#it's real hard to go through the cartilage

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

DP x DC AU

Danny's gonna adopt all the Halfas in Gotham whether he wants to or not, and it's gonna start with the little dead girl he found after crawling out of that portal in the league base.

Pt 2 here. My Au Art

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There's a dead little girl sitting on the rug in front of Danny's coffee table curiously eating Cheetos.

Well, she's not all the way dead, only half, could even be a little less then that, Danny would know he's sort of the leading expert on being half dead.

Her skins blue, like comic book mystique blue, vibrant and impossible to miss. Shes got these big black eyes and a nasty split going straight through her upper lip to just under her right eye.

She's also missing her nose, it's just gone, no cartilage left over just the gaping nasal cavity like skulls have.

The little girl looks dead, she is dead, or she's at least as dead as Danny is which is almost exclusively in name only.

Her name is Curaré, Danny only knows it because it's been branded into the skin of the little girls neck, just under the curve of her bald skull.

Curaré is terribly thin, the little toddler sized T-shirt she has on hangs loose around her torso where baby fat should fill it out.

She's horrible to look at, a tiny nightmare, her corpse like coloring doing nothing to mitigate the appearance.

Curaré was neither a healthy nor normal little girl, there was no way Danny could have left that league facility without her.

Oh and she almost exclusively spoke in Spanish which made finding her dinner hard.

Not that Cheetos are really dinner, little kids need to eat more then that Danny was pretty sure, like 89% sure. Although they did have a lot of calories...

Danny tilts his head absently as he looks at her, the little demon being illuminated red and green by the glow of the TV. She's enraptured by the Scooby doo rerun Gotham's only spanish language channel is playing tonight.

As if she can feel his eyes she turns to him and tilts her head the same way.

Danny blinks at her, Curaré blinks back.

" Uh- " Danny starts, trying to remember anything from his Spanish elective from sophomore year. God, his teacher had been right he had needed to study more. " The Cheetos, you like them? They're uh...bueno? Oh! Son Buenos?"

He points his finger down at the snack sized bag in her grasp, her fingers are tiny , they must be so fragile, looking at the desperate grasp they have on the bag makes Danny's chest hurt. How could anyone be so small? Had Danny ever been that small?

Curaré blinks again, long and slow, processing Danny's words. She looks down at her Cheetos and back up at Danny then she carefully holds the bag out to him.

" Oh no that's ok they're for you kiddo" Danny insists.

Curaré shakes the bag at him, like enticing a stray cat with treats but he only shakes his head again.

She gives up after that, shrugging and turning back to her cartoons.

Inside her chest Danny can feel her ghost core vibrate placidly as Scooby and Shaggy run across the TV in a panic.

Danny's own core can't help but try to match it's frequency, a low contented humming echoes between them, safe it seems to say.

Curaré can't be older then 4, which means she was resurrected young and that she died even younger. Danny doesn't know how any of it happened, halfas aren't created easily, the amount of energy needed...

She's so small.

He hopes it was fast, whatever it was that did this to her, made her like him.

Danny also hopes that her injuries aren't permanent. Some ghosts keep the carnage of their corpses well into the after life but as a Halfa Curaré should heal, even if she got those injuries during her ressurction. For her sake it'll be much easier to find some sense of normalcy if she isn't always actively bleeding, even if the blood itself is just an ecto-echo of real blood.

Danny curls his knees up to his chest and hides his face for a moment just trying to breathe. He's too young to be taking care of a toddler, he's still six months away from turning 18 and hes got school on Monday. His eyes burn and his throat constricts as he tries to swallow.

No one else but Danny would know how to take care of Curaré, and she's got no family to try and stumble their way through it. Danny can't take her back to the league and he sure as hell isn't going to search for whoever put that brand on her neck.

Even if he dropped her off at the fire station Gotham only has one Meta focused orphanage, it's state run and all the kids in it have to wear little prison style jump suits. And the food sucks, Danny can personally vouch for that.

She doesn't have a home, she's just as out of place here in Gotham as Danny is. Danny really wishes, not for the first time, that he had an adult here. Like Jazz or hell even Mr. Fuckin Lancer.

Just anyone. Anyone who could tell Danny what to do about this. Who could help him out with the child he's suddenly acquired.

He wishes anyone else was here so it wouldn't just be him and Curaré. Two dead kids sitting on the floor of a studio apartment in the Bowery watching cartoons.

What a pair the two of them will make, oh God. Danny laughs as a few tears stain his jeans.

Curaré makes a curious little noise that has Danny forcing his head up. She's reached the inevitable end of her snack sized bag and she looks absolutely devastated. She turns to look at him, tilting the empty bag towards him as if to say ' can you believe this shit!'

Danny can't help but give her a watery smile, no more crying Fenton, and wipes his nose on the back of his hand.

" Okay, one thing at a time." Danny tells himself. " You finished your Cheetos and now it's time for dinner, right? Stop me if I'm wrong."

Curaré just looks at him.

Danny's not worried, they're gonna have all the time in the world to teach her to appreciate humour and also English.

" I'm going to take that as a yes. " Danny hops up off the floor and goes to find his phone, nobody does dinner like the local Batburger.

Little foot steps follow him into the hallway, he'll have to get used to that sound he's going to be hearing it a lot.

Food first, everything would be better after they ate.

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For BG I imagine he's been living in Gotham for a few months and found Curaré while popping in and out of different portals in Gotham. (Who woulda guessed that some portal in Gotham leads right to the lazarus pit)

Note: if u wanna see cool art for this AU it's all in the Danny and the little dead girl au tag on my pg!

#dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc au #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #batfam #gotham #batman beyond #if yall didnt know curaré is an assasin from batman beyond #not an oc baby this isnt deviantart circa 2005 #i just imagine the bats meeting Danny and him eventually introducing them to his “kid” and just producing this little gremlin #and dannys all like “ isnt she adorable!” #and like yeah shes objectively terrifying looking but also the power of ecto babies is strong #and the batfam is weak #they will adopt jason into their halfa gang dont worry #dc x dp #danny and the little deadgirl au

[mysticmellowlove]

mellow, what about a fem dom reader who has a obsessive and delusional male sub stalker, and someday he break into her house to kidnap her, but our fem reader who knows fight skills pins him down in her dark basement and uses his body as her personal fleshlight as punishment?

I just love this trope so much. everything sub yan wants is to worship our fem reader and satisfy her desires, but ends up trapped and forced to watch his beloved giving herself pleasure while he's able to do nothing but sob and beg to help her (I even wrote a short piece similar to that, but I'd love to see what is in your mind)

note; this shit is so down bad, i love it. also reader is a certified prick in this one so please know your boundaries :)

warnings; yan male, sub yan, dom reader, fem reader, non-con to con, asshole reader, sadistic reader, objectification,

His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton as he tried to move his body. His limbs were heavy as if they were being weighed down. A harsh breath left him, his senses screaming at him. What had happened, what did he remember and better yet... where was he?

He was... stalking this girl, he had followed her to her house and when he had broken in through the door... that's where his memory ended. After that, it was all black. He could still smell her though, her perfume was in the air, was she nearby? He tried to move himself again but this time he heard something. The drag of chains on concrete... and if he focused hard enough the sound was coming from his legs.

Frightened, his breathing picked up as he willed his eyes to open, but they were sealed. Useless... he couldn't do anything, he couldn't do anything!

"Shut up won't you." A voice penetrated the air and he froze. That voice, it was her... she was here! He opened his mouth to ask her what was going on, if she was okay but her hand slid over the opening. Shocked he bit back his exclaims and froze, the sound of her shoes on the concrete seemed to surround him.

"I know what you're doing, think you can get the jump on me huh?" He shivered, there was something about her that he hadn't realised. She seemed to exude danger, power and that made him... aroused. Hands trailed down his chest, which in his panic he hadn't realised was bare. Nails bit into his skin as something heavy settled over his torso.

A strangled moan left his mouth, was she straddling him? Why wasn't she letting him see?

"Boys like you are depraved, boys like you need to be punished." Her voice seemed to envelop him completely, his senses blurred the lines between real and fake as her hands clamped around his wrists. His fingers twitched as her nails dug into his skin, bruises would litter him afterwards... a mark that she had been there.

"You wanted me right?" She hummed, her chest sliding over his own, the fabric of her bra pulling over his sensitive skin. He could feel the heat of her breath near his neck.

"You've got me." She whispered into his ear, her teeth gently nibbling on the cartilage as his mouth dropped open. It felt as if his chest was going to explode, his heart was pumping faster and faster as he sunk into the feeling. The warmth of her body atop him, the bite of the concrete below him... the anticipation of what would happen next.

His arms involuntarily jerked, he wanted to hold her, see her. He wanted to watch as she came undone on him. He wanted to see how she claimed him. His breathing stuttered as her mouth trailed over to his own, pressing a hot kiss to his lips. The sounds of his whines were muffled as she took without even thinking about him, about how hard his cock was waiting for her.

"Stay still won't you, whore." His cock jerked at the pet name and the feeling of precum dribbled from his head as she laughed. Soft yet mocking coos left her as her body slid down. She was... naked from the waist down, he could feel her wetness on his stomach.

"To come into my house like you did, you must think you own the place." She drawled out despite the want to say that he didn't feel like that at all. He just wanted to be near her, he wanted to have her.

'You've got me'

"You should know your place." She hissed as she dragged her cunt over the rolls of his stomach, using the groves of his very skin as a toy. A sinful moan left his mouth as he felt her warmth spread over his skin, she was claiming him as her own in the most primal way and he loved it. He wanted more, more and more. His wrists clasped in her hands writhed as he fought the urge to plant his hands on her hips. To feel her movement as she pleased herself.

"Fuck..." He moaned as his head slumped back against the concrete, stomach tensing to give her something to work with. He felt high but... but he wanted to touch her. To feel her sinful skin in his hands. He couldn't though, she was depriving him of the one thing he desperately craved.

"Let me touch you, please, fuck please!" He cried out, his hips shaking as he tried his best to not disturb her. Salacious sounds left her mouth as her free hand came up to cup his cheek.

"No, suffer for my pleasure won't you." Her laugh seemed to reverberate around him as his mind hazed, every moment that passed he felt himself slip deeper and deeper into the abyss.

She dragged her hips across his torso, her hands digging into his skin as she lost herself in the sensation.

"This is all you're good for, isn't it? Stupid boy coming into my house." She scolded as her breathing seemed to grow heavier and heavier. He felt his cock twitch, it was aching and yet she didn't even need to touch it for him to want to blow his load.

Soon the pressure became too much and with a strangled moan he came, shooting his cum over the small of her back.

"There we go~" She cooed as her voice rose in her own throes. Soon after he could feel her slowing down, painting his chest with her orgasm. He let out a shaky breath as the wetness of his blindfold seemed to register in his mind.

"Oh? Do you think it's over? You're wrong, you're all mine now." A drunken grin rose to his mouth as he let himself succumb to whatever desires she had in mind.

#love for anon #sub male #dom reader #sub yandere #yandere male #fem reader #ask

[millenniumfae]

Hades Fish - What They Taste Like, And How To Cook Them

TARTARUS

Hellfish - Evolved from pond snails, and as Achilles says in his codex, they traveled from the surface to the Underworld by sticking to the bottom of Charon's boat, and eventually became undead. Around the size of a navel orange. Tastes mostly like regular freshwater snail, except less of the 'dirt' aftertaste and more 'metallic blood' thanks to the Styx. Usually served lightly blanched to avoid chewiness, and served drizzled with oil and salt.

Knucklehead - Originally the spirits of common saltwater sardines and anchovies that convalesced into their own undead species. Classical Greece's fishing economy centered heavily around those two fishes, and that cultural reverence essentially brought the Knucklehead to existence, so to speak, through indirect worship. Average size of 12-15 inches, and they no longer have scales or skin, exposing their translucent green flesh. Has the flaky texture of oil fish when cooked, and tastes like if you stuffed a sardine with pennies.

Scyllascion - Related to the legendary Scylla, but didn't spawn from her as individuals. Like real life catfish, they can keep growing to monstrous sizes, and are aggressive and territorial. Only one Scyllascion hangs out in each large patch of Styx. Zagreus only ever catches the younger, smaller ones, since the huge varieties are too smart to be fooled by a Rod Of Fishing. Caught Scyllascion range from 17 inches to a Great Dane. It's cooked by removing its iron-hard head and fins, then roasted whole or in stews. Meat is surprisingly mild and absorbs flavor well.

ASPHODEL

Slavug - An example of a species that never evolved from a surface animal. They spend an equal amount of time in and out of the lava, sometimes hanging out on the rocks or the shore. An adult Slavug is about a foot long, and five inches thick. When they die, they go from lava-hot to stone cold, and usually cooked by boiled or steamed whole. Slice them like a cake to serve. The flesh is bouncy and porous like bread, and they taste like shellfish.

Chrustacean - These clearly-lobster-adjacent fish are not tolerant to the lava like the Slavug is, its carapace serves as a heat-proof shield. Shades of Asphodel sometimes keep them as pets because of their inquisitive, friendly behavior. Cooking Chrustaceans means prying off their metal shell before exposing them to heat, which leaves their raw, goopy flesh exposed before cooked to firm and usually made into lobster cakes, or as toppings on salad. Tastes like if a lobster was boiled in a sulfur spring.

Flameater - Canonically thought to be native to the Underworld, and perhaps related to the Ladon dragon that Heracles killed. Its large maw is actually a filter feeding system for Phlegathon's minerals, and its passive and shy, making it hard to catch. Average size of a desktop keyboard, and its mouth alone can stretch to the circumference of an umbrella. Cooked through application of frostbite by use of ice, usually by burying it in an icebox for 15-20 minutes. Eaten alone, its weirdly cartilage-ridden and tastes strongly of overcooked egg, but it makes for a great broth or stock starter.

ELYSIUM

Chlam - All fish of the Lethe feed on memories, and this one most of all. Evolved from surface scallops, not clams, lending it its flat, ridged shell and glowing eyes. Usually around the size of a human hand, but the older ones can be the size of a truck tire. Has the soft texture of real life scallops, but its taste depends on what memories it had most recently eaten; bittersweet, salty, horny, etc. Cooking multiple Chlams together in a stew makes for a taste best described as 'headache-inducing' if not spiced correctly.

Charp - The Codex entry implies that its the shade of real life Koi fish (which are colored varieties of the widespread Amur carp), but Hades also implies that its mythology exists independently outside of the Greek world. Koi wouldn't naturally exist above ground, and no one in-game would be familiar with them aside from a possible passing encounter. Therefore, the Charp evolved from common Greek carp into an undead species similar to the koi, and a few worldly shades have remarked on its similarity to a surface species found on distant shores. Like real-life koi, it tastes and cooks like carp, but tinged with memories like the Chlam.

Seamare - Thanks to the Lethe's calm, warmer waters, it has a few reefs that house a natural-borne seahorse-akin fish. They only feed on pleasant memories, lending it a sweet taste, and are usually the size of a dinner plate. They're also intelligent, and can memorize human faces. Catching them is difficult not because they hide, but because they fight back; thanks to all the warrior memories they've swallowed, they have a battle-spun spirit and won't let you reel them in without a struggle. If not kept as pets, they're usually speared on sticks and fire-roasted over coals.

TEMPLE OF STYX

Gupp - Naturally borne from the Styx, it's less of a guppy analogy and more like a Greek freshwater shad. They swim in schools against fast currents, and are usually the length of a pencil case. But like a guppy, they livebirth fry dozens at a time, and are used as utility fish for seeding waters. It lacks scales, like real life catfish, and has the unique life/death cycle of livebirthing pre-existing Gupp in a method of rebirth whereas all other Underworld fish have to wait to respawn upon being eaten. Thanks to its proximity to the surface, it tastes exactly like a regular river fish, just scaleless.

Scuffer - All fish in the Temple are sought-after for their unique overworld-ajacent taste, and the Scuffer even more so for its utility purposes; its tough and giant swim bladder can be made into high quality vellum, its toxin has many medicinal purposes useful to immortals, and its liver a fruity delicacy served raw. Other parts of its flesh are edible to anybody immortal/undead, but you still 'die' so its not recommended. A Scuffer's liver tastes reminiscent of a merlot thanks to its life spent swimming and feeding upon the Styx's floor. The adult ones can be as big as a pineapple.

Stonewal - Evolved from swordfish, and retains their migratory, aggressive behavior. They're an important part of the Underworld's ecosystem, because they regulate the population of any fish that make it too close to the surface world. Range wildly in size, from a modest foot long to as big as a bathtub. Usually cut into fillets and fried upon flat griddles, or served roasted on a rotating spit whole during feasts as a centerpiece. And like the previous two, they have utility purposes as well; their long, sturdy, but flexible bones are made into crafting tools, and weapons like bows and arrows.

CHAOS

Mati - Its appearance is a dead ringer to real life anglerfish fry, but it'll spend its whole life in their gelatinous, bloated form. As a fish of Chaos, it was borne from and represents sapient gaze; AKA, a gaze cast with intelligent emotion. Eating a boiled Mati has the texture of eating an old grape with a hard kernel within, and tastes like if fresh sea urchin was a yeasty porridge. Mati that can be caught are no bigger than a smartphone, but if you look into the distance, you can see car-sized ones.

Projelly - These fish spawn from Chaos like shed skin cells; unconsciously and ever continuing. They're unintelligent except for a minor nervous system that propels their bodies along in a purposeless compulsion. Which is what makes them hard to catch, since they float around too deep for a fisher to just scoop them up, but good luck trying to dredge one upon your hook. Pretty tasteless, but with a pleasant cartilage-y texture. Often served dried out as a snack, then re-hydrated or marinated to be chopped and plated cold with oil.

Voidskate - The biggest fish you can catch in-game. If you look closely, you'll notice that those table-sized Voidskates are seemingly swimming upside down, because when you cast a hook into their reality, you're actually pulling them down from where they fly in the air. Not only that, but their fishable state is their limbo life, and their 'dead, eaten' state is their actual life. They're a source of study from philosophers trying to learn more about life and death, but they never get far. Prepared by slicing into thick, dense steaks, then fried on grills. Has a sour, rich brightness like buttermilk.

#hades #supergiant games #hades supergiant #hades game

[meguwumibear]

a continuation of this piece tw vampire!sukuna, biting, blood, mild violence, brief descriptions of injury, implied dubcon/noncon, and as always let me know if ive missed anything!

The first bite is a warning.

The creature—Sukuna, he’ll tell you later—has whisked you away to his home or rather to his nest. To the beast’s credit, he had style. And money. Or at the very least he had the power to take whatever his still heart desired. Including this gaudy mansion. Including you.

He thinks you should be grateful. He could have sunk his teeth into you in that dingy, dirty alleyway. He could have bled you dry while he had you pressed against that dilapidating brick wall. But, determined not to disappoint you, he’d taken you home instead. He’ll fuck you in every room in his mansion twice before he lets you die. Maybe you wouldn’t be so disappointed then.

You haven’t stopped fighting him. It’s amusing really, that you think your cute little fingernails can do any real damage. Tomorrow maybe he’ll rip them from you one by one so that you are nothing but a weak, defenseless sack of cartilage. Tonight however, he savors each and every bite.

By the time he’s pinning your wrists to the mattress—another thing you should be thankful for really; you’re not only in his home, but in his well kept bed—your fingers and covered in his blood: all ten digits wet and cherry red from the substance. He vaguely worries about the silk sheets the two of you are about to ruin, but hey, he can always just steal more.

The first bite is a warning, but it draws blood.

You try your best not to whimper, so the resulting sound is a cross between a yelp and a hiss. His fangs may be razor sharp but they sting when they pierce the flesh of your neck. The blood that bubbles reluctantly to the surface is thick and metallic. Sukuna wastes no time pressing his tongue against the wound to stymie the flow. He’s reward with the bitter coppery taste of you.

He’s going to kill you slowly…if he kills you a all. He could keep you around for a year or two, teetering between this world and the next. Fatigued and half mad from blood loss. Desperate to die but unable to as he nurses you back to health only to drain you again and again and again.

The two hands not securing your wrists have your hips pinned to the mattress. He lets you struggle beneath him for a while, enjoying the way your body jerks around, back arching, veins puckering and straining against your vain, hopeless efforts to free yourself from his clutches. You’ll tire yourself out eventually. They always do.

The second bite is cruel.

He’s worked up quite an appetite watching you squirm. The bite is sudden and quick. Two needle-like fangs sink deep into your jugular, and this time you scream as he carelessly opens you up for him. Hot tears well in the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. When the first one falls, he wipes it away with a thumb.

You tense under the pressure. Muscles tightening in both pain and fear as he feasts on you. The sensation of being fed on is unnatural. After the initial bit of blood is pumped out of your body, the stream slows to a trickle, trying and failing to clot. Sukuna has to suck hard around the opened vein to keep his mouth full of your lifeblood.

In some stories, a vampire bite is accompanied with a release of venom into the human’s body. The toxins are supposed to make the human calmer, more receptive to the feeding. It’s supposed to dull the senses. Lessen the ache. The sensation should become enjoyable, even. Blurring the lines between pleasure and pain. Making the human want more.

If vampires actually possess such a venom, Sukuna has no intention of using it on you now. There’s no pleasure or high to accompany the hurt. Just the burn of your blood’s unnatural path. Sucked out of your body instead of pumped through it.

It doesn’t take long for your body to register the loss. Your mouth begins to dry and your head begins to throb, telltale signs that the monster before you cares not if you live or die. You try to take deep breaths as your vision begins to go fade.

“Aw, tapping out already, sweetheart?” Sukuna coos, nosing at your no doubt bruising neck. “Guess I’m not so disappointing after all. Shame the same can’t be said of you.”

He can feel your pulse weakening. If he doesn’t stop now, you won’t make it through the night.

“I-” you pant, breathless from blood loss, “I expected nothing more than this from you. It’s still me who’s disappointed in the end.”

It’s the wrong thing to say. The monster on top of you snarls as his grip tightens. There’s a searing white pain in your arm followed by a disembodied crack. Vaguely, your brain registers that Sukuna has broken your wrist. Both of them.

In pain and in tears; humans never look more beautiful. Sukuna watches sob after sob wreck your body. He licks at the crystalline drops that spill from your eyes savoring the salt of them. His own tear ducts are no longer capable of producing the substance. A part of being human he doesn’t miss.

“Poor thing,” he tuts, brushing his knuckles against your jaw. Your mouth is open, inviting as you cry, and he can’t help but stuff two of his long clawed fingers into it and rub them along your flat, omnivorous teeth.

Your face scrunches in disgust at the invasion. You visibly gag around the digits as he slips them further into your hot mouth, fingering the bumpy muscle of your tongue with the pads of his too cold fingers. The difference in your body temperatures is another dead give away that Sukuna is something more than dead but less than alive.

As the drool begins to dribble down the corners of your mouth, he arches an eyebrow at you as if to ask just what you’re going to do about the intrusion. And in response,

You bite.

#i have vampires on the brain #irl bestie is live texting me her thoughts on true blood #i think it's time for a rewatch #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #tw blood #tw injury #tw noncon #<- to be safe #but i should stress nothing beyond biting happens in this #though the biting is nonconsensual so

[deathmetalunicorn1]

So… Freyja!Reader x Nikola Telsa… the current that the goddess would give the scientist would send him to a paradise of pleasure~ NSFW? Please

-You smiled as your lips nibbled along Nikola’s ear, making him arch his back slightly, a shiver running up his spine, “And this?”

-He swallowed hard, his face flushed, hands gripping the sheets below him as you straddled his hips, having stripped him bare and you only in your panties now, slowly moving your hips along his hardened length.

-He clenched his eyes shut as you nipped his lobe, wanting an answer, “Nerve endings in the cartilage of my ear sending messages that it’s painful, but the released endorphins saying it feels good.”

-You giggled softly in his ear. He was always so much fun to rile up and have fun with, so much more than any of your previous partners.

-He tried to argue that everything has a scientific explanation, from his machines to your magic, as he didn’t believe your magic was that, thinking it was actually an advanced type of science that he had yet to understand how it worked.

-You weren’t cruel, however, not denying him his pleasure if he refused to say magic was real, as you weren’t going to force him, it was what he believed, and you had nothing against that.

-You peppered his cheek with soft kisses, making him hum quietly before you pressed your lips to his own and he groaned, kissing you back.

-You rolled your hips, a smile of delight appearing as he groaned loudly, his hips bucking into yours, making you mewl in delight at the friction.

-You sat up, smiling fondly down at your lover as he gazed up at you, looking at you like you were everything, it warmed your heart.

-Your hands cupped his cheeks, before moving slowly down, magic forming around your fingertips, vibrating as you slowly trailed them down his body, the temperature going from a pleasant warmth to an icy chill, making goosebumps appear.

-He choked out your name as your fingers circled his nipples, making you cry out as he bucked up hard, pleasure shooting through his body.

-His teeth clenched together, eyes wide before you continued down, the sensation igniting all of his nerves, he loved the feeling.

-You licked your lips, his eyes locked on your tongue which made you smile wickedly, “Oh~ what’s this~” he choked on his words as you slid down until you were looking at his throbbing cock.

-Nikola clutched the blankets tighter, gasping out your name as your hand, still alight with your magic enveloped his cock, sending light vibrations through him, making him throw his head back, a guttural groan leaving him, one that made your own back arch.

-You jacked him off, pumping him slowly, licking your lips, “Tell me my love, can you explain to me what I’m doing now?”

-He couldn’t form words, gasping out, begging you, pleading for more.

-You swallowed him, deep throating him to the base, your hand lowering to his balls as he all but screamed out your name, bucking his hips up, making you choke but you were quick to recover, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked up, vibrating your throat as you went.

-It was sloppy and savage, you felt so hot, and Nikola felt like his brain was melting, even more so as your hand trailed down, slowly circling his puckered entrance.

-He tried to beg you to stop, feeling like he was going to explode, but you didn’t your magic keeping his hands bound as two of your fingers entered carefully, making him moan loudly, “Please-please let- let me cum!!”

-Your fingertips vibrated against his prostate and Nikola’s vision went wide as he instantly came hard, filling your mouth to the point you couldn’t swallow it all.

-You pulled back, wiping your hands and mouth on the blanket, looking down at him as he twitched, on the brink of unconsciousness, gasping for air, he had never came so hard in life!

-You licked your lips, delighted to see him in such a way as your removed your panties, now wet with your own slick and you slowly crawled up his body, “Don’t pass out on me now, dear Nikola, you need to tell me what I’m doing now~”

-He swallowed hard, his eyes focusing as you grabbed his cock again, guiding it to your dripping hole, a plead looking in his eyes as you smiled down at him, ready for your own fun.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror tesla

[cosmicjoke]

What specific disabilities and medical problems do you think Levi experiences after the final battle? I find it astonishing he was able to survive at all, given how wounded he seemed initially after the thunder spear explosion and then how he aggravated those injuries and suffered new ones after the Battle of Heaven and Earth

Well, I'm no medical expert, so I can only give my very ill-informed impression of what I think Levi is dealing with, lol. But I think anyone can at least safely assume he's dealing with a lot.

Just obviously, his leg is clearly permanently damaged. Specifically, I think it's probably a problem with his knee, since that's apparently where the titan got a hold of him. The titan probably bit near clean through his leg, I'm guessing. It might have only been the metal harness from his ODM gear which managed to keep him from losing it entirely. I imagine he might have lost all of the cartilage in his knee, and probably also suffered severe breakage of the bones around that area. The bones were probably shattered, to be honest. All this would have only have been made worse by his continuing to fight afterward. I don't think Levi is paralyzed in any way, but he's probably suffering from pretty severe joint and knee pain, at the least, which probably has lead to all kinds of other issues. I imagine it's had a negative impact on his lower back and hips, for example. So Levi's need for a wheelchair, I think, probably comes from the fact that he's just in chronic pain, and can't be on his feet for very long anymore. It probably causes him a very large amount of discomfort to have to walk for any, real distance, though I assume he CAN still walk, albeit with a no doubt pronounced limp. It's probably just very hard for him, and so using the wheelchair is simply easier and better for his health overall.

As for Levi's other medical problems, well, we know he's lost the use of his right eye, leaving him blind on that side, which no doubt has a big effect on his depth perception and general awareness. I imagine that's got to be something that's really hard for Levi to get used to, not being able to tell when someone is coming up on him from the right. The close proximity he had to the thunderspear explosion probably also affected his hearing, though I'm not so sure about that one being permanent. But losing full sight in his right eye is going to make it more difficult for him to gauge where things are in relation to himself. That kind of thing can cause you to walk into doors or walls, or I imagine knocking things over that you're reaching for, etc...

I also know Levi suffered some pretty severe internal bleeding, and we can assume from that, that he suffered either severely lacerated or even ruptured organs. He no doubt required intensive surgery after all was said and done. That kind of physical trauma can't ever be fully recovered from, I don't think. It's probably had a big impact on his day to day life. I wouldn't be surprised if Levi needs to have regular doctor appointments just to make sure nothing is going wrong inside. That, on top of his disability, probably requires him to be extra careful with his body. He probably doesn't want to be taking any big falls or tumbles, for example. I think the physical trauma he's been through has probably left his body somewhat fragile.

And then there's his missing fingers, which no doubt had a very big impact on him. We don't realize how much we rely on our digits until we can no longer use them. Levi lost the middle and index fingers on his right hand, which is his dominant hand, I assume, so that would make things like writing and holding any sort of utensil or instrument much more difficult. It would make dressing and undressing more difficult (as would his bad leg). Even just turning pages in a book, or newspaper, would be much harder. Tying shoes, anything that requires minute precision with ones hands, etc... it would all just be harder for him. And again, that would be something that would be really difficult to get used to, no doubt.

I'm sure all of this had a terrible psychological impact on Levi too, especially when one considers that, for most of his life, he's been a physically superior person, stronger, faster, more coordinated, more athletic, than anyone. So to suddenly be faced with a life in which he can't do the things he once did with ease, to actually now be facing a life in which menial tasks which are easy for everyone else, are now daunting in their difficulty for him, must have been incredibly hard to adjust to and accept. I have no doubt Levi DID accept and adjust though, and didn't let it get him down or stop him from living a good and full life after the war, and I have no doubt either that Levi would do it all again if it meant he could saves lives. But there would have been a lot of adjustment, and no doubt there were days which were harder than others.

#Levi Ackerman #attack on titan #shingkei no kyojin

[blackswaneuroparedux]

The artist and the soldier: the unlikely friendship of Lucian Freud and Brigadier Andrew Parker Bowles

The painter makes real to others his innermost feelings about all that he cares for. A secret becomes known to everyone who views the picture through the intensity with which it is felt.

- Lucian Freud

Lucian Freud’s majestic The Brigadier, painted between 2003 and 2004, is a powerful, intimate, portrait of Brigadier Andrew-Parker Bowles, a dashing cavalry officer and ex-husband of  Queen Consort Camilla, and thus a venerable member of the British establishment and aristocracy.

Steeped in the traditions of military portrayals, Freud’s painting of a British army brigadier is transformed into a resolutely contemporary painting by his legendary attention to detail and lucid brushstrokes. It evokes the spirit of the grand military portraits that populate art history, yet in Freud’s hands the lucid brushstrokes produce a portrait that captures the contradictions of the modern world in a very contemporary way.

But the portrait also tells a story of a most unlikely friendship struck up by an artist and his subject. They made an unlikely pair: the roguish painter in his eighties, who famously enjoyed a flutter and a fight, and the highly decorated soldier with impeccable royal connections.

Although Freud died in 2011, Parker Bowles is always ready to share his story of his friendship with the uncompromising and difficult late artist. He most famously tells of one story when, “‘At one stage a group of Americans were taking flash photos, which Lucian hated, so he threw a bread roll at one of them. The man complained,’ recalls Parker Bowles. And how did you react? ‘Well,’ he pauses. ‘I was just a tiny bit embarrassed.’ Luckily, the proprietor was on hand to mediate. ‘He came over and said to the American, “I’m terribly sorry but Mr Freud is allowed to do that.” That was it.’ That always gets a bellyful laugh out of the ex-brigadier Andrew Parker Bowles (APB as he’s often tagged).

If you visit Parker Bowles’ cottage in the Cotswolds, you’ll see many interests bits of memorabilia. The last British Union flag that flew in Rhodesia, where he served, is resting on a radiator. Nestled on a shelf amidst medals and trophies is a small bottle of stitches preserved in brine – wrenched from Parker Bowles’ back after he broke it during the hurdle race at Ascot. In another is a lump of cartilage extracted from his knee and pickled for posterity (the culmination of rugby knocks and jumping out of a plane). All, in their own way, are emblems of the rugged masculinity and swashbuckling adventure he exudes even at 83 years old. One can see why the irascible Lucian Freud liked him.

But in the corner of one room are photographs of his old friend, Lucian Freud. They hang next to a bronze bust of Freud’s head and a framed letter: ‘My dear Andrew, since even your more foolish actions have their reasons – why is it that I haven’t seen you for so long? Can we have a ride, a drink, a jaunt or a fight? Please write. Lucian.’

The pair first met in 1983, when Parker Bowles, then Commanding Officer of the Household Cavalry Mounted Regiment, received a request from Lucian Freud, who wanted to paint a horse. Parker Bowles chose the horse he thought was best at staying still and Lucian painted away. ‘When he finished, he gave the trooper holding the horse a sketch and said, “Don’t just throw it away, if you want to sell it, go to my agent and he’ll buy it off you.”’ With the money, the trooper bought a house. ‘A rather nice start. I got nothing as a result,’ says Parker Bowles in mock dismay. ‘Except I got to know him.’

Before long, a friendship blossomed. Together, they’d go riding, galloping around Hyde Park, Freud’s scruffy suit covered in paint, his white silk scarf billowing in the wind. ‘Freud wouldn’t wear a hard hat. So it would be me chasing after him, trying to slow him down. Him going flat out.’

Over the years, they’d visit the National Portrait Gallery at night, which would be opened especially for Freud. They went to Paris for an exhibition and to Ireland to see Freud’s bookmaker, who had accrued more than 20 pictures in lieu of gambling debts. They watched the Ascot races, and ‘as I recall, he lost a million pounds betting.’ Eventually Freud stopped gambling. ‘When I asked why, he said, “Well, now I have enough money.” The joy and fun was being short of money and losing it and having people hammering on his door.’ Those debtors, it was said, included the notorious East End gangsters, the Krays.

And yet, amongst all the liveliness, Freud also found the time to work prolifically. He painted well into his eighties, burning through sittings - a nude mother one morning, her nude daughter in the afternoon. Perhaps it was only inevitable that one day the bell would toll for Andrew Parker-Bowles.

It was 2003. At first APB said no. he said, “Look, I have things to do.”’ He had recently left the army and was putting together a few business prospects. No matter, said Freud: “It will only take a few months. It’s a head and shoulders.”’

They’d talked about James Jacques Tissot’s glamorous portrait in the National Portrait Gallery of Colonel Fred Burnaby, a moustachioed war hero who served in the same regiment as Parker Bowles. It would be the inspiration.

So APB went back to the Knightsbridge Barracks and borrowed his old uniform. To his surprise, he discovered that it no longer fitted as comfortably. ‘I’d put on a bit of weight, or otherwise it’d shrunk,’ APB would laugh at recalling his embarrassment. ‘The first morning it was so hot, and the uniform was so tight, I undid it. That’s when Freud said, “That’s it, hold it, that’s what we want.”’

The three-month mark came and went, and the picture continued to grow in size. As APB would recall, ‘He kept on adding canvas. My heart sunk. Soon it was seven feet high.’

By his own admission he was a fidgety sitter and Freud was ‘incredibly slow.’ Parker Bowles got by with plenty of Diet Coke and regular breaks. ‘As you can see from the picture I had rather an inane look on my face. You can’t have someone smiling because you can’t hold a smile for 18 months.’

Freud liked to work in silence. ‘Every so often he would come quite close to you.’ He gestures his hand to his nose. ‘Look at you, and go back.’

When Freud wanted to rest, he’d stop and talk. ‘But then he wouldn’t paint. One was torn between wanting him to get on with it and listening to what he had to say about things.’

At one stage Parker Bowles caught a glimpse of the portrait He didn’t like APB seeing what he’d done, but it was such a big picture that APB couldn’t help but look at it, and complained that his friend had been unkind in the likeness of his size. Freud gleefully painted an extra inch of fat on to Parker Bowles’ middle. ‘He did it to shut me up.’

Freud’s tempers were infamous, yet he and Andrew never argued. ‘Discussions yes, arguments no. In his relationships, the minute something went wrong, he’d cut you off and wouldn’t ever speak to you again. Luckily, he didn’t do it to me. But he did with some of the girls he painted.’

Instead, Freud was ‘great company’ and a routine emerged. ‘It would be breakfast at Clarke’s, then we’d go back and I’d climb into my uniform. Even if he was just painting my face, he still wanted me to wear the whole uniform.’ Lunch might be at Clarke’s again and then back to the studio. If it sounds intense, it wasn’t constant: twice weekly for the sittings. ‘Then he’d wheel in the next victim.’

The starriest of these included Jerry Hall and Kate Moss, though perhaps one of Freud’s most talked-about paintings, unveiled in 2001, was of the late Queen Elizabeth II. Many were critical of the royal portrait, which was, even by the most anodyne description, unforgiving. One newspaper called it a ‘travesty’. Parker Bowles is more sanguine about it. He said in one interview, ‘You have to say it’s accurate. I once asked Her Majesty, the Queen what she thought about Mr Freud’s picture and she replied, “Very interesting.” Which is a very clever answer, really.’

And what of his own portrait? Did it require diplomacy? After 18 long months the oil painting was finished and titled The Brigadier. One critic described the painting as ‘insolent’, ‘scathing’ and ‘melancholic’. He went on to describe its subject as looking ‘saddened and wiped out’. Flattering? Admittedly perhaps not, but a masterpiece, said many. Parker Bowles - who divorced Camilla in 1995 - was a fan of the work, and the painting’s naturalism is one of the reasons why it is so popular. Parker Bowles might have bought it. Instead, it was installed in someone else’s house and eventually sold by Christie’s in 2015 for $35m – a record figure.

Andrew Parker Bowles has always been stoic about missing on buying his own portrait but he lacked the funds by a country mile on his military pension and other holdings. He conceded that he didn’t fancy the idea of, “a seven-foot picture of myself looking rather red-faced and fat wasn’t my idea of fun”.

So there’s no Brigadier hanging in the Cotswolds, but a picture of a friendship emerges and endures. Freud lived to be 88. Parker Bowles went to see his friend as he lay dying in the summer of 2011. Three of his daughters were there; Freud had 14 acknowledged children. Parker Bowles went in. He was unconscious and APB held his hand. They went next door with Freud’s assistant David Dawson and their Irish friend Pat Doherty, whom Freud had also painted, and they had dinner and Freud died that night.

Andrew Parker Bowles continues to have fond memories of his most unlikely friendship with one of Britain’s distinguished artists. He said once in a newspaper profile. ‘Freud was a fascinating man. I wouldn’t say he was a particularly kind man, he was often quite cruel. But his whole life was painting, really, right to the end.’

#freud #lucian freud #quote #art #artist #portrait #the brigadier #aesthetics #andrew parker-bowles #parker bowles #soldier #household cavalry #royalty #aristocracy #nobility #establishment #essay

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Bound, Part 8

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Frustration curled under her skin.

She was trying to spar with Chat Noir to learn not to take as many hits and how to leverage her height and stature better… but it was kinda hard when there were deep crescents being dug into her arm. Not enough for it to really hurt, but it was distracting. And, the longer she went on, the deeper the nails began to sink in.

Apparently, her soulmate was frustrated, too.

Well, maybe they should hold off on getting into one of their dumb, random fights for a couple minutes until she was done. It wouldn’t take that much longer.

An unexpected, light hit between her shoulders sent her stumbling forward, right into a punch Chat Noir had been aiming for her nose.

She couldn’t block in time.

A loud curse left her as she brought her hands up to cradle her now-bleeding nose. Her ears rang and her eyes watered, but she could barely concentrate on any of that when her partner was apologizing profusely.

She slowly removed a hand, her red gloves stained with maroon, and held it flat to Chat Noir in a kind of ‘wait’ motion. “Wasn’ you, was m’soulma –.” Blood slipped into her mouth as she spoke and she gagged, pressing her lips together as thinly as she could.

Another hit came to her, a phantom scrape of a knife coming way too close to cutting open her soulmate.

She would have sighed if it wasn’t for the blood dripping over her mouth.

She concentrated on the cartilage in her nose. It was getting easier and easier to fix things, but she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. Either way, it meant that within seconds her only real problem was wiping away the red smeared beneath her nose so she could speak properly again. “I think we’re done for the day,” she said between swipes of her hand. “They’re in a fight.”

“Again?” He said, his eyebrows knitting.

She shrugged. “Yeah.”

A familiar expression made its way across his face. She rolled her eyes.

“Chat, I promise I wouldn’t lie about this. Especially not to get out of sparring. This may surprise you, but I actually want to learn to mitigate the hits that I can.”

His eyes widened and he waved his hands, trying to make up for his blunder, spouting apologies and excuses like they were going out of style. He couldn’t quite bring his gaze to meet hers, instead he kept it firmly below her face, around her neck and shoulders – or maybe he was just looking at her red string. But she didn’t care anymore, not really. Partially because she was used to it, and she would probably be skeptical herself if she was in his shoes. But mostly because she had bigger problems.

Remember when she had said someone had tried to cut her soulmate open? Just a few moments ago? Yeah, no, you can officially get rid of the ‘tried to’.

She hissed, trying not to curl in on herself too much as a knife sunk between her ribs. She had a sudden urge to cough. Copper touched her tongue, and her stomach screamed its distaste of the flavor. Anxiety began to claw its way up her throat, blocking her airflow. Breathing, something she had been doing literally since she was born, became difficult.

Oh. Her soulmate had punctured a lung. Fun.

She took a long, rattling breath in. She considered just letting her legs give out and laying across the ground. Her legs trembled, as if agreeing that this was her best option. And then pain flared through her legs, scraping up her knees, and she was quick to follow her soulmate to the ground.

Solidarity, or whatever, for her soulmate’s final moments. It would be the most they’d been in sync in their objectives since they’d been born. That would be fitting.

A hand slapped across her face and, for a moment, she was sure that it was because of her soulmate.

But then there were hands on her shoulders and she was looking up at Chat Noir. Her ears were ringing. She could only stare blankly at him, watching his jaw move up and down and up and down…

Oh, she should probably listen to him, huh?

She blinked through the haze of tears and pain, trying to force herself to catch anything he was saying:

“Your string! It moves right before one of you gets hurt! I think it’s like a telephone line, the pain – or whatever – has to travel down it before it gets to you!”

Her eyes widened. She looked at the string and, indeed, it was just barely wiggling even as she held herself perfectly still. Usually, she wasn’t paying too much attention to it outside of times of rest, for times of terror were typically ones where she was distracted with something far more pressing than a string she saw every second of every day – namely making sure she didn’t die, or dealing with the crippling pain sent over from her loving soulmate. But now that she was forcing herself to focus, she could see the slight ripples traveling over the line in time with the waves of pain that rolled over her, threatening to drag her under. She wanted desperately to succumb to the water, to let it close in over her head. Breathing was so hard. Why try? Why fight something she had no control over?

She clenched her hands. Fingers dug into her skin, tiny crescents forming. The string did a weird curl as the twinge of pain struggled to rush past the throbbing her soulmate was sending her way.

But it worked.

Marinette smiled. This… this was good. She could finally prepare herself for attacks, at least somewhat. Sure, it wouldn’t be of much help during fights, but if she kept track of her red string she wouldn’t have to worry about pain catching her off guard at all hours of the day.

Her smile lessened slowly.

“That’s helpful, but…” she trailed off with a wince as the wound in her side was jostled slightly, her fingers curling around a knife she couldn’t see.

“But?” He prompted, his smile fading slightly. She felt a little bad.

“Won’t be much help. I think they’re dying,” she admitted. And she didn’t really know how she felt about that. It wasn’t a good thing, she didn’t think. But, also, wasn’t it? Why should she care? She had already decided a long time ago that she didn’t really want to meet her soulmate – why would she want to meet someone that was constantly getting in fights for what seemed like no reason at all, they didn’t seem like the most pleasant person to be around – so if they died now what difference would that make? It would probably make her life easier, honestly.

But, if that was true, then why was she so sure that some of the terror making her curl into a tight ball was her own?

~

They lived.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about that, either.

~

Another day over, another akuma defeated. Another night past, another smattering of bruises and slashes she didn’t earn sitting beneath her skin.

She rolled her shoulder and grimaced when, despite the magic she attempted to channel beneath her skin, it refused to slip back into place. The pain was because of her soulmate, then. Fine. That was fine. Sure, that was very inconvenient because she had been fighting with someone else’s injury, but whatever.

Marinette totally didn’t care that every petty fight her soulmate got in (and, wow, were they getting in more and more these days) endangered not just her life, but the lives of every person in Paris. Why would she care about that?

It wasn’t like millions of people were watching her every move every time she went out as Ladybug. It wasn’t like she could hear the whispers of the citizens, wondering why the Parisian heroes were taking so long to find and capture Hawkmoth. It wasn’t like she was dooming the world if she ever dared to make a misstep too large because losing her miraculous meant that she would be unable to fix the damage done to the city during every akuma attack.

… okay, so maybe the weight of the whole city struggling to balance on her tiny, young shoulders was starting to get to her.

Not that it hadn’t been getting to her before, but suddenly the weight of it all felt crushing. She felt like Atlas, struggling to keep the sky and the earth apart. But, unlike Atlas, she was no god. She was just a tiny little bug that had been chosen by one.

It was a wonder she hadn’t been crushed yet.

But it would happen soon enough. She could feel her back beginning to break under the weight of it all and she was sure that she would snap soon enough.

She wasn’t sure how she would end up if that happened, and she was terrified to find out, but it wasn’t like she could avoid that fate, not really.

Sure, technically she could rip her earrings out and toss them into the sea. Go back to the way things were. She could be a regular civilian again, she was sure of it. She could unbind herself from the kwami, break the deal, and go back to stressing about how she wasn’t sure she could get a job in the future when it was a chore to move on most days. God, she had never thought she would be wishing for those days where her future was uncertain… but now that she could see the answer right there in front of her, now that she knew that she would be spending the supposed ‘best years of her life’ fighting a hopeless battle against a faceless man and his never ending supply of minions, she wanted desperately to go back to not knowing. Sure, a leap of faith is terrifying to jump into, but it was far less terrifying than watching the ground get ever-closer at the bottom. She wanted to squeeze her eyes shut again, to go back to letting the ground creep up on her with no clue when she was going to shatter.

And, yes, technically she could beg Chat Noir to cataclysm the rope binding her to her soulmate, potential consequences be damned. Sure, even touching it sent her to the floor, her screams struggling to squeeze past the string pulled taut around her neck. But if it worked then she would be free. And if she died then she wouldn’t be in pain anymore.

Those were options.

But, ultimately, she was a coward. She couldn’t bear the idea of going back to feeling pain race through her at random hours without the buffer of her kwami there to lessen it – especially not now, when the nightly occurrences had ramped up to several injuries an hour on her soulmate’s worst days – and she couldn’t risk knocking on death’s door in hopes of asking him for a set of really good scissors.

She wanted to be normal.

She just wanted one thing to give. But she was pretty sure that that ‘one thing’ was going to be her.

Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, frustration balling in her throat just below the angry, irritated red line that was her string of fate.

She wanted to scream. But doing so would risk Hawkmoth taking notice of her and she couldn’t just let him win. Not when he was the source of a good half of her frustration. Sorry, Hawkmoth, if you wanted her to hand over her miraculous willingly then maybe you should have tried being less of a terrible person.

Marinette fought the urge to tense as she heard quiet footsteps make their way over, instead continuing to stare out at the sky. The chances of it being an akuma were low, it hadn’t even been ten minutes since they had gotten rid of the last one and Hawkmoth wasn’t usually one to expend his energy like that. So it was likely either a Parisian or…

She heard a quiet squeak of faux leather. Chat Noir.

“Chaton,” she greeted quietly, still not looking over. Not because of anything to do with him, really, but because she rather liked what she was looking at already. She could see the Eiffel Tower stretching up over the skyline, brilliant lights bright against the dark sky.

Chat Noir hopped up onto the banister. He started walking along, hands held out for balance. He didn’t stand still often, she had noticed. But it was kind of nice to see someone who was so willing to keep moving forward when she couldn’t so much as look in that direction without feeling sick to her stomach.

“M’ladybug. Nice night out.”

“Gonna be honest, I think it would’ve been nicer without the akuma.”

He snorted. “Yeah, I guess all the screaming does kinda drown out all the crickets, doesn’t it?”

She raised an eyebrow, glancing over. “You like the sound of crickets?”

“Soothing, don’t you think?”

“I’ve always thought they were kind of grating,” she shrugged, her eyes finding their way right back to the tower in the distance. “And bugs are gross, anyways.”

“I’m going to tell the press that the Coccinelle doesn’t actually like bugs. They’ll have a field day.”

She gasped in false horror. “Oh no! What will I do? My perfect reputation, smeared!”

He laughed lightly, wobbling a little where he stood on the banister with the force of his amusement, but he didn’t fall.

It was silent for a moment as the two miraculous holders enjoyed the relative silence of the city. It was always like that right after an akuma attack.

People talk so much about the calm before the storm that they forget to fully appreciate the quiet relief that came with the storm’s end.

“I tried baking,” Chat Noir eventually said, slowing to a stop.

She tipped her head to the side. “Was it nice?”

“Uh… well… I tried to make macaroons and…” he trailed off with an awkward laugh.

“It didn’t go well?”

He did that same, awkward laugh again and she couldn’t help the slightly fond smile that came over her face.

“Yeah, macaroons are pretty high level when it comes to baking… try cookies, instead. Chocolate chip or something.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

And then he dropped to sit on the railing, crossing one leg over the other. “So… sparring. Do you think you’re up for it today?”

She couldn’t help but blush under her mask. It was a little embarrassing to have someone ask whether she could handle something, but she knew he had a point. As she took stock of her soulmate’s injuries tugging under her skin, she decided it would be better not to make things worse.

“Nah,” she said reluctantly, leaning more heavily against the bannister. It didn’t help much, but it was something.

“How bad is it?”

A gunshot wound in her side, a couple of knife slashes along her forearms, so many stray punches and kicks that it would be easier to list where they weren’t…

“Amazing,” she said sarcastically.

She felt bad about it when he winced, but she shoved that down fast enough.

He glanced away. “You fight well for someone who’s always in pain.”

“Well, if I wasn’t always in pain then I wouldn’t be fighting at all,” she muttered.

She hadn’t really intended for him to hear, but he did. Luminescent green eyes widened and he looked over.

“That’s what you’re doing this for? To numb it?”

She nodded, reaching up to point at the red digging into the skin of her neck. “Isn’t it obvious?”

His eyes traced it for a moment before flicking away. “Right, right…”

“What did you…?” She hesitated. She was a little curious about what could convince someone like Chat Noir to give up so much, but was it too far to ask? Probably not, he had found out about what her wish was…

“Isn’t it obvious?” He parroted her.

She cringed and looked at the ground. Yeah. It was.

He closed his eyes, tipping his head back. “To shitty soulmates and shittier families.”

“Here here,” she said, raising her hand in a mock toast.

It was silent once again, but this pause wasn’t nearly as comforting.

Chat Noir’s lips parted for a moment as he hesitated, and then he turned to look at her. “We should say screw them.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Trust me, Chat. I say far worse things than ‘screw you’ towards my soulmate every day.”

“Nonono, not like that…” He swallowed thickly. “When all of this… Hawkmoth stuff is over, we should ignore them. I’ll be your soulmate – platonically, obviously – and you’ll be my family. We can figure out how to get rid of your soulbond, and I can get myself emancipated, and we can be okay. It can be just us, right?”

He held a hand out for her.

She stared at it. The idea of it… it was amazing. She wanted nothing more than to put all the soulmate stuff behind her, to never meet the person that had made her entire life miserable, to have no way to ever find them. But was it realistic? Hadn’t the universe proven time and time again that it had never cared about what she wanted? It was too good to be true, and therefore there was no way that it could be.

But she wanted to believe.

So she took the hand.

Their fingers laced together.

And they pretended, just for that night, that they had the power to make that deal work out.

~

Tim sighed, cracking his knuckles over and over as if that would help his fingers. Angry red lines dug their way into his skin where his soulmate had… he had no clue, really. Cut their fingers into tiny pieces? Frozen their hands and then went at them with a hammer? What could cause lines like that?

But the exact way his soulmate had decided to make his life harder wasn’t really important, because he was too busy glaring at the BugOut app.

This was getting ridiculous.

How the hell was his soulmate getting hurt so consistently? He was pretty sure they were getting hurt every akuma attack. That was statistically improbable.

The only way for that to happen would be if they were…

… okay, well, he figured out something he had in common with his soulmate.

He pulled up a picture of the two Parisian heroes. From a website called the Ladyblog.

Tim tipped his head to the side, considering them both silently. One of them was his soulmate. Which one…?

His eyes caught on the yoyo on Ladybug’s hip.

He ran his thumbs over the red lines on his hands that were starting to fade as Ladybug did her famous Miracle Cure.

Huh.

He squinted at her picture some more, zooming in to crop Chat Noir out as if that would change something fundamental about it. He wasn’t quite sure what he was looking for, but he knew he was waiting. Something was supposed to happen, right? He was supposed to look at her and just understand. Maybe he expected for it to go like the movies depicted it, where it was love at first sight.

… but it wasn’t. She was objectively pretty and had a reputation for being smart, he knew that, but there wasn’t anything in him that screamed it was her. That this was The One.

And he wasn’t even sure if he even wanted that. He didn’t want to feel forced into loving someone.

Yet he was disappointed. Because that meant that he would have to attract her in some way and if there was anything that the past few years had proven it was that no one ever stuck by him for long.

He sighed.

A chin dropped onto his shoulder. “Is that your crush –?”

Tim screeched and threw the phone, jolting away from Dick Grayson as if the man had just electrocuted him. After all, he had been shocked.

The man wheezed out a laugh that sounded like a kettle going off. He had to lean against the bench to stop himself from falling over. “I didn’t think I’d be right.”

“Shut up!” Tim said, ever the genius when it came to comebacks. His face felt hot. “It’s not like that!”

“Oh, so I’m supposed to just believe that you suddenly took an interest in Parisian heroes because?” Dick teased, prodding him in the side playfully.

Tim scowled at the wall. “I’m leaving. I’m going to go make a little rucksack with a stick and a cloth with all my clothes inside, and then I’m going to go and join them. Maybe they’ll be less terrible to me. This is practically child abuse, I’ll have you know. I hate you. I’m going to run away.”

“Oh nooooo,” Dick said, completely unbothered. He slung an arm around Tim’s shoulders, putting just enough weight on him to be annoying but not enough to actually hurt. “Would an after-patrol trip to the donut shop change your mind?”

Tim thought about it.

His ‘friendship’ with Dick – which was really because they were coworkers more than anything, he knew – wouldn’t last. Going out with him and bonding and whatever now would only mean more pain later when he left like everyone else did… but he could enjoy it for now. He would take what he could get, because he would never get anything better.

(Also, he really liked donuts.)

“Yeah.”

~~~

Next part

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#look guys things are going well for the kids for once #:) #anyways #bound #maribat #tim drake #red robin #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #timari #timmari #timinette #shutterbug

[lostinfantasyworlds]

Hello dear!!! Can you tell me about any of the WIPs that you have not been asked about yet?

🃏Dealer's Choice!🃏

Hi @neutronstarchild!!! Thank you so so much for asking!! 💕There is actually only one WIP that hasn't been asked about yet (you all are too kind 🥺😭 ❤️), and that would be the UTNL PWP New Year's Eve oneshot!

For anyone who has read Under the Northern Lights, this fits into the timeline of the epilogue. (**Spoilers ahead if you haven’t read**)There is a line where Inuyasha and Kagome both assume that Moroha was conceived on New Year’s Eve night, so I decided to expand that into its own oneshot, because apparently I didn’t write enough porn into that story already 😂

Here’s some details:

Inuyasha and Kagome have been separated for almost a week due to conflicting work assignments

Kagome arrives home in a tizzy because her flight was delayed, meaning they have to rush to make it to Yugen’s NYE/anniversary party, where she is supposed to give a speech

Kagome’s scent is extra appealing to Inuyasha that night for whatever reason (*ahem* prime baby-making time), and he really wants to welcome his wife home the right way...but they sadly don’t have time

Sexual tension builds and builds throughout the party, until they’re finally able to leave....and we all know what happens then

There are several references/similarities to the “Dessert” chapter of UTNL (minus the ending lol)

I’ve got pretty much all of it written (currently around 7.5k), but I’ve been trying to push myself with the smut writing, and have lots of editing to do, so at this point I probably won’t end up posting it until NYE rolls around again at the end of 2022.

Until then, I have a semi-rough snippet to share! Below the cut because it’s a bit filthy (although the full version is much filthier😏)

Thanks again, Neutron!! ❤️

Full list of WIPs here

Making sure that Inuyasha (and no one else) was watching her, Kagome extracted the straw from her frozen daiquiri and set about removing the excess slush by seductively running the flat of her tongue up the length of it. Ending with a slight flick for theatricality’s sake, she then inserted half of the straw into her mouth before slowly pulling it out, keeping her cheeks hollowed in the way she would if it were his cock she was sucking. She maintained searing eye contact the entire time, watching him closely to see if she was succeeding in further riling him up.

He had a good poker face, she’d give him that. 

It was only because she knew her husband so well that she was able to detect the telltale tensing of his jaw, the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard, and the way his pupils had blown out wide enough to almost completely cover his amber irises. Otherwise, he appeared perfectly calm and collected as he finished the last sip of his drink and set the empty glass back on the bar, keeping their gazes locked and a slight smirk on his lips but saying nothing. 

Kagome frowned when he pushed his stool back from the bar and stood up, starting to wonder if she had actually had the desired effect on him after all. 

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” Inuyasha replied shortly as he walked around the back of her bar stool.

Kagome’s pouting was cut short when she felt the heat of his large hand through the fabric of her dress at the small of her back. Leaning over so that his lips hovered right above her ear, he let his hot breath fan across it for a moment before giving her cartilage a playful nip that was just hard enough to make her jump a little.

“Either we get outta here real soon…”

Oh god, he was doing that sexy rumbly thing with his voice that was totally unfair.

“...Or I’m takin’ you out on the balcony, bending you over the railing, and not giving a shit if anyone sees us fuck. Your choice.”

Inuyasha punctuated his statement by briefly tracing the inner shell of her ear with his tongue, causing a delightful shiver to ripple down her spine that set her heart racing. He pressed the pads of his fingers into her lower back before standing up straight and walking away, leaving her with an ache between her thighs that was almost unbearable now. She crossed her legs a little tighter and bit her lip, trying and failing to contain the heat rising within her.

Damn, he was good.  

Before rounding the corner, he glanced back over his shoulder to flash her a cocky smirk, well aware of exactly what he had just done to her. 

Kagome realized then that she probably should have thought twice before teasing him so much, considering that he always seemed to win these little public games she started. Maybe she’d had a little too much to drink, but for a moment she genuinely considered following him to the bathroom and sucking him off in one of the stalls. Not being too keen on the idea of one of their coworkers potentially finding her on her knees in a public bathroom, however, made that plan a no go. 

Maybe she’d just actually take him up on his offer to bend her over the balcony, because fuck if that didn’t sound incredibly hot at the moment. She absentmindedly toyed with her straw as she stared out the window at the spot in question, wondering if it was possible to get away with it without getting caught. 

Midnight was starting to seem much too far away…

#wip #wip game #utnl #under the northern lights #here have some filth

[skeletap]

...Anymore Spinal Tap speculative biology facts?

um... i guess Thornimp biology lesson

Thornimps are the tallest people in Eternia, with a narrow range of height from 6ft 8in shortest to 7ft 4in tallest. Spinal Tap is considered pretty tall even to Thornimps. Their children are average humanoid heights throughout childhood, then they get a really wicked growth spurt in puberty.

They aren't mammalian like Eternians/Gars. But, in Eternia there's really no defined lines of "reptilian/mammalian/avian/etc etc" the way it is on Earth. Peoples in Eternia aren't separate species and are all biologically compatible with each other.

The red dots are his whole eyes. he has two sets of eyelids which can make him go to slits or half-lidded. theyre meant to help with keeping lava out of one's eyes when swimming in it, but also help for emoting. They don't have any eye whites, their entire eye is their iris + pupil.

Feathers, not hair. all Thornimps have crests which can stand up to express certain emotions depending on how wispy or chunky it is, wispy strands are usually when happy/pleased/aroused, big chunky pieces show they're scared/upset/nervous, and a full-on-mohawk is a threat display. Their crests also press down flat when they're in distress or pain.

Um.. males have.. um, two, um, two of them. They're not weird or anything and are like normal humanoid ones but have bumps underneath that serve no real purpose. I only bring this up because it's been mentioned in a fic, Skeletor is a very happy man.

They have sharp taloned feet like a raptor, but don't actually have "raptor legs" even if they're described as such. They just stand on their tip-toes because it's kind of difficult to walk flat footed for them. They can run and climb pretty quick, though.

Thornimps usually have large feathered wings. However, it is very common to be born without a set. Spinal Tap was born without wings. They can't really "fly" fly, since they have solid bones and thus too heavy to take flight. "Flying" consists of using them to force a high jump, then gliding for the rest of the descent.

Thornimps have a diet primarily of gigantic shellfish and insects. Their jaws and teeth are strong enough to crack through hard shells. They also really love sweet stuff like fruit and candy. If you give a Spinal Tap a cookie...

The gray/beige parts of their skin are smooth but tough scales, while the white is soft skin. This is an exception with their white horns and joint spikes, which are bone and cartilage respectively.

Thornimps can hiss and purr. Hissing is mad, purring is happy. Purring sounds kind of like the low rumbling of thunder in the distance, so it's commonly referred to as "rumbling".

#spinal tap and fiends

[pumpkinsnhollyhock]

Rose Quartz Dawn Chapter 03

Rose Quartz Dawn Chapter 03 - Hexproof Chapter Rating: NSFW! Minors 🚫 DNI Summary: Decisions are made. Read the full Chapter 03 on ao3! Likes comments and reblogs appreciated :]

•   ° ┈.·:·.┈┈  °   •    +   •   °  ┈┈.·:·.┈ °   •

          - ドキドキ -          ⌞ •  ドキドキ  • ⌝  

⌜ •  ドキドキ  • ⌟           - ドキドキ -

          ⌞ •  ドキドキ  • ⌝           - ドキドキ - 

- ドキドキ -           ⌜ •  ドキドキ  • ⌟ 

Their hearts beat together within her, synchronized pounding reverberating like the drums of war. 

Fuck. 

His thumb traced circles on the little pocket between her thumb and forefinger, making it hard to breathe. He wasn’t looking at her, but she could feel his anxiety pulsing through her. Could he feel hers? 

The war raging inside her was tumultuous, blood pounded against her ears, flaming red flags waving in her mind. 

She was clearly about to walk into some shady shit. Not that she was a total stranger to dicey situations, but this, this was real villainous territory. 

And yet. 

Beneath her dull panic, beneath the sprinkling of reason and the seedlings of guilt, was a deep rooted want to please, a need to help. And worse, a curious, tantalizing desire to dive in head first, to step in front of traffic, to stick her hands right in the flames. 

The question had been her last line of defense, his answer deciding whether she moved forward. 

⌜ •  °  Mmmm  •  ° ⌟ 

His eyes rose to meet hers as if they weighed a ton, red gemstones piercing her to the bone, crystalline pools in which she would surely drown. 

The decision was already made. 

Her gaze fell to his lips subconsciously, and she was gifted the hint of a smirk as he stepped slightly closer to her, her back nearly pressed against the door. 

She released his hands regrettably, twisting the door open with one hand, her fingers of the other grasping his sweatshirt as, shakily, she pulled him over the threshold. 

⌜ •  Hope  • ⌟

He’d reached for her, stepping into her and pulling her closer by the waist, and she gasped slightly as his palm met her flesh, melting through her shirt like butter. 

Dully, she registered her shock at seeing his Quirk in person, but her nerves crackled like a bonfire, dizzy with how they suddenly shared the same air. 

"Watch the shirt, Dusty, it's new," she breathed. 

⌜ •  savage twisted pleasure  • ⌟

Her breath caught in her chest as the deliciously warm emotion pulsed through her, making her hair stand on end. 

"Just making some improvements."

The door closing was like a gunshot in the otherwise silent space. 

Her limbs seemed to have a mind of their own, her hands gripping onto the black fabric like a vice as she eased backward, kicking off her shoes and stepping up into the apartment. He followed tightly to her, nose to nose when she ascended the small step, his other hand mirroring the grip on her waist. 

"I want to be very clear about one thing," she whispered. 

⌜ •  want  • ⌟

"Heh, what's that," his laughing breath now tracing up her jawline. 

Trying to keep her voice steady, she plowed on, "It is my intention and my duty in the line of hero work –" inhaling sharply as she felt his tongue on her earlobe. 

"Go on," his lips teased against her skin, his teeth gently raking across the soft cartilage. 

"– to do—ahm—all in my power to serve my community—ahh," her voice catching again as he kissed down her neck, her grip on him tightening, willing him nearer, "– and to aid all those within my reach—nyuh—" 

The force of him pulling her hips into him robbed her of what little breath she had left. 

"Are you going to save me, hero?" his lips whispered against hers. 

⌜ •  WANT  • ⌟

Kyouyuu was nearly lost in the effects of her Quirk, her nerves roiling in a cocktail of fear, shame, and desire. 

"Ye–" her answer cut off as their mouths met, hot and forceful. 

⌜ •  crave  • ⌟ 

He walked her backwards, one hand still on her waist, the other at her jaw, possessively directing her face to give him better access to her open mouth, before she was slammed backward into the opposite wall, both grunting with effort. 

His body pressed hard against hers, pinning a thigh between her own, as her hands shot to his hips, pulling him, begging him to be closer still. And his, roaming beneath her shirt and ripping it over her head, the fabric falling in tatters to the floor. 

His pleasure rocked through her as he drank in her form pinned to the wall, squirming for him, as his hands roamed the plains of her skin, fingertips tracing adoring paths through the gooseflesh that surged to meet his exploratory touch. 

Ataeyuko was humming through her whole body. 

"Guess you won't have to struggle with the clasp," she chuckled just before her bra vaporized. 

He growled in amusement at her weak teasing coupled with the sight of her topless and caged beneath him. 

⌜ •  n e e d  • ⌟ 

She rose onto her toes, either her Quirk or depraved instinct anticipating his hands gripping the plush of her quads and lifting her, and locked her ankles behind his back. She kissed every inch of him she could reach as he carried her roughly down the hall, once carving a chasm in the drywall when he briefly lost his balance. 

Her hands threaded through his hair as he found her room, and fingers grasped and dragged that baggy sweatshirt easily over his head with her as he tossed her down on the bed. 

In the absence of skin-to-skin contact, a sharp hysterical laugh threatened to escape her throat at the image of her defenseless body, nipples to the wind, sprawled on her unmade, laundry-covered bed before a clearly unstable and quietly violent man-child. 

But as soft golden rays of sunlight fell between partially drawn blinds, illuminating the crimson intensity upon his face and his slight, trim form tense with restraint, poised for attack, a pleasurable shiver crawled up her spine instead. 

She reached for him, fingers dancing expectantly, a wry smile twisting her kiss-swollen lips, and he cracked a villainous grin before he smacked them away with a low cackle. 

⌜ •  conquer  • ⌟

“There’s no way, angel,” he growled, putting one knee on the bed across her legs, “that this depraved demon,” and pinning her bicep to the plush mattress, “is gonna succumb to coy little,” his mouth tracing her collar bone, “beckonings.” 

“Hah,” she laughed hollowly as he pulled back to study her, possessively grabbing her breast and squeezing, grinning greedily at her reaction, “except—hsss—isn't that exactly what happened?” 

⌜ •  claim  • ⌟

“You tell me, angel," he looked up at her tauntingly before kissing open mouthed slowly down her torso, "you feel in control?” nipping here and there, her soft skin bruising, Tomura chuckling softly at her sharp breathing. 

Kyouyuu was treading water, struggling to keep her head between the surges of insight crashing over her and the electric current pulsing through her at his touch. 

“I think," she breathed, his fingers prying at her waistband, "I feel about as in control," and felt the buttons pop, "as you do." 

He growled again below her, caressing her freshly freed skin reverently, and her heart lurched suddenly

⌜ •  please  • ⌟

before he tugged hard at the fabric, catching tight on her hips. 

"And I’m no angel." 

Lifting her legs over one shoulder, “I’m no hero,” he mocked her, slowly pulling the fabric back, “I’m no angel,” and off, grunting at the lewd way her ass snapped free. 

His voice had dropped to just above a whisper, “You are," but it was stronger than she'd heard it thus far, "if I say you are." 

⌜ •  Goddess  • ⌟

He spread her legs before him, "and I’m about to worship you," she gasped as he dragged his thumb across her lower lips, "the way you deserve.” 

She was barely able to register his intensity, his sincerity, before she was ripped beneath the waves, body and soul simultaneously assaulted with ecstasy. 

Her pleasure was her own, but she found that his also belonged to her. 

And oh, oh, did he enjoy her. 

"Ff-uck! Tomura!" 

Rubies glinted at her from beneath shaggy pale tendrils when he surfaced for breath, licking his lips viciously. 

⌜ •  Divine  • ⌟

"If this is what heaven tastes like…" 

⌜ •  I pray  • ⌟

She arched and writhed as he feasted. 

⌜ •  s a v e   m e  • ⌟

Kyouyuu bit down on her knuckles to keep herself from screaming out—the unearthly sensation of two souls radiating through one body was a confusing, delectable mix of claustrophobic and exhilarating, powerless and invincible—but Tomura snatched at her hand, placing it instead on his head, her fingers tangling immediately in his hair. 

Like a marionette, he moved as she directed, dragging her nearer and nearer the shoals of release, while his hands roamed her hips, her thighs, her ass, pulling, gripping, and bruising. Her body became his playground, experimenting and studying, each new enlightenment cresting and breaking over her. 

⌜ •  please  • ⌟

Her orgasm hit her with the force of a tidal wave, and she screamed as she was engulfed in ecstasy, the strength of it sweeping her far beyond this earthly shore. 

It was some time before the tide receded, her shipwrecked soul settling back into her breathless, boneless body. 

He was peppering her thighs with reverent kisses, her fingers still loosely tangled in his hair. 

"You," she panted, "are welcome at this altar," her hand dropped slightly to stroke his face, now alive with pride, "anytime you like." 

Letting his head rest in her hand, still somehow managing to kiss it, he gazed at her with such vulnerability she nearly choked. 

He shook his head, laughing, but those lovely crystalline pools were leagues deep and stoic, swallowing her up as he crawled toward her, “angel, I’m about to make you my whole religion.” 

Oh. 

His kiss was fierce but soft, his enthusiasm carefully restrained even as she tasted herself on his tongue. 

⌜ •  please  • ⌟

The word whispered again from his skin to hers, softer than the times before—sweeter, sadder. 

It wasn’t an intent. 

It was a prayer. 

She pressed a hip into his, and, instinctually following her lead, he gently rolled them, one hand at the small of her back holding her to him. 

Propping up on her elbows, letting her weight settle onto him, her bare hips pressing into the bulging black fabric of his pants, she looked down into his wartorn face. It was worn steel not moments ago, but was now re-forged, vibrant and handsome with sudden vivacity. His ruby eyes were ablaze, flickering as they roamed her face, closing in undiluted pleasure while her fingers played with his pale locks, brushing them from his forehead. 

Ataeyuko was purring again. 

“Who is a Goddess to deny a penitent man?”

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[puppyexpressions]

12 Worst Dog Food Brands to Avoid

There’s no shortage of dog foods available on the market these days. Take a stroll through your local pet store and you’re bound to find aisles and aisles of products with dramatically different price points.

While it’s not always the case, the price typically dictates the quality of the food.

It can be tempting to go with those cheaper brands. However, doing so could put your dog’s health at risk!

What your dog consumes daily has a large effect on their overall health.

Unfortunately, not all brands are focused on providing high-quality meals.

Cheap fillers, subpar protein sources, and a host of other bad ingredients are often used to keep the manufacturing costs low. Sadly those inferior ingredients can have a lasting effect on your dog.

Not only will they prevent your pup from reaching their full potential, but they can cause all kinds of health issues.

There are a ton of big no-nos in the pet food industry. While those premium brands work hard to provide a balanced diet for your furry friend, others use questionable ingredients you want to avoid.

To help you shop smarter, here are some dog food brands you want to avoid in 2022.

12 Bad Dog Foods to Avoid

#1.  IAMS Dry Dog Food Chunks

At first glance, IAMS products don’t seem so bad. The first ingredient is usually chicken, which is a great protein source.

However, when you start to look at some of the other ingredients used, it starts to become evident that this dog food isn’t a good option for your dog.

First, it has corn meal. This is nothing more than a filler. Secondly, it uses chicken byproduct meal. There’s that controversial “byproduct” again.

While this byproduct is identified, IAMS doesn’t provide any information about what the byproduct is. Is it beneficial organs or is it slaughterhouse waste?

Finally, there’s sorghum and beet pulp. Sorghum is similar in nutrient content to corn meal. Meanwhile, beet pulp is a high-fiber byproduct that can lead to weight gain.

#2.  Kal Klan Complete Adult

The biggest issue with Kal Klan is that there are no wholesome meat-based protein sources. The very first ingredient on the list is usually corn.

Meat should always be the first on the list regardless of the brand or price. Having corn as the top-listed ingredient is always a red flag.

As if that weren’t enough, Kal Klan uses soybean meal and bone meal. Soybean meal is a byproduct of making soy oil. Meanwhile, bone meal is nothing more than ground-up bone and cartilage.

Of course, there’s no way to tell what animal is being used. So it’s best to avoid it.

#3.  Twin Pet Dog Food

Twin Pet primarily uses plants for their dog foods. While some plants are beneficial to your pup’s health, a fully plant-based diet isn’t good. Dogs need meat.

Once again, the first ingredient on the list is corn. However, that’s not even the most troubling thing in the formula. You’ll also find meat byproducts and wheat middlings.

Byproducts aren’t great because they come from questionable sources. Wheat middlings is bad because it’s basically the leftover dust that comes from milling wheat.

#4.  Purina Dog Chow

Purina is a very popular dog food manufacturer that’s been around for over a hundred years. Dog Chow is one of the most popular brands owned by Purina. You can find it in virtually every grocery store.

Unfortunately, it’s filled with some unsavory ingredients. It utilizes all of those unhealthy fillers like corn, wheat, and soy.

But that’s not all. You can also find a bevy of artificial ingredients.

Dog Chow contains artificial colors, flavors, and preservatives. All of that should be avoided.

#5.  Purina Beneful

Beneful is another brand that’s owned by Purina. Like other Purina products, Beneful foods can be found at very affordable prices.

The tricky thing about Beneful dog food is that the company advertises “real meats.”

Real meats are indeed used. However, so are byproducts and fillers. Chances are, the fillers greatly outweigh the real stuff.

All of the Beneful formulas contain corn, wheat, and soy. They also have artificial ingredients.

#6.  Gravy Train Dog Food

Gravy Train is a pretty popular canned food brand. There are some good things in the Gravy Train formula. You can find things like chicken and lamb.

Unfortunately, some questionable ingredients are used as well.

Meat byproducts are the biggest red flag on the ingredients list. As we mentioned earlier, these products can come from unknown sources.

The fact that they aren’t identified should be a cause for concern.

#7.  Cesar Filets

Typically marketed as an indulgent food for small dog breeds, Cesar Filets have a pretty big hold on the dog food market.

These products are available in big-name grocery stores across the world, making them highly accessible.

The biggest issue we see with Cesar Filets is the salt content. The wet food is very high in sodium, which could pose a significant health risk for your dog as they get older.

On top of that, the recipe calls for potentially unhealthy meat byproducts.

#8.  Alpo by Purina

Another Purina-owned brand is Alpo. Alpo has one of the most contentious reputations in the dog food industry. Many reports have come out about dogs getting sick and dying after eating Alpo food.

While one could argue about the connection, these complaints got so bad that the FDA got involved.

After investigating the production line, the FDA put out warnings for consumers. There were even some recalls. For those reasons, we recommend avoiding Alpo altogether.

#9.  Diamond Dog Food

Diamond pet foods are marketed as premium products without the premium price. There are some good things about Diamond dry foods, such as the use of chelated minerals.

However, the protein ingredients are where things get a bit hairy.

The brand relies heavily on plant-based proteins instead of wholesome meats. They utilize corn, wheat, and soy. Not only that, but unnamed byproducts are pretty common as well.

#10.  Kibbles N’ Bits

There’s no doubt that you’ve seen some funny Kibbles N’ Bits advertisements at some points. Thanks to their great marketing campaigns, this brand is fairly popular and has done a great job of convincing owners that it’s a tasty choice for dogs.

That said, the ingredients list shows that the formulas rely more on corn fillers rather than wholesome proteins.

Corn is the first ingredient on the list, which indicates that it’s the most prevalent in the recipe.

#11.  Pedigree

The Pedigree brand has a large line of products marketed towards puppies, adults, and senior dogs. The dry dog food products are relatively affordable and readily available.

While not as bad as some others on this list, Pedigree is definitely not a good long-term option for dogs.

Whole grain corn is the first ingredient on the list. It’s a common allergen and isn’t the easiest thing to digest. Artificial flavors are used as well, which have no place in dog food.

#12.  Wegman’s Bruiser Kibble

Wegman’s is a very affordable dog food brand. However, when you take a look at the ingredient’s list, you’ll find a lot of things you should avoid.

The formula contains ingredients that many experts agree are dangerous for dogs. This includes xantham gum, cord gluten, artificial food coloring, and more.

While it has an attractive price tag, those harmful ingredients could do long-term damage to your dog’s health.

What Makes a Dog Food Bad?

Dry dog food products are more complex than most people give them credit for. In each individual morsel, there are tons of components packed in.

Manufacturers can utilize a wide variety of ingredients to create their product and there can be tons of things wrong with the formula.

However, there are a few important categories that have the biggest impact on your dog’s health.

Here are some key considerations that could turn an otherwise decent food into something that you should avoid at all costs.

Questionable Meat Ingredients

Protein is, by far, the most important macronutrient that your dog needs to survive. Animal meats are chock-full of beneficial amino acids that will support your dog’s muscles and keep them healthy.

It doesn’t matter whether you have a young puppy or an aging senior, they will need high levels of protein.

The Association of American Feed Control Officials requires that adult dog foods have at least 18 percent protein. That’s the bare minimum.

Most experts will tell you that you need far more than that to help a pup reach their full potential.

The issue with proteins in cheaper foods is that it’s not from the best source. Your dog doesn’t just need a lot of protein. They need good and healthy proteins.

Good examples would include wholesome meats or even meat meals.

Meat meals are nothing more than ground-up meat. High-quality foods utilize things like beef, chicken, turkey, fish, and more.

Substandard Foods

Substandard foods will utilize mystery byproducts.

Byproducts are usually things that aren’t fit for human consumption. They could refer to the “4-D” meats. “4-D” meats include protein from dead, dying, diseased, or disabled animals!

It’s not uncommon for some unscrupulous manufacturers to source their meats from slaughterhouse leftovers, roadkill, or even euthanized animals.

There are tons of problems with these questionable meats. The biggest is that they could be infected with harmful bacteria and diseases.

Do you really want to run the risk of feeding your dog diseased meats?

It’s best to just avoid byproducts altogether to avoid the risks.

Manufacturers often get these cheaper meats from a wide variety of sources. As a result, they don’t provide specific information.

Instead, they put “meat byproducts” on the ingredients list and call it a day. If you’re unable to identify the specific animal that meat came from, move on to another option.

Unnecessary Fillers

Another huge issue with cheaper dog foods is the use of fillers. Filler products like corn, wheat, and soy, are notorious for causing health issues.

These ingredients are used to beef up the food a bit and increase the calorie count.

While they’ll help your dog feel fuller, they don’t provide any nutritional content. They’re essentially empty calories.

Fillers are primarily used to keep the costs low.

Instead of utilizing healthy complex carbs or plant-based ingredients as a source of vitamins, some manufacturers will simply use those fillers to make the product as affordable as possible.

Corn, wheat, and soy are all very cheap to source. They grow fast and can be harvested in bulk. Some brands will even use these ingredients in lieu of meat-based proteins!

Unfortunately, dogs aren’t designed to handle those ingredients.

They could experience digestive issues. Not only that, but they lack the good amino acids your dog needs to stay in shape.

A lifetime of filler-based foods can cause obesity, heart problems, and more.

Synthetic Ingredients

Finally, there are the synthetic additives you need to worry about. Artificial colors, flavors, and preservatives have no place in dog food.

There’s no practical need for colors and flavors.

Dogs don’t care about that stuff at all! You could make the argument that artificial flavors do more to entice dogs. However, there are much better alternatives out there.

There’s no better way to add flavor to dog foods than animal fat and protein. If the food is utilizing good-quality meat sources, there shouldn’t be a need for artificial flavors in the first place.

Preservatives

The same goes for preservatives. Preservatives are meant to prolong the shelf life of products. Dry dog foods do need preservatives to prevent spoilage.

But why use artificial ingredients when there are natural alternatives out there.

Mixed tocopherols are typically used by high-quality brands. It’s safe for dogs and does just as good of a job as the chemical-based stuff.

The issue with synthetic additives is that they can cause a wide range of health issues. Dogs that have allergies are particularly sensitive to them.

Imagine eating nothing but chemical-based foods your entire life. You’d eventually run into some health problems, right? The same concept can be applied to your dog’s food.

Conclusion

Dog food requires special consideration. It’s the one thing that you should never skimp on. Your pup is an important member of your family. So, you should be providing them with high-quality foods that will keep them healthy.

There are tons of options on the market. Avoid these listed worst dog food brands and find one that offers everything your dog needs.

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The Truth About Indoor Cycling Knee Pain and How to Prevent Injuries

<h1>The Truth About indoor Cycling Injuries</h1> <p>Indoor cycling, also known as stationary biking, is a fun way to get exercise. But did you know indoor cycling can sometimes cause knee pain if you're not careful? Let's take a look at what could lead to injuries and how to stay safe while indoor cycling.</p> <h2>The Meniscus - What Is It?</h2> <p>Inside your knee joint is a piece of rubbery cartilage called the meniscus. It helps stabilize your knee and absorbs force. The meniscus is shaped like a half moon. It fills the space between your thighbone and shinbone. Unfortunately, because of its position and design, the meniscus gets injured more easily than other parts of the knee.</p> <h2>Indoor Cycling Doesn't Directly Cause Knee Pain</h2> <p>The good news is indoor cycling itself usually doesn't damage your knees. In fact, cycling can even help strengthen your knees if you have problems. Indoor cycling classes are a gentle way to build up knee strength through rehab exercises.</p> <h2>Common Causes of Indoor Cycling Knee Pain</h2> <p>Most knee pain after indoor cycling happens because of other factors, not the cycling itself. Things like poor posture, an improperly adjusted seat, or pushing too hard with high resistance levels can all put extra stress on your knees over time. This extra force should go to your leg muscles, not your joints. Keep reading to learn how to prevent injury.</p> <h3>Improper Pedaling Form</h3> <p>Pedaling with your knees pointed in or out isn't good for them. This misalignment transmits force unevenly. It's best to keep your knees tracking straight over your toes for proper form. Going too slow or accelerating suddenly with bent knees can also strain them.</p> <h3>Fatigued Muscles</h3> <p>If your leg muscles get very tired during a hard indoor cycling session, they might not support your knees well. All your weight and force could then overload the delicate joint surfaces instead. It's important to warm up, cool down, and know your limits.</p> <h2>Staying Injury-Free</h2> <p>By focusing on proper form, gradual intensity increases, adequate rest between rides, and bike fit adjustments, you can indoor cycle safely. Always listen to your body and don't push through knee pain. With some simple guidelines, indoor cycling can be low impact exercise your knees will love.</p>

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