#only more muscular and not as hyperactive

[emovulture]

Ghost & Fox Hybrid user.

little bit of context: you're able to shapeshift in and out of a "fox form", and you have ears and a tail when your in your "human form."

Hyper. You were just so.. *hyper*.

They really should've expected it though. You're a fox, after all. Although, it had only been a few months since they rescued you from a lab, and sure, you were a great asset to the team in the battlefield, but sometimes Ghost couldn't keep up with it, even before he was assigned as your handler. So usually, he just simply stood there with his arms crossed as you ran around (in your fox form), squealed, barked, yapped, screeched.. and sometimes clawed. Unfortunately for him and the team, today was a lot more chaotic, mostly because it was heavily raining, and you couldn't go in your afternoon walkies outside with Ghost. So he (and the rest of the taskforce) was forced to endure your hyperactivity until you grew tired. Which didn't seem anytime soon.. it never was when you went through these bursts of energy.

Hell, you were practically bouncing off the walls. You were jumping on and off the couch, running in circles around Ghost, tail rapidly wagging, and your ears were perked up playfully. And not to mention the headache inducing barks and yips.

Ghost eventually sighed, his voice is finally coming to light. "You're going to break something, you do know that right?" And as if it was timed, you yapped excitedly, and jumped off the couch, accidentally knocking over a full cup of coffee. The cup clunked on the ground and spilled everywhere, though thankfully it didn't break. Ghost grumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes shut for a moment. "What did I just say.." He muttered, exasperated.

He walked over, avoiding you as you jumped around like a little tornado, and had no other choice but to reluctantly clean up after you. He mumbled and muttered to himself, saying something about you being a no good pest. Though as he was distracted, you saw a chance and took it, so you began stalking him from behind like he was prey, and since you were way to quiet all of a sudden, he got suspicious. "Y/N? What are you doing..?" He asked in a grumble, though getting no response. You eventually got close enough to pounce, but when you did, he turned around and caught you in his muscular arms with a playful scoff. You squealed and barked, turning back into your human form to flail your limbs, but he just chuckled, throwing you over his shoulder. "I knew you were up to no good, you fleabag." He ruffled your hair, pretending to body slam you onto the cushion of the couch, which made you squeal and squirm around playfully. Finally, he was playing your little games, and a miracle eventually fell upon Ghost - you grew tired! Albeit, he did too after playing with you for more then half an hour, but it eventually grew quiet in the room the two of you were in. You had went back into your fox form, snuggling up to Ghost.

Silence.

He sighed, looking down at the fluffy red fox in his lap, his hand hesitating to pet you, but after a few careful thoughts, Ghost gently placed his calloused hand onto your back, gingerly stroking the soft fur. Soft purrs and snorts of affection eminated from you as he pet your pelt, and it stayed like this until the both of you had dozed off in the common room on a couch. It was peaceful with the rain outside, tapping on the glass window, and the sound of your soft snores lingered for a while before they slowly died down into quiet breathing.

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a/n: Soap totally snuck a picture of you and Ghost cuddling up together during Ghosts nap lmaoo

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[haute-pockette]

The Doctor being disabled part 2.

Eight has a bit of trouble recognizing other people using sarcasm or asking rhetorical questions. He'll take them more literally than the speaker intended, especially when a literal response would require an explanation. He gets excited about explaining things.

Aside from the memory difficulties, the anesthesia during regneration left him prone to seizures. Usually atonic or absence seizures.

Eight has synesthesia. He usually connects sounds with colors and movements and shapes. He loves to sit with a record player and watch the air dance with it. The war made him start to hate it though and the combination of input would bring him closer to his stimulation limit.

Other than the autism baked into his biodata, War doesn't have much going for him. The elixir he drank from Karn allowed him to regenerate into a body that was suited to face the war. Meaning no disabilities.

Alexithymia is giving him trouble again. It hasn't been this bad since about Three, but he struggles to identify all his grief and frustration from the war. So he compartmentalizes all his feelings and ignores them.

PTSD for poor Nine. Just look how he handled seeing a Dalek after the war. He sleeps even less than his other incarnations cause he wants to avoid nightmares.

He stims when thinking, and keeps a fidget cube or two in his pockets to fiddle with. Otherwise he'll fiddle around with his sonic and the last time he did that he accidentally broke something.

Rheumatoid arthritis makes his hands really achy after doing fine motor work. He keeps little pocket warmers to use as heat packs.

Ten does lots of fidgeting and tinkering to stim. And he hates the feeling of being uncovered, hence the full suit and trench coat. Very particular about fabrics.

ADHD, lots of impulsive decisions and doing what's interesting in the moment. He's terrible at keeping to plans, and will absolutely forget what he was doing when he walks through a doorway.

Eleven loves his verbal stims. Echolalia, humming, making popping sounds. It just feels right to fill the space with sound.

ADHD, postural sway and hyperactivity for days. Making a million plans and only gets 12% done with one before he jumps to the next. Someone put this man on a leash.

All of his floppy gesturing and swaying and falling over comes from inner ear problems not muscular problems. Raggedy man gets carsick and seasick so easily, but somehow is fine in the tardis. River thinks it's ironic.

Eleven also has synesthesia. It's a lot more varied than just sound and sight associations. But overall, a lot of things that are considered his favorites are linked to tardis blue.

Twelve is less social than his other incarnations. He likes lecturing because he can talk at people instead of to them. He doesn't have to worry about the conventions of holding eye contact or reacting properly in conversation.

Music is a huge comfort for him, especially when he gets to play the music himself instead of just listening. He can control the sound around him that way and it feels so good.

Hates his sciatica. Will insist he uses a cane only because his nerves are pinched and not because he's old.

Thirteen tries so hard to mask her interests and stims. She wants to be normal for once and feels like she's failing miserably when caught flapping or fidgeting.

Tinnitus. She blames Twelve's guitar habit for it. If it persists long or loud enough she will start humming or singing in an attempt to drown it out.

She has some back pain she also blames from her fall out of the tardis. She wears orthopedic insoles to help.

Also forgot to put in the last one, but Five absolutely has asthma. Man is wheezing after every scene he runs in.

#doctor who #new who #Eighth doctor #War Doctor #Ninth Doctor #Tenth Doctor #Eleventh Doctor #Twelfth Doctor #Thirteenth Doctor #headcanons

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 23: Ghost Possession

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Despite being a werewolf, Derek didn’t believe in ghosts. In his opinion, they were the cheap product of Hollywood trying to advertise uncreative horror films. He would scoff at the young adults who’d dared one another to sneak into McFadden Manor, only to hear them swear up and down that they’d seen a ghost. Lies, Derek figured.

Still, when Stiles had made up his mind to investigate the ghost stories surrounding McFadden Manor for Halloween, Derek had instantly jumped at the chance to tag along in an attempt to look brave and woo the hyperactive human. 

Unfortunately, Derek couldn’t hide the grimace as he walked through the deserted McFadden Manor. The abandoned mansion was the center of numerous spooky, Halloween-themed tales— all of them focusing on a mischievous trio of ghosts who liked to mess with unsuspecting people. The wide smile on Stiles’s face deeply contrasted with Derek’s scowl.

He eagerly held up an ancient-looking camera. “We should split up and cover more ground,” he said. “I’ll go down towards the garden while you inspect the bedrooms. Radio me if you see anything.” He shoved a large, dinosaur era walkie talkie towards the werewolf.

“I can just text you…” Derek muttered, studying the heavy tech in his hands.

“Thanks for coming with me again, Der,” Stiles said, offering the usually grumpy werewolf a sincere smile, making the alpha’s heart flutter in his chest.

In response, Derek puffed out his muscular chest with pride, his pecs pressing teasingly against his thin, white t-shirt. “S’no problem,” he grunted, trying to play it cool, but he could feel his cheeks grow hot as he blushed. Plus, he couldn’t help but crunch his stomach to make his abs pop against his shirt too, his muscular bod being his best form of flirting since he wasn’t really good at wooing orally.

Stiles happily ran down one of the dark hallways towards his destination, Derek not-so-subtly watching his perky butt as it disappeared.

“Damn,” Derek admired before frowning at the sight of the decrepit mansion. “Damn it.”

Frowning again, he shrugged his broad shoulders and lumbered throughout the dark, cobweb-filled halls. To humor himself, Derek sniffed at the air, smelling nothing in the air except for dust and rats. He rolled his eyes at himself participating in this foolish activity, yet, he forced himself to focus on the endgame: Stiles and him getting together… and then heatedly fucking in his Camaro.

That last thought put a little more pep in Derek’s steps as he explored the empty rooms in the mansion.

*Thud!

Derek tensed up at the sound that echoed out from one of the bedrooms. Following the source, Derek entered a room near the end of the hallway. The room turned out to be a bathroom, the rusty toilet giving it away. There was a dust-covered sink with a dirty mirror near the entryway, and in the far end was a standing tub with a yellow curtain closed over it.

Derek cocked his eyebrow in confusion over the fact that the water seemed to be running in the tub, steam even billowing out from the curtain.

“What the hell?” Derek wondered aloud, knowing that there was no way this house was occupied given its dilapidated state. Still, the running water left the werewolf deeply confused. He grabbed the edge of the shower curtain and ripped it to the side.

Inside of the tub was a portly bluish figure that was slightly transparent. Looking like a caricature ripped out of a cartoon, the ghost had a little tail that seemingly phased in and out of existence as the creature showered. When it noticed that it was being watched, the ghostly figure looked over at Derek and gasped, covering its lower half with its hands… despite there being really nothing to see.

“Do you mind?” the ghost scoffed.

Derek was stunned silent for a moment, his eyes wide as he stared at an actual ghost that was floating before him. “Holy shit,” he finally breathed. “You’re a fuckin’ ghost!”

The ghost exaggeratedly rolled its eyes at Derek. “No shit,” it huffed in a baritone-filled voice that only emphasized its rotund girth. A sly grin formed on its translucent face and its eyes sparkled. “You know, most fleshies tend to avoid this place because of me and my brothers, but here you are.” He sniffed at the air, his smile growing wider. “A werewolf?”

Derek flinched and took a cautious step back.

The ghost continued. “We don’t get a lot of your kind here,” he chuckled. “Your bodies tend to be a little more sturdy. This should be fun!”

The ghost lurched forward at lightening speed, much faster than Derek’s werewolf instincts could react. Since his jaw was still hanging low in shock, the ghost aimed right for the alpha’s agape mouth. 

Derek felt his mouth being stretched to the limit as the ghost squeezed himself inside of him. It was a difficult sensation to describe. Thanks to the ghost’s vapor-like body, it felt as if there was a gust of air that was keeping Derek’s jaw thrusted down as it shoved itself in. Cartoonish stretching noises, like rubber, sounded out as the ghost entered the werewolf. Derek felt himself getting fuller and fuller, feeling as if he’d just eaten a multi-course meal and was stuffed to the brim.

With a simple pop, the ghost finished his entrance and successfully squeezed his rotund body deep inside of Derek.

The werewolf felt full, his stomach and even lower end of his throat feeling as if there was a thick soup trapped in it. Derek stumbled around on shaky feet, trying to piece together what had just happened. The ghost squirmed a little as he settled in under Derek’s skin, the werewolf wincing at the sensation. 

“Damn, I can’t believe that worked!” Derek heard himself exclaim. “I usually have trouble fitting inside tiny bodies.”

Tiny? Derek balked.

Derek’s tingling limbs appeared out of his control, and the more Derek tried his best to strain and walk on his own accord, the more horrified the werewolf grew as it dawned on him that he wasn’t in control of his body. He even attempted to open up his mouth and demand that the ghost leave his body, but he couldn’t even do that— instead, Derek was more so a passenger inside of his own body. He could still experience every sense, smelling and feeling everything around himself, but he couldn’t move or speak on his own.

He felt his legs propel him forward, turning around to look into the mirror. Derek bristled at his own reflection which only smiled back at him, his smile eerily similar to that of the ghost’s.

What the fuck are you doing to me?! Derek roared on the inside. Get the fuck out!

The ghost only shook Derek’s head mockingly. “No way,” he said, making Derek’s body and voice say it on his behalf. “I kinda miss having a body so I’m gonna hang onto yours for a bit. The name’s Fatso, by the way.”

That’s a stupid name.

The ghost shrugged. “And this is a stupid body,” he countered, exploring Derek’s body, running his hands over it. Derek could feel every touch, unable to stop feeling himself up. “There’s barely any room inside of here. Let’s fix that.”

Derek screamed on the inside as he witnessed his stomach shudder before it expanded outwards. His gut grew in size and it rounded out as Fatso forced it to bubble out. Derek’s chiseled abs disappeared as a thick layer of fat appeared over them, going from firm to large and jiggly. It grew bigger and bigger, becoming huge and bulbous as it jutted far out in front of Derek, looking as if he’d swallowed a yoga ball instead of a ghost. To add to the inflation, even Derek’s pecs packed on some fat. They lost some of their tone as they grew larger and saggier, resting atop his enormous belly. There was still some traces of Derek’s large muscles underneath his new girth, but instead of looking like he lived in a gym, he looked more like some ex-jock who was in the middle of a perpetual bulking phase.

What the fuck did you do to me?! Derek roared on the inside, wincing as he examined his new body in the mirror. He must’ve gained well over fifty pounds, with most of it centered on his new gut. His mysterious growth had torn his t-shirt to shreds, forcing him to see all of his girth at once. Despite looking hard and solid, Derek winced at the way his gut hung over his jeans, sagging slightly.

Fatso mock-frowned. “Don’t be like that,” he taunted, putting both of his hands on the sides of Derek’s new belly and giving it a playful shake, causing it to bounce wildly. “I think you look much better with some more meat on our bones. Now there’s some food in the kitchen that we can eat.”

Eat? You mean you want me to get even fatter? Derek protested, unable to prevent his body from waddling out of the bathroom and down the hallway. His thicker thighs rolled over one another as he moved, and his rotund belly stuck so far out in front of himself that he couldn’t even see his feet. He inwardly flinched every time his foot thudded against the hardwood floor, sending a ripple through his belly and pecs.

Fatso forced Derek into the kitchen, where he made him lumber towards the fridge. Derek was surprised that when it opened, it was stocked full of food that looked like it’d just been bought earlier that day as opposed to sitting for years untouched.

Derek felt his arms lurch forward, grabbing fistfuls of various treats and snacks. 

“The only downside to being a ghost is that you can’t eat a lot of food,” Fatso lamented. “But the good thing about possessing a werewolf fleshie is that you can gorge on tons and tons of junk food. Much, much more than a human can!”

No! Wait! Derek pleaded.

His pleas fell on deaf ears as Fatso eagerly shoved loads of food into Derek’s mouth, moaning loudly as he tasted all sorts of flavors. Salty, sweet, savory— all kinds of different foods were shoved down Derek’s eager throat, none of them low-calorie.

The entire time, the werewolf inwardly begged Fatso to stop gorging on so much junk food. However, the ghost was paying no attention to him, moaning loudly as he devoured everything in the fridge.

In the center of the fridge was a delicious looking, three-tiered cake with bright pink frosting. Derek could feel his mouth salivating as his eyes honed in on the monstrous dessert. 

Before Derek could uselessly plead with Fatso again, his hands grabbed at the cake as he greedily gobbled it down. All he could taste was the sugary frosting and the chocolate center of the cake, grimacing at the sweetness, yet Fatso loved it.

Derek inwardly froze when he felt something horrible: his pants felt like they were getting tighter.

It was hard to tell since Fatso controlled his line of sight, but Derek could barely make out his gut growing more and more into his field of vision. It didn’t take long for the werewolf to put two and two together to figure out that, thanks to Fatso’s overeating, he was getting even bigger.

His big belly was starting to jut even further away from his torso as it packed on even more size from the delectable cake. His pecs felt heavier as they grew in size, his nipples even stretching out from the sheer expanse of his enlarged chest. Love handles formed and drooped slightly over the edges of Derek’s pants, which felt painfully tight by now.

Pop!

The button on Derek’s pants finally gave out, ricocheting off and landing on the floor. Derek felt a sense of relief as he continued to fill out, his ass puffing out as his cheeks ballooned out and became large and squishy. To account for his larger rear, Derek could even feel his thighs starting to push closer together as they blew up. As Fatso continued to eat, Derek’s body went from bulky to chunky linebacker status, looking incredibly large as if two of him were shoved together into one body.

Fatso fit the last few bits of the cake into his mouth, swallowing it down loudly and straightening back up. He patted his large gut, satisfied, before letting out a loud burp.

“I always gotta get a big cake before every Halloween thanks to silly guys like you who want to come play detective,” he smiled, rubbing his hand up and down his distended belly. “This was nice. See ya next year?”

Derek let out another loud belch, this one accompanied by a flash of blue as Fatso left his body to fly somewhere else in the manor.

Finally in control of his body, Derek gasped loudly as he ran his shaky hands all over his enlarged form. For some strange reason, even with Fatso gone, Derek was left with his added weight, looking massive and round. He took an awkward step forward, blushing as his entire body seemed to jiggle. He couldn’t see anything past his large belly which definitely wouldn’t fit in any of his clothes anymore.

“Damn it,” Derek huffed, giving his gut a tentative poke. “I have to do so many crunches to get this down to size…” He trailed off when his stomach growled, a deep hunger taking over him.

“Hey, Der,” Stiles called out, his footsteps approaching, “still no sign of any ghosts. I’m starting to think that they’re just stories.” Stiles froze when he reached the kitchen, his eyes nearly falling out of his head at the sight of the fatter Derek.

“Um,” Derek blushed, scratching the back of his head nervously, “I think I found a ghost—” He paused when Stiles stepped forward and placed a soft hand on his rotund belly, rubbing it up and down.

A smile forming on his face, Stiles couldn’t help but look up at the large werewolf. “Do you like belly rubs?” he asked, playfully rubbing Derek’s gut.

Although he couldn’t see it thanks to his big gut blocking his view, Derek could feel his cock rocket to attention, already oozing as Stiles gave him a belly rub. “Y-yeah,” he breathed. He blushed again as his stomach growled a second time.

“Big boy’s hungry?” Stiles teased.

Derek just eagerly nodded, looking forward to eating cake and getting more belly rubs from Stiles. 

All in all, it turned out to be the best Halloween of Derek’s life.

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[feeder86]

The Feeders’ Former Years

Jac sighed. It was pathetic. This girl thought they were actually friends; he could tell by the way she smiled and lowered her voice in that conspiratorial way whenever she talked about the others on the course. Sadie: the girl from a nowhere town, merrily plodding along on her boring life that would ultimately amount to nothing. She had followed him up the hill, back to the dorms, chatting in his ear and somehow managing to keep up with his massive strides.

“Oh, so you live in THESE dorms?” Sadie smiled, breathing a little heavily, but still by his side.

Jac rolled his eyes, but turned and smiled at her nonetheless. “Is there something special about this building?” he asked, bemused by the simple girl’s surprise.

“This is where all the hot guys seem to be this year!” she beamed and then blushed a little at her stupidity. It was a flaw of hers. She got overly nervous or excited and the pathetic thing let her mouth run away with her. 

Jac just smiled. He didn’t need to be told how good looking he was, and he didn’t need flirts from someone so basic as this girl. He took advantage of her embarrassment and slipped away, into the dorm. 

Once upstairs, Jac opened the door to the corridor, only to be greeted by the muscular bulk of Sam, tumbling into him after catching a football that had been flung down the corridor by one of the other boys.

“Sorry, Jac,” Sam mumbled, standing up straight, a little embarrassed to have fallen to the floor in front of him. “You want to join us?” he asked, sounding keen, like an irritatingly hyperactive labrador.

“No,” Jac simply replied; momentarily not caring how rude he sounded. He spied Rob and Ben down the corridor and huffed in disapproval. Of course they had been involved in this ridiculous indoor football practice. The three idiots together, making as much noise as they liked. What more could be expected from them? He gritted his teeth, trying to hide his annoyance at the fact that these three simpletons were exactly the type of guys fools like Sadie fell for. The three athletic boys strutted around the campus with a sense of power and entitlement that came purely from their sporting prowess and good looks. They knew that the girls worshipped them for it and believed they had the world at their very fingertips. Jac knew that he needed to do something about that. The idea of toying with them and bringing them down excited him. It always had. Back in high school, he’d been a master of quiet manipulation and mind games; entertaining himself through the monotony of it all by enacting cruel twists of fate upon one member of the popular crowd after another; none of it ever traceable back to him. He wasn’t a nice person; he never had been. But he knew how to make people believe that he was their friend. And, now that he was older and more experienced, he felt his mind opening even more. He had a talent within him, a sense of power and an emerging knowledge of the interconnections within nature. It was thrilling and exciting to feel his understanding growing each and every day; something that these three pathetic boys couldn’t even begin to comprehend. 

So young, so handsome and oversexed, the three of them were prime candidates for whatever Jac’s wicked mind could concoct. He turned, smiling sweetly at them. “Don’t hurt yourself there, Sam! You make sure you boys have fun,” he offered kindly, heading into his private room and away from them all. He needed to play nice and have more patience with them. That way, those idiotic boys would never suspect what was about to come their way.

Jac had come to college hoping that a degree in chemistry would advance his personal studies. It hadn’t taken him long to realise that even the professors were lacking. They didn’t understand the world the way that Jac could. They didn��t see the interactions between the biology and chemistry that they taught. They scoffed at the thought of ancient knowledge, of the mystical, fantastic and unexpected properties of the natural world. Jac’s mind whirred with it all; the possibilities and, ultimately, the ways in which he could twist and manipulate them to his will. 

Each revelation made Jac laugh in amusement; his mind constructing one wicked plan after another. The things that he could do! How amusing would it be to have them all dancing like puppets on a string? Sadie, the jock boys, the idiotic professors of this lame university; one day they might look up at him and see exactly how much more important he was than any of them. They’d cower at his feet, and he would show no mercy.

Sam, Rob and Ben filled Jac’s mind more than any of the others who annoyed him in college. He could hear their loud voices out in the corridor and the whispered, undeserved admiration they received from all those around them. No evil scheme in Jac’s mind seemed foul enough for what he wanted for them; how much he longed to manipulate their lives; to change the way others looked up to  them; to take away their god-like status within these walls. He watched them indulge in women and their attentions. He could smell the arousal of them all; three horny boys on a constant hunt for a good time, and never being denied. They were disgusting; nothing better than pigs! 

Jac paused for a moment, feeling a great sense of revelation in his mind. Something rang true as he compared the three jocks to being a drove of pigs. The more Jac thought about the word, the more he realised it was right. In fact, all the boys in these halls were pigs; their needs and desires as basic as could be: simple, patheic; easily quashed.

Ideas brewed in Jac’s brain for some weeks. He watched the three boys as they played football on the lawns outside; shirtless and aware of all the eyes upon their bodies of physical perfection. He heard tales of their late night antics and smelt the sweat of their sexual conquests on their impressive bodies as they walked by. 

The final plan came to Jac, fully-formed, as he saw the three of them one Sunday afternoon, sat around the kitchen table, a little hungover and boasting to each other about the dirty girls they had picked up the night before. It was the perfect scheme to deal with guys like this; a way to make them pay for their lust and charmed lifestyle. People didn’t seem to understand the amazing neurochemicals released during sex. It was a mind-blowing state of arousal and dramatic change in the body; the perfect catalyst, if someone was devious enough to implant the correct chemicals and ancient magic into the body beforehand. Jac could see it all: the ingredients he would need, the ceremonies to be performed and sacrifices to be made. He was lost in a wondrous train of thought as the whole formula slotted together perfectly in his mind. “Bye bye, boys!” he smirked to himself as he began to write it all down in his notebook. Now, this was going to be entertaining!

“Oh, hey Jac!” Ben called out keenly. “You want to hang out with us?” he added, reaching to pull a chair towards their table and shifting up a little; always so desperate to add him to their crew.

“Sure,” Jac nodded, surprising them all by giving them more than his usual brief acknowledgement by actually sitting down with them. “I was just thinking,” he grinned, trying to contain his excitement that his plan was actually ready to put into action. “You boys want to come training with me this evening?”

The three boys had jumped at the chance; after all, Jac’s body was so sculpted and perfect; garnering him admiration from all the girls he shunned. They’d asked him before about his strength training secrets and made multiple attempts to invite him along to their sporting events in the past.  But Jac also knew that the three of them all looked up to him in a way that none of them really understood. It was part of what excited him most as Jac worked against them, creating his new formula. It had been joyous work and he felt a strange sense of purpose in all that he was doing; as if this was all meant to be. His true purpose.

Jac had been out that morning to buy protein powder and milk, adding in a couple more flavours that would disguise the taste of the mixture he would also be secretly adding in; the one that the boys would not be expecting, and the one that would see them slowly transform away from their perfect physiques of the present. When the boys were ready and standing there in the gym with him, he grinned, holding each flask out to them to slurp on as they watched Jac lifting impossible weights with ease.

“450lbs!” Ben asked, mouth agape as Jac went for the bench press without asking for a spotter. Already, he was nearly through his protein shake, as were the other two. 

Jac made an effort to make the lift look hard, but he sat up, his muscles bulging just as usual, looking smugly across at the three of them. “That’s how it’s done, boys!” he chuckled.

At that moment, a pretty girl with the tightest butt imaginable strolled on by on her way to the treadmill, capturing the attention of the three horny young males. Like flicking on a light switch, their scents immediately changed, making Jac’s heart pound with excitement. The formula was inside them and had just been ignited for the first time. He smirked to himself, then sat up, leading the boys to the next activity.

Despite their pleas, Jac had refused to go out with Sam, Ben and Rob that evening. Perhaps they thought that they were all friends now? Just the idea of that made Jac laugh. He watched them leaving, dressed to impress with their perfectly fitting shirts and tight pants that emphasised the athleticism of their thighs and buttocks. They certainly wouldn’t be returning alone that evening. It was Friday night and they were out to get laid. And that was exactly when things would start to get very exciting indeed.

The boys met in the kitchen the following morning; their usual debrief after a night out, finding out from each other what had happened to them after they had disappeared with a new girl under their arm. Jac drifted in, keen to see how things were unfolding. With all three of the boys, he could smell the ordinary undetectable scent of the formula, now fully established inside of their bodies. His heart raced, realising that it was indeed working. There was something different about all of them, but it was Rob’s stomach that Jac’s eyes immediately found. Dressed in a tight t-shirt, the boy hadn’t seemed to relise the slight tightness of it just below his belly button as he sat there, talking animatedly with his friends.

“We didn’t get to sleep until 5am!” Rob told the boys, laughing. “She was so fucking horny, she just wanted to keep going!” he boasted about his latest conquest. “It didn’t matter what I asked for, she was up for it!”

The two others laughed with a little jealousy, clearly not having had quite as much fun with their ladies the night before.

“That sounds awesome!” Jac smiled, coming over to the table to join then. “Good for you, buddy!” he smiled, grabbing Rob by his shoulder and shaking it with slight affection. Although delighted to see that Jac was joining them again, the three boys suddenly looked a little on-guard. They’d never heard of any of the college girls getting lucky enough to have sex with Jac and they had clearly assumed that he was not the type to approve of the sort of wild one-night stands that they themselves enjoyed so much. But Jac soon put them at ease as he sat himself down at the table, encouraging Rob to describe his night in even more detail, and the kinky things he had been up to. When Ben and Sam leaned back, it was slightly apparent that they were ever so slightly bloated in their stomachs as well, though it was nothing compared to Rob. And with that in mind, Jac felt intrigued to find out why.

“So, you’re telling me, she blew you off in the park on the way home, then you came back here to have sex. And then, this morning, you went for two more rounds before you packed her off home?”

“Pretty much,” Rob grinned, seemingly delighted to be receiving Jac’s approval.

“High Five, buddy!” Jac cheered, raising his hand up. “I didn’t know you were all such pros with the ladies!” he lied, looking around at them all, playing to their egos with perfection. “I can’t wait to hear how you get on tonight.”

“I’m not so sure I can handle another night out,” Ben grumbled, his head a little sore from his hangover.

“What?” Jac laughed. “It’s Saturday night! Don’t be such a lightweight,” he teased. He knew what he was doing. So susceptible to peer pressure, the boys were soon getting ready to hit the clubs again, with one very hedonistic goal in mind.

By the end of the week, Jac was starting to hear whispers about Rob. On the Wednesday, the idiot boy had slipped up, heading to the kitchen area without a shirt on, seemingly oblivious to the growing softness that was spreading across his forgotten abs. Although no one had said anything to him, the petty gossiping had spread through the dorms like wildfire. By the Saturday, he’d either noticed for himself, or had it pointed out to him, for he had disappeared off to the gym that morning and come back, dripping with sweat.

Ever keen to see his formula’s effects, Jac had decided to bump into him in the corridor, marvelling at how the idiot’s damp clothes were sticking to the swolleness of his torso. Perhaps the boy had been overmasturbating in the week, Jac smirked, seeing the puffy fullness to the guy’s butt, as well as the surprising mass to his thighs. 

“Wow! This bulk is really working for you!” Jac smiled, deciding to make a fuss of Rob. “Look at those guns, buddy!” he cheered, lifting Rob’s arm himself. “Our workout last weekend has clearly done you some good!”

Rob shrugged with a little embarrassment. “Actually, I’m trying to cut back,” he mumbled. “I didn’t really intend to…”

“It looks great!” Jac forged on. “I do the same thing every six months or so,” he lied. “During my bulks, I always put on a few pounds of fat in my stomach and my ass, but… honestly, man; you can’t beat it to help you pack on the muscle! You’re going to be absolutely shredded by next summer!”

“Yeah?” Rob asked, looking instantly more encouraged. “I didn’t think of it that way.”

Jac looked over Rob’s body with complete approval. “Man, I’m actually really jealous,” he laughed to himself. “Next time we go to the gym, I can already tell that you’re going to give me a run for my money on the weights.”

“You bet I am!” Rob smiled back; delighted at the prospect of going to the gym with Jac again.

“Are you off out tonight?” Jac asked next; a master at casual conversation.

“Well, I wasn’t going to,” Rob shrugged, clearly a little embarrassed about his current appearance. “But… actually… why the hell not?” 

Despite the clear progress with Rob, Jac could see that things were going to take a little longer with the other two boys. Sam was naturally broader and taller than Rob or Ben. Although he had been packing on a few pounds since he’d taken Jac’s protein shake, his body had done a good job of hiding the majority of it across his giant frame. The only anomaly appeared to be Ben, who’d been rather quiet that week, bogged down with a backlog of assignments that he had neglected. Looking at him, dressed and ready for a night out with the boys, he didn’t appear to look remarkably different than the week before. As frustrating as that was, in some ways,  it only added to the comedy of the situation for Jac, seeing a chubbier Rob sticking out like a sore thumb with his two other friends; his bulbous glutes pushing out so much more than the other two as they strutted off to the clubs. Still, Ben’s slow progress was a concern, and something that Jac would have to think about how to rectify very soon.

Another few days drifted by without much progress at all on Ben’s physique. Jac started to wonder if all the guy’s talk of sleeping with hundreds of girls was all just one giant bluff. But as he saw the boy coming into the kitchen on the Wednesday morning, tired and sleepy-looking after staying up for most of the night on an assignment, Jac’s patience finally came to an end. How much easier this would have been had these boys been born gay and Jac could have seduced them himself. The whole process could have been sped up so much by now!

“Morning sleepy head!” Jac smiled, with slight flirtation; for his own amusement rather than anything else.

“Morning,” grunted an exhausted Ben, filling up his bottle of water in the sink.

Jac huffed. Why couldn’t he just seduce these guys? It didn’t seem that difficult. They were so simple and unremarkable. They already practically worshipped the ground he walked on, drawn in by an energy that even Jac didn’t quite understand himself.

“You’re looking good this morning,” Jac tried. “That t-shirt suits you.”

Ben turned and looked at him, blinking a couple of times. “Thanks. You’re looking good too,” he smiled; suddenly seeming a lot more awake.”

Jac’s nose twitched. He could smell it; that arousal, drawing Ben to him like a moth to a flame.

“I really enjoyed spending time with you the other day at the gym,” Jac went on, growing more bold as he detected his success. “Do you think… maybe you might like to do something else fun with me at some point?” he asked, with a false coyness to his voice.

“Just you and me?” Ben asked hopefully, his eyes now wide with excitement.

“Of course, just you and me…” Jac smiled, moving in on his prey and placing a friendly hand on the guy’s shoulder. This was working. “Where would you like me to take you?”

“I… I don’t know,” Ben stumbled, overcome by his own silent arousal.

“How about…” Jac continued, lowering his hand down Ben’s shoulder until it reached the guy’s tight buns. Ben gasped and sighed with lust as his ass was cupped and rubbed by the guy he looked up to most in the entire world. “How about we go back to your room?” Jac finally suggested, smiling wickedly.

Five times. That was how many jerk-offs Jac witnessed Ben doing as they were together in his room. He smiled and laughed to himself as he went back into his own bedroom, realising that things were suddenly going to get a lot easier for him. By the time he’d left Ben, a strange bloating had started to fill his stomach and even his face had a new, surprising fullness to it. The poor boy had fallen asleep, his body exhausted by the chemistry going on within it.

“Rob!” Jac grinned, stepping out of his room the moment he heard Rob getting ready to leave for his first class. He was still on a high from his encounter with Ben, and so, seducing Rob would be no problem at all. However, the moment Rob laid eyes on him, Jac could detect the pungenat smell of arousal coming from the chubby boy; as if Jac had now unlocked something within him that even he could not stop. “Have you got a minute?” he asked, pushing Rob back into his own bedroom.

Jac looked around, seeing copious amounts of workout gear and weights across the floor. Rob had clearly developed a bit of a complex about his new shape and it was hard for Jac to not laugh as he imagined Rob in here, trying to burn off his extra pounds each evening; his fresh fat jiggling and bouncing; the shimmer of sweat across his softer exterior.

“What’s the matter?” Rob asked, wondering why Jac had invited himself into his room.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Jac began, hearing Rob’s heart racing with lust. “I’ve started to develop these strange feelings… for you,” he explained, pretending to feel embarrassed to be sharing his emotions like this. “Sometimes, I get the impression that maybe you feel the same way.” He hid his face in his hands. “Or… I don’t know. Am I just imagining this, Rob?”

“You’re not imagining anything,” Rob replied, pulling Jac’s hands away from his face. “I think…I think I’m in love with you.”

Jac smiled, holding back another urge to laugh. Rob was in love with him already? This was almost too funny for words. “I want to kiss you,” Jac whispered, then waited as Rob leaned in. After that, in a frenzy of lust, the chubby boy was stripped of everything he wore. He came, serveral times, in Jac’s company over the next two hours. The size of his stomach by the time Jac left was wonderful to behold: rounded and properly bellied, there wouldn’t be a thing left in the fool’s closet that would cover it entirely. Now there was just the issue of Sam…

“Disgusting, isn’t it?” Jac nodded, getting involved in petty dorm gossip for the first time, simply because the subject matter was so delightfully entertaining. “I see them in the kitchen all the time, drinking beer and stuffing their greedy faces on chips and snacks,” he lied, successfully painting a picture of the three boys as nothing more than fat slobs.

“I used to really have a thing for Rob,” the girl next to Jac admitted, making the others shudder at the thought. “Not any more though!”

“I heard a rumour that Sam’s been kicked off the football team indefinitely.”

“I’m not surprised. He hasn’t been going to training for quite some time,” Jac added in, knowing full well that Sam was far too embarrassed by the tremendous amount of fat he’d gained; a giant gut that had to be seen to be believed. Unsurprisingly, his new body was finding it rather difficult to adapt itself for any of his usal athletic pursuits.

Jac felt no shame or guilt as he went back to his room. He simply smirked and carried the brightest smile on his face. He’d barely been there more than a few seconds when a knock came on his door and a fat, horny looking Rob, wearing a t-shirt that didn’t quite cover the giant bulge of his new stomach, stood at his doorway, hoping to be invited in. With a chuckle of glee, Jac pulled him inside and smacked his doughy ass as the highly aroused boy began excitedly undressing himself. Next there came a second knock and Sam was standing there, looking much the same. He seemed confused when he entered and saw Rob already inside. Jac decided to not play into the typical macho jealousy that could easily play out, and he kissed them both, explaining that if they wanted to enjoy his company that evening, they would have to learn to share. 

As if on cue, Ben arrived at the door next, entering with shock, seeing that Rob was already sprawled on the bed, stroking his erection and moaning. Howver, he soon aclimatised to the situation and within no time at all, Jac’s three little piggies were worshipping him, moaning and coming again and again. Despite their little pot bellies, all three of them were beginning to suffer terribly with back fat and Jac laughed, seeing the markings of their tight underwear written across their chubby bodies; held tightly in the grip of brand new obesity. As they left some time later, it was obvious that they’d swelled up even more. Rob couldn’t even pull up the zipper of his new pants, let alone try to button them.

“You know, you boys are really going to have to go on a diet,” Jac told them, doing his best to keep a straight face. He admired the once fit athletes with absolute satisfaction. They’d never lose this weight with the formula inside of them, and they would continue to swell every time their horny brains thought of him; tugging themselves off in the middle of the night and waking up even fatter than the day before. But in that moment, Jac knew with complete certainty that he was ready to move on; ready to find his next victims…

The following day, an irritatingly good looking guy on the next floor had the misfortune of meeting Jac on the stairs on the way down to his first class. He never made it out of the building, guzzling cookies that Jac had laced with his formula and subsequently spending the entire morning jacking off with him in his bedroom.

Jac’s social calendar suddenly became a lot busier as he started making an effort at going to all of the athletic clubs and events that Sam, Ben and Rob had been nagging him about since the start of the year. He smirked, looking around and realising that they really were excellent places to meet the types of guys he was most interested in messing with. He chose a young, strapping wrestler one night and proceeded to select from the baseball team the next. The football team was undeniably his favourite though. There they seemed to worship size and masculinity. It was a concept that Jac found almost too enticing for words, as he arrived each training session with a special treat for at least one of them.

Jac was having the time of his life, picking them off one by one. But of all the football players, Max was undeniably the one that he most wanted to add to his collection of fat boys. Tall, strapping and with a face more handsome than any of the others, Jac had been saving this particular pretty-boy for a later date; allowing the stud to watch all of his fellow players inexplicably becoming fatter and fatter, before quitting altogether. Amongst a few of the decidedly pot bellied boys who were two or three weeks into their emerging obesity, Max’s body shone out like that of a Greek god’s. Jac could see him looking with concern at his friends’ blubbery bodies with mild repulsion. However, tonight, Jac had decided, was going to be Max’s turn. He’d prepared a protein oat bar, laced with his special formula, ready to be offered to the unreasonably handsome young man. Then, after the training, with all of the hot and sweaty guys, Jac stood, completely naked, chatting to them all and smirking at the way theyl had to hide their crotches from him.

Jac was so used to the attention now. He loved every minute of having the boys admiring him; especially those newly doughy ones who would no doubt return to their dorms or frat houses and jack themselves off just thinking about him. A couple of the guys even tried to sneakily take pictures of his naked body with their cell phones; a practice that Jac definitely approved of and strategically ignored. Much like the way Mikey had discreetly stolen his underwear last week and returned this week with an ass that looked softer than a marshmallow.

“Where’s Max gone?” Jac asked, suddenly sensing that the scent of Max had dropped out, even before he turned around and saw that he was nowhere to be seen. He could have kicked himself. He’d only turned his back for a minute.

“It’s his girlfriend’s birthday,” one of the other boys explained; Eddie, a casually funny and stocky young guy that Jac had earmarked for his formula next week. Given that the boy was already a little thicker in the butt than some of the other guys, Jac was keen to see how his body would grow once he’d been seduced and dealt with accordingly. 

It was a conundrum. Jac could have quickly dressed and chased after Max, or he could simply shift his schedule around a little bit. Max could wait. 

“So, Eddie. Do you want to grab a drink with me tonight?”

The next morning. Jac slipped out his files and sighed at the thought of having to sit through an hour of Professor Lee’s inferior teaching. Achieving staggeringly high grades had made Jac the focus of many of the professors, and his absence in classes was always noted more than anyone else’s. But, being here allowed him to stay in the campus, finding new potential guys to use his formula on each and every day. The trade off was just about worth it. 

As Jac opened his file to slip in the useless handouts that Professor Lee had just given out, he immediately saw something new; an envelope with his name written across the front in a perfect, cursive style. His heart raced. How had someone got into his bag without him noticing? He was so careful and alert when he was out and about; it didn’t seem possible. There was also a surprisingly unfamiliar scent to it, unlike anyone he had ever come across here in the college.

Jac waited until everyone else had left the lecture hall, dismissing anyone who tried to coax him into going for a coffee afterwards, or attempt to conduct their inane conversation with him. When alone, he pulled it out once more and gave a final look over his shoulder. Inside was a letter, written in the same beautiful handwriting; its contents making Jac’s heart race even more.

I know what you did, Jac.

Go to the lobby of the Grand Hotel tomorrow evening at 8pm.

Seeing the slight ink bleed through the paper, Jac turned it over and gasped. There, written in the form of a long list, spaced over two columns, were the full names of each person he had brought down with his formula. Not a single victim had been left off the list. Now Jac’s senses were on full alert. Someone had been watching him; following him even. They must have known everything.

Jac was about to be exposed.

That evening and the following day, Jac considered ignoring the instruction, but never for any serious length of time. Whoever it was that had sent that letter, they were smart and cunning. And, as unlikely as it seemed, Jac regarded them, for the time being at least, as somewhat of an equal to himself. It was always better to overestimate a foe, and it wouldn’t do to have someone like that running around. Whoever it was, whatever they wanted, it would all need to be dealt with, and quickly.

The Grand Hotel was located in the heart of the city. The lobby was large and spacious; grand, just as to be expected. 

“May I help you?” asked a good looking guy at the reception desk, just five or so years older than Jac. He clearly had a very nice physique, with dark brown hair and a smile that must have melted the hearts of all the women who came in here. How typical of this place to put their best looking guy on the front desk, Jac thought, chuckling to himself. His immediate thought was of his formula. He could tempt the boy away from his desk, feed him something and then return each week to see its effects.

“No, thank you,” Jac replied, reminding himself that he wasn’t here looking for victims. “I’m supposed to be meeting someone.”

“Ah!” the boy nodded, looking up at the large, decorative clock and seeing the time. “That’ll be Mr Ernst.” His smile seemed to grow brighter as he mentioned the name. “And here he is, just on time,” he declared, eyes sparkling as he looked over Jac’s shoulder.

 Jac turned to see an incredibly handsome and tall man come walking towards him. His shirt draped over his beautifully toned body and he wore formal dress pants with a slimline belt that suggested he was here for business. His hair was blonde and cut into a style that was perfect for his beautiful face; a face that looked stern and unimpressed at the sight of Jac before him. “Thank you, John. I will take things from here,” the man declared in his deep voice.

Jac’s nostrils flared. The scent of this man was undoubtedly the same as that he had sensed on the letter, but it was still confusing to him. Mr Ernst didn’t smell like any of the other men around him. He was somehow different. 

The man turned, without greeting Jac in any way and started leading back towards the elevator. They stood silently, waiting for the doors to close, beginning the journey up to the very top floor without a single word being spoken. Once there, Mr Ernst led the way again, pulling out a card from his wallet to let them into a room.

Jac tried to hold back his surprise as he saw the lavishness of the hotel room he had just entered. The suite had an incredible view of the city, being large and spacious, with plenty of places to sit and relax. Jac closed the door on them and followed Mr Ernst as he sat down at a sofa and pointed to the one opposite it for Jac to sit and join him. It was the first form of actual communication that he had offered at all.

Sitting down, Jac knew that he was only to speak when spoken to. He didn’t have the upperhand in this situation. Not yet at least. And, after the dingy college dorms, the surroundings he now found himself in were taking a little bit of time to get used to.

“So, you’re the one who has been causing me such a headache,” Mr Ernst began. His voice was deep, with a slight hint of irritation. Jac remained silent. “Your ingenuity was impressive. Not many could create a formula like that with so little experience. But your application was sloppy. So many boys in such a small community. You were always asking for trouble. You don’t mind getting caught? Exposed? All your talents wasted!”

Jac swallowed. This man really did know everything.

“You will fall into line,” Mr Ernst declared. “You will follow my orders only from now on.”

“And why should I do that?” Jac tried; attempting to make his voice sound a lot more confident than he felt.

Mr Ernst seemed pleased by Jac’s momentary resistance, but he was undoubtedly someone who could not be toyed with. Like a hungry lion, Jac had the sense that he was a man who could turn on him in an instant. 

“Because, I will show you how you can have just as much fun, without ever getting caught. You’re not the only one, you know. There are many of us all over the world. Higher beings, with a distaste for the arrogance of the athletic and slender. There are many of us, all growing up, finding ourselves as you now have. And we all have exactly the same drive. We do, as you do; although not in quite the same way…”

“You fatten them?” Jac asked, his voice full of awe and wonder. His whole life he had felt so entirely alone. Now he was hearing that there were more people like him. More people who understood magic and the motivations that drove him. “How?”

Mr Ernst grinned wickedly. “I’m pleased that you asked.” He stood up, just as a knock came at the door. “Watch and learn,” he declared, as he walked towards the door.

Jac recognised the voice as soon as he heard it. Max, the football star he had been saving, was stood there, making eyes at Mr Ernst as if he was deeply in love with him. “Hello again, Evan,” he smiled in delight.

“Come in,” cheered Mr Ernst; his tone now more pleasant and friendly; lighter and enthusiastic; keen to see the tall footballer at his door. “I believe you know Jac here,” he pointed towards the sofa.

“I thought it would just be us,” Max replied, actually sounding a little disappointed to see Jac there. He followed Mr Ernst and sat next to him, as close as he could on the couch; kicking off his shoes to get comfortable, like a typically expectant jock.

Jac could see that Mr Ernst, or ‘Evan’ as Max seemed to be calling him, was doing exactly the same to Max as he had done to countless other men, making them fall madly in lust with him. Young and horny, Max seemed almost incapable of bearing it. As soon as he sat down next to Evan, one hand slid over his shoulder and another began to stroke the man’s thigh. He didn’t care that Jac was there; he was so overcome with arousal, it was clear that he just wanted Evan to turn to him and make love right there and then.

“Can you smell it yet?” the wicked man asked, looking directly at Jac. “The sweat?” He then turned to Max, encouraging his attentions by kissing him deeply and passionately. Max’s hardness looked ready to burst out his pants, and as they kissed, his fingers worked to unbutton Evan’s shirt. But after releasing a couple of them, Mr Ernst stopped him. “I think you should take off your shirt first,” he grinned excitedly.

Max didn’t need telling twice. Immediately, he stood up and pulled his t-shirt straight off his long torso. Mr Ernst hadn’t been kidding when he mentioned the sweat, for although Max’s athletic body was the envy of most guys, his chest glistened with sweat, like he had just rubbed oil all over himself. He sat again, pressing his body up against Evan like he was determined to ignore the fact that Jac was there at all.

“This disgusting brute had one single dose of my formula almost exactly four hours ago,” Evan explained directly to Jac. As he spoke, his hand rubbed over Max’s hardness, making the horny jock moan aloud, not listening to a word that was said. “You let him slip through your fingers…”

Jac felt the sting of accusation. Evan was right, he’d had the opportunity to use his own formula on Max and he hadn’t taken it.

“No mercy,” Evan stated very clearly and almost threateningly. “None of them ever escape. You will never let something like that happen again.”

Jac shook his head, sensing that he would be wise to agree with Evan’s demands, no matter what they were. “What’s going to happen to him?” he asked openly, given how indiscreet Evan was already being, and how mindless with lust Max already seemed.

Evan turned to Max and looked him directly in the eyes. “He’s in for a BIG treat!” he whispered, before turning back to Jac and laughing at his own private joke.

“Can we take this into the bedroom?” asked a desperately horny Max, with eyes only for Evan.

“It’s time to stand up,” Evan nodded, watching the seconds tick by on his watch. He patted Max’s slimline butt and ushered the guy away from the couch and into the middle of the space where Jac could have the perfect view. Jac felt overwhelmingly excited. Above the stink of sweat coming from Max’s body, there was an undeniable cocktail of hormones bubbling away inside the football star, waiting for ignition. “Ten seconds!” Evan chuckled, stepping back slightly to get a good look at Max’s physique for himself

Max was beyond help. Even with Jac there, he slipped his hand down into his pants and began tugging himself off. “Come on, baby! Stop teasing me. Come to bed…”

Evan laughed and stared at his watch. “Five… Four…”

“You’re so fucking hot!” Max growled, stroking his dick with ferocity.

“Three… Two… One…”

Jac gasped, not quite knowing what would happen, but excited for it nonetheless. Even before Evan triumphantly declared ‘zero’, the look on Max’s face changed. His eyes squinted like a sudden sharp pain had taken him; his free hand sliding onto his stomach. He growled, folding over slightly until, with his mouth agape, a loud, rumbling burp rose up from his throat.

“Come and look! It’s fantastic!” Evan declared; his voice uncharacteristically full of joy and delight. Jac could see Max’s hips start to rock backwards and forwards. Evan slapped Max’s hand, resting on his aching stomach. “Move it!” he demanded. “I want to see!” He laughed aloud and Jac’s eyes widened in elation at the marvel of what he was seeing. The skin on Max’s stomach, although sweaty, looked puffier and softer. As his hips rocked, it wasn’t immediately obvious what was happening, but soon there was no denying it: Max’s stomach was pushing outwards, forming a small paunch within a matter of seconds; even as his hand remained clamped on his own hardness, just as it had been before.

“He’s getting fatter!” Jac laughed, standing in front of Max and seeing the spaced-out expression of shock and submission on the guy’s face.

Evan tugged down at Max’s pants, making them slide down around his ankles. Then, with a delighted surge of energy, he slapped Max’s now naked butt, holding his hand there. His other hand drifted onto Max’s paunch, rubbing it gleefully. “Atta boy!” he whispered teasingly, clearly just as aroused as Jac was. “It’s time to become a great big, fat piggy-boy for me!”

Jac reached out his hand, feeling the growing arch of Max’s new stomach fat. He grabbed a wedge of skin around what had become the start of very real love handles, and jiggled in disbelief. Under the surface, real fat was amassing with remarkable speed. He reached back to feel Max’s rear, once so slender and pert, but now bloating quickly and expanding; widening and softening. Evan’s fingers draped over the other butt cheek, feeling its growth and bouncing the glute as the weight of it became more and more pronounced. 

A small double chin was starting to frame Max’s face and Jac couldn’t resist touching that too. There was blubber forming underneath the boy’s nipples and they also began to jiggle under the consistent sway of Max’s hips. Onwards the jock’s stomach pushed out, filling his middle like an inflating tire. Soon, there was a definite shelf forming under the boy’s softening chest, with his new belly starting to lunge from his hips. He seemed to lose his balance slightly, wobbling on his feet until he’d stepped out of his old clothes entirely. Only his socks now remained in place. Jac immediately bent down to pick up the empty clothes, saving the fattening boy from tripping again. He paused, gazing in awe at the tiny underwear that the handsome young man had been wearing only moments ago. Evan seemed to catch on, laughing wickedly as well, before grabbing the underwear and holding up them like a prize, dangling them in front of Max’s face: a monument to what the stud had once been and would never be again.

The gut on Max now looked so solid and set in, it was hard to believe that the guy had ever been anything but overweight. But now the formula seemed to be tightening its grip further. Max growled and winced as his round belly inflated outwards in all directions. He let go of his hardness at last, seeming to instinctively raise his arms a little as his belly and chest visibly grew with remarkable speed. Evan’s elation was contagious, as the man patted and grabbed at the expanding fat, even as it swelled into Max’s arms and thighs. All of a sudden, the football star seemed utterly enormous, yet he was still growing; swelling with pure fat all over his body and groaning as it took him over completely. It was hard to comprehend the size of him as the man’s nipples slid down his chest: four hundred pounds? Four-fifty? Five hundred? More?

Max appeared to faint and between them, Evan and Jac caught him, holding the monstrously obese man up with ease given their remarkable and inexplicable strength. Together they lowered him to the carpet, watching the large, doughy ass spread as it met the floor. Soon he was lying back completely. Fat bulged in new and exciting ways all over his enormous form. Jac stared down at the face, buried underneath gigantic cheeks and draped with a remarkable double chin that spread itself around the lower half of his head; entirely robbing of a neck. Chuckling to himself, Jac wondered: would anyone even recognise him anymore? 

“When it wakes up, it’ll think it’s always been this fat,” Evan explained, now calm and restrained once more. He looked down on Max like a conquered enemy, gloating in the glory of victory. “Everyone else will think it too. Reality is warping all around him,” the man explained, holding up his hands and touching the air as if he could feel it working, even now. He sniggered and lightly kicked Max’s body to see the waves of fat ripple across the enormous torso, then walked back to the couch; pointing directly at the one opposite for Jac to do the same; just as when he had first arrived. “Tomorrow you will come to the meeting I am holding here. There you will see all of them; all of the men just like you. All of them lost and alone until I found them and brought them together. I will show them my new formula, just as I have done with you tonight. You will see it in action once more. Then you will leave and use it yourself, on any man your heart desires. Five a day! Six! One hundred! I want them all to feel my magic within them.” He looked harshly at Jac, his eyes darkening with shadows. “Is this something you think you could do?” he asked in a dangerous tone.

Jac gazed once more at the enormously obese football star, still lying unconscious on the floor. Neither one of their lives would ever be the same again after tonight. He turned his gaze to Evan and held stare firmly. 

“Yes,” he declared with absolute certainty; knowing that it was a vow that he would gladly let consume his entire being for the rest of his days.

[rubin-therubix-loverofblorbos]

Dog Fortress 2: The First One: Electric Boogaloo

🪴🕷️🪶🦘Sniper🪶🦘🕷️🪴--- Australian Staghound AKA Kangaroo Dog

The Australian Staghound is not recognized as a breed, but is a type of sighthound that is used to pursue (course) a variety of quarry (game). Although it is not recognized as a breed, some "lines" have been bred together longer than some recognized modern breeds. The best way to visualize the Australian Staghound is to blend together the characteristics of the Scottish Deerhound with the Greyhound. This is a running dog with the physical characteristics that would be referred to as the Greyhound prototype. It has long legs, a deep chest, and strong muscles. The Staghound has great visual acuity, and some have been bred for some scenting ability while on course. 

Staghounds are very fast but are not hyperactive. To some people, the Staghound even appears to be a bit lazy around the home once mature. The coursing instinct in the American Staghound is unsurpassed, so anything that runs may be considered quarry. Males stand at a maximum of 32 inches at the shoulder.

🎞️🌀🦎🕴🏾Spy🕴🏾🦎🌀🎞️ --- Beauceron

These dogs are muscular, rugged, and large, standing as high as 27.5 inches at the shoulder, yet graceful and in all ways balanced. The Beauceron is imposing and powerful, but also remarkably smart, spirited, and a versatile herder. Their dark black coats feature handsome squirrel-red accents, including the red feet that give the breed its French nickname Bas-Rouge ('red stockings').

The long head is well chiseled, and the dark brown eyes project expression breed fanciers describe as frank and confident. They're not for novice owners, who might end up being owned by their dominant dog instead of the other way around. That said, well-trained and socialized Beaucerons are levelheaded watchdogs and guardians, especially good with the young, the small, and the defenseless. I Just got all that info from the kennel club website btw.

❤️‍🩹🫀🩸🕊️Medic🕊️🩸🫀❤️‍🩹 --- Giant Schnauzer

The Giant Schnauzer is a large and extremely intelligent dog of German decent. They are territorial, yet good with people. The males stand at a minimum of 25.5 inches at the shoulder, and are expected to be a larger and more powerful version of the Standard Schnauzer. For some reason, there was not much information on these dogs.

🌭🌪️🐜🐆Scout🐆🐜🌪️🌭 --- Wolfhound {Juvenile}

Wolfhounds are sweet, loyal dogs. They love to be around their family and enjoy plenty of affection. Because of their strong prey drive, only let them off-leash in a securely fenced-in area.

Otherwise, they may take off after something and get into a dangerous situation. The defining characteristic of the Irish wolfhound is its imposing height, as it is the tallest breed of dog. But a good wolfhound is more than just a tall dog. It is a sturdy, yet swift dog, capable of running down and killing large animals. It has a general greyhound build, only larger and stockier.

The legs are long, the body comparatively narrow, the loin slightly arched, the chest deep and the waist moderately small. Like most sighthounds, the tail is long and carried low. These dogs can run at 30 to 40 miles per hour and they are definitely not snap-to-it obedience prospects. 

🪵♟️🔫🪨Heavy🪨🔫♟️🪵 --- Caucasian Shepherd Dog

The Caucasian Shepherd dog is a serious guardian breed and should never be taken lightly.

The Russian Caucasian is bold, fearless, self-confident, and fierce when a threat is present, but he is soft, devoted, kind, and endearing to his family, including other family pets.

The Caucasian Shepherd dog is known for its strong protective instincts and intelligence. They are independent and can be highly intelligent, but they also have a strong will and may require consistent and patient training.

🍾🧨🍻💥Demoman💥🍻🧨🍾 --- Bloodhound

This Scottish breed is reported to be gentle and is tireless when following a scent. Because of its strong tracking instinct, it can be willful and somewhat difficult to obedience train and handle on a leash. Bloodhounds are known to have an affectionate and even-tempered nature to humans, with them considered to be excellent family pets.

🧠🌻🌾🦾Engineer🦾🌾🌻🧠 --- Miniature Bull Terrier

This dog is so fucking small it's not even funny anymore I'm crying. Anyway, onto actual information.

Like Bull Terriers, Miniature Bull Terriers are loving and, like many terrier breeds, they can be stubborn at times; but despite this they make great dogs for people with limited space.

Miniature Bull Terriers are known to be stubborn and courageous. Despite their diminutive stature, they will readily challenge larger dogs. However, as with any dog, owners can reduce the likelihood of confrontations by providing appropriate training. They are very energetic and playful and love people, but care must be taken as they are variable around other dogs.

Miniature Bull Terriers require little grooming. A quick brushing once a day or a few times a week is sufficient. Sunscreen must be used on any sparse white sections of fur around the face, ears, hindquarters or stomach when outdoors (especially in summer between the hours of 10am and 2pm) to avoid sunburn and cancer.

💢🥀🦴💥Soldier💥🦴🥀💢 --- Cane Corso

Smart, trainable, and of noble bearing, the assertive and confident Cane Corso is a peerless protector. The Corso's lineage goes back to ancient Roman times, and the breed's name roughly translates from the Latin as 'bodyguard dog.'

At nearly 28 inches at the shoulder and often weighing more than 100 pounds, with a large head, alert expression, and muscles rippling beneath their short, stiff coat, Corsi are at a glance intimidating creatures. Their imposing appearance is their first line of defense against intruders. As one writer put it, 'An understated air of cool competence, the kind of demeanor you'd expect from a professional bodyguard, is the breed's trademark.'     

Corsi are intelligent, loyal, eager to please, versatile, and intensely loyal to their humans, but are also assertive and willful, and can end up owning an unwitting owner. As with any other big guardian dog, responsible breeding and early socialization with people and other dogs is vital.

💥🔥🌈🌻Pyro🌻🌈🔥💥 --- Xoloitzcuintli

Taka the fire dog is there because they are my scar guide for dog Pyro. Arguably the most unique-looking dog breed out there, the Xoloitzcuintli is generally known as an intelligent, alert, and affectionate breed with an unyielding loyalty to their owners. The correct Xoloitzcuintli pronunciation is “show-low-eats-queent-lee” but they can also be known as the Mexican Hairless Dog or “Xolo” for short. This show-stopping pup is an ancient breed, with origins dating back to over 3000 years ago.

🧠👁️🏵️💃🏼Ms. Pauling💃🏼🏵️👁️🧠 --- Parti Poodle

Like all Poodles, these dogs are highly intelligent. They require daily exercise and interaction in order to be happy and well-mannered. A bored Poodle is likely to become destructive or show unwanted behaviors such as separation anxiety or reactivity. Poodles tend to be a “nervy” breed, meaning they can easily develop anxiety.

It is extremely important to brush your Poodle’s coat several times a week and have it trimmed and bathed every one or two months by a professional groomer. Matting can happen quickly in their dense, coarse coat, and it can become so bad that the dog needs to be shaved down to the skin.

BONUSES!: MEDIC'S PIGEON-DOVES!

Fancy 🕊️Jacobin Pigieon Archimedes🕊️ Because why is this pigeon slayin' so hard. He Is The Substitute Flock Leader Because He is So Dramatic And Mean And Beautiful and Has The biggest Ego A Creature Under Two Pounds Can Obtain. He is Stained with blood but I Couldn't Find a Photo To Show That.

Cutie 🧠Old German Owl Pigeon Elucid🧠 because JUST LOOK AT IT. The Lovey Dovey One that Would Kill Everybody Else Viciously but is a Sweetie Pie Bean Potato That Can Do No Wrong to Medic

Adorable ✒️Bokhara Trumpeter Aristotle✒️The One that Medic Thinks could Learn to Write If it Wanted To AKA The Second Most Dramatic One {Achimedes can NEVER be Beat}

Precious 🥀Saxon Fairy Swallow Pigeon Vesalius🥀 The One That Keeps Trying to Kill Itself by Messing with the Medical Supplies

Sweetie 🍯Fantail Pigeon Ambrosious🍯 The Little Fuck of the Flock

AMBROSIUS SHAT ON SNIPER TODAY SO HE ONLY GETS ONE IMAGE {I reached the thirty limit but had to sacrifice Sniper's Rough collie to get the last two in there 😔}

#tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #tf2 #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 archimedes #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 pyro #rubin report

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Vēṭkai (Part -2)

Third Person POV

'Children, please stop running' a soft voice said to the hyperactive kids making their parents reach old age very quickly.

'Arun! Kundavai! listen to your mother!' a strong voice shouted at his beloved kids who froze in their spot and giggled at their father's antics to make them obey. But it worked, as they ran towards their heavily pregnant mother and hugged her belly.

'You should be resting' said the man and smiled softly at his wife with so much love.

'Well, of course, I should be as you are the one who made me heavily pregnant for the third time' She said with a smirk. and the kids again started to play with each other.

'Well you were not complaining when I made you pregnant' He whispered to her which resulted in him being whacked at his chest for being profound in front of their children.

They both laughed and she laid her head against his chest. As she traced patterns at the top of his shirt she stared at the place where there is a huge scar that sits on top of his left chest area, which is visible and can be peeked through the shirt.

Memories rushed towards her and she still remembered the day it happen just like yesterday.

Nandhini POV

A huge gasp left my mouth and my eyes opened up only to be blinded by lights. All the events that had happened flashed through my mind and I abruptly get up to see where I am.

'Shh! Take it easy. Don't get up too fast' A voice said while holding me. I am not sure what they are saying but my trembling self said to be calm. But my mind went into a frenzy again thinking of ilavarasar Karikalan, and he is nowhere to be seen.

'கரிகாலரே! எங்கே இருக்குறீர்கள்?'(Karikalar! Where are you)My voice started to get louder as I whipped my head right and left, the more I search the more scarier I got. This place is weird and filled with things I can't understand.

'Karikalan? Is the one who was with you?' An elderly woman in front of me asked, she looks divine and had this sense of calmness towards her. But I still can't understand what is she saying. Am I a different kingdom? That couldn't be possible cause the last thing I remember being fallen off the cliff and holding on to my love. How am I even alive? But I can here her saying Karikalan's name so she might have known him so I nodded my head hoping I got what she asked me right.

'You can understand me, right? ok let me try in Tamizh, Unga per enna?' Her words made me tilt my head, I can partially understand the last bit she spoke. Was it Tamizh? but not exactly the same. But I can get from that that she is asking my name.

I pointed at me and said 'எந்தன் பெயர் நந்தினி ஆகும் ' (My name is Nandhin)I said hoping she got it and she did. So I wanted to ask her about Karikalar.

'கரிகாலர் எங்கே? அவரை நான் காணவேண்டும்'(Where is Karikalar? I want to see him) At this moment I am desperate to know whether he is safe or not. But the look on the face of the woman before me changed. As she tried to comprehend what I told her.

'shhh, shh, ok ok,' She said and tried to action me to calm down, and I suddenly felt a stinging pain in my stomach only to check that the wound is stitched up, it was killing me. Before I ask again I saw an elderly man walking inside, who looks muscular and tall. He doesn't look like a person from Chola Desam, definitely, we are in some other kingdom. But it's a good thing if so, as here we at least have some time before anyone knows who we are.

'Oh, you are awake! How are you feeling' Again with the language I can't understand, what is it!! My confusion made him quickly ask the same thing in somewhat Thamizh which I understand partially.

'Neenga 2 varama ah coma la irukeenga, you should take rest' His words are jumbled for me. 2 varam?

As if they can understand my feelings they nodded their heads. They asked to sit me on a chair with wheels, woah and it can move. It's so strange but I am glad that I don't have to walk as the pain when I felt while standing up was so intense. As they went from one room to another and end up in a room that was similar to mine. There he was in the middle of the bed sleeping. With their broken Tamizh they explained to me that he was also in a coma for the past two weeks and hope will be waking up soon.

I just sat next to him and held his hand close to my chest and prayed to Krishna just asking him to help him. Help my Prince.

Three weeks later

It's been three weeks since I woke up in this strange place, over this period I learned that the elderly couple whose names are (Bala and Shubha) saw us injured at the bottom of what they called Kolli malai, As they are both local physicians and help poor people around the native are they made sure to take us to their home. Through them, I learned that currently, it's the year 2013 and that news made my head spin. As I see them as my parents cause of the way they treated me I entrusted them with my identity. But it was very difficult cause they don't understand my pure Tamil but we came up with a pattern and I am learning their language as well. And also it made them stop informing the Police cause they think that would be best for us until we come up with a plan.

As they don't have any children they are glad that they have someone in the house as the age as their children if they had one.

For the past these weeks I sat next to him, my love hoping that he wake up soon, but each day passed with no improvement. But Appa Bala says to not lose hope.

'Aazhi Mazhai Kannaa

Ondru Nee Kai Karavel

Aazhiyul Puku

Muganthu Kodaarththeri

Oozhi Mudhalvan Uruvampol

Meikaruthu

Paaliyanth Tholudaip

Padpanaban Kaiyyil

Aazhipol Minni

Aazhipol Minni

Valampuripol Nindrathirnthu

Thaazhaathey Saarngam

Uthaitha Saramazhaipol

Tears slipped from my eyes and my lips tremble, I just don't know what else I should do. I closed my eyes and sang those again and again. Suddenly I left someone touching my cheeks. My eyes flew open to see Karikalan now wiping my tears off and smiling at me. I couldn't stop my tears I just never thought I would see this day, hoping we would be together.

Vaazha Ulaginil

Peithidaai Naangalum

Maargazhi Neeraada

Magizhnthelo Rembaavaai'

'ஒருவழியாக நீ எனக்காக ஒரு பாடல் பாடிவிட்டாய்'(After all this time, you have finally sang for me) His words made me laugh.

A few months later

Karikalan had a very hard time for the first few weeks to live this new life in this new era. He couldn't believe that there is no Chola desam and that they were defeated long back. His anger and cries worried Bala and Shuba but they tried their best to make us comfortable. We are not sure how we can repay them.

Currently, we are in Thanjai as now it comes under Tamilnadu and the country they call is India.

'இச்சிறப்பான கோயிலை எழுப்பியது எம் தமையனா?'(Is it really my younger brother was the one who made this beautiful temple?)Tears fell from his eyes as he traced Arunmozhi's name which was mentioned as Raja Raja Cholan. He doesn't want to leave cause this is the place that was made by his brother.

A year later

Right now we are getting comfortable in this place, we tried to visit Kadambur but nothing helped us to go back, so we rested the case and accepted that here we live, We have also been customed to technology and we are so fascinated.

After nearly a year later discovering us in a tragic state, Bala and Shuba made sure to get us IDs which they use here to identify themselves.

It was hard but they had some influence. We also learned modern Tamil along with English to communicate. We both were healed and in good health now. Karikalan started working in a nearby school as a martial teacher and I conduct a singing class. Mostly they are thanking my Krishna who guided us to this life.

Sometimes I get fright that all these are just a mere dream and I will be waking up to reality. But if it was a dream then I don't want to wake up at all.

Three years later (2017 - almost 2018)

It was that windy night Karikalan asked me to marry him. At first, I don't know whether I should say yes or no. As I am already a married woman and it was considered a shame back from where we came from. But in reality, we are thousands of years into the future and it doesn't matter now.

With a peak in a cheek and caress to his chin I sealed my lips to his, answering his question without a word. That night turned into one of the most beautiful nights when we have become one together. We do not know whether it is the wind or the smell of the sand or the calmness inside the house where Shuba and Bala went for a vacation leaving us alone or just the desperation of wanting to feel the feeling of being touched by love.

His strong arms caged me and lifted my hips and meet me at the right spot each time. Moans erupted throughout the room making it sound like a melody of love. Throughout our love making we didn't look away from each other, nor we can.

At the final snap of the hips, my vision got white and his lips sealed mine drinking away my muffled moans. We both are full of each other.

And it continues way more than once. As we got married a few months after, Karikalan made sure we mate like bunnies in a mating season and made sure I got pregnant and I did.

10 Months later

With heavy breaths leaving my mouth and sweat building up, it was then our first baby, our beautiful baby boy came to this world. As others laid him on top of my breast tears of joy fell down. All the pain I felt doesn't matter now and I will go for thousand times again and again if needed.

We know what we are going to name him and KArikalan asked me about the name I would definitely want him to have the name of the most generous, powerful warrior/King who ever lived, Arunmozhi.

'வாழ்க பல்லாணடு எம் இளவரசே அருண்மொழி'(Long live the prince, Arunmozhi) Karikalan sang and I smiled at the scene to capture it on my memory forever.

A year later

It was the end of 2019 and we welcomed our second child, our baby girl who we named Kundavai. Yes even though I had some spats with real Kundavai I always admired her and what else I can ask in a girl who can be filled with knowledge, administrative thinking, and beauty as this world has never seen.

And yes, Karikalan couldn't help wanting to mate again and again. God, I am not sure how this man ever lived without having it for most of his life back then.

Present day - 2023

Third Person POV

Nandhini let out a giggle after thinking about how their life turned into heaven and how their family is shaping up.

She lightly kisses up the scars that sit on top of Karikalan's chest as he kissed her head.

'So what we are going to name the one which looks like will be popped out any day' He asked and gently massaged her hips. A silent moan left Nandini's lips as the sensation felt wonderful.

She smiled and thought, She really wanted to carry the name of her mother, the name Vallavarayan Vanthiyathevan mentioned. And she has a feeling that this one also be a girl.

'How about Mandakini' She answered to which Karikalan smiled and nodded.

'But we still have to have one more so we can name him Vanthiyadevan' He said and wiggled his eyebrow.

Arunmozhi who is currently five years turned around as he heard the name he always loved. His father always mentioned his friend Vallavarayan Vanthiyadevan.

'Are we going to have Vanthiyadevan also? Yes!!' The child laughed and hugged his sister who currently didn't understand what it is at the tender age of 3 1/2 but laughed along with her brother.

@vibishalakshman  @thatacademic @thelekhikawrites 

They have it all and they also have parent figures who made sure to help them on every step. As the family enjoyed it appears to be the start of the Chola bloodline that again will raise to his power one day. One can hope, can't we?

The END BEGINNING

@curiousgalacticsoul @babayagahunt @hollogramhallucination 

@whippersnappersbookworm  @willkatfanfromasia @chiyaanvikram​

#chola #time travel #vikram #chiyaan vikram #tamil #pandiyan #ponniyin selvan #aditha karikalan #karikalan #arunmozhi #arulmozhi #vanthiyathevan #vandiyadevan #vaanathi #kundavai #kundhavai #nandhini #aishwarya bachchan #aishwarya lekshmi #poonguzhali #oneshot #fanfic #aditya karikalan #aishwaryarai #trisha krishnan #ponniyinselvanfanfic #ps-1 #ps2 #karthi

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It's Harley Quinn's turn !!

Design rant time!!! (I wrote way too much about her just a warning)

She actually has two more looks, her dating Joker era, and her post breakup era, the one shown above is her once she finds herself, so here are the other two:

Harleen Quinzel's backstory is barely changed. She grew up in a shitty home and spent her time outside of school doing gymnastics, and developed an interest in psychology and psychiatry. She became a psychiatrist at Arkham and fell in love with the Joker who she helped break out of Arkham. He then forced her to take a quick swim a vat of chemicals at Ace Chemicals which bleached her skin and hair and drove her mad (although she was already a little unstable). From there she was in a codependent and somewhat abusive relationship with the Joker. After many breakups, during which she often seeked support from Ivy, they eventually broke up for good and she started her solo criminal career (although it's not very solo considering her tendency to work with Ivy or as a part of the Sirens).

As Harleen Quinzel she wore fake glasses to make herself look smarter, spoke with a different more "acceptable" accent, and maintained a calm and collected demeanour. This was all in an attempt to be taken seriously by others. (Note she is prone to unhealthy relationships, the Joker was not the first shitty relationship she had been in but thankfully was the last). After becoming Harley Quinn her personality became erratic and hyperactive, often having mood swings, and experiencing extreme emotions, but is only prone to violence if provoked. She started using her actual accent although she spoke using a higher pitched voice when with the Joker. As Harley Quinn she started wearing exaggerated makeup, dying her hair and wearing almost solely black and red. With the Joker she donned her iconic Harley Quinn costume and used an oversized mallet found at Amusement Mile (Where the Joker would often hide out). She also got some tattoos during this era. After their final breakup she let the hair dye grow out (her hair was split dyed fully black and red) and chopped off a lot of it, she began wearing a modified version of her Harlequin costume and got a new mallet (to note this outfit has wheels in the soles of the shoes). Just to mention during one of Joker and Harley's really bad breakups is when Ivy gave her the shit to make her immune to toxins and poisons.

Eventually Harley found herself donning a new outfit which is more casual, keeping her second mallet, and occasionally wearing a mask. The mask does nothing to hide her identity but when she eventually began working with the Batfam more than commuting crimes she wanted to fit in with everyone and they all wear masks. She also began dating Ivy (once again not exactly healthy but as healthy as possible). Although despite this her personality hasn't mellowed out whatsoever and if anything she's even more joyful and optimistic. After dating Ivy she got Ivy's name tattooed on her and some roses to cover up an old Joker tattoo, Ivy thinks it's stupid but Harley thinks it's a display of affection (Note Harley thinks body modification is really cool and as a result has a lot of tattoos and more then a few piercings). Also after years of using gymnastics to fight people and swinging around a fucking giant mallet she's muscular, specifically her arms, I'm just not great at drawing muscle. And somewhere in all that is shit to do with the Suicide Squad which she's a member of for a while. In Arkham her hair dye fades, she can't wear makeup, and she gets out of having handcuffs or a straight jacket because she's surprisingly compliant and doesn't cause too many problems. (Note with her Arkham outfit the shirt is cropped because she has a habit of fashioning her clothes how she wants to wear them, but also tearing off strips of fabric to braid with when bored).

Personal details, she's bi and fuck it she's trans mtf because I said so. As stated she's in a relationship with Ivy and Ivy is probably the person she's closest to (aside from her Hyenas Bud and Lou). She's friends with the Riddler and they bond over both being found really annoying by the rest of the rogues. She's also friends with Catwoman, and Penguin has a soft spot for her. She's a member of the Gotham City Siren's, occasionally helps out the Birds of Prey, and both unwillingly and willingly helps out the Batfam. Just to note as is often canon she's still incredibly smart specifically in psychology and psychiatry, and is a super talented gymnast. And that's everything, I really didn't say anything unique, she sticks pretty close to the character Harley has become over the years. Oh also obviously she's Jewish and is practicing.

#dc #dc comics #au #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #batman #rogues gallery #digital art #incase you couldnt tell i dont like the pink and baby blue hair #so i stuck soley to red and black for everything #with a few gold accents obviously #my art

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“it’s okay, you’re okay, just breathe. i’ve got you now, you’re safe.” + Billy Cranston

Hooky and Heroism

Eugene ‘Skull’ Skullovitch would plainly admit to anyone who asked that he was simply not a hero. If anything, he was more of a sidekick, if not just an adornment of the scenery. His gum snapping, witty observations, and high-pitched laughter were the only flashing signals guiding anyone’s attention to the skinny, dark-haired teen.

A hero? Pffft…. Most days, it was a struggle to save himself let alone anyone else. That was the way of the world in the Skullovitch household. Fend for yourself, it is what it is, etc. For a large part of his young life, this had been the norm and Skull never gave it a second thought. Wasn’t everyone’s family like his with their own crosses to bear?

Getting from one day to another by whatever means presented themselves.

Aligning himself with Bulk, a fellow outcast, gave ‘seasoning’ to his days and for a time, he was content with their dynamic. Bulk was the main character, Skull the perfect foil for the other’s theatrics. It was sad that this young man never seemed to realize the magnificent flamboyance he possessed, if he’d only step into the spotlight himself.

But sometimes, fate has a way of giving a person a nudge in the right direction. For Skull, it was a firm, authoritative, swift kick in his boney ass. He was in the right place at the right time and, wouldn’t you know, he was the right person to boot!

That day, Skull was playing hooky, feeling no desire to waste this beautiful sunny weather withering away in a classroom. He wasn’t concerned about the school calling his parents. Even if his mom were available to answer, she’d merely rasp, “So?” before hanging up. The mall was calling his name this morning and he grinned excitedly.

With all the competing sights, smells, and noises, it was a Wonderland of delight for his hyperactive senses. Skull planned to hit the arcade, the food court, the music store, the joke shop. The day was his oyster. Ambling leisurely up the front walk to the big glass doors, he almost vibrated with joy.

The mall was two levels with a large circular ‘wishing’ fountain in the middle. Skull lost track of how many pennies he flipped into the swishing water; the ‘wishes’ he wished were foolish flights of fancy. Mostly they involved grand adventures of the sort he used to dream up with Billy Cranston when they were six.

Skull had a talent for sniffing out lost souls, those who’s home life was difficult and turbulent. It was like he could detect a faint aura of rage mixed with pain emanating from them like a fine mist. The tiniest nuance of emotion, things others would not even notice, stood out to the gangly teen like a neon sign.

Realizing the new kid in school radiated this similar tragic energy as himself had been a surprise. In the short span of a few weeks, he’d brought Kimberly Hart to tears in the hallway at school, caused Zackary Taylor to wind up in detention, and somehow managed to frighten Jason Scott, a muscular jock with a black belt.

Tommy Oliver was venomous; however, Skull was one of the few people who didn’t refer to him as that ‘fucking dick’ behind his back. He recognized misplaced pain and despair. But that didn’t mean that he had any notion of paling around with the sullen, aggressive teen.

Popping his earbuds in place, Skull quickly found his favorite song and happily danced along as the escalator approached the mall’s second level. The food court was situated right as one stepped off onto the tiled floor. The delicious smells of pizza, nacho meat, and grilling burgers wafted temptingly. Fishing in his pockets, Skull managed to count out enough in change for a slice of cheese pizza and a small soda.

What a perfect day!

He reclined back in the old wrought iron chair in the large eating area under the skylight, slurping the last of his beverage when he suddenly noticed something amiss. Jumping quickly, the chair tipped backwards spilling him out on the ground. Eyes wide, he pulled his ear buds out to the frantic screams of people fleeing towards the downstairs escalator.

From down the winding corridor, a crowd of grey clay monstrosities raced after the frightened shoppers, tipping tables and racks of clothing, kicking trashcans, and shattering glass windows in their wake.

Putties!

Black boots scrabbling over the tile, Skull found his footing and attempted to escape. Getting to the escalator in the disorganized mass of people and mess wasn’t possible. In all the chaos, he spied a hiding spot on the other side of an upturned food cart; pretzels, salt packets, and napkins were scattered in a wide fan before it.

Dropping down, he crawled wildly towards that nearby cart. The putties hadn’t noticed him slinking across the way with so many screaming, hysterical individuals to terrorize. Skull pulled his knees to his chest and pressed tight against his barrier. Heart thudding and panting rapidly, he noticed another distinct noise echoing through the upper level.

The clang of metal on metal.

Risking a peek, Skull peered around the cart’s edge enough to see the Blue Ranger take a devasting blow from the newest villain in Rita’s posse. The Ranger’s chest sparked from the strike of the Green Ranger’s curved blade and his lance clattered uselessly to the ground.

A dark laugh from the evil Ranger as he kicked the weapon aside and continued to advance menacingly.

“Uh oh, Blue Ranger,” he snarled. “Your team’s about to be down a color.”

Kipping to his feet, the retreating Ranger fell into a ready stance, fists clenched and bracing for the Green Ranger’s attack.

“Isn’t this cute? You think you’re a match for me when even your so-called leader isn’t? Mighty presumptuous of you, Blue,” he mocked, swinging his sword from side to side.

The Blue Ranger was silent, not bothering with the usual back and forth banter the others engaged in. He knew he was out of his depth with the evil Ranger. The monster was right; if Jason had been brutally beaten and traumatized in the Dark Dimension, what hope did he have?

Skull held his breath nervously as he watched the two Rangers. He’d only ever seen the Green Ranger on television. In person, he was a bull of a man, head lowered ferally, growling deep in his chest.

“Come on then, little boy Blue, let’s tango,” the Ranger hissed, before launching himself at the other.

Mouth agape in horror, the skinny teen watched as the Green Ranger unleashed a volley of rapid punches and kicks, punctuated with slashes from his weapon. The Blue Ranger cried out in pain, desperately trying to defend himself. Slowly, he was backed against the railing overlooking the lower level; the swishing water of the fountain below almost unnoticed in the melee.

A powerful roundhouse kick to the head and the defensive Ranger dropped to the floor, semi-conscious while the Green Ranger loomed over him, laughing. Skull could hear soft groans and watched as the Blue Ranger’s fingers fluttered weakly. He wasn’t going to be able to get up and defend himself, the perfect sitting duck for this crazed Ranger.

‘DO SOMETHING’, blared through Skull’s mind, drowning out his usual nervous chatter. ‘He’s going to KILL him if you don’t!’

Reacting without further reflection, the smaller teen leapt to his feet and charged the Green Ranger from behind.

So confident had Tommy been about what was about to transpire, he was stunned when he felt hands shove hard into his back, propelling him forwards. He stumbled, arms flailing as his boot caught on the downed Ranger’s body and he tipped over the top of the level’s railing, waist catching and sending him end over end into the fountain below.

Pain flared through the Green Ranger’s knee and the cold bite of the water stunned him momentarily. The whole action completely threw him for a tailspin; that wasn’t supposed to happen!! Now, he was really fucking PISSED!

Up on the second floor, Skull crouched down by the Blue Ranger’s helmet, unsure what to do to help. The only thing he could think of was to reassure the injured Ranger.

“It’s ok, you’re ok. Just breathe. I’ve got you now. You’re safe,” he whispered, reaching out a trembling hand to stroke the silky blue arm.

Skull wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘I’ve got you now.’ If that psychotic fucker came racing back up here…. Well, they’d both be dead meat. When the otherworldly scream of rage reverberated from down below, Skull knew that was likely what was about to happen.

Nervously peering down into the fountain, Skull found that demonic black visor staring directly at him. Jabbing a threatening finger upwards, the Green Ranger bellowed at him ominously.

“Motherfucker! You’re so DEAD!”

He limped to the ledge of the fountain, hand clutching his right leg. The other held tightly to his gleaming blade.

“I’m going to kill you slowly, punk!” he screamed, stepping over.

A flash of red and the Green Ranger found himself intercepted.

“Think again, asshole!” the Red Ranger yelled defiantly, his sword also drawn.

The Pink, Yellow, and Black Rangers fought back a large golden ape and an armor-clad woman with long black hair. The Green Ranger surveyed the surrounding brawl with embarrassment. Had Goldar and Scorpina seen that little freak push him over the rail?

His helmet turned back to slowly look the Red Ranger up and down.

“So you want my attention some more, you pompous, arrogant jackass? The Dark Dimension wasn’t enough for you?” he taunted.

Glancing back towards Skull, he chuckled.

“I’ll get you later, freak! Red wants to play now,” he warned.

‘Oh shit, did I really just do that? What was I thinking?’ Skull fretted.

A noise from his left caught his attention. The Blue Ranger was stirring, his arms pushing his upper body off the floor and pulling his knees under him. Skull couldn’t help but give an excited yelp of joy at seeing the Ranger awake and moving. The gloved hand went to his helmet and clutched it as he grunted in pain.

“Hey, you’re awake!” Skull squeaked happily and almost clutched the Blue Ranger in a tight hug.

The visor slowly locked on the teen’s face and the Ranger sucked in a surprised breath.

“Thank you for interceding. That was a rather brave reaction,” Billy managed, stunned to see who it was that saved him.

Skull blushed a deep pink.

“Awww, you’re welcome. But it was more stupid than brave,” he answered. “That’s how most of my decisions are anyways.”

The Blue Ranger shook his head and placed a hand on Skull’s shoulder.

“Negative. You were very brave just now. I’d be dead if it wasn’t for you.”

The helmet tilted in thought.

“Remember this. You’re braver than you think, Skull,” the Ranger continued.

Skull’s eyes widened.

“You know my name?”

Whoops.

“We know a lot. Don’t forget that either,” the soft voice stuttered.

Hearing the angry yelling and swearing from the Green and Red Rangers below, the Blue Ranger gave a curt nod.

“I’ve got to get down there. Hurry and get to safety,” he instructed.

Skull nodded and watched as the Blue Ranger vaulted gracefully over the rail to join the others. Then he made his way to the exit undetected.

The next day, when the teen decided to attend school, he was the talk of Angel Grove High. The mall security footage had been leaked to the media and played over various news stations unbeknownst to Skull. He’d gotten several high-fives and claps on the back as he strolled down the halls.

Bulk bragged until he was blue in the face about his heroic best friend. Teachers, even Mr. Kaplan took time to applaud his actions saving the Blue Ranger, artfully overlooking his attendance issue. Skull squirmed under the scrutiny, feeling like a phony.

Apparently, he had missed a lot by skipping yesterday. Besides his act of heroism, the other topic of discussion was a supposed fist fight between Jason, whose left arm hung in a sling, and Tommy, who sported a crutch under one arm. No one really knew what happened. But Bulk whispered to Skull at the lunch table that he had overheard that the two had come to blows over a crude hand motion Tommy had given Kimberly in the art room.

Skull doubted that as he had personally seen the new kid give that exact same innuendo TO Jason as the pair bristled at each other in front of their lockers. Whatever had happened, the two were still at odds, with Tommy flipping Jason the finger in Ms. Appleby’s class when the teacher’s back was turned.

Or maybe the teen was just in a nasty mood with everyone now.

Before the last bell of the day rang, Tommy shoved Skull violently into a locker, completely unprovoked.

“Bitch,” he spat.

Maybe Tommy was just a fucking dick.

#boom! comics power rangers #jason scott #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #billy cranston #eugene skullovitch #power rangers

[insurrection-if]

Mutya I. Lumaban (RO - HAWKS)

Mutya I. Lumaban | 26 | Specialist | Mind Projection | Full Romance

The stalwart pillar of the HAWKS, Mutya conceals her efforts on the team's behalf behind a false air of surliness. Maybe you will come to adore the kind heart you find beneath her hard shell, or perhaps you will admire her efforts in keeping close to her strength.

Assertive and sensitive, Mutya tries to conceal her vulnerability beneath a confident exterior. Some might declare her rough-around-the-edges. Others rumor her to be a true softie beneath the facade. Either way, Mutya will defend her pride from such slander however she must. This is not to say that Mutya doesn't display a notable degree of maturity whenever attention and teasing isn't directed towards her. She can sometimes fall into a spell of brooding. Oftentimes, she is noted for her firm determination in all she sets out to do. A determination that may burn so deeply in her chest that it consumes her unspoken fears and unbridled excitement.

Mutya was discovered in a weaved basket by her adoptive father. He brought her to his farm where, then, only he and his adoptive son resided and toiled. Time passed, and the coming years would bring more unwanted children to her father’s doorstep. Some she saw being handed over by desperate parents, and others she or her siblings discovered abandoned on the premises. She would have four siblings by age ten. Their ages were a cluster, their identities changed, and their bonds grew stronger with every exhausting day.

By coincidence or not, all but one of them would manifest Gifts of their own. Their father, bearing no trace of Gifted blood himself, took this development in stride. Mutya felt secure in confiding in him about her fear towards her own mind and the danger her hyperactive imagination provoked. She feared endangering her siblings and learned to reign in her short temper when their clumsy proficiency caused her blood to spill from their own Gifts. The mountainous forestry of the farm created a symbolic veil between the secrets of their Gifted home and the outside world. Almost like a secluded paradise, Mutya buried her frantic worries in grueling labor and mindless play.

Her father married a non-Gifted school teacher from the nearest town, and their marriage would lead to another five siblings in her life. Their crowded home soon became too small for her young mind, and it became clear that her aging siblings felt the same. The eldest few set off for foreign shores to find better earnings to send back home. The work they ended up stumbling upon, however, was an enlistment into Gifted mercenary bands. Mutya would beg them for tales about their hired crusades whenever they returned and became passionate about the injustices they claimed to see beyond the isolation of her home. When she too came of age for independence she did not hesitate to join in their fraught adventures. It did not take long for them to all break off from their former crew to establish a solely vigilante task force among themselves.

Mutya traveled the world as a rogue ‘peacekeeper’ with her siblings. 

Mutya’s 5’6” stature doesn’t intimidate most, but no one should underestimate the strength within her muscular frame. She cannot remember a time where her body wasn’t hardened against the natural world with calloused hands and toned might. Her hair, a deep ochre in shade, is kept at a more practical chin-length with its style of a messy bob. Mutya's hazel eyes are often narrowed with defensive discomfort around unfamiliar company or squint passively in pensive thought. The result is a default expression that seems to harbor anger even in her calmest moods. Her broad shoulders only emphasize the length of a jagged scar that traces across the left side of her collarbone. Mutya takes no precautions to obscure the old wound as she sticks to her favorite athletic attire: tanks tops (occasionally covered with an open button-up), baggy cargo pants, and running shoes with neutral to dark tones. This choice of outfit exposes the taunt muscles beneath her deep tan and reddish complexion - and Mutya holds a high appreciation of her strength's aesthetic appeal. (Though she would never confess this to anyone.) Her strong square jaw is softened by the roundness of her lips, and the thickness of her brows rounds out her overall handsome appearance. Mutya indulges in the infrequent use of eyeliner but employs little more make-up than that.

Familial Status: Mutya is devoted to her family, even if she used to live autonomously from their chaotic whims.

Romantic Interests: None. There are too many threats occupying her mind.

Closest Friend: Previously, her adoptive father. Then, it was her stepmother. Now, she sees Imka as yet another sister to hold close.

Respects: Sigmund, Kamiko, Kalyna, Retriever, Boar

Friends: Niccolò (kind of), Kamiko (to an extent), Sigmund (maybe), Nasrin (she thinks), Elouan (much to her inner dismay)

Distrusts: Elouan, Yadon, Akil, Jae

Indifferent Towards: Jae, Most CARDINALS

Rivals: Akil, Dearil, Curadora

Mutya possesses the gift to conjure her imagination into reality for limited periods of time, though this is especially dependent on the autonomous complexity of her thoughts.

#characters #hawks profiles #insurrection #insurrection:hawks #Spotify #SoundCloud #c: mutya #ro

[cardinsect9]

8 Easy Facts About ADHD Described

Focus shortage hyperactivity ailment (ADHD) is a human brain disorder that influences how you pay out focus, sit still, and regulate your behavior. This has been presented for ADHD, which has been connected to a range of intellectual/behavioral issues, from consuming problems and post-traumatic anxiety ailment to compulsive obsessive problem. Scientists have revealed that one-third of ADHD instances are related to a single condition, specifically hyperactivity. People along with ADHD have a tendency to not react considerably to various other jobs. It takes place in children and teens and can proceed in to maturity. It's like a magnetic for pedophiles as properly. I have viewed little ones coming from all sexes who acquire near. One of them told me he and his younger sibling have been in his team of individuals for a although currently. He was only interested what the screw he does to them all after that made an effort to be along with them, but he points out he never ever views a large distinction. He thinks perhaps his much younger brother was violated like that. ADHD is the very most commonly detected psychological disorder in little ones. This has led to research in to its cause. The American Foundation For Child Health is an association that has been leading the way along with analysis on the causes of this disorder and how to identify parents who possess difficulty coping with depression and stress. Even more info may be located on its website, www.fchh.org. About The Writer I have been a professional psychotherapist and psychoanalyst since 1972. Kids are a lot more likely to have it than women. Males have much less muscular tissue. Gals usually tend to possess a physical body size benefit through being much bigger, and the odds of obtaining a little one are greater for them as effectively. I discover that there are actually numerous types of baby, but what regarding you? I asked some of the girls about their personal experiences around how they selected to come to be moms and dads. It’s typically located throughout the very early school years, when a kid starts to have complications spending interest. It's like a magnetic for trouble maker behavior. The problem with this idea is that not all recess kids are going to require to pay out Interest because they are being educated to look along with interest. You may see a little one beginning school as an eighth grader, which is only great. But some in the parent's team may additionally view something in different ways. ADHD can't be protected against or remedied. The only method to stay clear of the impacts of vitamin A shortage is for your little ones to use supplements. All supplements have one of the observing elements: vitamin C, vitamin E, vitamin D, magnesium mineral, copper, zinc, manganese, iodine, iron, magnesium chloride and so several more. Please seek advice from a specialist doctor for precise info. A Reliable Source and Downsides of Steroid Supplementations 1.

But spotting it early, plus having a really good therapy and education strategy, can help a child or grownup along with ADHD take care of their signs and symptoms. Once healthy, little ones and grownups along with ADHD have a excellent chance to help from far better nourishment, physical functionality, and sustain so that they can easily receive to the following degree in their lives. It may after that assist them to continue to experience some benefits of procedure if they continue in this means for around 4-5 years. ADHD Symptoms Signs in children Signs are grouped into three styles: Is effortlessly distracted Doesn't follow paths or appearance jobs Doesn't seem to be listening closely Doesn't pay interest and helps make negligent errors Fails to remember regarding day-to-day tasks Has troubles organizing regular activities Doesn’t just like to carry out points that demand sitting still Commonly loses things Has a tendency to stargaze Often wriggles, fidgets, or jumps when resting Doesn't stay seated Has problem participating in quietly Is consistently relocating, such as running or going up on points. (In teens and grownups, this is even more typically illustrated as uneasyness.). When speaking concerning how very easy it would be to get through as a young individual along with this social capabilities, it is tough to state that we're much better off possessing a baby. But it's quick and easy. Some folks are better off being capable to discover various other factors to do. The very most reliable method to receive assistance is using it. Speaks excessively Is always “on the go,” as if “driven through a electric motor” Has problem waiting for their turn Spout out solutions Interrupts others Combined. Can easilyn't acquire what's written in the following paragraph on the screen. Is in an attempt at avoiding interruption. Has actually trouble thinking. Constantly seems to assume simply in a way that helps make feeling. Can't seem to be to comprehend why and how anyone may perhaps understand what she sees. This includes indicators of both various other styles. For instance: Misdiagnosis of liquor dependence or drug substance addiction Bipolar problem, if found in each patients and in their households Depression, in some families possessing bipolar problem Obesity, or over active eating designs In both situations, alcoholic drinks consumption is an vital sign of threat. This indicates that the enhanced threat of alcoholic drinks dependancy one of problem drinkers has actually great consequences for their health and long-term wellness. Symptoms in grownups ADHD vs. ADD Focus deficiency disorder (ADD) is the aged title for ADHD. This has been a significant problem of much older adults as effectively. For numerous older adults, this illness has been a sign of their individuality because of various hereditary proneness, such as inadequate training or unsatisfactory bodily capacities. The very same hereditary problem can result in ADHD (additionally phoned ADD). This popular disorder, frequently contacted ADHD-like symptoms, is the most extreme condition of little ones and teenagers. It was formally altered in the 1990s. And in carrying out so, it was really a bit like inquiring someone whether their palm was sturdy sufficient for her to move. When you've shed somebody in a duel, you mayn't win in this video game of wits. It was tough for me to not feel that there was something innate in being able to play effectively sufficient to succeed something without thinking about the pros and downsides of winning. I've consistently claimed there's some capability to the video game.

#Chicago Psychiatrist #Chicago Psychiatrist near me

[fernweh-writes]

Hello! Could I get a matchup please? If you’re still doing them of course <3

My pronouns are they/them! I’m 5’9 with a skinny, yet muscular frame. I’m very pale with heterochromic eyes, left brown, right blue. I have short, fluffy hair thats always changing colour. Right now it’s two toned, white and brown.

I’m usually very shy around strangers & get extremely bad anxiety around large crowds. (Sometimes to the point where I’ll cry, not my best moments) People say I’m much different when you get to know me, not the shy little person at all. I’m very enthusiastic when talking about things I enjoy, I’ll rant for hours if you let me, and I’ll get pretty hyperactive too. My friends say I act like a puppy. I don’t get mad, its actually impossible to do that, i’ll get upset and sad but thats it. I’m pretty playful and love teasing my friends. I’m also the group therapist and I make sure everyone feels comfortable enough to talk if anything happens.

I like staying at home / being away from people the most. I’ll listen to music 24/7, all genres usually depending on my mood, I also enjoy *playing* music, I know how to play several, none of which I’m a professional at. I love to write, draw (badly), cook (now this i’m a pro at), do photography, paint, make weird sculptures out of clay, spend time with my pets (dog, cat, snake, and two lizards 😌), and read. Being out in the woods on hikes is my favourite thing on earth, but other than that skateboarding and swimming are cool too. I’m pretty touch starved so whenever I get the chance for even something little, like a hug, I might genuinely cry. I need attention a lot, but feel horrible if I start thinking I’m a bother of any sort. I’m an anxious being, just around people, other than that I’m level headed and kind of a daredevil. Oh, I forgot to mention, I hate talking, I prefer to observe rather than join in on conversations. I actually learned sign language so I didn’t have to speak 😭 I hope this wasn’t too long 🥺 Take your time on this, I don’t care if it takes a while to finish! Give yourself breaks <3 I adore your writing so much, have a lovely day 🥺💖💖

Brahms Heelshire

He immediately came to mind for me. Brahms lives in a secluded victorian mansion so really what more could you need.

Brahms is also a big music enthusiast. Although the only genre he’s enthusiastic about is classical music. It would take awhile for your taste in different genres to grow on him. Expect him to swap out records whenever you’re always from the record player.

Similarly, Brahms is also fond of teasing and playing tricks on people. He messes with Greta all of the time in the movie in order to freak her out. So he would happily go back and forth with you and your tricks.

Enjoys any little rants or tangents you go on but is also respectful of the times you simply don’t feel like talking. I believe Brahms is fond of learning so you could most likely teach him sign language.

He’s also very clingy and touch starved. Once he finds out that you’re an affectionate person this man will be on you like white on rice.

Brahms would also appreciate a person who can cook. He would even encourage you to try all sorts of new recipes for the two of you to try. Would be especially happy if you know the perfect peanut butter to jelly ratio for a pb&j!

#matchups

[innerfuel]

Relaxing, and Focusing: GABA and Glutamate in the Human Brain

Why balancing GABA and Glutamate is important for our brain? The brain’s most abundant free amino acid is glutamate, an intersection for many other metabolic pathways.

Increasing data indicate that abnormal glutamate signaling may contribute to the pathogenesis of attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder. Also, a Lack of glutamate may cause mild intellectual disability and modest physical and mental development delays. That’s why we need to balance.

Nevertheless, 30–40% of synapses contain the inhibitory neurotransmitter GABA. It reverses glutamate, the brain’s primary excitatory neurotransmitter.

This article will explain the importance of balancing this neurotransmitter in our brain.

The role of the inhibitory neurotransmitter GABA has long been regarded as central to the regulation of anxiety and this neurotransmitter system is the target of benzodiazepines and related drugs used to treat anxiety disorders.

Glutamate/GABA: The Neurotransmitters of Yin and Yang

According to ancient Chinese philosophy, the inhibitory (yin) and excitatory (yang) live in perfect harmony. Without realizing it, these ancient thinkers appear to have stumbled onto a primitive explanation of our two most essential neurotransmitters hundreds of years before the scientific method was invented!

GABA is the most important inhibitory neurotransmitter in the brain, appearing in 30 to 40% of synapses. It helps counter-balance glutamate, the brain’s main excitatory neurotransmitter — the yang to GABA’s yin. It has been termed “nature’s Valium” for its relaxing impact.

GABA and glutamate are the most abundant neurotransmitters in the brain and are involved in controlling alertness, anxiety, muscular tension, and memory processes.

Glutamate

GABA’s precursor, glutamate, is used by more than half of all neurons and raises the brain’s overall level of excitement. Glutamate is generally involved in learning, memory, and synaptogenesis (the formation of new neural connections). 2 We’ve previously discussed a few of biology’s most renowned double-edged weapons, including oxygen, insulin, glucose, and glutamate is no exception.

Excessive amounts can produce excitotoxicity, which harms nerve cells.

Dysfunction of the complex systems that govern glutamate release has been detected in Alzheimer’s disease and is a negative factor in ALS, a fast progressing neurological illness that destroys the neurons that drive voluntary movement.

(One of the two primary types of medications used to treat dementia lowers glutamate-related excitotoxicity in the brain, and the only FDA-approved treatment for ALS is likewise a glutamate modulator.)

Glutamate is the most abundant excitatory neurotransmitter released by nerve cells in your brain. It plays a major role in learning and memory. For your brain to function properly, glutamate needs to be present in the right concentration in the right places at the right time.Mono-Sodium Glutamate (MSG)

MSG may be the most cognitively harmful food ingredient. MSG’s glutamate is an excitatory neurotransmitter that fires neurons. Too much MSG causes neurons to fire quickly for no reason. Excitotoxicity depletes mitochondrial energy, creates free radicals, and kills neurons.

Glutamate excitotoxicity is a cell death process caused by too much glutamate. There are research showed that the administration of NAC reduces glutamate levels.

More information: https://innerfuel.net/glutamate-gaba-balance-and-anxiety/

#innerfuel #nootropics #biohacks #health #energy #body #meditation #relaxing #self-development

[tessfest-not-active]

10 Ways To Improve Exercise Ways To Improve Exercise

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Without proper exercise and also a well balanced diet, dogs can experience weight problems. No tablet computers to remember to take, no unique diets, no needed exercise regimen. Get utilized to the idea that in some cases points might be a little bit bumpy along the road, but develop your business mind to not let that frustrate you. With 35 inquiries, our pet trivia test might even allow you know a couple of points you didn't recognize like which organ just dogs as well as human beings have. They are additionally understand for being extremely smart. You might believe you are a canine expert, but just how much do you actually understand? Once you fetch the responses, you will discover out precisely just how much you understand regarding canines. Before you can really learn more about your pet, you have to give him or her a name. For numerous years, we have thought the myth that dogs are colorblind. In enhancement to supplying dogs with greater body warm, they also huddle to secure their body organs.

Along with extending your back, you ought to stretch your legs. It can walk on its back legs. With a minimum of 18 muscle mass in each ear, pet dogs can relocate their ears a little to catch sounds. If this seems like you, then your body kind is most likely an 'ectomorph'. It can not chart out the training course before you, nonetheless. There's a reason. They do so out of those slits when pet dogs exhale. Originally bred to be rescue dogs in the Swiss Alps, the St. Bernard can grow up to 260 pounds! For instance, "lap pets" were bred to rest in people's laps. Growing up to 20 extra pounds, the Norwegian Lundehund was initially reproduced to search puffins. The Lundehund's six-toed feet aid them maintain a company hold on the snowy as well as icy Norwegian terrain. At the very least initially, maintain a bronchodilator with you. Add some fresh garlic on a regular basis to your food preparation to keep your heart healthy.

To tone muscular tissues and tighten up slack skin, add resistance as well as weight-lifting drills. The exercises in this program, which have web links on the last web page of this post, will certainly supply you with a well balanced strength-training program that will certainly tone and shape your abdominal area and also shape muscle mass throughout your body. While most pet dogs have adorable pink tongues, the chow chow has a a black tongue. An illness referred to as parvovirus can be deadly to pet dogs who contract it. In the northeast USA, you should inoculate pet cats as well as pet dogs against heartworm, a mosquito-borne disease. Hyperactivity - Vigorous, social pet dogs like Dalmatians are happiest when part of an energetic household. Dogs are our most cherished animal, as well as the realities concerning them are also more remarkable. The only thing more remarkable than our dog's every action is their background and truths regarding them. Throughout this canine facts quiz, we are going to ask you about some popular and some little-known canine realities. Challenge your canine expertise with this test, and also consider yourself as experienced as your vet! From the world's oldest type to the globe's heaviest breed, your pet knowledge is going to be put to the test.

With only 350 Cesky terriers in presence, they are likewise taken into consideration one of the globe's most expensive breeds. When the "Wizard of Oz" debuted, the appeal of Cairn terriers skyrocketed. And for that objective, you can certainly consider Drew Brees' exercise regimen and diet strategy as a reference. It's tough to plan and follow the proportion, making sure to choose the best food (this website) as well as stick to the prescribed number as well as proportion of food blocks at each dish. Obesity is noted by the American Kennel Club as the leading wellness issue that all pet dog types run into. A lot more significantly, as Verywell Health notes, numerous physicians have specialized training in dealing with particular problems or health problems. If you enjoy your pet very closely, they have a lot more movement in their ears than humans. When it's too warm for your pooch, they sweat much like humans. Where are a canine's gland found?

With 35 concerns, our pet dog trivia test may even allow you in on a few things you didn't understand like which body organ only dogs as well as people have. You might think you are a dog professional, but just how much do you actually recognize? Once you bring the solutions, you will certainly locate out exactly how much you understand concerning canines. Before you can really obtain to recognize your dog, you have to give him or her a name. Throughout this pet dog facts test, we are going to ask you concerning some well-known and some obscure pet realities.

#Keto #Low carb Diet #Weight Loss #Workout

[the-canadian-nerd]

What happens when you rewatch The Witcher while flipping through The Dragon Prince art book? And happen upon the drawing of Ethari playing the lute? You start to imagine him singing an elf version of “Toss a Coin to Your Witcher” to his hubby Runaan, that’s what!

And the song is called “Toss a Coin to Your Assassin” btw. Because it’s 10 pm and I don’t have enough brain cells to come up with something more creative. 

#tdp #ethari #runaan #ruthari #seriously though #it works #runaan = geralt #ciri = rayla #ethari = jaskier #only more muscular and not as hyperactive #the witcher #now i can just imagine ethari serenading runaan from below a balcony #now i want to rewrite the lyrics to it suits them

[zombiepirates]

starting the blog off strong with my funny little hcs/redesigns for the main 4

read more for a looooong list of hcs

okay here we go

edd:

- 5'9

- half korean half white

- 26 in the end

- bi and the token cis friend, uses he/him pronouns

- built like a muscular santa LOL, definitely physically the strongest of the main four

- has lots of moles all over

- likes to have a clean shaven face but gets lazy sometimes. he has hairy arms, legs, etc

- OBVIOUSLY listens to the beatles his cat is named ringo. also is a pink floyd, journey, rolling stones, and led zepplin enjoyer. he likes bo burnham too

- i see his personality as being like. he doesn't start chaos but boy is he happy to join in and be along for the ride.

- actually is pretty apathetic a lot of the time *points at pre legacy edd who wants nothing to do with his friends when he has to put effort into the relationship*

- gets so competitive over every. little. thing.

- has adhd , was hyperactive as a kid but now struggles to muster the energy to do anything that doesn't relate to a hyperfixation (animation and writing comics are the major ones)

- tics as a result of his adhd which pisses him off especially when he's drawing

- also stims quite a lot ☺ canonically gets flappy hands + his "broccoli!" is ABSOLUTELY a stim r u kidding

- still has leftover powers from poweredd! they aren't always there but if he feels threatened they can pop up. his eyes turn completely green when he uses powers 😮

- really quick on his feet and is always able to pull the boys out of trouble if need be (big reason why he naturally falls into a leadership position)

- only eats junk food unless someone sits him down and forces him to eat a proper meal. eats really frequently too, always has a bag of chips and cola within arms reach

- drinks and smokes 🍃 socially but never by himself. isn't a fan of anything with nicotine

- likes beer and whiskey, and takes 🍃 in pretty much any form without a preference

- his green hoodie is a comfort item so he is p much always wearing it, even in the summer. otherwise wears t shirts and cargo pants

- his lucky can is also a comfort item

- vibes really well with tom! they're both really chill and mellow when around eachother. they like to talk about movies together

- when with matt his energy level is definitely boosted. they like to go out to eat, go to the mall, and ofc go to amusement parks

- tord activates the competitive part of his personality lol. they butt heads a lot but most of the time it's in a joking way. loooove to play video games together

tom:

- 6'1

- black

- 25 in the end

- bi with a male preference, doesn't label his gender but is somewhere inbetween agender and male. uses he/it/they pronouns

- messes with his hair a lot, most of the time it is bleached more than it should be. it sometimes has shoulder length locs which he'll tie into a ponytail

- has many scars up his arms and thighs

- has tons of piercings everywhere bc he uses it as a form of sh and figures nobody will notice (tord totally does n worries but never says anything)

- muscular arms and chest bc he works out when he's mad (which is. frequently!)

- has stubble and very thick + usually untrimmed sideburns. also lots of body hair

- nails are usually painted black

- enjoys ska punk fashion

- has lots of patchwork and embroidery on his clothing. wears tons of accessories , chains, rubber bracelets, belts, fingerless gloves, yada yada

- ok im abt to rapidfire list artists i think it listens to bc. he loves music so <3

sublime, queen, david bowie, radiohead, ac/dc, abba, nirvana, oasis, deftones, korn, the smashing pumpkins, neutral milk hotel, the smiths, pavement, violent femmes, and pixies

- a lot of ppl write him as like. always serious and deadpan, never experiences joy. THIS IS INCORRECT!!!!! this is literally the guy whose running bit is "random xd"

- tom is the first to make a joke out of a shitty situation, in fact his inability to read the room causes problems sometimes. he def made jokes about tord after the end and it made edd and matt massively uncomfortable

- also sometimes makes those awkward self deprecating jokes that are not funny but. he's working on it

- relies on situational humor to be funny

- generally is quiet unless he wants to make a lil snide remark or someone speaks directly to him

- ......unless he's drunk. GOD does he love to talk when he's drunk. usually about himself, although it could either be "i'm worthless" or "i'm awesome and sexy"

- SO BAD WHEN PPL HAVE EMOTIONS... lacks empathy so if someone cries in front of him he has no clue how to react

- very possessive + protective of susan and tomee bear

- *unfolds list and puts on reading glasses* has depression, mild social anxiety (was bad in hs but is getting better), adhd, ocd, bipolar, + insomnia and obviously issues with alcohol. sorry for making him mentally ill it is simply how i see him

- his alc addiction is actually a lot better than it was pre legacy :] especially post the end he is able to occasionally drink socially without it being an issue

- of course i will talk abt monster tom omg. so their monster traits (super strength, increased height, claws, horns, tail) will appear when he feels any super intense emotion no matter what it is. it's typically painful but not always , n its very rare that it assumes full monster form without injections from tord/the red army

- his pessimistic nature comes in handy bc edd and matt don't think abt the risks or possibility of failure for a lot of things so tom is able to reel 'em back and help ground everybody

- forgets to eat all. the. time. and when he DOES eat, it's at like 3am when he grabs a plain bagel from the kitchen

- prefers vodka when drinking but will take anything. not a huge fan of hard seltzers or beer though bc they don't get him drunk enough. i think they prolly like taking edibles to calm their nerves and likes to smoke weed with tord

- probably has a juul that he gets too embarrassed to use outside of his room . not as into nicotine as tord but certainly enjoys it

- makes money as a film composer .. he loves what he does but also wishes he could be a director

- used to work part time at the local bar but uhmmmm

- tom and matt just enjoy being in eachothers company tbh. if they're sittin in the same room on their phones both of them will consider it a good time! tom also likes to play matt music

- i could write a whole essay on tom and tord's relationship but i have so many thoughts i can't even figure out my train of thought. my god

- they bond a lot over hating things LOL they'll watch stupid movies just to laugh at. tom will go on a rant about how he wishes he had the budget to make a blockbuster film and tord just listens

- tom is secretly interested in tord's inventions but would never ask about them so as not to boost his ego LOL

matt:

- 6'4

- white

- 26 in the end

- unlabeled sexuality, almost exclusively likes men. genderfluid and uses he/they + comes up with new neos for himself biweekly

- an absolute twig with very little muscle. he does have very broad shoulders however which gives the illusion he might be anything other than a string bean

- his hair is in awful condition because he treats it horribly 😵 it's naturally curly but since middle school he has straightened and put gel in it daily

- nails always look very nice, sometimes gets extravagant and colorful manicures but usually just has french tips. their nails are quite long

- has long canines and a bite mark scar on his neck

- covered head to toe in freckles

- little to no body hair, they barely have to shave bc they simply don't grow much

- big fan of maximalism in fashion and interior decor

- has his ears pierced and a little stud on his nose

- really enjoys music, listens to madonna, kesha, the millionaires, marina, britney spears, doja cat, avril lavigne, and of course

gwen stefani

- yes he is stupid but not. THAT. stupid. this dude was the leader of a zombie army .

- he's very smart when it comes to manipulating people and likes to use his charm and good looks to get what he wants

- HOWEVER . they lack some common sense. he definitely would use his phone flashlight to check a clock in the middle of the night LOL

- struggles to understand sarcasm a lot of the time

- constantly seeking validation from the boys and ESPECIALLY tom. tom isn't the most affectionate so when tom compliments him his brain explodes /pos

- he was that kid in elementary school with nut allergies n all the adults catered to him LMFAOOOO

- has cute petnames for the boys (dimples for edd, teddy bear for tom, captain for tord) also uses handsome as a name for all of them rather than an adjective lol. he calls tord sunshine when he wants to peeve him

- goes ALL OUT for holidays!!! decorating and gift giving sparks joy

- took french in high school and actually enjoyed it a lot, he's almost fluent

- likes going to parties bc he's constantly understimulated so bright lights and loud music = A GOOD TIME

- always has incense or a candle burning

- has sensory issues with a lot of food (canon example would be him not able to eat ice cream bc it hurts his teeth)

- autistic , ocd and bpd haver . i specifically think he has ocd because of his compulsive hoarding

- actually has a decent eating schedule 😱😱 he eats a lot of fruit . don't ask why i know this i simply can just see it

- enjoys drinking quite a lot actually, they're a big fan of fancy cocktails. enjoys edibles but HATES smoking and vaping, coughs a lot when he does. probably vomited his first time smoking and was traumatized ever since lol

- works at a novelty toy shop in an outlet mall 😁😁 really genuinely loves his job and is so sweet to customers .

- he is still a vampire! thankfully since modern mirrors are not backed by silver he can see his beautiful face🙏

- can't eat garlic and can't be out in the sun for very long without a parasol

- is good at comforting the boys when they're upset, not great at giving advice but they're a great listener and shoulder to cry on

- likes to watch anime with tord 👍 although they have very different taste in anime for the most part, both of them enjoy shounen

tord:

- 5'2

- white

- 26 in the end

- i know. logically.  in canon he definitely likes women (see: kim and katya) but it is simply my opinion that he's only attracted to anime girls and when interacting with irl women he's uncomfortable

- that being said he's gay and transmasc, uses he/him. he was so quiet before leaving and then when he comes back he's  suddenly super boisterous and can't shut up? there's no way he didn't start T and get top surgery in the time he was gone

- muscular from being in the army but when he takes time off to work on inventions he'll eat exclusively instant noodles and takeout so he has some pudge on his tummy, hips and thighs

- scars all over which he claims are from combat training but are just from him being careless with his weapons

- massive eye bags bc his sleeping schedule is horrid

- started bleaching and dying his hair a much lighter brown about a year before leaving , when he gets depressed or too consumed in his work his roots can grow out a decent bit though

- had lots of acne as a teen but is finally free in his 20s

- bites his nails so they look VERY ugly lmao

- sharp teeth >:)

- can get pretty tan in the summer and has freckles on his face, arms, and shoulders

- can't grow facial hair 😒😒 has hair pretty much everywhere else though

- has a few ear piercings and a tongue piercing

- pre legacy tord was emo and legacy tord / red leader is military goth

- since tord was emo in high school and he simply never decided to find to new music his playlists just have ptv, old p!atd, paramore etc...

- he likes hentai in canon so i'm going to pretend that automatically means he is an anime enjoyer! his alltime fav is code geass because r u kidding. a mecha anime abt a guy taking over the world using intellect rather than brute force .

- he also enjoys fooly cooly, death note, mobile suit gundam, promare, fma:b, evangelion, and gurren lagann

- his fav anime characters are lelouch and asuka <3

- his personality pre legacy is . MASSIVELY different  . he was kind of jst like "i'll keep my head down unless A. edd or tom tries to start shit or B. i get to talk about the military or weapons" LOL

- he always knew he was destined for something greater though and had been working on blueprints and finding materials for his giant robot since hs

- started building it a few years before he left . i like to think he didn't take it with him because he knew if he did he wouldn't have a reason to ever see edd, matt, or tom again

- already had connections to paul and pat , they kept in contact after school bc it was always the plan that they would take over the world together

- i think tord stayed in the army seen in moving targets, rose through the ranks, and slowly but surely included more and more of his own ideals into the teachings n trainings of new recruits until eventually they broke off and became the red army

- paul did basically the same thing in his branch of the army and then conjoined it with tord's, pat and yuu being in paul's branch (i hc yanov was in tord's)

- tord is very good at manipulating people into thinking they know what they want which is how he was able to keep soldiers on his side despite being a communist in the uk which is. very much capitalistic!

- even before joining the army he didn't have a job because he can't keep a regular job for life of him. instead he does the majority of the cleaning around the house

- does that silly thing where he forgets words in english so he's like "the uhmm... the thing! with the! yknow !"

- curses in norwegian

- refers to the boys by their full name (edward, matthew, thomas) if he wants to emphasize a point or really get their attention

- defaults to babe or doll as a petname. calls edd and matt his "brave soldiers" in a sweet way and for tom its in a condescending way

- forgets to shower often 😶 typically smells like cigars, gunpowder, oil + grease and sweat

- very intuitive

- a little too confident about his intellect though so when he gets humbled. the man is in Shambles

- has adhd , aspd, bipolar, c-ptsd and insomnia (these boys are all mentally ill)

- not a huge fan of drinking because he's a little Too emotionally vulnerable for his liking and gets uncomfortably hot, if he does drink he'll almost always have bourbon . enjoys smoking pot a whole lot but almost always does it by himself because he gets giggly, flirtatious, and very willing to dump out all his secrets . is very very very addicted to nicotine (strongly prefers cigars but will also use cigarettes, doesn't vape tho cuz he thinks it's uncool LMAO)

- POSSIBLY me being self indulgent with this hc but tord loooves shotgunning with his bfs more than anything  , he is so sad matt isn't into it

- is also with paul and pat but their relationship is much more casual than with edd matt and tom. tord cares more abt the success of his army and cause than kissing his handsome soldiers (unfortunately)

- tord and pat's relationship is like. tom and tord if they used their shared negative outlook on the world for a combined cause instead of a reason to fight constantly

- tord and pat struggle to talk about things other than the red army which upsets paul

- paul is kinda just here for the ride and loves pat and tord very dearly

- paul strokes tord's ego a bit more than what is probably safe lolololol

#eddsworld #ew edd #ew tom #ew matt #ew tord #eddsworld redesign #eddsworld headcanon #tord.draws #tord.lit #polyworld

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lead me to you - rowaelin.

ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin masterlist

word count: 3939

trigger warnings: language, hospitals, mention of passing out, mention of trauma.

tag list: @live-the-fangirl-life @rowaelinismyotp @rowanaelin @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @themoonthestarsthesuriel @autumnbabylon

her apartment, the early morning.

The early mornings that come with having a dog are the biggest downside of having a dog. Especially a large dog, a big, burly, muscular one with too much energy and a ridiculously high walking speed. Let alone running speed.

Aelin’s eyes have never felt more tired, never seemed crustier or dustier. She had woken up, her eyelids practically fused together with sleepy dust, or eye goo, or whatever the fuck the world called the build-up that ruins her mornings. She isn’t even sure.

Her head droops wildly as she sits on the couch, her hand dangling over the arm, a plate of toast slathered in butter with nothing else on her lap. Her fingers are soft and slippery with the buttery residue, and in all her eco-friendly glory Aelin decides to lick her fingers clean, washing them would be a waste of hard manufactured product and no one wants to do that.

She would be lying if she said her life’s efforts weren’t counterintuitive. Her strict exercise schedule of dog walks every morning and a quick workout at her building’s gym every evening combined with her totally random diet of chocolate, chocolate cake, and chocolate hazelnut cake. Even with all the sugar, she manages to have an ass that pops, a waist that dips, and hips that bounce.

All her life goals: checked off.

With a stretch that fills her apartment with cracking, popping, and frankly worrying, noises from her joints, she stands from the couch and washes her plate with the least amount of effort possible. She slips lazily into her room, exchanging her oversized t-shirt and underwear for skin-tight, performance-enhancing leggings and a sports bra that matches. Tying a lightweight jacket around her waist (twice, she’ll kill herself before risking losing over something this expensive) and grabbing her earphones and phone, she whistles sharply.

Fleetfoot, still asleep like the lucky dog she is, immediately perks up, eyes opening wide, ears lifting slightly. The nimble dog jumps from her bed and barks eagerly, spinning around Aelin. With exhausted, slightly shaking hands, Aelin finally manages to clip the lead to Fleetfoot’s collar and gives a few tugs to ensure that it’s secure.

Locking up her apartment, Aelin takes in the fresh air, the quiet sounds of the wind in the trees, the subtle hum of cars on nearby roads. She feels like her senses are muted like the world has gone a little quieter, a little less busy, a little more subtle today.

Just for her.

Even Fleetfoot isn’t barking up a storm this morning, even her stupidly wild, ridiculously idiotic eight-month-old puppy isn’t causing a racket, and Aelin can’t help but be grateful. Can’t help but send a little ‘thank you to The Lord of the North.

Instead of her usual hyperactive, wickedly annoying and yet still adorably endearing routine of spinning in circles and trapping herself in the lead, and needing to be untangled before shitting a quarter of an inch from Aelin’s trainers, Fleetfoot sits quiet and calm by Aelin’s feet until the key clicks finally, and it’s pulled from the lock and tucked safely and uncomfortably into her sports bra.

Without music in her ears like usual, her only company are her loud thoughts, scratching against the double padlocked boxes she had placed them in all those years ago. Nails digging and etching in the material, whines and groans echoing through her and they try to rip her apart, trip her up, pull her down under, make sure she can never get up.

Her mind flashes with images, of red hair and redder blood, of haunting and healing touches, all about the sharp whispers and the harsh screams. Cracking whips and gunshots firing. She’s lost to it all, feet hitting the pavement, that freakishly straight nose and the red hair—hair that never seemed out of place, her heartbeat speeding up, shaggy brown hair that always fell into those golden eyes.

She tries to focus on the light bending through the leaves in the forest she’s managed to run to, she tries to count her breaths as they come from her, she tries to take note of the different bird calls she hears, she tries to count how many colours she’s seen so far on her run, tries to taste the way forests smell on her tongue, she tries to feel the bark against her fingertips.

She tries.

She tries, and she tries, and she tries. Grasping for every rope she can find, only to have it crumble in her fist. Tries to find footholds on this cliff face, but her feet keep slipping from them.

She’s trying, and she’s failing.

She’s slowing down, she’s finding it hard to breathe, she’s finding that her vision is blank, her ears can only hear television static, her nose can’t smell the wild berries that bloom in all corners of the forest.

She’s stopping entirely, she’s feeling dizzy, a little lightheaded. Her breathing isn’t right, out of time and coming out too harsh. She’s not exercising herself too wildly, if anything she’s been taking it easy this morning. Usually, she’s digging holes into the soles of her shoes with how hard she hits the pavement.

Fleetfoot has stopped, standing still, not tugging on her lead like she usually would if Aelin stopped. Big brown eyes stare up at Aelin, filled with concern in the way only Fleetfoot can. Her dog is visibly concerned for her, and Aelin knows something bad is going to happen.

Fleetfoot had been trained as a therapy dog before failing out of the program because o her constant energy and inability to keep calm at crucial times. She knows that Fleetfoot still understands her training, still had those practice sessions in her mind.

Aelin knows something is wrong with her right now.

Her knees are shaking, her breathing has gone from quick, harsh pants to shallow, barely their inhalations. She is a little woozier than she was before. She carries herself on wobbling feet and shaking, crumbling legs to a tree, scraping her back down the bark as she sits down. Her head hits the tree, her eyes falling closed on the impact.

The last thing she knows, the last thing she can take note of, are Fleetfoot’s panicked barks, the soft, wet nose nudging at her hand, Fleetfoot’s beyond bad breath blowing over her face.

oakwald forest, mid-morning.

Rowan Whitehorn is what one could call a health nut, a fitness freak, really fucking fit because he needed an outlet for his anger and annoyance and there happened to be a gym just down the road from him.

His runs every morning are brutal, hard-hitting and far too long for anyone with a normal level of feeling in them. But Rowan has too much feeling in him, can’t seem to forget the feelings in him either, which makes his runs the perfect solutions. It doesn’t hurt that the ‘emotional support’ dog his cousin, Sellene, bought him two years ago has grown to be the size of a fucking horse.

Introduced to Pixie when she was about the height of a hand and the width of a head, he had no clue the little angel would grow to be fucking massive. On her hind legs, the Doberman Pinscher is nearly six-foot tall. When she’s on all fours, her head is brushing his elbow, even with his six-foot, four-inch height.

Halfway through his run, he and Pixie are both energised, still running faster than anyone else on the trails in the woods. Maybe he’s feeling better because he knows somewhere within him that Lyria and his parents are in a better place, maybe he knows that his friends are happy, and maybe he knows he’s got a dog that’ll take the covers from him and maybe he knows that it’s all he really need for a smile to be on his face.

For the first time in years, he isn’t struggling to get out of bed, he isn’t slow and groggy as he walks, he’s got a clear head. Maybe he is due for a haircut, and maybe cleaning up the edge of his stubble is something he can do, but he feels the second he starts changing shit around him everything going to hell again.

He doesn’t want to think anymore, it’s half the reason he runs.

To clear his head, to let his thoughts fall away, only allow himself to know the trail he’s running, the time of day, and how securely Pixie’s leash is gripped within his hands. He sees the green as the trees rush by, he wonders if his eyes really are pine coloured when compared to actual pine needles. Dips his head slightly as a woman runs by, not wanting to appear to be staring at her. He takes in the rocks underfoot, the grey and brown of the mud and the gravel so boring compared to the blooming scenery to his left, to his right.

He's too deep in his head again, too gone to his thoughts, too gone to every impulse he’s in therapy to stop. His overthinking is what killed his self-esteem, what killed the easy-going smirk, and the loud, obnoxiously so, laugh he used to give out like dentists give out stickers. It’s what killed Rowan Whitehorn, the outgoing guy who’s everywhere, and it’s what created Rowan Whitehorn, the recluse who’s dropped off the face of the earth.

Mind blank, as much as it can be at least, he’s more in tune with Pixie and the way her head can’t quite stop moving around, her hard-to-pique attention, thoroughly piqued. Her nose is going wild, sniffing the air and searching for something, her face switching from facing east, to north, to south to west, stopping at different variations of the compass points before settling on dead ahead.

She lets out a whine, tugging a little on the lead that is still wrapped firmly around Rowan’s hand. He’s strong, but when a one-hundred-and-fifty-pound, seven-foot-tall when on its hind legs, Doberman Pinscher takes off running at full force, full speed there’s little more you can do than hold on tight and stick along for the ride.

Adding some slack to the strong, sturdy lead, Pixie makes headway, continuing. Keeping his feet moving, and taking off his headphones, he keeps his eyes open and his ears interested. They edge forward on the path, Pixie going slow so she can listen out for anything and everything, rowan so he can pull Pixie back at any sort of hint of danger.

It’s a while before Rowan picks up on it, the loud barking, shrieking yips, and worried whines. It’s a dog, and no wonder Pixie is so hot on its trail, she’s weirdly hard-wired as some sort of rescue dog.

Weirdly, because she hasn’t seen a day of search and rescue training, nor any other type of training beyond that of Rowan’s. Her paws hurry along the muddy floor, the light getting thinner as they delve further and further into the thicket of Oakwald Forest.

A flash of fur, blonde and streaked with mud, and Pixie is off, and Rowan Is hurrying to catch up. An aggravated bark escapes pixie lighting up the forest as the birds shift on the trees at the volume and the force behind it. He’s always had to tell people her bark is worse than her bite.

The other dog doesn’t stop, barking and barking. It’s soul-crushing, the desperation in the limited language it speaks, and it tugs on heartstrings that Rowan never knew existed. It plays on every single one of his emotions and trips every single instinct he’s ever had to save someone.

Because… if a dog is barking like that, then someone is guaranteed to be hurt.

It reminds him of the scene in I Am Legend, not that he’s seen the movie any more than once. There were a couple of scenes that had him in tears and a couple of scenes that had him calling his mum. Even thinking of the scene has him close to tears.

The second that pixie’s strangled barks join the blonde dog’s; Rowan is called back to action. He’s standing a little straighter and his legs are a little more steel-strong than weed-weak. He steps forward, further into the trees that the dog runs through, turning his head, left, right, left every few seconds.

It only takes a few steps in the right direction to the sneakers that a peeking out from behind the tree up ahead, and to his right. A couple more and he can see black leggings, covering the legs of the dog’s owner.

Two more and her blonde hair is visible, hanging down one side, arms limp and dangling against her sides.

Three more and he’s facing her. Her head tipped to the side, eyes closed, mouth open, brow furrowed. Her hand is clasped around her phone on one side, a lead for a dog. Her face is covered in a sheen of sweat, a few droplets clinging to her hairline, and her jawline. Her skin is pallid, a little icy just looking at it. Her veins are incredibly blue around her eyelids.

His phone buzzes in his hand, a text message he assumes. The buzzing reminds him of the number already typed into the keypad, eyes hastily tracking to the dimmed screen in order to press the call button. Leaving the phone on speaker, lying next to his feet on the dirt, he presses the back of his hand to her forehead.

To the touch of his hand, her forehead is burning up. He doesn’t care for the way she looks, hates the way it makes her look half dead. His haze of sadness for the young woman is interrupted when a voice crackles through the muffled speakers of his phone, “911, what’s your emergency?”

He doesn’t answer, busy making sure she’s supported by the tree and that she’s safe for the moment: so that he can place his attention on the phone call, not the fact she’s slipping sideways.

“Hello, can you hear me?” says the same voice, still muffled by the grass surrounding his phone.

“Hi, yes. I’m here. Right, I’m in Oakwald Forest at the moment. And I’ve come across this woman, she’s passed out a tree trunk and she doesn’t look injured but she’s sweating, and her veins are blue under her skin and her dog is going mad.” his words rush out of, the concern that has magically bubbled up in him for this literal stranger, takes him by surprise.

He has no time to ponder his sudden bout of compassion and need to care for every suffering soul (canine or human) he comes across.

“Sir, can I ask you to describe your location to me first, so that I can send an ambulance to you. Afterwards, if you could keep describing her situation, that would be appreciated. Now, where exactly are you in the forest.”

Settling opposite the woman with the honey-gold hair and the frantically worried dog, he pats the grass on his left for Pixie to come and lie on and hooks a couple of fingers into the Labrador’s collar before encouraging it to sit on his right side.

“I’m on the east side of the forest, maybe two miles from the entrance,” and so he began the task of describing his location very carefully, pointing out what he could see and where his phone’s GPS placed him within the mass of trees.

It wasn’t long before an ambulance crew were hurrying down the pathway, a stretcher between them and trousers that seemed muddier than they should be. With his fingers still hooked around the dog’s collar, and pixie stood to attention by his side, he recited everything he could think that had happened, and anything he might have seen to them, hoping it would give them the ability to treat her quicker, more efficiently.

He stands there watching as the ambulance crew rushes off, reassuring him that they’ll take care of her. Reassuring him that he’ll be allowed to visit her at the hospital when he’s permitted. Reassuring him that they’ll do everything in their power to help her.

Rowan thinks that if someone were to question him right now, he’d just walk off. If someone asked why he was so connected to this girl, this woman, so quickly; he thinks he might just bail on life.

Because Rowan hasn’t given a single fuck about anyone except himself, his dog, and his friends in far too many years. He hasn’t had the love in his heart to see a woman as more than an outlet for his sexual energy and left up frustration for too many years. Enough years that he’s ashamed to utter the number of years he’s been single for.

the hospital, three days later.

To his utter horror, three days ago, Rowan had thought the most embarrassing thing he’d have to admit to anyone, ever, was that he’d been single for far too long despite the numerous women who were all too happy to take on an emotionally unavailable man and try to love him enough to heal his heart.

He is now aware that it isn’t even that bad. How many other people in the world currently, or throughout history, have been single and have neglected the dating prospects that stand right in fucking front of them?

Many. Several. A chunk of the population.

The better, more important question? That one… is rough.

How many people in the world have come across a girl in the woods who is passed out against a tree, with her dog going mad ad barking up a fucking storm, and then proceeded to call the emergency services, watch as she is carried into an ambulance, kept her dog with them for the past three days, and are now going visit said girl in the hospital, as she has woken up from her in-and-out state of sleep and hallucinations?

Just Rowan? He thought as much.

His hands feel unnaturally empty without the leads gripped between his fingers of both his wily Doberman and this mystery woman’s hyper-energetic Labrador. His arms almost crave the tugging that never ends, and his ears almost miss the barking that was forever loud in his house. Never before has been so glad to have spent his inheritance on a detached house in the countryside of Orynth.

“Hi, I’m here to see Aelin Galathynius, brought in three days ago, passed out. Blonde hair, might be tall, might be short. I’ve only seen her sat up and lying down. It’s difficult to tell. She might have mentioned something about a dog. Because I’ve been looking after her dog. I was the one who found her passed out in the forest—”

“—Excuse me, sir? Miss Galathynius is in room two-one-four. Floor two. Room fourteen. If you head down to left, you’ll the elevators. Take one of those to the second floor, and turn left, continue along that corridor until you reach the door.” The nurse’s voice is soft and lilting, a delicate tune that holds firm and strong in the loud din of the lobby. Her eyes are kind but well-worn. The kindness makes them seem innocent, but their depth tells anyone who pays attention that she’s seen more sitting in this chair than most soldiers have seen at war.

Following her instruction to a fucking t, he finds himself standing just beyond the door to her hospital room. In all his excitement to finally meet this girl, he found in the forest. It hadn’t occurred to him yet, but what if she doesn’t want to see him? What if she wants to forget and he’s just a painful reminder?

Ignoring the roaring doubts that are now flinging themselves around in his head, his brain feeling like it’s ratting in his skull from the force of violent claws trying to scratch holes in his confidence, he places a faintly shaking hand on the doorknob and twists, revealing a sweet-smelling room, and quite frankly the bluest eyes he’s ever had the pleasure of getting lost in.

Great line, his inner flirt comments.

Try cliché, he reminds himself, remembering to reign in the smirk he uses to get a woman in his bed, and the bedroom voice he tends to drift off into when he’s in the presence of someone quite so stunning as Aelin Galathynius.

her hospital room, seconds before.

Waking up in a strange bed, in a strange room, in a strange building is something Aelin is used to. What college graduate isn’t used to it, those were prime one-night-stand years. And gods be damned, Aelin had never wasted the opportunity to get wasted, and get very fucking laid.

Sometimes a little high as well, but no one needs to know that.

Footsteps down the hall draw her attention, it has her heart speeding up a bit, skipping a beat once or twice if she’s being really honest with herself. And she’s trying to be (new year’s resolutions, you know how they go).

She knows who those footsteps belong to, she knows that carry the body of the finest man she’s ever had the distinct pleasure of laying her eyes upon atop them. She wonders if he’s in sneakers and his gym kit today, or whether he’s in his work clothes with the Chelsea boots underneath the hem of his suit trousers.

Or maybe he’s in jeans and a graphic tee, maybe he’s got converse and sweatpants on, maybe he’s wearing a kilt. Aelin is beyond caring what he’s wearing, he could show up in a bikini with thigh highs on and all she’d do is have a party in her brain—just for being in his presence.

The door creaks open, revealing a strong, veined hand gripping the doorknob, and as the door opens wide: the body of the man who’s been staring in all her daydreams and all her fantasies for the last few days.

Crooking a finger in his direction, creating a come-hither motion by doing so, she urges the new object of her affection and obsession towards her. His smile widens infinitesimally when he catches sight of her fully lucid, changed, and sat up in bed looking more alive than dead for the first time since he’d picked her up off the forest floor.

“Aelin, I’m glad to see you looking alive. I cannot express my joy at being able to see those turquoise irises in full clarity.” His voice is smooth, deep, and very slightly accented in a way that tells her his dirty has to be perfect and filthier and filthy.

“Oh yeah? And why is that, Rowan?” her voice shouldn’t have that seductive note to it, shouldn’t be verging on teasing, but it is. And she can see the second that Rowan registers her flirty tone, the suggestions that her words make for her.

“I can’t very well drown in those turquoise waters if your eyes are shut, can I?” Aelin knows the line is old and used up, a little on the cringe side of things as well, but that doesn't stop her heart from beating out of her chest when he says it.

She can’t help the way her future seems to brighten up in the split second since he’s uttered those words, she can’t help that she’s lying down in this bed, while all she wants to do is jump in this man’s—ridiculous, tattooed, muscled, and veined—arms and have him hold onto her forever.

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