#succulent appreciation post

[illcab]

I really really want cheetos jumbo 3kg bag i want to absent mindedly waddle around my home holding this over my shoulder with neon green fingers on my left hand

#im not kidding either #you think im just kidding and jesting but im no jester baby i need these succulent looking cheese doodles #cheeto appreciation post #i LOVE cheese #cheese

[littlefreya]

Pictures of You

Summary: While Sy is deployed, his new girlfriend sends him nudes, and now he must take care of 'business' himself while fantasizing about the things he would do to her.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x himself x OFC

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), pure smut, graphic depiction of sex (male x female), male masturbation, bodily fluids, accidental creampie, dirty language, punishment, Freya using "peach". Being caught in the act. A bit of fluff. Not beta'd.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, translating, copying it, or parts of it and claiming it as your own*

A/N: It's been a while since I posted. I am working on a series (plural), but I got inspired by a lovely anon today. I'm not sure if I'm tagging anyone since my tag list is probably outdated and I'm not sure who still wants on. So, if you enjoyed, reblog, or comment, let me know. I'd appreciate it. 🖤

Pictures of You

At last, night unfurled, and the camp became quiet. 

The glorified Captain retired to his quarters, exhausted from a day of training recruits and tedious paperwork. This deployment would be long, and though he loved being The Captain - Logan Syverson was beginning to miss home.

It was all because of her. Sy shouldn't have caught feelings, long-distance relationships were never his thing, but damn, she was something else; a woman way above his league, pretty, hot as hell and way too smart to be with a military grunt like him.

Needless to say, fucking her made him feel like a god. 

Stripping down to his boxer, Sy slumped into his bed with a huff and reached for the private cell phone stuffed in his drawer. 

Twenty unanswered messages appeared on the screen—three of them from her.

Joy painted his face at the sight of her name. Ignoring everything else, he went directly to read her messages.

“Missing my big Sy”, the first message read. 

The other - “something to make you think of me.”  

The last message was simply an attachment. Curious, Sy tapped it open.

‘Fucking hell.’

The unmistakable pang of desire instantly surged through his groin. 

There she was, his sweet woman, naked and spread open like a present unwrapped, especially for him. She was sitting on her bed, one breast gripped by her palm with her nipple peeking through dark-painted nails while her other hand toyed with the sweet peach between her thighs. 

“Fuck,” Sy muttered. Already rock-hard. Absentmindedly, his hand massaged the hefty bulge through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a deep groan from under his breath. 

‘What are you doing to me, babygirl?” 

It wasn’t just her naked body and the way her finger teased her own slit, but the look she gave him, the familiar neediness in her gaze, the way she bit her lip. 

Damn, if she was here right now… He’d fucking punish her for teasing him so bad! He’d pin her to the wall with his hand around her throat and show her what happens to naughty girls who like playing such wicked games. 

Now he had three fucking months to go, and all he could think of was how bad he wanted to be inside her tight little cunt.

‘Well, guess I’ll have to take care of this myself…’

Springing his cock free from his boxers, he ran his rough fingers up and down the length of his imposing shaft - slow at first, as Sy enjoyed taking his time, just as he would with her. His thumb rolled across the crown of his cock, gently grazing the tip while he imagined flipping her against the pitted wall in this room. Make her take it from behind so he could look at that perfect rounded ass of hers and watch his cock slipping in and out of her body. 

Still holding the photo open, he focused on her succulent cunt before spitting onto his open palm and griping himself once again. Tighter this time, he squeezed onto his girth and began to fuck his own hand. 

Pants and groans sputtered from his mouth, his chest heaving as he gradually picked up the pace. In his fantasy, he parted her ass cheeks and teased her dripping little hole until she begged him to fuck him. Then he forced himself all the way in, making her cry out. 

The sounds of her moans echoed in his memory, so helpless and desperate at the same time - he was nearly too much for her; that narrow cavern of hers could barely take his leviathan cock, but still, she took every pounding, becoming wetter around his shaft as her body not only yielded to accommodate him but lured him deeper inside. 

“I want inside you, babygirl…” Sy mumbled out loud, his hand now moving in ecstatic fervour. Sweat dripped down the contracting muscles of his abs. Soon, he felt himself swell even larger, and his sack strained with the desperate need for release. 

He tightened his grip, now choking his shaft and thinking of how it felt when she came around him. How she contracted all around his cock and shattered like glass smashing on the floor.

“Don’t come inside….” She’d warned him. She wasn’t on the pill. But this time, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from filling her full of his cum, and maybe… he wouldn’t want to… 

It was his fantasy, after all. 

“FUCK!!!” 

With the image spilling inside her, he allowed himself to be swept by the fierce waves of pleasure, his entire body buzzing with bliss as hot, thick ribbons of ecstasy spilt over his fingers. He might have shouted too loudly, but it’s not like he ever gave a fuck. 

It took Sy a few good minutes to climb down to earth, and then he chuckled hoarsely as he noticed the mess he had left on his hand. Shaking his head, he reached for a towel and wiped himself clean before returning to gaze at her photo. 

“What am I gonna do with you, doll?”

Well, there was an idea. He could repay the favour by sending her a photo of himself. Usually, he was against this type of stuff, but what she did was particularly risky for a woman, and if she was bold enough to treat him, he could do the same. Besides, they had three months until they could meet again. He better make sure she remembered who she belonged to.  

He stroked himself lightly. Still semi-hard, he wondered whether he could work himself to another erection this soon when a knock sounded at the door.

“Mother of f…. One moment !!!” 

Sy yelled. Irritated, he briefly tucked his shaft back in his boxers and jumped out of bed. The room smelled rancid, but Sy couldn’t bring himself to care. He couldn’t even bring himself to put on a shirt as he rushed to the door.

“What?” He grunted before getting to see who was on the other side.

‘Well, fuck me sideways.’

It was a woman because why the hell not? Private Hicks, to be precise. The young thing’s eyes flared with surprise and then snapped to the floor to avoid staring at her sweaty, half-naked superior, but not before catching a glance of his hairy, tattooed chest and the semi-erected bulge in his groin.

The strong scent of sweat and sex hit her nostrils like a smack in the face. It took everything not to curl her face. There was no need to put two and two together to realise what she had just intruded. 

“Sir.” Hicks saluted in badly hidden embarrassment. 

Sy let out a deep sigh. Clearly, she knew what he was doing before she arrived. She probably heard him come all over himself right before knocking. Frankly, he wasn’t ashamed. 

“Get on with it, Private.”

“Sir,” she repeated, her voice a slight tremble. “ I’m sorry to bother you… but the Major asked me to get you.” 

Sy scratched the back of his head and groaned deeply. “Tell him I’ll be there in 10.” 

Without any other comment, he shut the door, leaving Hicks to wander back to the Major’s office, all shaken and quaking. 

As she walked away, she couldn’t help but bite her lips. All across her body, she felt those little electric streams of excitement, and her breath suddenly became shallow. She shouldn’t have thought of her superior like this, on what he did behind that closed door just a moment before she arrived, but Captain Syverson was too hot to handle and, needless to say, too loud. 

Well, she’d have to take care of herself later…

#henry cavill #captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson x ofc #captain syverson fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfiction #sand castle

[morallyinept]

🌷 Who's up for a creative challenge? 🌷

If it's not apparent already, I love flowers and I love the Pedro Boys! So, what could be more fun than combining the Pedro Boys and flowers in a creative challenge? 🌷🪻🌻

Perhaps Marcus brings you flowers on date night, Dave's scattered sumptuous petals leading you up to bed, you and Ezra get stranded on a planet with alien-esque florals, or you're showering sweet Javi G with his favourite blooms for his birthday... 🌷🪻🌻

Running during the month of May, I challenge you to write and share a fic - or fics - featuring any of the Pedro Boys and flowers. 🪻

You can also make mood boards or art if you're not a writer - or don't want to write - but still want to participate! 🌷

🌻 See below for the full challenge details! 👇🏻

The challenge deets:

Must feature at least one Pedro Boy - can be any character Pedro has played, no matter how popular. You can feature more than one Pedro Boy too, if you like.

Must contain flowers or plants in some capacity. 🌷🪻🌻 Can be the main feature of your story, or a background aesthetic. Florals, plants, succulents - you name it, you can feature any of them!

Can be as smutty or fluffy as you want! Hot, soft, gentle, fun, quirky - you've got freedom on whether you wanna write smut or not.

No word limit - you write as many words as you see fit.

Any Reader type! You can write in X Reader, original character or just the Pedro Boys engaging with one another. Any gender/race/size or physical ability of Reader is absolutely welcome too! 🌈 This is an inclusive house! 🙌🏻

Mood boards, video edits and original artwork is also welcome - but must feature a Pedro Boy and flowers, and must be your own creation.

No limit to the number of submissions - you can write more than one fic, or submit more than one artwork, but the Pedro Boys must be different for each submission.

Tag me in your work and use the #jettsflora&faunachallenge so I can add it to a Masterlist.

This challenge will run from 1st May - 31st May 2024 and I'll add works as they're posted.

☝🏻 Don't worry too much if you miss the deadline, life happens, and you'll still be able to submit your fic/art after the deadline. Just let me know. 🌷🪻🌻

🪻🌷🌻 And as a flowery bonus...

I will pick one piece of work submitted at complete random, when all the works are posted, and will send that person a bunch of flowers!* 💐

I hope you'll participate and have fun & I can't wait to see what you'll come up with! Would really appreciate a signal boost too - thankies 🖤

A-Z of Flowers Database Look up your flowers 🌷🪻🌻

*I can send flowers worldwide. In order to send them, I'll need a name & a delivery address. I appreciate it if you don't feel comfortable sharing that info with a stranger, however please rest assured those details will stay with me and only me. The recipient will be picked at random using a generator. If you have floral allergies, I can send a substitute little floral themed gift instead. 🖤

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fandom #jettsflora&faunachallenge #writing challenge

[cerastes]

Arknights God, how do I use Reed the Flame Shadow? I got her and I've leveled her but I think I'm missing something, because it doesn't seem like I'm doing the damage she's supposed to be doing.

So step one is that we need to stop with the Arknights God thing because I'm flattered that you and others have a high opinion of my gameplay advice but it also makes me look like a narcissistic jackass. I appreciate the compliment and I'm happy my advice helps, but to everyone not familiar with the whole "I like to play a heel clown character on my blog for funsies with my friends" will think I'm actually addicted to the scent of my flatulence and the rhythm of my own words. It makes answering these a tad awkward.

Step two is understanding that Reed' skill selection, and which skill is the correct answer to any given issue, has a lot of factors going for it, more than the majority of Operators. If you use Cantabile, for example, you know that both of her skills are bangers, and while they have their respective jobs, they are not hard-slotted into these. Reed's S2 and S3 are similar in this regard. You'll be ignoring S1.

Before we get into that, though, here's some fundamentals about the Flame Shadow: You position them differently from other Medics and most other units. A good Reed tile is one where she has both enemies and allies in her range, so, if you placing her at a front, you'll want her to be a bit behind, but not fully behind, your line of engagement. She needs to be able to attack in order to heal, and her allies need to be in her range in order to get healed. This may sound obvious, but it needs to be taken into account. She's not a Marksman or a Medic, she's her own beast. Another thing that needs to be taken into account is that her healing comes specifically from dealing HP damage to enemies, not barriers. Greytails and the Rat King, for example, have shields that must be broken with Arts damage before exposing the succulent flesh within, right? Well, until the shield breaks, Reed is not giving anyone any succor and they might in fact just explode because while she's dealing damage to their shields, it doesn't count as valid damage for her healing. Keep this in mind so you don't run out of sustain while fighting shielded enemies, since shielded enemies tend to also have high attack. The Final Reed Essential regards her Cinders (AKA Firebrand), which she always has a chance to apply with her attacks and skills (with S3 guaranteeing it): The way it works is that, if an attack would apply Cinder, it applies it before the attack resolves, meaning, the Arts Fragility will be in effect and that attack will already be dealing 30%(32% with Potentials) extra damage off rip. Or, in other words, you don't have to apply Cinder and then start capitalizing on it on the next attack. Arts Fragility, by the way, stacks multiplicatively with Fragile, and they count as different debuffs, despite the similarity in name.

You made it past the tutorial, now let's tackle 1-1:

S2, or as Harvard scholars call it, the Spitroast, is a damn strong skill. For the purposes of this post, I'll be using the M3 versions of the skills. Spitroast grants two allies, with Melee tile priority, 3 fireballs that'll deal 240% of Reed's Attack as damage to enemies they touch every 1.5 seconds, with this 1.5 second timer applying only for each unique target. The fireballs do in fact have a hitbox, so if there's enemies on either side of the fireball unit, you'll trigger two fireballs at once, one for the enemy on one side, and another for the other. Each fireball then takes 1.5 seconds to refresh (they'll look darkened around the Operator) and once they are a vibrant orange again, it means they are ready to explode again. Each time these fireballs deal damage, they'll heal their Operators as per Reed's trait (so 120% of her Attack), and each fireball has a chance to inflict Cinder as per any of Reed's attacks. You can test this yourself by putting fireballs on Operators so they hit enemies outside her attack range, and you'll see that they do in fact also have a chance to inflict Cinder. Be mindful that the fireball's instance of damage counts as a Reed instance of damage! This means that for the purposes of Counter effects, it is Reed that's the source of the damage, so for Spike Chests, Reed WILL receive the reflected damage, and for The Last Knight, Reed WILL freeze if the fireballs hit him, etc etc. The lane-holding application of this skill is that you can grant your cornerstone immense Arts damage and healing independent of everything else they have going for themselves, including through Status effects like Freeze or Stun, as the fireballs are independent entities separate from the Operator. So if Mudrock gets stunned by Nervous Impairment and has sweet dreams of beautiful rocks that go on adventures with her, she's not completely helpless, as the fireballs will keep shredding enemies while she's in dreamland. This actually leads us to the next point: Fireballs cannot be placed on Summons, so if you had dreams of making the sickest Stainless turret surrounded by industrial flames or picturesque mindblasts about Ling's Great Thunderer's surrounded by godly plumes of cleansing conflagration, well, stop being silly and come back to reality, also rent and student debts are due. Fireballs can be placed on 'Enmity' Operators, such as Musha (ie. Akafuyu) and Juggernauts (ie. Mudrock), but they won't receive the healing from each of their hits, as the healing is mechanically counted as direct healing, thus, they may not benefit from it. Well, at least they can always take a whiff of Lena's wonderful fragrances instead. With all this in mind, we get to the Spitroast part of the Spitroast: If you jail an enemy (sandwiching them between two Operators) and use Reed's S2 to give them her mighty balls, now that enemy is getting assblasted by both sets of balls, so a whooping 480% of Reed's attack as damage, which in turn is very likely to diagnose them with Cinder due to how many times they'll be taking Reed damage, so that final damage is now also increased by another fat 30%, in addition to being inflicted with Cinder's ATK -20%, so your engager is safer as well, on top of being healed a lot. So, in practice, let's say your trusted Specter the Unchained is currently blocking Yamcha Jesselton, and as they are engaged in mortal combat, you then deploy Skadi S2 on top of Jesselton as well. But this is all within Reed's range, so you use her S2 and now the shark and the orca also have fireballs around them that further obliterate Jesselton, and he can't even damage Specter in a way that matters because 1) she leveled HP and 2) she's getting an absolutely unholy amount of healing from Reed's hot balls, so, in short, he'll never have another birthday. This MELTS bosses, but obviously, it's a rather expensive endeavor, necessitating 3 deployment slots dedicated to the bit. But no one said being funny was cheap, and end of the day, it's funny seeing bosses melting down to nothing under what's practically two fire buzzsaws.

Ideal Operators for these strats involve your prim and proper engager, someone tough that can take a hit and also hit hard, like either Specter or Skadi S3, but you can also make this engager a dedicated tough slab of meat like Hoshiguma, and your drop-in assassin with huge damage, like Texas the Omertosa, Surtr S3 (two girls that will appreciate the Arts Fragility Reed can inflict!), Skadi S2, Nearl the Radiant Knight S2, et al. 'Enmity' Operators work as well but you'll not be received the healing, just keep that in mind, but they work splendid as well. Once again, Arts Fragility stacks multiplicatively with Fragile, so break out the ol' Suzuran S3 or, if the boss can be Frozen, Gnosis S3 for some more immensely violent peacekeeping.

That was a lot, but trust me, it becomes second nature once you see it in action once, it just clicks and now you know exactly how to roast that spit.

Woah, look at all the progress we made, it's time to start 8-12:

So, S3, the big flashy and fun explosions that scream "I'm a healer, but," in big red flaming text. This skill does a fair amount of things, actually! First of all, Reed will have multitarget attacks, two per attack, and her attacks during S3 will always 100% of the time inflict Cinder, so that +60% ATK buff she's getting is actually bigger than that, given that she'll always have her final damage increased by 30% Arts Fragility on top of that. What's more, Cinder's CANNOT expire for as long as the skill is active, and now have the additional effect of inflicting a Damage Over Time effect that deals 60% of Reed's Attack as Arts damage (so, again, amplified by Arts Fragility). And, of course, as we all know and love, if an enemy dies while having the Cinder's effect during the skill duration, they explode for 140% damage in a 1.7 tile radius, and enemies damaged by these explosions, you guessed it, also become inflicted with Cinder.

That's a lot going on, but it's also pretty self-explanatory once you lay it out like that. Ace detectives might have gleaned something from this river of letters: Cinder is a very strong effect. Cinder lets you deal more damage, take less damage, and receive more healing, since Reed's healing is based on damage dealt. S3 takes Cinder to the next level: Guaranteed proc, now with a DoT, and will never expire until the end of the skill. Not only that, but the multitarget makes it easier to inflict more and more enemies with Cinder, it's truly a fire gone out of control, for the enemy, anyways. S3 lends itself to mob control and killing large crowds of enemies with the power of friendship, but do not neglect its utility in engaging with troublesome elites and bosses! While S2 is her premiere boss-killing tool, it required set-up, deployment slots and tiles you might not necessarily have in high-end content, and in these situations where the boss isn't the only issue, but you also have to deal with an overall dangerous map that's threatening as a whole, S3 may just be the perfect tool to have a more balanced and yet still very potent approach.

This is what makes the Flame Shadow such a fun unit! Your skills are not really locked by circumstance, and they can be used with several different objectives and goals in mind, depending on what the rest of your team is and who your enemy or what the challenge of the map is. With her incredible adaptability and wide array of applications, Reed the Flame Shadow absolutely shines and can be a core part of any team.

#arknights #Reed the Flame Shadow #dreamknights

[awingedllama]

Everything you do is so awesome and I really really appreciate the wip posts you share! I'm interested in learning to make cc for myself because I see so many things I'd like to give my sims in the game... So far, I've made myself some eye replacements! But I haven't done anything yet that requires actually using blender. So if I may ask, what was the first piece of cc you made and what would you recommend a beginner attempting? (I'm gonna try and do it all... 😂 But I should be realistic for my first go.)

Ty in advance! 😊

the first thing i made was this little succulent! it was very tiny and very high poly. i used this youtube tutorial and recommend it!

for a beginner, i think objects are definitely the way to go! they're much easier than cas stuff in my experience (no weights unless it's animated, larger textures, no uv_1 to worry about.) there are also a lot of tutorials for creating objects. illogicalsims has a great one

for me, the biggest hurdle to learning blender was the interface. after that it was smooth sailing, especially since sims 4 is low poly! most things can be made from a cube :D

#replies #asks

[heavycreamy]

I've been working full-time on a contract in my home studio the last few weeks, and as always when I'm in the studio for an extended period, the neeeed to get bigger is really hitting, and I've started very actively plumping myself up again.

With another month of studio work ahead of me, hopefully, I'll end up even more succulent than I've ever been before 🫠

Thank you, everyone, for your constant support and excitement. It means the WORLD to me, and I can't thank you enough, nor even express my appreciation enough - other than by posting more jiggly, round, juicy photos and videos...

Now get me a burger.

or 4.

😘

[phaeton-flier]

Hot take: that a plot's conflict or monster has deep symbolic meaning does not mean anyone who interprets those elements on a more literal level. Some people enjoy examining these things on a mechanical level, and them talking about a piece of media you love for its themes or character arcs on a level of "could Powerman defeat the deadly Succulent" is no more or less "correct" than your 300 posts about how the Succulent represents the soul-sucking nature of working retail.

Maybe some of them also appreciate the themes and the character arcs and bashing together Powerman and the Succulent can also involve examining how the characters would interact; I know I enjoy the occasional post about Columbo meeting Granny Weatherwax. Or maybe they don't! Either way, there isn't a wrong way to interact with media.

(also: a good metaphor also works on the literal level. If The Succulent can survive in low-water environments and thus cannot be starved to death, just like how we cannot simply ignore Mental Health problems and hope they go away, that's fine. If the characters don't at least try herbicide and you don't explain it, then you can't just say "because it's actually a metaphor". Obviously all metaphors have edge cases, but you have to have put in a lot of foundation work)

[fatfables]

Gainfully Unemployed:

A new fat fable about obsessive weight gain.

Gainfully Unemployed

Kyle California was his handle, I didn’t know his real name, not at first. I first came across his YouTube channel in early 2017. I was his first follower. I don’t know if it was his strong jawline, muscular biceps, or Pacific blue eyes that caused me to fall in love. Back then he had short brown hair spiked like a child’s, a deep tan from years spent lying by his parent’s pool, and a soft hairless stomach. His early uploads were of him jiggling his pudge and smiling. He always wore a pair of azure blue Quiksilver boardshorts and spoke softly about wanting to grow bigger. He would post his statistics below his videos. He said that he was 5ft 10 and 183 lbs with a 30 inch waist. He claimed to be 23 years old.

I was the first to subscribe to his Patreon and his OnlyFans. I felt honoured that he allowed me to share in his intimate moments. He invited me to shower with him, let me watch while he sat on his dildo and jerked his thick 10 inch cock right in my face. I really used to love that. I regularly sent him $10 tips that I really hoped he would spend on food. He promised me he would.

Kyle said that he loved to eat and it showed. I watched him working on his legs and arms in the gym. In the changing rooms he would film himself shaking his round belly wearing only a wet towel around his midriff. He wanted to remain healthy and muscular whilst continuing to grow his stomach. I watched him eat pizza and cream cakes. In May 2018, at my request, he bought the same azure boardshorts, 34 inches. He flexed his guns and stroked his swollen round belly. It was so soft, like his face, in contrast to his strong arms and chest. His thighs were thick and round like a fat ballet dancer’s. His ass was perfectly perk and succulent. I loved watching his cheeks bounce while he swallowed his dildo and came. We had such fun.

He first spoke to me when he answered my question on Tumblr and Instagram. Do you think you will always want to keep gaining? He was 220 lbs at this point and had developed nicely thickening love handles that stuck out half an inch over the boardshorts that so beautifully matched his eyes. Yes, I can’t imagine ever not growing bigger. I just love the feeling of too much to ever stop. I believed him.

By 2019 he was one of the most popular gainers online. He regularly got tens of thousands of views on YouTube and had hundreds of followers on his other socials. I was so proud of him. His belly was really starting to balloon, thanks to my encouragement and kindness. Kyle had such a perfect round gut that stuck out two or three inches beyond his 36 inch shorts. He looked so swollen all of the time. Like he had eaten a whole watermelon. He was the perfect all-American gay boy.

When the pandemic hit Kyle lost his service job meaning that his online presence was his only source of income. I felt so sorry for him and really appreciated his honesty and hardwork that he was putting into growing himself and his socials. I more than doubled my contributions and he almost doubled in size.

Being locked-down was so good for Kyle, he got to stay home all day and make a living from eating and jerking off online. I started paying for his Uber Eats and he was so thankful. The weight piled onto his belly, thighs, and ass as he ate junk food daily. Burger King was his favourite. He gobbled down Double Whoppers like they were Tic Tacs and the results were wonderful. During those months he exploded into a real sexy fat boy. His belly bulged and his butt ballooned. Stretch marks started to appear on his love handles as his body grew wider at an unbelievable pace. Quicksilver no longer made the same boardshorts so he would eat in just his underwear. XXL tighty whitey’s that were so deliciously tight. He could no longer go to the gym so his upper body and legs quickly began to soften. Kyle would play with his new moobs for me. Squeezing his thick man breasts while he sucked down supersized shakes. Lockdown was lonely for many people but not for Kyle and me.

By the time he went to get his first vaccination Kyle was 289 lbs. So close to the big 300. His youthful face was soft and chunky with chipmunk cheeks and a thick double chin. I had been with him all the way on his journey and was thrilled to finally be getting the chance to meet him in person.

I had been looking for jobs in Carmel for the previous six months and had finally landed a role at an online shoe retailer which paid enough to support both of us. It was important to me that Kyle could afford not to return to work, or the gym, in order to continue with his gains. When he announced that he was making enough money online to keep doing it full time I was delighted.

I found his parents' house on Google Maps. I had seen the exterior and pool enough times on his earlier videos. Locating his apartment was harder so I had to wait for him to visit his folks. I assumed that he would be thrilled to see me. We had now spoken a few times during his Q&A sessions and had always gotten along so well. I couldn’t wait but his fucking parent’s went and ruined it.

At first meeting him in person was perfect. He was even more beautiful in real life than in any picture or video and I should know, I took thousands of pictures of him during our relationship. He was so circular, a real buxom boy, with a massively plush ass, round and soft enough to turn the head of any Catholic Priest. His balloon belly bounced with every step as he walked up his parent’s driveway. He was wearing a dark yellow t-shirt that did nothing to hide the layers of fat that stuck so beautifully out the front of his distended abdomen. He was very surprised to see me.

At first I was shocked that he had forgotten my name but when he explained how many followers he had I forgave him. I was so proud of his success. When he asked me to leave I was initially furious but he explained that his parents were not aware of his online activities so it was inappropriate to introduce me to them at that moment. I accepted this explanation and told him that we could meet at Burger King the next day. I left in a very upbeat mood. When he didn’t show I was again enraged and sent him twenty seven DM’s. Eventually he responded saying that something else had come up. I tried to rearrange our next date but he was always too busy.

He kept performing online so I wasn’t too brokenhearted. Making videos must have been taking up a lot of his time. His gains had seemed to be slowing down though so I sent him a $200 tip with a short message saying to spend it all at Burger King. I signed it with lots of kisses. I was totally bewildered to discover two days later that the money had been redeposited in my account. Again I DM’d him only to discover that he had blocked my messages. I really started to wonder if I had done something wrong. The idea that I’d done something to upset him caused me real pain.

My mind was put at ease the next day when he posted that he had decided to stop gaining fat and wanted to regain more muscle. This initially relieved me, however, I couldn’t believe that he would make such an important decision without consulting me first. He had after all promised me personally that he would never stop gaining fat. I knew that I would find him at the gym. I had been there many times before.

When he saw me in the showers he completely lost his mind. I think his parent’s must have found out about his gaining or his OnlyFans or something. I’d never realised before that he could have such a short fuse. His heavy ass glistened when wet and his bulbous belly was so fucking beautiful. I gave it a rub as I knew he liked that, but my compliments didn’t calm him down like I’d hoped. He ripped his shorts trying to put them back on quickly and left the gym with his right ass cheek hanging out below his tight t-shirt.

I followed him to the parking lot trying to calm him down but it was no good. He had now gone stoney quiet so I was the only one doing the talking. I told him how much I loved him and how fat and beautiful he was. I even offered to blow him right there in his car. But it was all to no avail. He drove off at high speed.

I decided to follow him as I needed to make sure that he was alright. I hated seeing him so upset. All I wanted to do was take care of him. Keep him as my own fat boy. But I would never get the chance to take our relationship to the next level. 

He was so stressed out that he ran a red light. The Uber Eats driver t-boned his sedan on the driver’s side. Kyle had left in such a hurry that he’d forgotten to put his seatbelt on. I never knew this before but airbags are designed to protect people wearing belts. The seat belt stops you from being thrown forward towards the deploying airbag. No belt hence massively increases the impact force. The coroner’s report said that Kyle’s heart had been dislodged. He died instantly. If there’s one lesson to be learned from this story it’s that seatbelts save lives.

His last post update said that he was 5 ft 10 and 296 lbs with a 42 inch waist size. He claimed that he was 23 years old.

At the funeral I met his parents. They were lovely and had no idea that Kyle had a boyfriend. They were pleased that he hadn’t spent all his time alone. His weight gain had been a concern to them and they were starting to worry about his well being. I assured them that Kyle had been fine and was perfectly happy with me. It was just a tragic accident. I didn’t mention how stressed and furious he’d been that day as I didn’t want to upset them. They were very nice people and I couldn’t get my head around why Kyle had been so angry at them. They seemed like such a nice family. It’s a real tragedy. I keep in touch with them every so often.

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[todorokies]

the ghost of you - suguru geto

contents: an attempt at angst, unrequited love, fem!reader, descriptions of sex but nothing too graphic

a/n: i wanted to challenge myself to write angst for the first time this is more of a experimental post … inspired by the song awkward by sza

suguru has experienced grief before. ventured through the treacherous journey of the five stages, the ghost of his past self during those times roam the halls within the back of his subconscious leaving imprints to remind himself a piece of that hurt still remains.

but how does one mourn a person that wasn’t dead in the first place? to deceive the mind that the person is no longer of the living for selfish desires.

he loathes himself for allowing you to leave permanent indents of your existence in his life, to mindlessly prance your way inside of his heart and obliviously crush every small blood vessel attached to the beating organ. but by all means, this isn’t entirely your fault.

he’s at fault for making something, that was strictly supposed to be nothing, into something. for accidentally making unprompted ‘i love you’s slip out when filling you up to the brim, for kissing your clit with such adoration the intensity in the room starts to suffocate you, for his mind plastering images of you on rotation like an infinite loop.

lipgloss stains on his mugs, trinkets scattered in different areas of his home, succulent plants residing at his bedside, a grocery list handcrafted by you sticked on the refrigerator, mailing boxes with your name on it addressed to his home.

you cherished his household by leaving traces of meaningful life, but you did not cherish him . . . at least not in the way he wanted you to.

he loathes you for your inconsistent schedule of swinging by. when the agreement was still fresh you strictly came by the daunting hours of twelve am then left at the brightest hour of six. eventually your hours intertwined with his like stubborn vines attached to a rose. you would visit at ten am and depart at eight pm, the restless days would soon overlap one another as you would later spend weeks within the same bed as one another.

you loathe yourself for idly watching suguru fall within the depths of self destruction in the hellfire that is called love, losing himself in a fantasy you accidentally created all because you couldn’t get enough of the serendipity he provided.

purposely tuning out the love confessions spewing from his lips as his face finds comfort in the crook of your neck hips thrusting at such a sensual pace that it made you want to curl up in a ball and repent your unlawfully sins.

you loathe him for falling in love with you who merely came to him for the purpose of unloading your stress but stayed for the comfort and irony. falling into a domestic routine with the man who was only present in your life to offer pleasure.

nonetheless, the deep loathe you both carry will seemingly gets lost in translation every time you crawl into his bed, every time he takes off your clothes and panties, every time he covers your body in lovebites to convince himself that you’re really his, every time you reach out for his hand to hold onto when you’re getting close to your high.

by morning the hatred has disintegrated; suguru will look at your naked skin with fondness, dazzling in the warm morning sun gently running his thumb along your cheek as if you were a fragile porcelain doll.

whereas, you look at him with a million thoughts running throughout your mind thinking of how to start the conversation about ending this one sided loveless ‘relationship’. because you both know this has gone on for far too long . . . but yet you never find the will to speak your mind.

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[bottlecaprabbitgames]

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[esthermitchell-author]

I'm afraid I might have got a bit carried away... But this just felt like the right amount of sweet and sizzle to me *shrugs*... You tell me what you think (this is one of the add scenes to the fanfic novel I'm making of the Post Second Coming fics I've previously written)...

At first, Crowley couldn't say what woke him. He just knew something tugged him out of the most restorative sleep he'd likely ever had. He sighed, snuggling himself tighter against the healing warmth and softness of... his tongue flicked out, encountering warm flesh scented of old books, bergamot, and starlight. He groaned, instantly awakened by the knowledge he was snuggled up against the warm, naked body of his angel, memories of how they got this way swirling through him.

That was when he realized what awakened him in the first place. Aziraphale was awake, and carefully trying to extricate himself from Crowley's embrace by wriggling his way free. Only, his actions were having the exact opposite effect from what he imagined his angel intended.

Snuggling closer, he pressed gentle kisses up the length of spine between the root bones for Aziraphale's wings, nipped the tiny bulge of flesh bunched at the back of the angel's neck and murmured, "I'm awake, angel."

"Oh. Um. Hullo, dear." Aziraphale reached one hand up to pat the arm Crowley currently had flung over his chest. The demon pressed his forehead into the curve of the angel's shoulder, shaking with the laughter he was currently stifling. It couldn't be clearer Aziraphale was feeling a little shy and uncertain, given what they'd done, earlier, and had been trying to escape before Crowley woke. Those bastards in Heaven had really done a number on his angel. Not a one of them had appreciated Aziraphale's lovely softness.

"No need to get dressed on my account, angel," he whispered against one warm, pink ear. "You're absolutely gorgeous, just like this."  

He let his hands drift against warm, soft flesh, drifting his fingers over succulent curves he hadn't spent nearly enough time admiring, yet. Crowley hummed curiously, a small smile tugging at his lips as the angel in his arms wriggled with a trembling, breathless, "S-stop. Th-that..."

Delight rippled through Crowley as Aziraphale laughed, trying squirm free of his touch. Until this moment, he'd had no idea his angel was so sensitive to touch, so... ticklish, he believed humans called it. To think, he wasted all those centuries afraid his angel would recoil in disgust if touched, only to find out he could have spent that time listening to this beautiful laughter, instead.

What a shame. Have to fix that. But first...

Wrapping his arms tight around Aziraphale, he burrowed his face into his angel's neck and, against the warm thrum of the angel's corporeal pulse -- the earthly evidence of the heart so closely joined to his own -- he rasped, "I love you, angel."

Aziraphale stilled, and a wash of love so warm it was like basking in the summer sun flowed over Crowley, even as the angel in his arms whispered back, "I love you too, Anthony."

#good omens #good omens fandom #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #azicrow #ineffable spouses #fanfic #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #go fanfic #Keep Calm and ❤️on! 🐍🪽❤️🏳️‍🌈

[sprout-fics]

I dont know if this’ll make sense so I will try my best, but I hope in the end it’ll just help ease the anxiety you might have cause I’m normally a silent observer and like watching and reading and enjoying from afar

But you know Christmas cacti? It’s a plain little succulent that quietly makes a space in your home green and pleasant? But during the cold months it’ll make these bright beautiful flowers that are just so vibrant and pretty compared to the leaves and it’s hard not to look at cause gosh is it pretty. And they’ll stay for some time, a good couple of weeks, and then the blooms will fall off and it’s back to its sleepy self again till next season.

That’s how I come to this blog, and your writing. It’s so lovely, even when you haven’t posted anything. It’s a comfort to come back to and I enjoy each and every time cause it was great from the beginning. And when you post something new, it’s so exciting and I come running.

So if you find yourself just wanting to sit back, not posting so often, I’m very sure so many of us will come flocking to your writings or posts anyways cause even if it doesn’t last long or forever or it’s only a short time, we’ll enjoy what you have to give cause it’s a treat every single time. Like a Christmas cactus

Does that make sense? Anyways. I will always look forward for what you have to give, even if it’s weeks, months, or years in between each release of anything. Cause it’s worth it to me and it’ll feel just as good as the first, second, and third time, ya know?

Happy belated birthday, sorry I didn’t say it sooner, but take care of yourself. You deserve every good that you get so take it! 😊

I've read this message several times within the past day. I think it's one of the sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful messages I've ever had the pleasure to receive. I wish I had words to express how much I cherish it. I am so honored to be the recipient of this.

I used to feel the same way about this blog. It was a shelter from the rainstorm, a gentle place to land. Now, it makes me anxious and nervous- like being thrust outside into a gale and not knowing where to go. I think it's time I take a long, very long break. I tried to take one a little bit ago, but I don't think it solved the root issue of why I'm not enjoying myself, whatever that may be. I wish I knew. I wish I knew so I could fix it.

I'll be gone for a while. I'll still be uploading to ao3, but I don't find myself having the energy to crosspost here anymore. I'm not going to stop writing, but I am going to start doing it in a way where I'm writing for myself again, and not for others. I need to find the thing that made me start writing in the first place, so that if and when I come back, it will be through joy, not through an obligation of doing things just to do them. I have to stop treating myself like a content machine.

I'll still reblog things to @sprout-fics-reblogs probably. I like being here and seeing others' art and fics. I just won't be posting myself. I think I'm going to turn off asks as well. Just trying to shrink down and allow this blog to go dormant.

I appreciate every single person who has reached out to me. I have so many kind people following me and I think I take that for granted sometimes. Thank you. If you want to reach out to me, feel free to DM me, and I'll send you my discord.

Talk soon. Thank you. I love you. Bye.

[i-hold-horrors-hand]

Vernal/Spring Equinox at the Ghurch

(related to this post)

Name: Spring Equinox (English), Equinozio di Primavera (Italian), Aequinoctium (Latin).

Date: Mid/late March (Northern hemisphere), mid/late September (Southern hemisphere).

Celebration: Of the Spring season. Day and night are equal length.

Description: At morning mass, Papa gives a brief sermon about the transition of Winter to Spring, how Spring symbolizes the awakening of dormant life, and growth and renewal and birth and whatnot.

In the afternoon, the Siblings gather in Primo's garden to plant this year's plants. Flowers, herbs, bushes, succulents, etc. are all planted, and the ones previously planted are celebrated when they bloom.

For those who are pregnant, they gather in Primo's garden and engage in a ritual asking Lucifer and Lilith to grant them a safe pregnancy and birth. For those who are not yet pregnant, but want to be, they also gather in Primo's garden and engage in a ritual asking Lucifer and Lilith to bless them with fertility. Both sets typically do this while planting something symbolic in the garden.

Various Siblings tend to do their own private rituals. Many tend to simply go for a walk and look at the plant life beginning to bloom, and the animals who have been born recently, appreciating and admiring the life returning to the world after Winter.

#the band ghost headcanons #minors dni #blank blogs dni #this is late but whatever lol

[cleavetheclover]

So it seems like my ping pong table post was highly entertaining, so I have decided to make another!

What would happen if VP HQ had a greenhouse?

Who owns it? No one in particular, but Skye spends the most time there. Although Sage was recruited first, her houseplants were mostly kept to her quarters and the medbay prior to its construction

How often is it used? Aside from Sage and Skye, who are there almost daily, it is used about once a week by the other agents. It depends on the overall schedule of Valorant and who happens to be around

How large is it? 15 x 15 m^2 = 49 x 49 ft^2, so enough to hold entire trees, several bushes, a few flower beds, and other random items that somehow end up there

Key features

A courtyard of stone tiles in the center. Sage meditates and practices martial arts here. She has a little shrine off to the side that looks like it would have belonged in her old monastery

Omen has an entire shelf of bonsais!

Viper has formally claimed one (1) bonsai on the bottom shelf. Outwardly, she declares that she appreciates the science of botany, having never dabbled in it herself since her career has always been chemistry oriented. Privately, it’s a small reminder that life can still thrive in this desolate and dystopian world, and is a very small speck of hope for its future

After Yoru lost a bet (a rare occurrence), Skye forced him to pick a plant to add to the greenhouse. He rolled his eyes, bought a tulip, and promptly abandoned it. He does think about it a fair amount though, but doesn’t trust himself with plants. (This is why he calls her flower girl)

Cypher has a few cacti tucked into the back corner. They remind him of his dead family, mostly because Nora used to keep similar succulents in the windowsill of the kitchen. The more observant Agents (aka not the duelists) know exactly what they are for, but no one is nosy enough to ask about it.

Sova has a pine tree, a replanted sapling from the tundra. It is not labeled, so everyone believes it is for his babushka. He hasn’t told anyone that it’s for his parents as well.

There is a fully grown but young tree in the back corner, providing shade over a table. It is often used for tea (literally and figuratively)

Half of the fraternization in the VP starts on that damn bench (looking at you, reyge and nanobomb)

Raze doesn’t own plants, but will often come by to admire the colorful flowers (sometimes bringing killjoy)

Astra and Harbor share a few houseplants and it’s very cute! Astra knows how often to water the plants and all that but she makes harbor do it all because it’s funny (until he sprays her with water in retaliation, in which case it’s doubly funny)

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[the73rdpostscript]

Word Finder Game

You are given five words. You must find those words in one or more WIPs and post the excerpt containing each word!

Was tagged by @non-un-topo. (Thanks friend! Being tagged in one of these games once again got me to write a few more sentences so I appreciate it <3)

Your words are: blank, rose, scowl, purpose and fortune.

Somehow I haven't used the word scowl in any of my most recent 20 WIPs??? I found blank a few times and purpose twice, and I decided to share my results for rose even though it definitely doesn't count :)

Purpose - From the story where Nicky and Nile end up on a monster hunt in the woods.

Nicky is purposefully positioning himself between them and the darkness - where the thing is making soft and angry noises. "Nicky," Nile says, testing the volume, "Nicky!" His head tilts just enough - a signal that he heard. She licks her lips and dodges a squirming shoulder aimed right at her chin before she tries to say it. "Maybe that guy was right. Maybe. Maybe this thing isn't just a thing we can kill. Maybe it's a manifestation of something."

Purpose 2 - From the story where Nicky and Nile go to the movies

Lifting his arm up, he waits till she slides in under it before he replies. "Booker and Joe were always more interested in the physics of the unknown than I was. I preferred to question our purpose.” And he gives her shoulders a squeeze because he suspects she’s also thinking of the first time they all met – the bitter collision of their past with her future.

Blank - From the story where Joe and Nicky can't sleep

Studying the shadows from the windows, Joe is reminded that he doesn’t take the time to stare at empty spaces as often as he should. There’s too much art on his walls to allow for much blank space, and he considers turning his breakfast table a few degrees towards the doorway of the kitchen area so he can stare at the single narrow blank wall space beside the doorway. Resting his eyes and admiring the light he gets in early morning hours would be an improvement to his morning routine. Even if that morning routine barely exists at this point. Does he need to enforce his routine more? Would he fall asleep if he got up and practiced the motions as if he was getting sleep?

Blank 2 - From the story about Nile's first century of life

They established this routine a week into their first break. It's a grounding practice for her internally, but it also helps her remember who Nicky is outside of the times that he shoots a man in the head point blank without flinching. Soon they'll say a short prayer together and he'll send her off to the church with a hug. Then he'll crawl back into bed with Joe to do his own Sunday rituals - a tradition Andy somehow always sleeps through and Nile is very glad to leave behind.

Blank 3 - From the story where Nicky builds coffins

WARNING: This section contains descriptions of corpses

On the second day he saw two men had landed in a kind of embrace. One had ended up slightly more on top of the other - one arm haphazardly laying across his back in a grotesque gesture of protection. His legs were missing but the other man's legs were folded upwards - as though supporting him. The one laying under the first had his head pressed into the other man's chest as though seeking comfort. The first man's head was tilted at an agonizing angle - staring up at Nicolo with blank eyes - covered in flies. Nicky stared down at the bodies for an indeterminate amount of time, before he felt tears running down his own cheeks. Picking up the shovel again, he began the slow process of covering the tomb, before he moved on to the next few bodies. He did not bother to wipe his face.

Rose - From the story where Joe is a plant dad on instagram

Like he’s been given a third wind, Joe exhales into his rant, “That is not even close to the proper lighting for a succulent garden. That tray would have taken an hour or more to set up, and those plants will last two months at best. Those rosettes grow that way because-” the words cut off in a gasp as Nicky leans forward and licks Joe’s neck. “Keep going,” he murmurs. “No, no, this is better,” Joe says, turning to kiss Nicky with wet lips.

I'm going to double tag @polarcell and @gallifreyburning And then I'm gonna tag @aphroditestummyrolls @lazaefair and @raedear

Your words are ring, pout, plant, grave and oyster

#mine #tag game #non-un-topo #beloved mutuals #still need to figure out a good tag for WIP posts

[ria-writes-stories]

This story was inspired by @taminam02 's art! Make sure to give them the proper appreciation because this story wouldn't have existed as is it is if it weren't for the RockBand AU!

Ship: Thad x V

Genre: Romance-ish, Action, Thrill, Rush of Adrenaline

Trope: Enemies to lover sort of

Title: Danger

Description: When one fights for survival their heart beats as hard as when they are in love.

Warning: bites, and claws and tackles and uh- neck bites- BUT NOT LIKE THAT-

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(No one's pov)

Thad was walking outside of the colony, which was a nice change in his life since the disassembly drones were no longer hunting down the worker drones. Thad and N got along pretty well and as far as he knew the other one that stabbed him, V, was chained up or something like that when he last saw her.

The world empty and cold as it was had a strange beauty in it, plus, it was nice to explore after being stuck in just one place your entire life right?

Suddenly Thad heard a rush of wind passing by somewhere near by, he looked up confused and unsure as to what could have caused the sound, but then he remembered when he flew with N back to the colony with him and Uzi the air made a bunch of noise besides their bodies and besides N's huge wings, so, maybe it was was N.

Thad went to inspect, curiosity kills the cat after all, doesn't it? Well, this one is rather charming so maybe he'll be off the hook this time along.

Thad snuck behind a corner as his gut told him that something was wrong, deeply wrong, and low and behold it was right. V, the murder drone, was cleaning her claws from oil via her tongue. 'Worker drone oil. How did she get out of the chains?' as these thoughts went through his head his eyes widened in shock as he stepped back from instinct but the silent sound of the snow that crushed under his boot was heard by the far more deadly drone in the zone, as she smirked widely.

Before Thad knew it he was pinned to the wall as V looked down at him with a subtle psychopathic look in her eyes as a smug grin spread across her face as she held the jock in place with her claws. "If it isn't the 'conventionally attractive male' from the last time. The purple one ain't here to help you, is she now? Poor prince, mister in distress without his saviour coming to the rescue." V taunted as her claws slowly pressed against the surface of his skin threatening to pierce his skin and cause a wound that would be rather painful given their sharpness.

A wound from which the succulent delicious cold oil would pour out for her to consume to her heart's content until he was dried out and empty, however once again she underestimated the courage of the popular jock that had already defended his fellow members before, and now as there wasn't the risk of anyone else getting harmed besides him...

Thad punched her in the chin which took V off guard causing her to loosen her grip on him as she took a step back, moment in which he duck under her arms and ran. V rubbed her chin and growled before chasing after him. "NOW WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?!" V yelled angrily. Thad turned around to see her, only to come to the shocking realisation that she was right behind him and before he could react she tackled him down to the ground, raising her claws in the air ready to strike. He had to think quickly.

He grabbed a nearby arm that was laying around and used it to block her attack as he pulled the arm from both ends to rise the tension within the arm making it a tad easier to break yes, but it meant the breaking of it would be messier, which would hopefully break and cause enough tension to tickle the disassembly drone painfully like a rubber band breaking and hitting you.

Thad's emerald green eyes glared into V's deep devilish yellow ones as he growled lowly and pushed the arm up with all of his strength as V's eyes slightly widen noticing the strength in his arm before quickly placing her other claw to his shoulder pressing her claw on it painful.

Thad looked at her other claw as he kept the position before he looked back up at her noticeably angry and upset. "Don't think you're getting out pretty boy." V spat out with venom as she looked at him, but not at his face.

When Thad noticed it his eyes widened even more, and before he could do it she went in for a bite, but he wasn't going to let her. He kicked her off with his feet, before rushing behind a wall as he froze in place, but why? He didn't know.

He pressed his back against the wall as he ran one of his hands through his hair as he rested the other one on his chest, feeling his hear beat like crazy. What was this? Was this the rush of adrenaline through his veins? Was it the shock of the situation? Why couldn't he move? That look in her eyes...

Before he could get any answers she was back to play and this time he wasn't going to escape as easily as he did before, because she wasn't going to allow it. Just because a cat let's her mouse escape for a few moments it doesn't mean that the mouse escaped from luck, nope. The cat was simply playing.

V tackled him and forced him on his stomach, taking one of his hands and pressing it on his back as she leaned in and spoke lowly. "Not so strong now huh?" She said as Thad squirmed under her touch, struggling to get out, and in the moment she got close she proceeded to hit her with his head. "Gah! God you're pesky!"

Thad took his chance to run away ignoring completely the fact that his hat fell behind. V was left to realise that she unconsciously got off of him giving him the chance to run. 'Oh you got to be kidding me...' she thought to herself.

There was never a scenario where Thad would have escaped with his life, or at least unharmed. She was faster, stronger, far more skilled, but his fight was admirable, therefore when he found himself thrown into a wall as he crashed into it painfully before being picked up...

"It'll be quick." She said with a cold look in her eyes ready to end his life, but Thad was more bite and bark, and so, he bit her arm. He bit hard, forcing his teeth to break the surface of her skin, causing her to slightly bleed out as she let out yielding in more shock than pain. Were all drones from that damned colony as pesky as the purple one?! No, they were cowards, the purple one wasn't that much either, but this one...

He was sure he has met his end as the girl held him by his collar, high in the air, pressed against the wall, left helpless at her mercy.

She opened her hungry mouth as he could practically see the saliva running down from the roof of her mouth onto her tongue, and he knew that not even death could satisfy that hunger.

She sunk her teeth deeply finally piercing his skin as the oil ran out of the wound as he hissed in pain as he stiffened, slightly trembling. He shouldn't have stiffened, it only made it more painful, and the fact that she decided to randomly pull his hair to force his head to move as to make his neck more exposed did not help.

His pain wasn't enough, the misery and despair that he was feeling were not enough for her no. She sucked out nutritive contents that she needed and then bit onto his shoulder as well, the same one that she has stabbed a few weeks ago., as Thad let out another sound of desperate pain as he looked at her with widened eyes.

He couldn't process what just happened. One moment he was about to die...the other he was left alone to walk home. He didn't understand this one bit.

Once he got home he looked into the mirror of his bathroom without opening the light as he didn't wish to wake up the entire household. He looked closely at the wounds that had been inflicted on him as he briefly ran his fingers around them as he felt his heart pounding in his chest.

He held his head frustrated in his hands as his fingers ran through his ruffled up blond hair as he let out a deep sigh. What was all of that just now? He would have liked to think it was a bad dream but these wounds on him were as real as he was.

Thad decided to sleep it off but once he found himself in his bed he was left stranded, staring at the ceiling as his mind was filled with thoughts that he thought he'd never catch himself thinking of. Her eyes. That look in her eyes as if she was devouring up just by looks, and those lips- what was he thinking?!

She was a monster! A disassembly drone- a murder drone! So why was he-

Thad slapped himself to pull himself together as he then proceeded to stand up on his bed as he groaned in his hands. He got up and walked around his room aimlessly trying to drain himself to the point he wouldn't have any choice but to fall asleep. He was already pretty drained after the fight but the adrenaline that was in his veins wouldn't allow him to rest, not yet. And then he noticed it...

His hat. His hat was on his desk...the very hat that he dropped during the entire fight. The hat that he completely forgot about on his way home. So how was it here...?

The end

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