan of yours.”
“I will take care of everything so you don’t have to worry about anything other than spending time with the princess.” Kanetsugu told his lord.
“Good.” Kenshin replied, his mood already seemingly improved.
The next day…
The Oda Princess groaned as wakefulness came to her and she could hear the sound of rain pattering outside once again. “Ugh…”
Kenshin’s warm lips brushed against her forehead. “What’s the matter?” He asked.
“It’s raining again.” She answered him, frowning slightly as she opened her eyes to see his handsome face.
Kenshin lifted his hand to caress her cheek gently. “I wish I could make the rain stop…”
“But you can’t so don’t try and fight the sky.” She said, a smile coming to her face at the thought.
Kenshin chuckled. “Alright…but my schedule is clear for the day. Sasuke suggested we could spend a lazy day together since it is raining.”
“A lazy day?”  She mused. “That does sound nice.”
Kenshin smiled as he pulled her closer and kissed her gently on the lips. “I hope you’re prepared to not leave my arms today.”
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Sasuke mentioned that in your time, couples will use a rainy day as an excuse to cuddle all day.” Kenshin answered. 
The princess smiled. “That does sound nice.”
The maids were coming in to bring them breakfast then. The princess’s cheeks reddened at being seen by the maids cuddling Kenshin, but Kenshin felt no such shame. In fact his embrace only tightened, The maids bowed, smiles on their faces as they left.
“We should eat the food while it’s hot.” Kenshin said. “I had the cooks prepare all of your favorites.”
The princess smiled. “Thank you, Kenshin.”
The pair were crawling out of bed and going to sit down in front of their trays. When his lover went to sit beside him, Kenshin pulled her into his lap. “I told you, you are staying in my arms all day.”
She smiled, her cheeks reddening, but she was happy none the less. “Well…I do like the sound of that.”
The lovers ate their breakfast together, feeding each other and sharing kisses and the warm embrace. Afterwards they moved to the covered porch off of their room, Kenshin bringing a blanket and wrapping them up together.
The princess snuggled up with Kenshin as they sat watching the rain. “Hmm, this is the perfect way to  spend the day.” She said. “I wish we could spend every rainy day like this.”
Kenshin kissed her cheek. “Whatever it takes to make you happy.” He said. “And keeping you in the cage of my arms is the perfect way to spend any day to me.”
She nuzzled into his chest. “I love you, Kenshin.”
“I love you, too.” Kenshin replied, pulling her close to share a deep kiss, pouring all of his love for her into the kiss. It was a simple and lazy day spent together, but it was the perfect way to spend it. Kenshin couldn’t imagine being happier. Never had he imagined that he would find doing nothing all day could be so fulfilling.
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sharkhead43 · 11 months
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DID ANYONE ASK FOR A PART 2???? no.
AM I STILL GONNA DO IT??? HEWL YEAH!
PART 2 OF REDACTED AUDIO X LISTENER COOKING HEADCANNONS
Enjoy.
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Avior and Starlight
- Starlight could cook like really well before the whole hell thing.
- But they took like a month to relearn it because their muscle memory had faded.
- Avior occasionally helps do the actual cooking, but mostly is a prep guy.
- He also gets measuring stuff for Starlight when they need it
Caelum and Freelancer (NOT SHIPPING!!)
- Kinda the same as Avior/Starlight
- But they switch roles from time to time
- Sometimes Caelum tries his absolute hardest to actually cook
- While Freelancer just stands on the side helping when necessary or Caelum asks for it
- And sometimes Caelum is the keeper of ingredients and measuring stuff
- (He floats all of it at the same time)
- One time he tried to telekinetically juggle all the stuff
- Lots of cuddles and hugs to make up for it
- Gavin is the taste testing princess
Aaron and Smartass
- Aaron knows the basics and can put together a nice meal
- He is a pretty stable chef
- But SMARTASS?????
- They have exactly TWO cooking modes
- Gourmet French fanciness with edible gold leaf
- Or Kraft mac n’ cheese
- Aaron first discovered this when he got sick
- Smartass made him a fancy shmancy soup and after he got better made him a fancy shmancy dessert as a sort of prize
- But then
- Smartass got sick
- Aaron almost died from powdered cheese consumption that week.
Ollie and Baby
- Both can cook
- Ollie is more of a sweet stuff guy
- So he usually handles breakfast and dessert
- And Baby is better with savory stuff
- So they usually make lunch and dinner
- One time they tried to make sushi
- And it was the best thing either of them had ever eaten.
- They now have sushi night
- Ollie occasionally has his stabby stab privileges revoked because he will almost stabby stab himself
- Because he is staring at Baby
Elliot and Sunshine
- “Breakfast for dinner” kinda couple
- Eternally battling the pancake vs waffle argument
- I feel like they eat a lot of PB&J (my apologies if u have a peanut allergy)
- Neither of them used a grill for like 3 years after they began to regularly cook meals
- Because they were both deathly afraid
- Elliot tried to learn how in a dreamscape
- But he didn’t make it hot cuz he was afraid of burning himself
- So when he tried the real thing he got a really bad burn
I don’t think im gonna do Lasko and his partner until we have more videos just so I can get a better grasp on their dynamic
Same with Morgan
But lemme know if y’all want Part 3
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Hmm... 29 x Reader with Warp Darkmatter? If you don't write him, then 25 x Reader with Hades!
"Don't bleed on my carpet"
I can just picture him saying this while shooing minions out the door XD Sorry I don't write for Warp, can't nail down his character and haven't watched blosc (at least the parts without NOS4A2) or the movie in donkeys years. Hades I can do tho!
Hades x Reader
Well SOMEONE is reaping the consequences of this dumbass decision.
You're an indentured servant, like Meg, but you actually like it here most of the time so your sass meter is way lower. Usually.
You stand - albeit not steadily - in the rec room Hades keeps for his staff in one wing of the palace as one leg steadily drips blood all over the Fates' latest knitting project (it's twenty feet long and made of human hair. They were bored)
You can hear Hades literally roasting the imps upstairs for failing their mission. He's going to be in foul mood if you're not in there soon to report success on yours, but you really can't fathom the stairs to get there right now and wow, ok , has it always been this cold in the underworld? Your shawl isn't doing much-
Hades teleports innto the rec with his back to you and a bottle of fabric cleaner clenched in one hand. Oooh his flame is still orange. Shit. You wince as the wound on your leg gushes a little and the blood stars pooling onto the floor under the human-hair-rug-monstrosity.
"Oy, babe, mind telling me why the Fates tossed this at me and said you wouldn't be coming upstairs to our little debriefing?" Yep. He's still mad. "I mean, geez it's not like it's your first day on the job y'kn-" he turned around just as you managed to plant a bloody footprint to the side and, huh, you've never seen his flame do That before, funky.
"Hi." you weakly wave. "Uh, mission was a success I guess? Didn't know political parties could get so stabby." Silence. His eyes are glued to the pool of blood under your feet. You chuckle and weakly snap a couple of finger guns at your horrified employer/boyfriend. "Guess they really wanted to make a point, eh?"
You don't get much further before your knees buckle and Hades rushes forward in a blur of smoke and panicked embers.
Your memories become foggy after that, but you do remember Pain getting beaned in the head by the fabric cleaner bottle as Hades roars at them for...something.
You come to clean, bandaged and burrito'd in Hades himation. An excellent outcome, all things considered. The cloak absoluelty dwarfs you, but it's warm and soft and...still wrapped around the god himself. You're in his lap.
You snuggle down harder. Hades sighs and pushes his eternal paperwork away to glance down at you.
"No more almost-dying on duty, ok? Geez."
You would respond, but a wonderful side effect of Hades' smoke is that he can form as many hands as he likes with it and there's at least three petting you right now. You yawn instead.
If almost-dying gets you this, you might get stabbed more often. As a treat.
One of the smoke hands flicks you in the forehead. You...you said that last part out loud didn't you.
"NO. Just, just ask or something for crying out loud! By ME, dating a freaking masoschist here..."
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nag-mamahal · 9 months
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ARCHIVIST
...But no-one escapes at the end.
[WITH EFFORT, THE ARCHIVIST STABS DEEPLY]
[EXTENDED SOUNDS OF CHOKING & GURGLING DEATH RATTLE]
[BODY SLUMPS HEAVILY]
JONAH/ELIAS
(Wetly) Good… luck.
is there not an inherent sense of tragic romanticism in the act of stabbing? <3
Yesterday I found this cool painting called "The Fall" by Alan Stephens Foster:
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I wanted to make a study of it, but bc of jonelias brainrot I decided to focus on the couple at the bottom of the painting. I used them as inspiration for this drawing, which depicts the final stabby confrontation between Jon and Elias. The actual scene likely involved less flair and movement, but it's always fun to draw things more dramatically hshs. I was also inspired by the Hannibal finale where Will throws himself and Hannibal off a cliff bc I am obsessed with jonelias/hannigram parallels :D)
I'm thinking of making a follow-up drawing of Jon's death by Martin but this literally took me 9 hours to make so I might also take a break lmao
Anw if you've read this far, thank you for bearing my rambling! Let's be friends if you like 👉👈 (scream at me my ask box is always open!)
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andywinter16 · 1 year
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FFXV and Assassin´s Creed AU
This AU is for @versusthirteen. Don´t worry, I will write the bickering fic just need some time (lot of time, because the other asks that I need to post first). But instead have some of my quick headcanons when the two worlds collide :) (I have some more, If you wanted?)
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Due to Isu and Astrals shenaningas Noctis with boys ended in other dimension. With their luck, in middle of assault on the assassins. Noctis uses his powers which reacts even more violently in this world. “ Who the hell are you, dudes?” said man with white hood, while covering. “Well, I am -” Gladio turns his head “ Less talking Noct, more fighting.” Desmond and others took boys with them to their hideout, even if Lucy and Shaun were mistrusting at first. 
- there is so many questions about their origin and powers, it was intimidating 
- Noct showed them his arminger “ That is remarkable! Becca, do you think we could replicate something like that?” “ Shaun, I am tech not a damn magician.” “ But with the right equiptment and Isu artefact, it could be possible, no?” Lucy said thoughtfully.
- Ignis ultimately wins them with his cooking. “ Pardon me, but you can´t seriously eat fast food all the time, right?” Becca repairing computer answered. “ Not all the time, we also have some energy bars.” Needless to say, Ignis was horrified. He prepared for all of them 5 course meal. “Ignis, you are the best cook ever, aren´t you in need for a wife?” “ Or husband, If you swing that way.”
-  Ignis and Shaun bicker with each other like a married couple. They even had a three hour debate about “Why is tea better than your stinky muddy coffee, Scientia.” “ I would rather drink mine than your tasteless dry leafes with hot water, Hastings.” IT.WAS.SCARY.
- Desmond thinks of Noctis and Prompto as younger brothers that he never had, of course they are his partners in crime (Wish he could intruduce them to Clay, who would also loved them)
- Lucy shares with them the three tenets of assassins:  Stay one's blade from the flesh of the innocent; draw not attention to oneself whenever possible; and never compromise the brotherhood. “In other words” Des joined in the conversation,” don´t stabby stab wrong people, be good at hide and seek and bros before corruption.”
- “ Hey, Becca, Des wanna hear a joke?” “ Sure, sunshine.”  “ Hit us with it, Prompt.”  “ Okie dokie, do you know without what you can´t spell assassin? “ Lucy, Shaun, Ignis and Gladio side-eyeing him. “Without what Prompt?” inquired Noct. “ Obviously, without ass, sass and sin.” “ And I have all of it!” exclaimed Des. “ Desmond, bloody hell!”
- Rebecca shows boys her “Baby”, which are impressed with her skills. Prompto is allowed to help her.
- Gladio is jogging every morning with the girls. He´s being very supportive and shares fitness tips
- But boys weren´t the only one, who was accidentaly send to this dimension ...
“Oh, well hello there, young man! What a nice abodement you have here.”
Daniel is shocked and pulls out a gun. “ Who the fuck are you!?” The man before him looked so real, was the Bleeding effect kicking in again?
“Now now, young man. Why such animosity? I believe we can fix each other problems.” 
Daniel´s eyebrow quirks. “ What problem?” “ Oh, isn´t that obvious? You´re looking for some trouble maker named Desmond, correct? I can help you find him, but I also want something in return. A little service of gratitude, so to speak.”
Daniel studied the man´s face. He didn´t trust him, but he would lie if he said he wasn´t intrigued. “For the record, I don´t trust you. But I am kinda impressed you´ve got through our security.” which would be fired, when he wraps it up here, “ but I am not the one who you should ask for favour, If if it turns out that you are valuable asset.” 
“ Oh my, so guarded. But believe me, you´re not gonna regret it.” 
The man smiled creepily. Daniel shivered at that. He had unshaky feeling that he just get into some clusterfuck. 
 The man tips his hat.“ Oh, but where are my manners! Let me introduce to you, my name is Ardyn Izunia.” 
Please, read this in Ardyn´s voice. It gets much better XD
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guarshroom · 8 months
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So I've picked up Engineer as a class to learn and I've realized a few common threads as to why I like playing him, Spy, and Pyro
1) For the most part, getting better at these classes requires more knowledge to get better rather than improving reflexes and having godly aim
I know there's the guns but the core mechanics of each class (buildings, sneaky stabby, and lighting things on fire) improve when you've learned more about the mechanics of how each work and it could be argued that once you learn these (+ some game sense) you get up to a playable level with each of them.
1.5) None of these classes have to have really good aim to be effective
Piggybacking off the last point, not one of these classes absolutely has to have really good aim to be good. Engie's got a built in aim bot, most of my (and I'm betting a lot of others') Spy frags are back stabs (I don't care for the Ambassador, sue me), and Pyro is, well, Pyro and most of their kit doesn't require perfect aim (e.g. the Scorch Shot). I could stand to think more about how hit boxes work with lag and I could definitely do better if I land more of my shotgun and revolver shots, but I don't have to down a Gamer Supps and activate MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE in my brain to get a couple kills as these classes.
2.) Each of these classes don't have to interact with the frontline if I don't want to and still be helpful.
I will be the first to admit, I am fairly dog shit when it comes to the large skirmishes that make up the front line and pretty crap at most 1v1s outside of my main 3 compared to a lot of other players. This is mainly due to my 8GB of mental ram making it hard for me to keep track of everything everywhere all at once and processing what color that random player is that ends up deleting me. So instead I can either just build a nest as Engie (I know that's it's own management thing but my brain has it grouped as one task), fuck with the enemy back lines as Spy, and bodyguard my choice of an engie nest or the nearest Medic combo (when it's a Heavy/Medic combo I just think of it as an Engie nest with legs).
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I'm sick and rereading Two Halves and I know I leave a lot (A LOT) of stuff in the end notes but there's actually lots of stuff I still never mention or talk about so here's a long sick at 4am ramble about things I didn't get the chance to talk about but wanted to (in somewhat of an order reminded by rereading) or at least just some lines I particularly enjoyed
Chapter Two commentary ayyy
Stockman is great at keeping a secret but horrible at reigning in his scientific curiosity. Karai literally running away from attention asdfg. Karai twitchy (stabby) when people stare at her part 2
"She didn't even understand half the things he said. She wasn’t going to waste her only shot by being a dick to the scientist making it possible."
Karai playing ambush predator ninja on the Kraang just makes me happy
Her magic cloak isn't like an invisibility cloak or anything. It just retracts light juuust enough to distract from the size of her. If you don't know she's there your eyes will glance right over. Rip her cool cloak, torn to shreds in the Darklands later
The cloak is a thing because 1: drawing four arms EVERY TIME can get frustrating and 2: she holds it tight around herself when anxious. Karai twitchy (stabby) when people stare part 3
Karai doesn't NEED her magic to be stealthy, it just adds an extra touch
Her worst fear is being Caught
If I were to explain cognitive difficulties fucking with the way I talk, I would point directly at the Kraang. That's what I sound like on bad days, except a lot simpler and a lot less robotic hfvsjfhsf
I'm never writing Kraang dialogue again, that One sentence made my head spin
Karai’s lower legs are super thin and she uses this to her advantage. They work excellent as piercing weapons when she needs em. She landed on those Kraang and her legs just fucking stabbed through them.
I like to think that despite how easy she makes it look, the Kraang armor is actually harder to cut through than she expected. Even for her magic burny blades
I say "blades" because her weapons aren't exactly swords. She has some swords, but she also has a wide variety of weapons all shaped differently. Most are curved and jagged in strange ways like most changeling weapons tend to be. She's got a couple hand axes too
She stashed Kraang tech in her actual pockets and also in her magic pockets
Karai stuffing wires in her mouth like a little kid shoving candy in her mouth trying to hide that she did it
"Donatello's voice crack was always funny to hear in the middle of combat."
"Karai thanked the Pale that her cloak covered most of her. The four sets of curious staring to suspicious glaring made her hackles raise." Twitchy (stabby) pt 4
The Kraang started trying to bug their tech when DONNIE started to steal their shit lmao
Using Leeroy Jenkins as a non, verb, and adjective brings me joy
Unfortunately those thin legs mean when she loses her balance it goes hard
"She just wanted to eat him up, he was so cute." <- literal
When designing her I briefly considered tusks but tossed them aside almost instantly
Karai definitely almost cried when Mikey gave her a name. She's never been given her own real name before. Crying in the club
I'm gonna stop trying to count all the times Karai gets twitchy (stabby) over being Seen bcz it's a lot and I'm too tired to count. Just know it's Everywhere
Shout out to this chapter for the comment that gave me a dizzy spell from excitement because it's when the TV Tropes was first set up lol
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A drabble to answer some of those long-lost memes in my inbox ~ @vampyrebond
STABBY STAB MEME BUT MAKE IT LESTAT WALKING IN ON LOUIS
Lestat had left the townhouse in a right state of frustration. Trying to reason with Louis was like reasoning with a brick wall, and no matter how much he railed at his lover, nothing seemed to change. It was this thought that drove Lestat to kill at the lover’s lane this evening. He quickly found a couple parked far away from the rest, and at first he played the role of the embarrassed young man stumbling into the wrong car, however as the couple laughed it off, that was when Lestat struck, killing the man first, and then the woman. By the time he was returning to the townhouse, much of his anger had been satiated by the blood he’d consumed, and though he was still frustrated with Louis’ rejection of what they were, he knew that they had time. Louis would see reason one way or another.
It was as he entered the townhouse that Lestat’s nostrils flared and his lips parted slightly, as though he could taste the scent of fresh blood. Silently, he moved through the townhouse until he stopped in the doorway to the parlor, where he saw Louis bent over the shuddering body of what must’ve been a solicitor. Lestat’s pupils dilated with lust at the sight, and he let out a soft sigh as Louis dropped the dying man to the ground with a mix of revulsion and disgust in his expression.
“Oh, mon cher,” Lestat breathed, stepping into the room. Louis’ almost frantic gaze snapped up to his, but Lestat only advanced further, lips curling up in a smug smile, “you should have told me you were dining in, my love. I would have stayed.”
an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation . //&// holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .
And before Louis could react, Lestat drew him up to his feet with gentle pressure from a finger placed under his chin, thumb sweeping through the blood that had dripped from Louis’ lips as he grasped his jaw firmly. “Hush, mon chou,” he murmured when Louis opened his mouth to speak. Lestat pulled Louis in, crushing their lips together in a deep kiss. His tongue sought out the lingering blood in his lover’s mouth, and he shivered as the intensity of the kiss and heady taste of blood overwhelmed his senses. Louis was the one to pull away first and Lestat gave a soft whine, chasing the kiss as he took a few paces back, staring at Lestat in shock. The deep conflict within Louis was evident in his expression, which not only reflected Lestat’s own lust, but also an intense regret. Until he spoke, Lestat did not know which sentiment would win out this time.
❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞
The words sent heat coursing through Lestat’s body, and though there was still guilt in Louis’ eyes, his misery was intoxicating to Lestat. He wanted nothing more than to kiss the pout from his lover’s lips, to devour his regret and sorrow as though they were the blood he’d so readily glutted himself on not an hour ago. “Then come here and let me taste you, chéri,” his eyes were black with desire, and though he wanted nothing more than to bury his fangs in Louis’ flesh and drink of him, he did not move, waiting for Louis to come to him.
 [ HIPS ]:  sender  pulls  receiver  in  closer  by  the  hips.
The look in Louis’ eye shifted as he decided to give into his lust, and when he reached out, roughly jerking Lestat against him by the hips, Lestat did not protest. He melted against his lover with a soft sigh, mouth already finding the streak of blood that had dripped over Louis’ chin and streaked down his throat. The plaster cracked as Lestat was suddenly shoved into the wall behind him, and he gave a soft hiss against Louis’ skin, nipping at his throat as though to chide him. Though as Louis’ thigh pressed into his growing erection, his mild irritation was completely erased by the pleasure that had begun to burn within him.
Louis’ head tilted slightly to one side as he began grinding against Lestat, both of them breathing harder as their cocks stiffened in their trousers from the friction, but he didn’t have to be told what Louis needed. Before the words could leave his lover’s lips, Lestat sank his fangs into the yielding flesh of Louis’ throat and moaned against his skin as the blood flooded into his mouth. As he drank, tongue laving at the wound, Louis’ hand wound in Lestat’s hair, holding him there as he continued rutting against Lestat’s thigh.
Finally, as Louis’ grip on Lestat’s hair tugged him away, forcibly tipping his head back, Lestat keened, but did not fight, for Louis’ mouth was already at his throat and his entire body shuddered in anticipation for what he knew was coming. One of his hands gripped Louis’ waist, nails piercing the fabric of his already ruined shirt and drawing a hiss from his lover. Louis had only pulled back for a moment before he spoke, taking in Lestat’s desperate expression, cheeks flushed and lips painted with blood.
“ you  look  so  pretty  like  this. ”
At the words, the corners of Lestat’s mouth turned up slightly and his breathing hitched when Louis’ hand cupped his erection through his trousers, his other hand tightening its grip in Lestat’s hair. “You don’t even need to be touched, do you?” The words were spoken against Lestat’s throat, Louis’ teeth grazing his skin once again.
“I will if you don’t get on with it,” Lestat’s ordinarily biting words had taken on a desperate quality as he arched against Louis’ palm, drawing a soft laugh from his lover. In retaliation, Lestat’s free hand made to pull Louis’ head to his throat, but it was quickly caught in his strong grip instead and pinned to the wall above them. At the loss of the friction against his cock, Lestat whined, but he didn’t fight against Louis’ grip. “Please, chou chou,” he begged softly, changing tactics to get his way. “Please, I need it - drink of me, my love.”
clothed .   to  make  my  muse  come  while  fully  dressed .
As Lestat continued to beg, his words were cut off by Louis roughly biting into his throat, and he moaned deeply at the mix of intense pleasure and pain. “Yes, yes, Louis,” he panted, eyes fluttering shut as the intensely intimate sensation of sharing his blood spread through his veins. Lestat’s hips bucked against Louis’ thigh, and as his pinned hand was freed, he clung to his lover, panting and moaning until all at once, he came hard, ruining the inside of his trousers. The intensity of his orgasm had Lestat all but melting against Louis as his lover’s tongue continued to lap at the still-bleeding wounds in his throat, and he sank into his lover’s embrace.
When Louis finally drew back from Lestat’s throat, there was a keen glint in his eye that Lestat knew all too well. “Shall I finish you off, chou chou,” he breathed, a satiated smile crossing his lips, revealing the blood that still stained his teeth. Louis didn’t even have to speak as he pushed Lestat to his knees, hand still tangled in his hair, and with practiced ease, Lestat’s hands tugged Louis’ trousers down just enough that he could free his cock.
Greedily, he lapped the precum from the tip, sucking the head of his cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue. Louis was close already, but as the hand in Lestat’s hair pushed his head down, Lestat didn’t resist, swallowing Louis to the root and holding him there as his lover moaned lowly, the sound almost a growl. Before Lestat could start to move, however, Louis began to fuck himself into Lestat’s mouth, choking him on his cock, but as tears streaked down Lestat’s cheeks, he took it all until Louis’ hips stuttered to a stop and he spilled down Lestat’s throat with a cry.
for receiver to sit on the floor in front of sender and place their head in sender’s lap to be pet and praised.
Lestat swallowed it all, though his throat was raw, and held Louis’ softening cock in his mouth until his lover’s hand untangled itself from his hair. Finally he drew back, looking up to meet Louis’ gaze with his own tear-stained eyes, and as Louis sank to sit cross-legged on the floor before him, Lestat moved to lay on the floor so that he could rest his head in his lover’s lap, gently tucking his cock back into his trousers as he settled in. While Lestat blinked slowly in satisfaction, basking in the comforting closeness and post-orgasmic bliss, Louis’ hand found its way back to Lestat’s hair, stroking the soft, golden locks and brushing his fingertips over his smooth cheek.
“You’re gettin’ too good at this,” Louis muttered, but he was smirking down at Lestat, who could only smile as more praise followed, closing his eyes as he relaxed under his lover’s now gentle touch. Though he knew this calm between them couldn’t last - especially not with a still-warm body just feet behind Louis - he would enjoy this moment of utter contentment while it lasted.
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love-and-socialism · 1 year
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DnD campaign misadventures
I rescued this thread from my non-defunct twttr detailing my last campaign in DnD, because it was probably the best things I ever posted on there. So now it’s going on here.
Tonight in DnD, my character crit failed a stealth check and fell down the stairs, spilling ball bearings everywhere. #smooth
However, the adrenaline rush resulted in a series of 20s in combat. #stabby
2. Last night in DnD adventures, we smashed a frozen half-man half-bull creature that bequeathed us a key from its remains.
Me: looks like it's a musical one.
Me: it was a key in A minor-taur
@abbynormal0ne: I will KILL you
3. Tonight in DnD adventures, after killing a couple of piscine-type jailers, we found a scared human in a cell. To put them at ease, @abbynormal0ne put her hand in a skull like a puppet and went "HELLO! DON'T BE AFRAID! WE'RE NICE PEOPLE!"
Surprisingly they were not reassured.
4. Tonight in DnD adventures, we stab a rapier into this guy that makes a gurgling sound akin to the apex of the bit in a certain song by The Trashmen.
"Looks like.. blood.. is the word."
@abbynormal0ne: "Just one more time I stg."
5. Tonight in DnD, @abbynormal0ne summons a mammoth-type creature and I jump on its back while we're murdering the sahuagin sea creatures. It crit fails while trying to skewer one of them, breaking its spiky, natural weapon.
"I guess he wasn't.. up to the tusk."
6. Last night in DnD, the last sahuagin, bloodied & battered mutters "mercy". I ponder this, before firing a crossbow bolt through the back of his throat. "Looks like no mer-sea for this chap."
@abbynormal0ne, exhausted, wiping fish flesh from her face "I think he wanted mercy from your prattle."
7. After losing half of my health to a lightning strike from this dragon, I jumped on the back of the scaly bastard and shanked them.
"Now who's doing shocking behaviour."
We'll be having dragon bbq for weeks.
8. Tonight in DnD! We were in an asylum, trying to get info from a surly orderly. She was not forthcoming. And even less so when I asked "is there like a merch shop where I can get one of those natty white jumpers?"
9. Tonight in DnD! I have to disguise myself bc I've gone back to a place I'm wanted. And not in the good way. @abbynormal0ne suggests a costume. I acquire a hat of disguise.
DM: what do you look like now?
Me: This incarnation of Demis Roussos! Right down to the glitter boots!
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10. The other night in DnD! @abbynormal0ne asked a shopkeep for a particular potion, seud in blue. Amazingly they had two of them. I took them and put in my footwear for safe-keeping.
"Don't step on my blue seud shoes." I warn her. She asks the shopkeep for a poison. I'm not sure if it's for me or for her.
11. Last night in DnD! We get asked by the big cheese of New Seaton if our party has a collective name...
MisinterPirates
One hour later and this is the best that we came up with jfc hahahaha
12. We decide to rescue some slaves from a sinking ship. We are attacked by a big fuck off shark that takes a decent chunk out of my torso. Ouch. "Can I just fey step back onto my boat?" I can.
"TTFN, you pointy-teethed dickhead!"
After one round of shooting at this chompy bastard. I finally find a use for my two-handed trident and full of gusto (the name of the wine) foolheartedly jump BACK into the water, stabbing the shark like a mad vaulter.
"This will surely fin-ish you off!"
It did not. Whoops.
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hylianengineer · 1 year
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*asks about job*
Anon you are my favorite.
Okay, so, I'm a laboratory and field technician in a soil and water science lab.
I love my job so goddamn much. I get to work with fancy machines like the gas chromatograph and spectrometer! (The spectrometer is actually really boring but shhh.) I get to go outside and watch birds while I collect water samples! I am getting paid for this! I get to learn data processing and engineering and wilderness safety precautions and how to explain complex science to people whose careers are Not This.
Also, research labs are chaos and I delight in it. Okay maybe not ALL research labs, I'm informed the chemistry department does not look like this. BUT this is an environmental science lab. It is full is bizarre, deeply nerdy, deeply passionate people. Who do things like eat baked potatoes like apples, improvise experimental setups with mason jars and duct tape, and nickname every instrument either a human name or a Pixar reference. I love them so much I have no words.
Crazy and fun things I've done for this job:
Freezer jenga followed by freezer tetris (had to take all the things out of a the freezer, put them in coolers to keep them cold, defrost the freezer, and put them back in except organized this time. I was delighted by this for no logical reason, my boss thought I was nuts).
Okay you know in scifi movies where they have some weird mystery substance and they put it in a box with gloves attatched so they can work with it without actually touching it? I've done that! Not because of hazardous substances, we just needed to put stuff in jars without exposing it to oxygen. But still! It was cool!
Shopping trip to get food for like half a dozen people for three days (I had weird dreams about being overwhelmed with tortilla chips afterwards, this doesn't sound that crazy but I promise you it felt like it).
Taped plastic tubing to 200+ funels until the boxes we were storing them in overflowed and there was no longer floorspace to walk (AFTER cutting the plastic tubing into 200+ equally sized pieces and stuffing it with ion exchange resin, which is like evil microplastic sand. Between all those things, this took WEEKS. It got really boring).
Dissolved like 10kg of KCl (KCl my behated, its very harmless but hell to get off glassware) in water to make 80 LITERS OF KCL SOLUTION (that's over 20 pounds of solid KCl and over 20 gallons of solution! My coworker and I were sort of laughing hysterically over this entire process because come on! 80 liters! For reference most lab protocols need like, a liter or less of whatever solution.) Fun fact about solid KCl, it tends to stick together into a giant brick. We were chiseling at it with scoops, spoons, whatever was on hand (i really wanted to attack it with a screwdriver but it would introduce dirt into the chemicals so i couldn't) and eventually we got so frustrated we went outside and dropped the thing off a second floor balcony. After wrapping it in like 3 layers of plastic bags because we knew at least one bag was gonna break. This did not actually help much but it was very cathartic.
There was a project once where we had to take sealed mason jars and replace all the air in them with nitrogen gas. Repeatedly. For over a hundred jars. My PI (principle invesitgator, means the scientist in charge of a project and usually a lab) is good at building things, so of course he assembled this manifold thing so we could pump nitrogen through a dozen jars at once. Which was great, except it involved two dozen needles, half of them attatched to flexible plastic tubing so they'd kinda bounce around when you pulled them out of the jars. It looked like a very stabby centipede-slash-octopus monster. Impressively, we only stabbed ourselves a couple times each with this thing (and changed the needles of course, we are aware of the risks of transmitting blood diseases).
Actually one of the craziest things about this job in my opinion is how many fucking needles we work with. You see, we study atmospheric gases. And to do that, we need to transfer gases between sealed containers, which means needles and septa (the rubber things they put on vials so you can poke needles through them). So. Many. Needles. Did you know you can only use a needle four times before it gets too dull? It's extremely noticeable as you're using them - not as they get dull, but when you discard an old needle and get out a new one it is a huge difference. I don't know why I find this so fascinating, but working with needles is honestly so fun. I feel like a mad scientist or something. Also, for the first couple months I kept poking myself on accident so I was just walking around with these pinpricks and papercut looking wounds. It felt a bit like a badge of honor, somehow, like a rite of passage for working in the gas lab. Another thing about needles, if you get scratched with one horizontally instead of stabbed, they look like papercuts. It's weird. Also weird is how good you get after a while at not stabbing yourself.
I think I like working with needles because they're something that used to make me nervous. Not horribly, but I have more than typical anxiety and I get nervous about everything. And yet I am now totally chill about needles, because I work with them all the time. It's... freeing I guess. Maybe empowering, even. I am scared of so many things, but I am not scared of this. Ditto large quantities of acid, once you've had to work with dozens of liters of the stuff you stop being scared of it - this was for the same project as the KCl and yes it was equally ridiculous. Dilute acid, thankfully, but to make dilute acid you have to mix the really concentrated stuff with water. It does not come as dilute acid, that would be too easy. So we spent multiple days in a row diluting acid and soaking things in it, there were plastic boxes full of the stuff on every available counter space with handmade warning labels, it was A Thing™️.
Anyways, I'm a person who's scared of everything, except weird stuff like hydrochloric acid, needles, and wasps. I can blame all three of those things on this job, which I love dearly. I love to learn new things, pretend I'm in a scifi movie, be surrounded by crazy people (affectionate), and apparently overcome my numerous fears. You absolutely did not sign up for this big puddle of feelings, anon, but thank you for inspiring it nevertheless.
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socialjusticebard · 8 months
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Hey! Can you tell me about how the subcutaneous autoinjector works/how to get it? I had a really hard time doing my T injections before I switched to the gel, so I want to figure out what my options are in case I need to switch back. Any info at all would be a big help. Thanks so much!
Hey sorry it took me a bit to get back to you! So disclaimer....I'm not a doctor so everything I'm saying here is just based in my own experience and obviously your mileage may vary.
So I started using Xyosted (my autoinjector brand) a couple years ago bc I was having trouble with the IM shots. It's not that I couldn't do them, but the stoppers kept coming out or pieces of the stopper were getting stuck in the needle and the pharmacy would refuse to give me the right size needles or take back defective bottles. And it was really making me paranoid. So after trying various topicals for a while after that (none of which stopped my period) I finally tried Xyosted.
The way it works is you pretty much do a weekly shot just like you'd do with IM, only I notice the fluctuations are less pronounced. Like at the end of the week with IM injections, I'd crash. I don't get that with these. Basically you just grab onto some of your belly fat (or as much as you can if you don't have much haha) and just push the autoinjector pen all the way down and then you hold it like that and count to ten and then pull it out. You have to count mostly because it's hard to actually feel it. The needle is REALLY small and if you follow the instructions on the injector, you'll never see it. There's no loading like there is with the manual IM injection. The pens are already loaded. No fiddling with bottles, you just take the cap off, grab, stab, and go.
To me the lack of dealing with the fucking bottles is worth the price. I went through a doctor in my area who worked with a lot of trans people and was familiar with different kinds of HRT (if you're in central Texas I'd be happy to provide the info....Don't know where you're at though) and she was the one who told me there was a way to get a manufacturer' discount. Back when I started you would sign up through the Vytal website and order xyosted through there, and it was 150 for a month supply. Eventually they transitioned me to another pharmacy to maintain that rate, but I am unsure if that' just me specifically or if they did that with everyone. That's why you may have to ask an actual doctor about it. They can probably figure it out. They will also be able to get you 1 or 2 samples to try and see if you like it. I switched to Plume and my doctor on there also said she's able to prescribe it for me. So if you have trouble with an in person doctor, you could check out that service and see if they can prescribe the autoinjectors.
Now ok. Yes. That's way more expensive than IM injections, but to me it's worth it to get the stabbies mailed to my house, already loaded, no dealing with people, or bottles, or fears of giving myself weird infections, or hitting weird blood vessels and gross things happening like,,,
For me that was actually comparable to the cost of topicals (I think I was paying like 125 for androgel? Or something stupid like that?), which, again, didn't work well for me at all.
Also there are 3 dosages of xyosted I think...50mg, 75mg, and 150 mg. I get the same effects from the lowest dose once a week that I got from 2 pumps of 1.62% androgel/day. So it seems pretty effective to me.
So I think whether you like these depends on why you had trouble with the IM ones. If it's that you didn't see any/enough effects from the IM one, maybe get your estradiol levels checked just to make sure those are getting suppressed (for me, IM injections did it but I had to take an estrogen blocker when i was on gel and I know one guy who had to have it even WITH IM injections). If it's more the stress of stabbing yourself in an awkward spot with a crappy needle and the stupidest vial design of all time, you would probably LOVE the sub q autoinjectors.
Even manual sub q injections can be good for some people because there isn't the stress of jabbing yourself all the way into the muscle. Idk it just always stressed me out doing that and I'm not even particularly squeamish about needles. Testosterone ethanate - what's in all the sub q injections I know about - is also thinner from what I understand than testosterone cypionate, and so the needle would be smaller even if you DID still do manual injections. Less stress on your brain lol. AND less scar tissue tbh. (Should be noted that manual injections are generally cheaper than autoinjectors too)
Anyway hope you get it figured out and I hope something in here is helpful? Let me know if not,,, have a nice day
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chinahatbeach · 11 months
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Thoughts for Today
It’s almost Friday. This week has been a long for me. The weather has me in a mood. I need some sunshine. Oh, the sun does come out here or there but I want some sunshine and warm weather. Not to hot but just right where you can sit outside in the middle of the day and enjoy the warmth. We might get better weather next week but for today the forecast is rain.
Topics for today are a couple of things: Be who you are, not someone else, and Winkie problems.
I have written about the commercial on tv where a girl sits in her room. She has wax remover for her small mustache’ and she looks confused. She looks around her room at pictures of famous people, see’s Freddie Mercury, and gets inspired to buy a yellow jacket from Amazon. She wears it to school and feels like a ‘rock star’. And leaves the mustache’ on her face.
As a woman, I grew up in a world where I wouldn’t be caught dead with a mustache’. That also goes for having hair under your arms or inch long hair on your legs.
Last night, I had seen that commercial before bedtime. I thought my normal thoughts and went to bed. Dang, my subconscious worked overtime and I dreamt about having hair problems. That was a scary dream. And as I was sitting here, I thought about the meaning of my dream. Conclusion…. you can deal with hair issues but what about ‘you’ issues. Buying a new jacket doesn’t make you Freddy Mercury or a rock star. It may make you feel better for a bit of time but what’s going on in you?
My mom said to always be ‘yourself’. Don’t try to be someone you aren’t. Don’t think others have it better than you and that their life is perfect. Outward appearances don’t mean the everything is fine on the inside. And this is why so many young people are confused about themselves. The world wants you to be ‘whatever you want to be’ but in truth, it is telling you to change into something you aren’t. You can change the package but the inside remains the same. Reminds me of “Ding Dongs”…. you can make them different colors on the outside but the cream filling is the part that you remember. And I like the outside with the chocolate icing covered goodness.
And yesterday, I heard that the fellow who is a ‘female’ on the Bud Light beer cans is a fake. A couple of years ago, he wanted an acting part but he was male and it was for a female part. He decided to act the part and be female. And now, people are so happy that he is doing want makes him happy. Hello…. he’s a fake. He acts a part. You can not know what a woman feels.
My MIL (mother in law) and I were talking about this subject the other day. We agreed that when you are a teenage girl, you are a mess of emotions. One day you want to cry all day and the next day, stab someone. A mess of emotions. This fades away but comes back during menopause. The stabby part is part of it. I think our emotions and feelings are tied to knives! I guess I never outgrew that part as I carry two knives with me at all times. No, I won’t stab someone……. it’s for cheesecake. You never know when you might need to cut cheesecake!!
I sure hope I don’t start dreaming stuff I see in commercials. Nightmares I tell ya.
On to the next subject…..Winkie problems. It sure sucks to have your pets grow old. Winkie will be 13 years this summer. She has had two weeks of a cough issue. I once again called the vet yesterday and waited. I got a call back from the receptionist at 4 pm. Oh, just give her the cough medicine was the outcome. Winkie’s heart sounds ok but they would need to take an X ray to see if it has a problem. And as the receptionist talked on, I got the feeling that they didn’t want to deal with me. She didn’t ask me if I wanted to make an appointment. I know that if they did find a problem, they have medicine that could help Winkie. Well, I am making sure Winkie is comfortable and I laid hands on my dog and prayed. If God can help and heal, I’ll go to the best doctor I know, Him. I’ll continue the cough medicine but I’m relying on God to heal whatever is causing issues, be it allergies or lung issues. And when it’s time for Winkie to go to heaven, I’m praying she dies in her sleep, peacefully.
And I completely understand why I go to a naturopathic doctor who listens. I guess I’ll need to find a naturopathic vet who also listens. I once used one over 20 years ago for my one dog and on a consultation on another dog. He was honest. He listened and spoke the truth on the matter.
I’m done with vets or doctors who give you a pat answer and a pill. I’ve seen friends who have gotten those answers numerous times and end up having serious health issues. You get no do over’s when it comes to your health. And it just hit me…….. you get no do over’s on your health………. the commercial girl who wants to be someone else……… all these folks trying to get their gender changed or transitional surgeries……… once you remove breasts or genitalia, there is no going back. You can stop hormone blockers but surgery to remove things is permanent. We have seen enough folks have plastic surgery and they spend $$$ and they look like a freak. You can only change you from the inside. God made you who you are and you are special in His sight.
Well, time to feed the chickens and get myself ready for another busy day. I hope you have a great day.
And that’s the way it is……
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