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hunnieknight · 1 year

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"Horny?I'm not horny I AM MAD"(+Art)

●Horn gang exclusive {Itto , Ganyu, Yanfei(i know she has antlers not horn)} x sheep reader

《Sheep reader is going through rut/heat, but instead of horny, you just want to headbutt and fight everyone》

Sheep reader (with horn), you are full of hormones, angry hormones, implied chubby reader, suggestive and feral, self-indulge because i like sheep, tons of word headbutt, non-establish relationship, mention of marking and branding

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Itto

10/10 will headbutt you too

But his gang has to stop him because they know Itto will crush you.

Will let you headbutt and bite him because he feels nothing.

Will also let you headbutt Ushi because Ushi is one hell of a bull.

Since you got no reaction from him, perhaps if you fight someone else it will satisfy your urge to fight.

That's when Itto step in and grab your attention just to keep you away from danger. It is easy, he just need to pat your head harder than usual and your body just automatically headbutt him and chases him.

He is actually responsible for once..wow

But sometimes he does thinking some ways to make you calm, nothing seems to be working.

Fucking you may be the answer tho

He can't help it!! All these hormones in the air from you just starting to get into him!! Not to mention how your body just jiggle everytime you headbutt his hard back. He just want to grab you by the waist and pin you down.

And the way you pout and baa at him whenever Itto playfuly mock you? Archons, he thinks you aren't the only one who need a release at this point.

Sometimes he indulge you and him by playing rough house with you and pin you down on your stomach, sheep fights for dominance right? If he shows you who is the boss here you will stop right?

At first, you will thrash around to escape. Sheeps are suppose to headbutt each other! Not pin the others down like a prey! You are full of energy, start throwing your limbs around and bleat loudly. Then you start to hear a deep growl and a low "Stay down" from Itto.

Itto never heard the softest baa in his life coming from this plump lamb under him.

He also just realized how his pants seems too tight for comfort.

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Ganyu

"Hey hey *whistle* (Name) eat this snow instead" will be heard all the time.

She knows when your rut/heat coming close, she is a goat and sheep and goats are similar after all. When she feels it is about time, she took a week off and rushes to your house.

Will make a block of ice just to help you relieve the urge to headbutt everything, but she prefers you to not hurt yourself and offers you snow.

She kept you in your house, a minimalist house enough for 2 people but with a big backyard. She will do all the cooking since you are too angry to even take care of yourself.

She has to let you tire yourself out by chasing after her snow flower (her skill) and by the time you are exhausted, she can approach you and take care of you

Which include bathing

Archons, how come she can keep her hands to herself when your chubby body just thrashing around in her hold, she just wants to take you in for a bath. She will grope and grab every bit of you in the name of "you will fall!"

Surprisingly you are quite docile in water, maybe because Ganyu used her skill to cool the water. She uses this chance to clean you up and touch your plump body.

By the night's end, you are well-fed, clean, and tired; BUT not satisfied. You can't help it weakly punch Ganyu and rub your horn against hers, just to FEEL a fight.

NO NO NO NO NO! HER HORNS ARE SENSITIVE!! YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT!!

She already indulges you with all these sheep's problems...you can satisfy her beast's need too right?

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Yanfei

"FIGHT ME! YAN! YAN!! FIGHT ME!!

She won't even look at you. She isn't going to use her vision unless necessary, and you going into a rut/heat and basically becoming hostile with anything isn't a 'necessary' thing.

How come she got into this predicament? Oh yeah...she just happens to see Hu Tao trying so hard to control you. It seems you are trying to...fight a boar??

Now, you are in her private room in her office, trying to chew your way out of the blanket wrapped around you. It's cute though, your cheeks are full of you trying to eat the blank-WHY ARE YOU GAGGING?!

She will try to relieve your stress by directing you to headbutt Noctilucous Jade around Liyue. You got stress relief, she got Jades! If it is in her office though, your horns will be plugged by foam

But if she has to work, you will be locked in her personal room. If a client walks into her office, they will hear bleats coming from a door behind Yanfei. She will just shrug it off as owning a bratty sheep, she isn't wrong.

Since she has antlers, Yanfei can't exactly headbutt backs at you. Deer fight also quite different from sheep. They fight over a doe or partner, not for dominance, why would she fight someone she considers her partner?

If you are being too bratty to control, she will use her pyro infused hand as a warning. Her hot touch reminded you there is a half adepti deer that take care of you now. Which usually back fire because your hormones screams "FIGHT FIGHT" and you end up trying to headbutt her again.

Seeing you fell asleep worth it though. You just all calm and docile on the bed, surrounded by pillows. Your plump cheeks squished against the soft pillow. Snoring away like you didn't just try to bite her hours ago.

Sheeps like you will become satisfied after establish dominance right?

What if she does that first?

Her hands softly squeezing your tummy..imagining her sigil mark on you. She didn't realize her hand heated up with pyro until you squirm in discomfort and softly bleats in your sheep. She almost brand you as hers.

One day.. one day your rut/heat will be just focusing on creating little sheeps around

#hehe i like sheep #genshin impact imagines #imaginedraw #itto x reader #ganyu x reader #yanfei x reader #chubby reader #sheep reader #genshin x reader #itto x chubby reader #ganyu x chubby reader #omg what do i put

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adventuringblind · 7 months

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Drive With You Forever

Chapter Thirteen: Find Me Always

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Chapter summary: the aftermath of the escape

Warnings: depictions of abuse, medical malpractice, creepy doctor does creepy things, nightmares, panic attacks, restraints, medical terminology that is probably wrong, injury description, needles

Notes: I’m having fun with this 👀

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Heat. The cozy feeling of warmth. His hand intertwined with one of his lovers. It's a great way to wake up. Even for being stuck in the hospital.

He knows where he is based on the steady hum and beep of machines. The scratchy feeling of the sheets beneath him. The bright florescent lights that make him want to cringe.

He looks to his hand. Max is slumped over his bed. The Dutch snoring quietly.

He shifts around to get his bearings. A few plain paintings of the wall. A decently sized window. Bland colored walls.

He tries not to think about what happened. He'd woken up several times in the bunker to gunshots. Moved them to a different corridor. Then fell back into a cold sleep.

They'd run into trouble at one point. A stray bullet grazed his side while another punctured the females thigh.

That was the last time they moved as he did his best to stop the bleeding. No healing to rely on. Not that he'd want her to anyways, 'healing' really just means transferring his wounds onto her.

Speaking of her, where is she?

He can't go through this again. She'd woken up spurratically a few times during the escape attempt. She'd told him it would be okay. Her voice was the only thing he had to cling to.

The heart monitor picks up his rising pulse, Max waking up at the sound of rapid beeping. "Breathe, Oscar, you're safe now." He's gentle and quiet and everything people don't get to see when he drives. He does as told and takes some deep breaths.

"Are you feeling okay? Should I go get a doctor?" Oscar finally realizes that doctors and medicine are involved. That means more needles and more drugs. He'd had enough of that. He shakes his head now as the fear rises. "Okay, you're okay, I'm Here, and I won't leave."

"How is everyone else?" His voice is so scratchy he almost doesn't recognize it. The fact that he's in desperate need of water doesn't help.

Max shakes his head in disbelief. "You're the one sitting in a hospital bed, and you're concerned about us?" Max rubs comforting circles into his hand. "Seb dragged Charles and Lando away for food and showers. I'm next after them."

"Where's y/n?"

Max's face drops, and there is a distant look in his eyes. "Who?"

"Y/N? Our girlfriend? The one who boggles us with her mind powers on a daily basis?" He laughs thinking Max is joking. Only for it to twist into concern when he realizes Max isn't laughing.

"I think you're still disoriented. Your crash was really bad."

Crash? What crash? "I was in a bunker or something."

Max's confusions into concern. "I think I'm going to go get the doctor."

Oscar is frantic now. He's pulling out the needles feeding him liquid medicine. Convinced this is the problem. That he's hallucinating again because of the drugs.

He's waking up again. The same postion as last time. But this time, he takes no chances.

He sits himself upright and begins pulling everything off. The needles, the bandages, anything medical related is being ripped from his body.

Max is startled by the sight. His hands grab Oscar's and gently push him back into the bed. He coos calming phrases while Oscar gives up fighting. His lack of energy hitting like a train.

"Please tell me you remember her." He practically sobs.

Max sits in the bed with him. That confused look is almost identical to the previous, and Oscar wants to die because of it. His confusion is replaced by a smile. "I could never forget our girl."

"Where is everyone else? Where is she? I need to see her, Max."

Max sighs at the Aussie's urgency. "Charles and Lando are trying to see her. I can't because I punched someone last time I went to check on her."

"What- why?"

"The doctors found abnormalities in her DNA, and now they've isolated her."

Frantic pleas of the word no fall from his lips like somehow that will change something. Oscar barely has a chance to really notice how tired Max looks. The stress in his blue eyes tells him that the whole situation is bad.

"I'm not sure if this will be good news for you right now. But you've been cleared to race as soon as you want to go back. After they release you, of course." Max throws him a pity smile. It's the best the Dutch can offer at the moment.

She traded one white cell for another. One maniacal scientist for an entire group of them.

She's been restrained and leashed since her latest escape attempt. She wants to go home. She needs to go home.

At least she knows they are all okay. Oscar is alive, and that's what matters. She put every drop of energy she had into keeping alive in those tunnels. She heard the gunshots and took the opportunity. It just sucked they'd been continuing her father's work, and she had been worked to the bone only an hour earlier.

She complied on the basis that they took care of Oscar. She got to go check on him every couple of days. He wasn't coherent, but he was alive. There was a chance they could both make it out.

Then she exerted herself into healing him. She knew that regardless, her body wasn't going to last long, and healing him was their best shot. But she hadn't expected the drugs to be so strong. She could flush them all out of his system. Then there were the freezing tunnels. They did that on purpose to keep her from being able to run. The floors were so cold they burned her.

She pushed through. Before she got to Oscar, she went to the one thing that would for sure get them out of there if she couldn't. She found a phone and called Seb. She almost cried at the sound of his voice, but she couldn't. She needed to tell him where they were.

And they had found them in the cold depths.

Now she's here. Alone and stuck again.

Fate is a cruel mistress.

Her doctor, whose name she does not care to know, comes in with a tray. It's routine at this point. He has done this every hour for the two days she's been here. She wasn't awake for all of it, but the market on her body are all similar.

She has no choice but to let him go about his work.

"Your body is so intriguing, my dear." His voice is cold and smooth. She hates it.

Lando and Oscar have smooth voices. She likes them better. She misses listening to Landos laugh.

Charles and Max have deep voices. They have a calming effect on her. She naturally is able to relax when she hears them speak.

She focuses on that as the doctor opens up a small slit in her arm and tweezes away at different things. Then he sews it up and bandages it like he's done this a million times.

But he doesn't move.

"I wish they would let me look at more of you." He whispers. His index finger traces the curves of her side and all the way down her leg. "If only this stupid gown wasn't in the way."

He leaves without another word. Or maybe there are more words, but she retreated into her mind. Far away from this place and into her memories with her family.

Charles looks like he's ready to punch someone. She's awake and coherent, and they are only isolating her because of her odd DNA. It's most likely the reason for her powers, but they don't need to know that.

Max isn't here because he has already punched someone. Lando is attempting to calm him down and as much as the Brit tries he just can't seem to get his heart to slow.

Good thing Seb is on his way with legal work. He'd contacted his lawyer as soon as he found out they were holding her in isolation. Unable to see anyone after what she just came out of.

Seb was bringing an answer.

It's a beautiful sight to see him March right by the two and into some office they assumed was the person in charge.

"Charles, please breathe. I'm already panicking and can't keep the both of us calm."

"I'm sorry chéri." He sighs. The Monegasque takes a seat beside Lando. The two intertwine their hands together. Charles decides to change the subject to distract themselves and pass the time until they can see her. Even if it's a no, he's breaking down the door.

"What should the first thing we do be when we get back home?"

"Food. A buffet of our favorite cheat meals." Lando lets hints of a smile ghost his lips.

"Then we'll cuddle in bed."

"And play some games."

"Maybe a bath."

"You mean relax in the hot tub together? The bath isn't big enough for all of us." Charles teases.

"Same thing."

Charles crinkled his nose in disgust. "You need a bath. You smell like a young boy who has yet to learn hygiene."

Lando playfully hits his shoulder. "That's rude. You should be ashamed of yourself."

The sound of the office door opening steals both their attention. Seb comes out with a grin on his face, alerting the boys that he is victorious.

The nurses let them into the room as they started removing her hospital dressings. Both Lando and Charles hate the sight and want to break because of it, but they don't. They stay strong. Well- Charles more then Lando.

The girl, on the other hand, is struggling to get to them. She fights her restraints, only hurting herself worse in the process.

"Slow down, amour. They have to get them off of you." Charles is holding her in a way that let's the nurses do their job. They shoot him an appreciative glance.

"Is Oscar okay? Are you guys okay?" She asks with an air of urgency.

"Yes, we're all okay, Oscar has even been cleared to race again. Somehow, the damage to his body wasn't even close to yours." Lando eyes her knowingly, and she just shrugs at him.

She walks out with them but gets into Sebs car.

"I don't think we'll ever be safe." She admits.

"Maybe not. But someone will always be there to find you when you can't find them."

Home is once again a new place. They have once again moved apartments.

She'd learned Daniel helped out while they were missing. He found then a place with the best security and moved a good chunk of furniture with Pierre and Sergio. The other three boys getting any personal belongings out of the wrecked apartment.

Oscar hadn't let go of her hand. He's been glued to her side and paranoid about every stranger they come across.

Recovery for him was going to be long and difficult, but they would be there every step of the way.

The return to racing had been amazing. The McLaren fans were so supportive and excited to see Oscar back. His family didn't know everything that happened, and that was for the best.

They just got unlucky is all.

He managed a P4 with the new car upgrades. He felt his brain finally to think about something else as soon as he got into the car.

Lando also got second. Another thing to celebrate. The after race hugs were something special.

She realized that day that her life had been far from easy, and it's not going to get easier, but it didn't matter. At the end of the day, she gets to come back to the people she loves and love her back.

No matter how far away she gets from them, they will always find her.

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jermer10 · 2 months

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Heya! Was wonderin if ye could do a little drabble for Scout with a GN!S/O who's like pretty new to the team but is hella smug and overall just sorta acts alot like him but more chill and laid back? If this isn't exactly yer cup 'o tea or ye just dunno how to write this request, feel free 'ta ignore this!:]

Have a nice day/noon/afternoon/evening/night !!

TF2 scout with a smug s/o

gn reader | as a scout enjoyer myself i LOVE this ask! i decided to write it as more of a slow burn-ish fic, it's long asf. hope you enjoy, anon!

drabbles under the cut :P

He had to rack his brain for reasons he was supposed to hate you. The team loved you, how could they have not? You radiated an energy Scout had only attempted to project his entire life. Maybe that's why. Maybe it was jealousy, how you managed to embody everything he wanted to be and more. But he couldn't really hate you, not in the traditional sense. You were still the last thought going through his head every night, the first person he wanted to see every morning, the person he assigned to the pillow he would squeeze to his chest late at night. He had even stolen one of your shirts to use as a pillowcase. Yeah, a better term for what he was would have been whipped.

It felt routine, waking up, walking into the kitchen, and seeing you and some other teammate laughing up a storm, getting closer, feeling his own presence in the structure of the team becoming increasingly irrelevant. If he wasn't the cocky asshole, who was he? This morning was different. He had awoken early, around 5am, as far as he could make out on the alarm clock next to his bed, anyway. He couldn't bother getting dressed, the only mercs who he knew that would be up wouldn't care, the last thing on his mind right now was you. His throat was phlegmy, a sour taste permeating his tongue, and all he wanted was to brush his teeth and drink a cool glass of water.

The stairs from the team barracks to the kitchen creaked under the weight of his footsteps, it's odd that he never noticed it before. He had become a lot more perceptive after meeting you. Turning into the kitchen/dining area, he spots you sitting on a barstool in front of the kitchen counter, mug in one hand and some random comic in the other. His face heats up, you turn and smile at him. A warm smile, the kind that makes every muscle in his body soften. The safe kind of smile that you wouldn't expect from someone so energetic and lively. "Morning," You spoke in a low tone. Scout was taken aback, sure, everyone was still asleep, but you were being so....so caring? And to him of all people? Weren't you supposed to dislike him as much as he disliked you?

You continued to stare, a slight nervousness in the way your eyes creased, your smile had began to falter. Something he had never seen from you before. Then he realized he had been staring at you, inner monologuing for far too long. "Oh, uh, g'mornin', sorry I didn't think anyone would be up this early...." He trailed off, trying to come up with some excuse as to why he was standing in the kitchen he had been dining in for years longer than the person in front of him. Your face softened at his answer, "Oh! It's fine.....I don't own the kitchen." You laughed on those last words, eyes resting back onto your comic. Scout felt the heat rush back into his face, yeah, this is why he didn't like you. You were quick tongued, always having some sort of smart assed response to him. It's clear why you and Spy got on well.

His face twisted into something between a frown and a scowl, you took no notice, sipping whatever liquid was in your mug. It smelt of coffee, and the deodorant you had been using since you begun working for mann co. He knew it was yours, the smell comforted him, if anything. The shirt he had stolen from your laundry basket in the downstairs washing room was beginning to lose that smell, and he had considered returning it for a while so that he could steal it back after a couple of wears. God, he was such a creep. "Are you going to continue standing there staring at me, or are you gonna grab something to eat?" You smirked to yourself, eyes flickering up at him before returning to your reading material.

"Fuck off." The words came to him before he could even think, he clasped a hand over his mouth in shock. You looked up. But you weren't upset, you seemed more amused if anything. "I beg your pardon?" A grin graced your features, Scout swallowed thickly, eyebrows furrowing, hands becoming clammy with the heat his body gave off. "Fuck...off..." Scout could barely get the words out. He was nervous, if you were as chill as you presented yourself then surely you wouldn't really care, that you'd just laugh him off and return to your book. But you didn't. You continued to stare, eyes boring into his skull, grin growing wider. "I like you, Jeremy." You spoke sweetly, not a trace of anger in your words.

A week later he had continued thinking about that interaction. He avoided you like the plague, the only words spoken in your presence being on the battlefield. Surely, you couldn't have meant it like that. Surely, you had been teasing him, trying to make him uncomfortable, one of the other mercs must have tipped you off on his crush, despite the fact that no one actually knew. Until he woke up again, this time around 2am. Obviously, you wouldn't be awake. It was the middle of the night, and even if he did encounter you he could just ignore you. His bedroom felt far too warm, and his bedsheets felt far too heavy. He decided he needed to get up and grab a glass of water.

There you were, sitting in your usual bar stool, upper body draped over the counter, staring at the mug in front of you. You looked up tiredly, eyes resting on the boy, and giving him a weak smile. "Hey, stranger." He ignored you. Well, he tried to. He could feel your eyes on him as he grabbed the glass from the cabinet, and filling it with lukewarm tap water. "It feels waaaay too hot tonight, right? Like it's the middle of February, it should be way cooler than this," You mumbled he found himself agreeing with you. Wordlessly nodding his head, eyes glued to the linoleum flooring. "Are you mad at me?" You finally asked, cutting whatever tension he perceived to be between the two of you with a butchers knife.

"I dunno....I guess?" He felt annoyed, of course he was mad at you. Was his ignorance and one word responses not obvious to the fact? You looked....hurt. Something that made him feel sick. He didn't want to hurt you. "What did I do?" You were quick to the point. "Does it matter? Nothin's gonna change even if I do tell ya', and besides, you didn't seem to have a problem with me ignoring ya' before." The word vomit was rising in his chest, one backhanded or smartassed response from you and all of his feelings for you would spill out. That's not how he wanted to tell you, not like this, not when you're hurt. Not when he's upset. You must have gathered as much, because you stood up, the legs of the chair making a quiet scraping noise against the floor, and you walked out.

It wasn't until a month later when he met you in the kitchen again. You seemed off, still your usual smug self with the other mercs to a point, but when the topic of Scout would come, that confident demeanor would falter. He felt like he was the only person who noticed it. It was 4am, he had been waking up every other night in the hope that he would see you there. Tonight he got lucky, you were rummaging through the fridge, the light illuminated every inch of your skin. Scout went flush, obviously you hadn't expected anyone to visit the kitchen, that, or you weren't planning on staying in there for long. Your underwear looked good on you. "Oh- fuck! Scout, you scared the shit out of me!" You closed the fridge with a start, seeing the boy looming over you.

"Uh, sorry." He cursed himself for the lackluster response, and for scaring you. "Can...can we talk?" He felt awkward, talking was his strong suit in some ways, and his hubris in others. "Yeah, uh, just lemme pour us some water..." You looked away, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. Scout sat at the bar stool this time, twiddling his thumbs together in anticipation. You stood before him, sliding the glass across the counter towards him chastely. You didn't seem to care that he saw you like this, he supposed that it came with the personality. "Look, I'm sorry for bein' such a douchebag, I just...." He was looking for the words in your eyes, he could see something swelling in them. Love? Hopefully.

"I have a crush on you, dude." You spoke for him, looking down at your own cup. Your face was red, and with the way you started fidgeting with the hem of your underwear, it was clear you had begun to feel insecure. Scout knew the feeling, but this being the third time you had seen him topless, with only his socks and boxers on, he didn't really mind. "Yeah." He managed to breathe out, setting the glass down on the table and resting his hand on his chin, hand covering his mouth. He stared at something, anything other than you. "I've liked you for a while....I just- I know you feel....threatened? by me. It isn't a nice feeling. I can't control my personality....I just..I saw you and I thought that maybe we were the same? And when you started to ignore me...I dunno. It felt like that small confession I made just...made shit awkward."

Jeremy couldn't help but grin. Here you were, the ever confident y/n, wearing your heart on your sleeve for him. You knew how he had felt, he didn't even have to tell you. You just knew. He felt like an ass, but the slight power trip he had knowing that he made you feel just as nervous as you did to him....it was relieving in a way. You looked at him, grin coming to your face in turn. "God, I feel kinda stupid now." You laughed lightly. Scout's heart felt like it was going to explode. "We should make out." It didn't mean to come out like that, but you weren't deterred. He leant over the table, disregarding the empty glasses and pulling you in.

You felt soft, your lips tasting like whatever lip balm you had been using, the smell of your deodorant overpowering his senses. He tugged lightly on your hair with his right hand, his left grasping at the back of your neck in a desperate way to keep you close. Your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers digging into the soft flesh, feverishly you moved your lips against his. It felt like a dream to Scout, the way he had finally gotten you here, now. "D'you...wanna......date....." He managed to get out between kisses. You pulled away, eyes heavy, face red and messy. "Yes." And you pulled him in again.

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angstyfandom · 11 months

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Simeon x Mc smut. (A/N I saw a similar story on here somewhere and I really liked the concept so here is Mc once again be drugged with an aphrodisiac.)

Warning: Sexual content, strong language, implied drugging.

Content: Fingering, aphrodisiac cookies, quiet Dom Simeon, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, multiple releases, naught Simeon.

It was a day like any other in Purgatory Hall. You were sitting with Solomon and Luke watching a few movies. Luke had been bummed out recently and Simeon had apparently been MIA for a few days. It's not like the angel to avoid cheering Luke up, and you were curious as to why he was avoiding everyone when he could. And you hadn't seen him since you got to Purgatory Hall, worrying you further. Luke just told you that he was out and he didn't know when he'd be back.

Solomon stood up, taking a look at the both of you before sending a kind smile to the younger angel "Belphie brought us some cookies to apologize for Beel eating Luke's cake. Would either of you like one?" He asked, his gaze focused on you. You sent him a quick nod, watching him hustle his way out of the room, towards the kitchen. After a few moments, the sorcerer walked out with a plate of cookies, eating one himself before sitting back down next to you. "Here you go, I hope you enjoy." Solomon smiled As you all enjoyed a cookie, you noticed a weird fruity aftertaste. Similar to the scent of laughing gas, but a flavor? You didnt think much of it, and just shrugged it off, knowing Belphie isn't the best baker there ever was, so it was okay that they weren't perfect.

After a few cookies, Luke let out a loud ass yawn and stretched his arms as he stood in front of you "It was nice seeing you Mc! Thank you for the movie night, it's just what I needed. I'm beat....Imma going to bed, I'll see you in the morning! Goodnight." Luke gushed, before walking out of the room, leaving you and Solomon. "Jeez, after a few cookies, you'd think he'd be the opposite of tired." You laughed, leaning your head back against the soft couch. Solomon nodded and stood up, bending down towards you "Are you going to bed soon as well? I'm going to bed, you probably should as well." He chimed, his eyes falling to your hands that have been tapping your legs so consistently. You felt your cheeks get hot, a sudden burst of energy coursing through you.

You couldn't get any words out, your brain going fuzzy, and your body temperature started to rise. Solomon must have noticed your face turning crimson red, seeing a concerned glint appear in his eyes "Are you okay, MC? Do you need me to--" He began to approach you, the closer he got the hotter your skin felt. You squeaked and jumped back from him, the redness on your face spreading to your ears "N-No, I'm fine, you can go to bed Sol, I think I need to take a shower.." You whimpered, breathlessly. Before Solomon got any closer to you, you bolted passed him and locked yourself in the bathroom, hearing Solomons footsteps retreating down the hall to his bedroom.

You let out a sigh of relief as you jumped into the shower, throwing off your clothes as quickly as possible and turning the water on its coldest setting, convinced you would see steam emanating from your skin. The cold water was helping, you felt the fire inside of you die off the longer you stood under the freezing water, your heart beating out of your chest.

Once you were convinced the fire in your abdomen was gone, you hopped out, shivering like no tomorrow. You wrapped a soft blue and white towel around yourself, before looking around the bathroom for your clothes. That's when you realized it. You took off your clothes in the shower. You were in such a rush to relieve yourself from the heat that you got your clothes sopping wet, and what was worse. It was cold wet clothes....

You sighed at your obvious stupidity and stumbled out of the bathroom, the towel still wrapped around you as you made your way down the hall. You were debating your options of what you could do. Luke is sleeping. You were in a towel so seeing Solomon wouldn't be the brightest, knowing how he can be. That's when it hit you.

Simeon isn't home, I can just take some of his clothes and explain to him why tomorrow morning if I see him.

You thought to yourself, tiptoing your way to Simeons door, giving it a quick knock just in case he was home. No response. You walked in, looking around the simplistic room. It was so cozy, and the bright blue walls made it all that much more comforting. It smelled of a Persian Garden. The floral scent put your body in a state of bliss, an intoxicating scent. Simeon has always been pretty organized so there wasn't much of a suprise that his room was clean and tidy. An angel definitely lives here.

You rummaged through Simeons closet, pulling out the biggest shirt he had, considering you had no pants and no underwear. The next best thing is Simeons size difference basically making his shirt a dress on you. You kneeled down on the edge of his bed, faceplanting against the soft sheet. The scent from before was so much stronger against his blankets, it made your heart flutter thinking about the times you had spent with Simeon in this room, talking about the play and studying with Luke.

As you took in another deep whiff of the scent, the peace you felt from the comforting smell turned to something different. The scent was enveloping you, making you feel rather overwhelmed, causing you to jump up, holding your heart, feeling it beat so hard against your chest. What is this feeling? You pondered, taking deep breaths to calm down. The scent of the sweet angels room was drowning you, your brain going fuzzy and you had no idea why. Luckily(Debatable) you were knocked out of your troublesome situation hearing someone walk through the door, into the room.

Your eyes slowly moved up, seeing Simeon, looking at you with a shocked expression "W-What are you doing in here?" He asked, all the possibilities of why you would be in his room in the dead of night were completely lost to him. "W-Well, I wasn't feeling well and when I got into the shower I was rushing and I got my clothes all wet....and since Luke and Solomon were sleeping and you weren't home, you were my best option. I'm sorry if I've upset you..." You explained, tilting your head down, staring at the floor, expecting him to be slightly bothered by this encounter

"Oh that's no problem, Mc. I'm glad I could be of service to you, even though I wasn't here." He smiled, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling in the soft light coming from the closet. He walked over to you, kneeling down to get to your level, his hand resting on the bed next to your legs. This is all well and good until Simeons strong scent wafted around you. That familiar fire from earlier returning to your stomach, an aching feeling appearing between your thighs.

Simeons innocent gaze stayed on you as he began to speak, unaware of exactly what you were imagining him doing to you "I don't want you to think I could be upset with you over something like this.... I'd be happy to give you anything I have." Simeon sent you a cheeky grin, your eyes examining all of his features, the burning sensation against your skin was becoming too much. It felt like there was a giant knot in your abdomen, needing to be released. You softly rubbed your thighs together, trying to create some type of friction to calm your body down. You were trying so hard to come up with a response for Simeon but everything was going fuzzy, your core pooling underneath you, your blushing expression causing Simeon to worry. Your breathing got heavier, softly licking your lips as you stared at the captivating angel before you. Simeon softly lifts his gloved finger to the corner of your lips, noticing a small drop of drool escaping from the corner of your mouth. He was getting too close, your senses were getting fuzzy as you gently bit onto the tip of his glove, causing him to pull his hand away. His glove came off in your mouth, Simeon sending you a shocked expression. You whined softly, feeling like you're about to burst into a ball of fire if Simeon didn't touch you. You needed him. More than ever now. You felt tears pricking at your eyes, the neediness overestimulating your senses. Simeon reached towards you, with his bare hand, gently touching your cheek

"MC.... You're burning up. I'm going to get you some water. Stay her--"

"N-No..."

"What?"

"S-Simeon....come here..."

Simeon slowly strides closer to you, seeing you become more unhinged the closer he got "What wrong, love?" He whispered softly.

You softly grabbed his hands, your legs resting other both sides of his legs. Your pleading gaze met Simeons worried look, he slowly leaned down to get a better look at you, seeing the lustful glint in your eyes. A look he was unfamiliar with from you. "I need you..." You breathed out, speaking becoming harder and harder. You just wanted to pull him on top of you and let him do whatever he'd like, but unfortunately Simeon isn't so simple. "I need you so bad, Simeon....please." You whimpered, your hands releasing his and moving up to the collar of his shirt.

Simeon was caught off guard, but he wasn't about to show it. He was taken aback by your behavior, curious as to why you were acting such a way. The thought finally hit him, having seen something similar when the brothers ate an aphrodisiac as well. That explained your act. He had never had sex before. Of course he knows about it and has lived a lot of years, knowing the basics but with you. With you, it had to be perfect. With you, he had different plans for this first time. Simeon wanted to stick with his plan, but the begging voice you were using is tugging at his chains, making it so hard to not take you right now.

"I-I don't think I can...you're not feeling well..." Simeon explained, not able to take his eyes off of the needy girl squirming in front of him. He wanted to give you everything good in all of the realms, he wanted you to feel warm and content at all times when it's within his power. Especially right now. You just whined at his response, gently rubbing your aching core against the edge of the bed, warm tears escaping your eyes from frustration "S-Simeon please, it hurts...." You whimpered, your hands impatiently pulling at his collar, getting his face closer to yours. Your lips were only an inch away from his, the angels gaze hardened right before your eyes. The bright and kind blue his eyes always glowed was replaced with the dark shadow of temptation and lust. He could feel your hot breath so close to him, seeing the submissive look in your eyes up close and it was driving him mad.

Simeon let out a soft grumble, and shook his head, giving up on his prior concern, before greedily attacking your lips. You felt his arm hook your legs from underneath you and gently moved you further up the bed. He softly pulled away, admiring how pretty your soft lips looked so kiss swollen. He just wanted to see you. He wanted to see your face when you unwind underneath him. Unable to wait much longer, Simeon moves his hungry kisses to your jawline, down to your neck. You could feel his knee move up between your legs, pressing up against your heat. His incredibly soft hands moved up his shirt that you're wearing, feeling himself harden at the thought of his scent covering you, in almost every way. His fingers traced circles around your nipples, his teeth dragging against the crook of your neck, causing you to release a satisfied groan, grinding your core up against his leg, desperate for more relief. You could see the restraint in his eyes breaking away at your movements.

You moaned lightly at the soft nibbles against the soft spot under your ear, Simeons hand wandering down your stomach, to your thighs, gently running his finger over your dripping entrance causing you to release such a soft moan that it teased him. He needed to hear more than that. He smeared your arousal around your heat, the flat of his thumb pushing up against your swollen clit, pushing it in a small circle. Simeon wasn't the type of angel to take advantage of a situation like this, but since he came to Devildom, he began changing. You were changing him.

He couldn't imagine what would have happened if he hadn't come home. Would you would have gone to Solomon or one of the brothers? He let out a soft growl at the thought of someone else seeing you like this. So vulnerable, before inserting a finger inside of your wet hole, a loud gasp escaping your lips. Simeon sends you such sweet smile before leaning down, burying his face against your neck before mumbling "Keep your voice down, darling, Luke is sleeping next door." He grinned before adding another digit, thrusting his fingers in and out, sending a small wave of pleasure through your body, a trail of whimpers escaping your swollen lips. His lips moved across your collar bone, leaving sloppy kisses across your skin.

Your whimpers turned into whining, the aching pleasure waving through you wasn't enough. You needed more from him. And he wanted so much more from you. The more your legs started to shake the faster Simeon would thrust his fingers against your walls, sending electricity with every hit. He couldn't control his pacing, wildly trying to get more of the sweet melody dancing from your lips. Your moans slowly got louder, your breathing grew more uneven. Simeons gloved hand moved over your mouth, muffling your gradually rising sounds, knowing you may be just a bit too loud. He wasn't complaining, but others around the hall just might. He edged you closer to your breaking point, his hand pressing harder against your lips the closer you got. "S-Simeon I-I'm going to cum." You whimpered into his hand, feeling the knot in your stomach being released, a loud scream escaping from your lips, completely muffled by Simeons gloved fingers.

He pulled his hand away, seeing the strands of saliva stringing from your mouth to his hand. His gaze was hard and you saw the bright red color on his face spreading, like he was conflicted as he pulled his dripping fingers out of you. Simeon stared at the arousal coating his fingers before reconcentrating his gaze onto your fragile figure. You just laid there breathing heavily, your body trying to cool down on its own, to no avail. The burning feeling throughout your body was dying down but the neediness and arousal only grew staring at the beautiful man on top of you.

Simeon leaned down, placing soft kisses on your lips, cheeks and neck before gazing at you once more. The painful feeling that was once in your abdomen has lessened, allowing you to think more clearly "T-Thank you...." You murmured, still working on catching your breath. A jolt of arousal coursed through your veins seeing a sinister smirk dance on Simeons silky lips, as he leaned closer to you and began to attack your neck with bites and open mouthed kisses, murmuring about how he's not done yet and to buckle down. You'll be here for a while.

You were shocked at the forwardness of the allegedly holy and pure man that was hanging over you, leaving dark marks all around your neck and collar. You hummed at the amazing feeling, your hands roaming up into his hair, and down to his back, leaving light scratches across his velvety skin. You felt him tense at the soft pain and released a light moan against your skin, arousing you further. Too focused on the bliss and attention your neck and chest were receiving you hadn't noticed the angel remove his pants, lightly grinding his hardened member against your leg.

Before you even realized what was happening, Simeon got impatient, needing to feel your insides as quickly as he could. He lifted your leg onto his shoulder, tucking his hands underneath you, pulling your hips closer to his. With no warning and little time to process, he had slammed into you letting out a satisfied grunt, holding his position for you to adjust to his size. He had never thought of how good this would feel. How sinful this was yet it felt like heaven. How wrong it was for angels to be forbidden to feel this connection. Maybe he only felt this fire for you. Maybe it wouldn't be this way with anyone else.

Once you softly began whining, and grinding your heat against his cock, he began moving his hips at a painfully slow pace. He was doing it on purpose. Regardless of experience, he was enjoying the sight of you squirming under him. Seeing your brain so foggy with desire. Desire for him. The pleasure waving through you, making you grow hungry for more. Your trail of moans turned to soft begging

"S-Simeon go faster please." You pleaded, pushing your hips to his base, letting out a gorgeous moan that drove Simeon crazy. It was music to his ears. Hearing you be so needy for him, so impatient. Simeon lived to please you in every way he could, this was no different. He smiled lightly at your pleads, giving in to you without another thought. His thrusts got faster and rougher than before, feeling his tip pound against your cervix sending unimaginable pleasure throughout your body, whimpering and moaning his name, only making him go much faster. Your begging and whining making him never want to stop. "Pretty..." he murmured through his grunting. A shiver ran up your spine, feeling another release building in your stomach, your panting and squirming signaling to Simeon of your 2nd release. You let out a rather loud yelp, feeling his free hand move down to rub at your clit, adding to the already overwhelming stimulation.

Simeons eyes went dark at your noises and his gloved hand moved up to his mouth, removing his glove with his teeth and swiftly shoving it into your mouth "Quiet, Mc." He demanded, his tone was calm but dominant. He thrusted hard and faster into you, feeling your walls throbbing around him. Your cries were muffled by the black cloth inside your mouth, your toes curling against his soft covers. He lowered himself to you after removing the glove from your mouth, placing a deep kiss onto your lips, his tongue swiping at your bottom lip. His thrusts were getting more and more sloppy, your legs shaking at the overstimulation from already cumming twice. Simeon grunted and moaned against your ear, his lovely sounds blurring your senses more and more. Never would you have thought his moans could be so....perfect. You moaned against his neck, your nails clawing against his lower arm, encouraging him to do more. His breathing began getting heavy, his moans gradually became consistent, making it clear he was close as well. As were you. Simeons hand pressed down on your lower abdomen, building up the friction inside of you. Your legs began to vibrate, your third release waving over you. "Aw, you're doing so well, darling~" he praised, his hand softly rubbing your sides, providing a little comfort for the overstimulation. Unfortunately you were unable to ride out your high, with Simeon still thrusting into you. You became a mess, clawing and gripping at his blankets, your other hand pressing against your mouth, holding back your unraveling moans the best you could. "I-I'm close, Mc~" he mused, his grunts and heavy breathing was ringing in your ears. Simeon thrusted sloppily into you a few more times before you felt him bite against your shoulder, his hands gripping your hips as he released his seed into you. You felt him slowly pull out of you before laying on the bed next to you, pulling your head onto his chest "I love you Mc....more than anything." He panted, stroking your hair and speaking in such a soft and comforting way, it would be easy to forget he just railed the daylights out of you if you weren't still high from pleasure.

Simeon gently pulled the blankets over you, watching you snuggle in against him and the warm duvet. He strokes your back with the tips of his fingers, watching you drift off to sleep before following closely after.

The aftermath!!!

You woke up to the bright lights shining through the window of Simeons room. You were confused as to why you were in his room, before you rolled over to see Simeon. Naked. Your face went a bright red, recalling the events from the night before. You squeaked into the pillow, out of both excitement and embarrassment. Simeon is finally yours. But you wished that wasn't the first intimate experience he had seen from you. Simeons eyes fluttered open, causing panic to rise from you "S-Simeon! I'm so so sorry, that was wrong of me. I have no idea what happened to me." You scrambled for an excuse but could come up with none. Simeons lips slowly parted with the cutest smile ever, before he leaned towards you, hooking his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into the most butterfly inducing kiss you'd ever felt. He slowly and reluctantly pulled away from your lips, tracing his finger over the dark marks across your neck "Don't be sorry, princess. I enjoyed it as much as you did." He grinned, teasing you for your disheveled behavior last night. "Whatever you ate last night was laced with a powerful aphrodisiac. It didnt seem to work on Solomon but it had wild effects on you. Not that I'm complaining of course." Your cheeks went hot at the angels words, you would have been more embarrassed if you weren't already swooning over his messy bed hair and his deep sleepy voice.

Back at the House Of Lamentation

You strolled your way into the house, seeing all 7 brothers sitting around the living room, chatting amongst themselves. Recalling the events from last night, you stood in front of belphie to confront him about the aphrodisiac cookies "Hey Belphie, did you happen to make those cookies you gave to Solomon as an apology?" You questioned him. Belphie raised an eyebrow and scoffed "No I didn't, Asmo and Mammon made them. I just took a bunch and brought them to Purgatory Hall." He sighed. I looked over at mammon and asmo "Guys, what was in those cookies?" You growled, slowly approaching them. They gulped and looked at eachother panicked. Mammon was the first to break "It was Asmos idea! He thought it would be funny to drug Solomon and see what he'd do." He explained. I growled and shook my head "I ate those cookies too, so did Luke. Though Luke is an angel so he's fine, and Solomon is a powerful sorcerer and it didn't work on him!" You snapped. Asmo flinched at your tone, and stared at you with an apologetic look. His guilt was quickly subdued once he realized what it meant when you said it didn't work on THEM. You haven't said anything about you.

"Oh dear MC, who'd you fuck?" Asmo asked with a shit eating grin. Your face got hot as you slowly backed away from them, not wanting to talk about THAT. Before you could make an escape, you ran into a hard figure that was standing behind you. You flipped around and glanced up to see Lucifers serious expression staring down at you. Lucifer was the first one to get this close to you since you got home, and he quickly noticed the bites and hickeys on your neck. "Was it Solomon?" Lucifer asked, his voice laced with interest. The 6 other boys seemed to find this conversation rather interesting as well, finding themselves circling you. "NO.." You stated, feeling Mammons hands moving your hair to the side, exposing your marks to everyone. The boys surrounding you stared at you with such a jealous rage you were worried they would find out about Simeon and that would be bad.

"Who ever said anyone but us could touch you?" Lucifer stated, seeing the agreement in all of their eyes. You sighed, knowing exactly what they're going to do.

This is going to be a long night, once again.

#obey me imagines #obey me fanfic #obey me simeon #simeon x you #obey me smut #shall we date #obey me shall we date #obey me simeon smut #otome game

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eatmangoesnekkid · 7 months

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Belly Dance Observations Week 4

I am now going on record to state that belly dance is an essential ingredient for every female body interested in accessing its innate divine feminine power in a more accelerated journey. What I noticed this week was that my breasts have reverted back to their 20 year old texture. But it’s not about the aesthetics —they are lovely don’t get me wrong, but I'm 47 and not looking for my 20 year breasts...it is just what happened naturally. What enlivens me, what lights up my eyes and dilates my blood vessels, is that I have accessed another portal to tapping into larger untapped kinetic potential (energy, mystery, and freedom) held in the female body. More inner sunlight!

Speaking to another dance student in my class —a 60 year old body-aware ex-ballerina, she shared how she felt the same way when she first started and continues to feel that heightened radiance after each class. I get it though! The hips, spine, and belly hold power that fuels our entire ecosystem. They are the sunlight currency systems! Because I’m a pole dancer, a building/strengthening and flexibility-inducing sexy art, I felt the clarion call to nurture my center of reality with more fluidity and yin, to soften my belly and hips sort of speak. A soft belly with strong flexible legs means that the body is receiving an abundance of earth and water energy from the ground, the earth. Water and earth energy create a strong healthy lubricated female body wellspring. A lubricated female body is actually pulsing with the universe, which isn't about sex, as lovely and delicious as heart-connected sex can be. It is about creation. The creation of new narratives. The shimmies, hip drops, and belly shakes/pumps heat up or activate kundalini to help clear densely-blocked channels in our bellies from unresolved emotions in this recent life and past lives and the detached depression we continue to carry from our foremothers/forefathers trying to navigate inhumane, insanity, predatory Western systems, AND the repression from violence against our grandmothers and the accompanying terror of living in a female body throughout lifetimes.

Whew chile! No wonder so many of us behave out of alignment with our highest potential. But the beauty is that we are shifts and plot twists in our grandmothers' narratives. We have the opportunity NOW to heal in ways that our beloved grandmothers didn't have the opportunity to. Couple that with the fact that if we had a rough childhood, we must process those suppressed emotions throughout our bodies—loosen the shit up so that they can decalcify and be transmuted into more space and love that opens the way to making NEW CHOICES and IMPLEMENTING NEW HABITS🕊️! If you are highly-sensitive and empathetic like I am as well and have been working to open up your heart—to increase your frequency/magnetism through accessing more of your heart space, belly dance (or some other passionate movement like belly self-massages or other belly/hip grabbing, ass-gripping, and spine-undulating, deep-breathing touch during lovemaking) is essential and completely non-negotiable. Hot damn!

My teacher asked the other day how old I was. And she had to sit down in a chair in disbelief when I told her. I live a regenerative life and am always discovering new ways this body my soul essence lives inside of can come alive so that I share the discoveries with other women and non-binary people. I am sooooo in love with belly dance! If you are not resourced enough to get to a class, go to YouTube and find tutorials there. Play around there with moving your belly, back and hips in 4-dimensional ways. Trance out with it.

Such a big part of what I believe my role as a woman/myth being is to bequeath other women with the wisdom to navigate this human existence, to land fully in their bodies in this incarnation, and know in deepest sense that all of us is worthy and welcomed. We get to be in relationship with our bodies and all the feels-- from deep love to deep anger to sadness to pristine ecstasy. To feel them and let them run/drip/leak/undulate and be seen/felt in them and sometimes go deeply into what’s underneath when desired. In my last class, I cried for some unknown reason. It was incredibly liberating to just let it flow and move on.

Sometimes what I witness happen with women is that when we start feel our denser suppressed emotions like anger or rage, we stay in them for years....unconsciously-- without awareness, creating other calcifications like fibriods or tumors from either being easily triggered by the external world, not detoxifying and moving enough through our processes, or of course, never accessing what has been suppressed. And I get it too--it's a lot happening all at once and it can be a tough game to play . But this is the times we are living in and sometimes it's just hard so learn to be okay with life being hard while also keenly aware that it doesn’t always have to be. We have to be lovers again. A lover state of being is essential for our bodies' highest harmonies. But we also must be a bit like martial arts and warriors. Capoeira-style in the shape of belly dancers. We have to be here for all of it.

With feeling, also *practice* feeling the emotions that may be less natural for you to feel right now like joy, gratitude, appreciation, tenderness, ecstasy, softness, sweetness, relaxation, and serenity. Normalize these states so that your body receives neurotransmitters, endorphins, oxytocin, and serotonin that help to nourish and repair it. Rest, hike, touching, kissing, really good sex, good nourishing food, healthy relationships, laughter, limiting social media/tv, creativity/finishing projects, good music, and of course dance. As you release and open, you may find yourself rarely usurping emotions like "anger." Not that anything is bad/wrong about the very useful emotion of anger but when you consciously create your life, the more fulfilled you become, the less necessary the energy of anger becomes for you in how you process or experience life. But if ever needed again, you know how to access your anger, embrace it, and hold yourself in it by feeling it into a warm flow.

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osseincactus · 2 years

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I wanted to draw Archie with fins so the only reasonable solution was to redesign all the rr leaders (and Volo for Dio) I know a lot of people have made designs for them but i wanted to so...

Read more for info about them all:

Giovanni: Obviously the Leader Leader of Rainbow Rocket. He succeeded in taking over Sylph Co. and ruining everything with Team Rocket, so now he's just kinda rich and annoying. Nothing really crazy with him other than that... he's got a lot of money, he's got a lot of power and he's mean enough to flaunt it. He's trying to use the wormholes in Alola to further his own reach.

Maxie: Used Groudon to try to expand the land and in the process killed basically everything... there are a few people and pokemon just barely surviving around I'm sure but for the most part everything is pretty desolate. Plus holding the Red Orb for long enough fucked him over and now he's just kinda partly fused with Groudon. On the bright side he deals with the heat really well and doesn't get dehydrated so he's perfect for the fucked up world he made. He likes that it's warm in Alola but he's not a huge fan of the water...

Archie: Like Maxie, he used Kyogre to expand the Oceans and also killed basically everything, except water Pokemon. The Blue Orb fused him with Kyogre and now he has gills and can breath under water, but in the opposite way of Maxie he gets dehydrated quick and needs a lot of water. Sometimes he just up and leaves from the rr mansion so he can go swimming, since he's more comfortable in the water. Everyone else just waits for him to show back up instead of trying to find him.

Cyrus: Used the Red Chain to force Dialga and Palkia to help him create a new world, as well as Giratina. Protip: Don't force God's kids to do stuff, you will start bleeding from your eyes. The wings are because I like them, there's six of them and each set is based on a legendary of the Creation Trio. He's still the same person. He doesn't talk to the others much and spends a lot of time in his own room doing his own things.

Ghetsis: He succeeded in getting everyone to release their pokemon, leaving him with almost complete control over Unova and further. He's a lot like Giovanni, where he's just kind of a pretentious ass and he likes to rub his power in everyone's face. He got rid of his one arm because I don't think he'd keep an arm that barely works around for much longer if he could help it. He also has a sort of Reshiram/Zekrom motif throughout his outfit since he has acquired both of them. He bothers Giovanni a lot, since he's determined to use him to further his own plans...

Lysandre: Used the Ultimate Weapon and Yveltal to kill everyone... However killing everyone on the planet takes a lot of energy to accomplish and royally fucked him up. Like AZ he got a whole lot taller but it also burnt most of his body, blinded him and kinda ruined a big chunk of his critical thinking. He's a borderline scp creature that's fueled by blood lust. He's useful for keeping anyone from bothering RR but the Leaders try to keep their distance from him for the sake of themselves. He does go through moments of clarity where he's mostly himself but sometimes he also just tries to kill anything that's near him.

Volo: He isn't an RR member obviously but I made him a design for Dio! I just wanted to give him a new outfit. I highly doubt he's super happy with the new world he's created seeing as it doesn't really change much even if he is basically God now. He's still kinda miserable and lonely. I'm sure he regrets it but it's not like he can go back on it and even if he could he's got a facade to keep up.

Lusamine isn't here mostly because I already really like her Mother Beast design so maybe I'll just draw it at some point...

#pokemon #team rainbow rocket #giovanni pokemon #magma leader maxie #aqua leader archie #galaxy leader cyrus #ghetsis harmonia #ghetsis #flare leader lysandre #pokemon volo #my art #most of these designs are based on stuff from the series so sorry if theyre similar to anything ;;#i love evil pokemon men #i hate tagging stuff so leaving it here #blaze draws

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sukimas · 9 months

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i'm not gonna reblog this post because it is overall quite good and i just have a nitpick with this part but actually the way the body processes food is pretty much combustion. like it produces CO2 and water from hydrocarbons. that's all combustion is.

food (kilo)calories are also just a measure of energy present in the food. you'll notice if you go to europe that the big label at the top of nutrition facts says Energy and not Calories. but actually, all levels on nutrition facts are theoretical; you are not going to necessarily absorb all the iron, protein, or ascorbic acid in the food either, but the amount present there is still labeled.

a calorie is defined as the measure of energy it takes to heat 1 g of water up 1 degree celsius. why we use that (x1000) to measure food calories is because a number of foods are mostly water, and so are you, but your body is of course measured in kg so it's useful to use kcal. also calorimetry measures energy of complete combustion by the change in temperature of water surrounding the combustion; many bond dissociation energies are reported in kcal/mol still rather than kJ/mol. we use bomb calorimeters because if we don't allow the internal volume to change, we can get a more accurate estimate of bond dissociation energy. calorimetry is not a hack nutritionist's plot against you, but simply the best measure we have of measuring the energy present in materials. we cannot know exactly what's in food structurally or even chemically, so we can't run molecular dynamics simulations to estimate the energies present in catabolism.

now, are energies measured by bomb calorimetry misleading as to how your body processes food? yes. your body does perform combustion on anything it can break down into glucose and co., but it doesn't necessarily perform complete combustion. some small amounts of carbon monoxide are produced in the digestive tract due to this, even! it depends on the type of food you eat how completely it combusts. for example, if you eat a tablespoon of sugar, it'll probably be processed into almost all the calories, whereas if you eat a tablespoon of rye with the same amount of theoretical glucose, it probably won't. this is a significant gripe i have with the quote unquote health food industry, actually- a lot of things are estimated as having higher amounts of accessible calories than they really have, so people end up calorie-cutting by labels in order to diet but then it's compounded by the fact that a number of the calories are entirely inaccessible. so if you calorie-cut to 1600 kcal/day but you're only eating fruits, vegetables, ancient grains, and lean meat, you're probably processing those "1600 kcal" into 1300 or less kcal!

but kilocalories aren't the only misleading thing on food labels, and while eyeballing nutrition facts can help you get enough of essential nutrients like vitamin A and K and the like, in many cases it won't be in the most easily accessible form, so you might malnourish yourself. iron is a big problem here, and why i recommend impossible foods so much to people who are vegetarian and especially vegan; heme is one of the few types of iron that the human body can process, so that impossible foods contain it without being meat makes them extremely important to a non-iron-supplemented vegetarian diet. anyway, digression aside, are the beauty and food industries intentionally being misleading about how accurate kcal are? almost certainly. is the utilization of the kilocalorie (and bomb calorimetry generally) for measurement of energy in foods due to this? almost certainly not.

(P.S.: if you'd like to know why your body isn't constantly on fire due to the fact that you're combusting all the time, that would be because thermodynamics of combustion (a reaction where the products are ludicrously heavily favored) are distinct from the kinetics of combustion commonly (in the atmosphere with so much available oxygen, the rate laws dictate that combustion goes really fast. in your body with enzymatic processes, it goes fairly slowly). everything that can combust is combusting, just very slowly, from paper to gas to sugar- if you leave glucose out in the air, it'll slowly slowly slowly burn even without heat applied; the enzymes in your body get over that initial heat/energy barrier, though, and burn it quicker. however, since there's no continual heat applied, it won't set off a chain chemical reaction and burn very quickly unless something's extremely wrong with your body. eat your antioxidants)

#food \#long post #physical chemistry #i guess

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When I made Mara she was heavily inspired by and Enderman themed minecraft skin I had, but I knew I didn't want to make her just an Enderman, instead some kind of sister species that I have reveal very little about in the Tank Land Tales videos. But I have had some ask what makes her different to Endermen, so I figured it would be fun to do a comparison drawing between the two species, and because I've been meaning to do more personal design for Minecraft creatures, which I will hopefully do more of in the future.

I will also give some little notes to showcase the differences between the two species, along with some similarities for the purposes of loreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

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Endermen:

They produce an incredibly hot energy in them through their enderpearl hearts, that they use for their teleportation. The open cracks in their skin act as ventilation to keep their temperature under control, the particles they leak acting similar to steam. However, this means that if water leaks in through the cracks, it can drastically cool them down to the point of harming them, or even death, which is why they prefer hotter and drier climates.

While Mara is fairly tall compared to most humans, Endermen are on another level, some even nicknaming them the giants of the end. They have a sturdier build than their sister species, with high endurance, strength and perfect for combat, making them monsters to fight. Back when they use to have a kingdom, Endermen often took the role of guardians, warriors and leaders.

They have really big eyes, used to help survey their surrounding area in a wider gaze, able to see very far. Sadly for most, this means it is very easy to accidentally look them in the eyes, setting off an old berserk mode they use to have before they lost their minds. They originally used this berserk mode to help them in fights, feeding them pure adrenaline to keep going. Now it can merely be triggered through staring right back at them, so keep your pumpkins on hand.

While both species make similar sounds, Endermen are able to produce a bone chilling roar that some say effect their very soul, and is enough to disturb one's hearing, causing ringing pain and even dizziness. It's a sound many will never forget, even if only hearing it once in their life.

Mara's Species:

Opposite to Endermen, Mara's kind do not do well in the heat, especially around fire and magma. It causes the end crystals that grow off of them to become unstable, or even crack, leading to them exploding, which will kill them since their heart is an end crystal core. So they prefer colder climates, this being one of the many reasons Mara lives in a cabin out in the tundra forest, and isn't fond of making trips to the nether.

Their draping 'dress' and frills were a means to show off their telekinetic energy as a sign of power, show case how healthy they are, and be used as intimidation. The frills around their head can go up whenever by choice or high emotions, but they will always go up when they use their telekinesis.

They have smaller eyes, which meant they couldn't see as far as Endermen, but they are able to take in more detail, notice small things that may go unnoticed by most, and help give them accuracy and a good reaction time. It does lead to them often looking like they're glaring, when really they are often surveying what's close to them. Or they are actually glaring, it's hard to tell.

While not as big or sturdy as an enderman, Mara's species were lighter, faster and quick on their feet, being known as quite scholarly people that were good at crafting with sharp preciseness. They know how to be soft and delicate, perhaps evolved due to having to be careful with the end crystals they grow on their body, that they do have to shave down when they out grow, carefully.

Both:

Despite how they look, both species are actually herbivores, designed to eat fruits, veggies and mushrooms. Their teethes and jaws were designed to help them crack open a lot of solid foods that were common to their environment, such as chorus fruit that had a shell like a nut. They're known to have an powerful bite force, with Endermen being able to bite digger, but Mara's kind having sharper, many hooked teeth.

Before the End was moved into a different realm, their floating islands use to hover across the overworld. They used their teleportation and telekinesis to get around, but eventually they invented things like the airships or elytras to better movement, especially in groups. These are just one of many inventions they made, the end creatures having been well known for their creations and builds. Many suspect that's why Endermen wander around collecting objects, or why Mara seems to be an expert builder. As if creation is in their blood.

Endermen and Mara's kind got along reasonable well, despite their differences. They balanced each other on their strengths and weaknesses, and if any problems arose between the two sides, their queen, the Enderdragon, would always step in to deal with it, their respect for her running deep. It was common for Endermen to act as guards, and Mara's kind to be diplomats. The two species were even able to have children together, though hybrids were never a thing, instead the child taking after either parent.

Being reptiles, they do indeed come from eggs. They have to be incubated differently, with Mara's kind needing to be rested among end crystals, and Endermen egg needing to be constantly warmed by their parent's ender pearl energy. There were a few times the Enderdragon herself would roost a few eggs for her people, able to tackle both conditions needed.

Despite being massive creatures, they are able to move around without making a sound if chosen. Masters of the shadow, and able to ambush on many, they're haunting to be cornered by, despite being creatures that noticeably glow. Many nether being from the past use to talk about how if you were ever along and saw a glimpse of purple, it meant you'd be dead the next second without warning.

#Minecraft #Minecraft Enderman #Enderman #OC #Tank Lands #Tank Land Tales #Original Character #Creature Design #My Art

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Gonna go on a bit of a rant about energy weapons in Sci Fi, because this drives me insane and seems so misunderstood.

When it comes to efficacy as an anti personnel weapon, directed energy weapons suck.

First, lets talk about what a directed energy weapon does. They are thermal weapons. Whether it be a plasma gun or a laser beam or an electron gun, you goal is to be heat up the target, thus when you are firing at a person you are hoping to inflict a burn wound.

Now, humans actually don't burn very well. I think that it's pretty well known that humans are mostly made of water. The fun thing about that is that it means to make a human actually burn, you need to first boil all of that water off.

This is why even third degree burns tend to be sporadic and only skin deep. Most deaths in fires aren't from burns, they are from smoke inhalation, and the body burns in the fire post mortem. There is also a risk of infection and sepsis. If you want to actually immolate a human being, your best bet is to ensure they are restrained within the fire, or are covered in a flammable substance, and even then , it takes quite a long time. On the order of minutes of exposure to open flame.

Now, let's get into wounds. If you want to kill somebody quickly, you want to either bleed them out, or damage their internal organs. The problem is even third degree burns tend to not go much deeper than the skin, and when they do go deeper they tend not to cause much organ damage.

This is why DEWs are just, not very good. Even if they are powerful enough to cause third degree burns in one shot, all you have done is given somebody third degree burns, it isn't likely to be debilitating or lethal, and on top of that, the energy required to give somebody third degree burns like that could be better used magnetically accelerating a slug that will tear through them with ease, causing organ trauma and mass bleeding.

Basically, lasers are good against space ships not people. Settings that show humanity still using good old fashioned guns, or even better, some kind of magnetic firearm have it right.

#science fiction #rant post #laser

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cybernexus · 1 year

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I have to catch up on a bunch of things but here's a post straight off the shitpost express about magic in my cyberpunk fantasy world (and regarding Raj + his fam)

Not me thinking about the fact that Raj has hidden magical abilities, that lay dormant in his family for like, centuries!! For a very important reason I'll get to later...

And the fact that his particular type of energy being fiery and passionate representing not having an outlet for your emotions. He chooses to bottle his rage because he fears it, and doesn't know how to deal with it.

He's been ignoring it and pushing it down, and trying to forget it ever existed, but sooner or later it's all going to come to an explosive conclusion. Sometimes when he overworks himself in a fight you can see the energy pulsing in his chest.

Something else to consider is that I put an extreme amount of emphasis on the fact Raj was built with the overheat flaw, so that he would be easier to control. They knew that given his emotions he'd run hot naturally anyway, and that's why they chose this flaw - among a few others.

Raj's fiery elemental affinity isn't a mistake of nature either - it reflects his personality and is what he's drawn toward. For example, someone else might be drawn toward water or electricity, but you can choose what you want to practice if you're aware of it.

When Raj eventually unlocks the ability to use his powers, he's going to use them at first in a very utilitarian manner to vent the excess heat from his body in a direct way.

So for example if he's firing lasers from his palms, that's that much less heat his body is accumulating.

Because this whole time, it's not just his emotions that's causing him to overheat - it's also largely this very potent magical energy that wants to come out, which made the Forge's overheat flaw all too effective and they kinda gave themselves too much credit because 75% of the reason why he overheats is his untapped magic. This is because all the energy skipped a few generations and ended up in him (and his sister oops spoiler).

Typically magic is discovered around or shortly before puberty, but Raj is a late bloomer because that just Happens Sometimes + he's also a cyborg which can sometimes delay discovering magical talents.

To not make Raj too overpowered, me giving him magic is basically my answer to him not having any medium to long-ranged attacks and giving him a smidgen more mobility. Right now he can run fast, but ideally only in straight lines and short bursts. So with magic, this upgrade is like, just imagine some I/ron M/an-like energy beams out of his palms plus the ability to fly with his energy lol

#file | ooc #lore | Raj #// secret lore hour #// yeah yeah I realize show and not tell but sometimes you just gotta infodump

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imjustli · 2 years

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For the upcoming energy crisis in Europe, unusually cold winters, and travells to a cold and dark place, here's some tips for dealing with cold/dark winters:

(Disclaimer: I live in Sweden, which isn't super cold bc of the Gulf Stream and climate change, but it's pretty normal that temperatures go down to -15 or -20°C every year (yes I'm something of a southerner), which is a lot colder than in a lot of places)

1. Layers.

1.a) Layer your clothes. The clothes themselves aren't what keeps you warm, it's the air in between that does. Your body heats up the air in between the layers, and that air then warms you. (Basically, I might have gotten a few things wrong here)

1.b) Same goes for blankets. (If you use a weighted blanket, maybe don't, the layers will likely be heavy anyways, so it will have a similar effect.) Add another blanket if you have one, i use a thick-ish bedspread, your extra bed sheets or a coat would also work. Heck, if you really need to you can use a tablecloth.

2. Water is cold. Just like it's easily gets warm in warm weather, it easily gets cold in cold weather. Especially if it's below zero.

2.a) Don't sweat. You don't want to freeze, but absolutely don't get so warm you start sweating. It's better to be a little bit cold than a little bit warm, because if you're a little bit warm you'll be very cold soon. If you're exercising in the cold, make sure to have something you can change to before going home (if you're not by your house), and take a shower as quickly as possible when you get inside. Use wool or polyester with the same effect, to not have the sweat close to the body (especially when exercising, but also just in general).

2.b) Which moves us to the next thing: showers. Just make sure you get properly dry before putting on clothes. And if you go outside in less than zero degrees with wet hair, it might freeze.

2.c) I've seen a lot of people blow in their gloves or on their hands when they are cold, don't. Your breath has a bunch of water particles, and this means they will get a lot colder than they where before. Instead put them in your armpits. Preferably under your jacket. They won't smell or become wet because you shouldn't be sweaty, and you will only put them under the second layer, just in case.

3. How your body responds. Idk what to title this.

3.a) Your immune system is worse when you're cold. I don't know the exact science, but I think it was something about the body putting more energy into keeping your body temperature, and therefore having less to fight viruses and stuff. That's why the flu and the cold and stuff is such a February thing here. There is even slang used among parents with young children for the month that stems from how much they need to stay at home and take care of their sick kids this month.

3.b) On a similar note: every medical condition you have is gonna be worse. Asthma? Worse. Injury? Worse. Chronic illness? Worse. Not very flexible? Now you'll be less. I don't know if things actually heals slower or if it has any actual effect on us medically, so science tumblr are welcome to fill me in on that.

3.c) Your hands get drier. That might go back to being sick easier, and therfor you just kinda learn to wash your hands more in flu season. It was actually all right during the pandemic though, I think. That was definitely because people actually stayed home when sick, though.

4. General living space stuff. I lived in a badly heated house before, and had the coldest room, so here's just things I did to keep it warm, among other things i didn't do but probably works.

4.a) Cover the windows. I had a theory that the let most the heat out, and when I covered them I felt a difference. I don't know what is the best way, but I used the built-in (dark) ugly blinders, as well as my (white) good-looking curtains combined with my opened wardrobe door, in order to cover the whole window.

4.b) Turning on the light (even LED, but that might have been placebo) felt like it made a difference. And a PC or other technological thing that gets hot works. This is probably gonna show on your electricity bill, though.

4.c) If you cooked using the oven, leave it open afterwards (when you've turned it off). This will heat at least you kitchen. Don't close the oven until it's room temperature. This is also why I would suggest cooking mostly oven-meals, so you can do this a lot. (But remember that the door can still be hot even if it's been opened.)

4.d) Heaters that only require an electrical outlet, and can be moved around per your wish. I don't think this needs an explanation. Just be aware that if you're in a place that usually isn't cold, they might run out pretty quickly.

4.e) The things with windows probably works on walls to, if you live somewhere the walls are badly isolated.

5. Car stuff. You might be surprised by a lot of snow and icy roads, or your car could malfunction with help having a hard time getting to you.

5.a) No matter where you're going and what you plan to do there, always have warm clothes with you. You can leave them in the car while you're doing the thing, but always have them in case of emergency on the road.

5.b) Always keep a shovel in your car, whether it is for digging yourself out of a snow storm, making a temporary camp, or there just being a lot of snow on a small road you hadn't anticipated, you want to have it there. You probably won't have to use it if you're where I live, but it doesn't hurt adding it to your normal tool box (bc you should have one in the car in general).

5.c) First-aid-kit and tools. This is just a good thing in general, but I especially suggest adding an emergency blanket/space blanket and wool socks.

5.d) Winter tires. Idk how to translate it. If you google it, it probably shows up. Basically tires that are designed specifically for icy roads.

6. General clothes stuff. Beyond layers, there are other things that helps.

6.a) Wear wool and polyester with the same function. Cotton is bad. Cotton sucks up water (including sweat), and makes you cold. Wool and polyester (specifically the type of breathable technology used in sportswear and polyester-based thermal underwear. Most polyester will not do the trick) doesn't. Anything breathable (cotton is very much not) works. I'm not sure I can stress this enough. If you are wearing clothes of the right temperature, cotton is fine though. I think linen may be better, because I have a vague memory of someone saying it's pretty breathable, but if someone else can confirm that's great.

6.b) Sleep in socks. I don't think this really needs an explanation, but it's seriously what has made the biggest difference for me. Not adding more other clothes or blankets, but adding socks.

6.c) If the gloves have fingers, they are probably cold. Idk why but keeping your fingers together is much warmer than just warming them on their own. If you only have gloves with fingers, a good way to keep them warm is to close your fist inside of it (and keep the fingers empty). Idk if that made any sense, but I'm sure you'll figure it out.

7. Mental health. Your mental health will probably be more fragile, and you will definitely be more tired. These probably have to do with each other. (This is specifically for people that move to a country with much darkness in the winter.)

7.a) I think it was partially about the lack of vitamin D that comes with less sunlight (?). So if you don't eat meat (especially if you're vegan), try the pills with it. Vitamin D deficiency is a genuine problem here, so make sure you get everything you need.

7.b) You know how you weren't allowed to study with the lights off in the classroom when you were a child? Yeah, your teachers were right. Darkness makes you more tired, and you will likely spend most of the daylight hours indoors (whether it's for work or school). Take a lunch walk if you have time, even though it's cold.

8. You think the sun is warm? Wrong. It doesn't have nearly the energy to warm you up. Instead, the more clouds the warmer your day will be. This is because the clouds trap the heat, kinda similar to global warming, except normal and on a much smaller scale. Go for the longest walks when it's cloudy (if you can), unless you enjoy freezing your ass off. Like you will still freeze your ass off, but a little bit less -- just so we're clear. (Also idk if this is because it's cold or if it's because of distance to sun, which also makes it cold. If this didn't make any sense: I wonder if this depends on temperature (like there's that on magic temperature where the sun is suddenly colder) or if it's a geographical thing (like it's a certain location where the north/south pole is so far the sun stops having an effect))

#energy crisis #winter #europe

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riverofrainbows · 2 years

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Life tipps:

Smell food when you first open it. That way you know what it's supposed to smell like when you try to figure out if it's gone bad

It's ok for opened food to smell slightly different after some time, but sour or muffy or rancid smells are not good

If you take any medication or have any kind of health condition (yes even just 'small stuff') read the medication interaction part and then illness interaction part of any meds you take. Yes even over the counter ones and supplements you get at the drug store. Also read how you're supposed to take it (f.ex. to avoid interactions with food). This is to be sure, and because a lot of doctors neglect to properly inform patients, plus it's not their main area of expertise

Put a blanket (like a fleece blanket, a quilt, your summer blanket) on your mattress if you're always cold at night and more blankets on top don't seem to fix it. You can put it under your fitted sheet so it stays put and doesn't need washing as often as your fitted sheet would

If you feel super energetic for a bit after a meal with gluten, and then have a drop where you almost feel drowsy and just don't want to move, you might have gluten intolerance (≠ celiacs)

If you read a book, and they keep on repeating their premise and recapping every single chapter, and the whole thing could frankly just be an article? They're trying to manipulate you, it's probably a scam (repetition makes things seem more plausible and stick to the brain)

If someone tells you that you shouldn't eat anything you can't pronounce, they are trying to sell you their agenda (probably "clean eating"). Running when you see a chemical term means you'll never eat a vitamin again. Same goes for calling regular average food items 'poison'

38% of participants confirmed that the easiest way to spread misinformation is by inventing some numbers (i pulled that statistic out of my ass)

You can use less water for pasta cooking than italians on instagram reels tell you, i promise. Also you can use way less fat by turning down the heat and stirring more often (a teaspoon can be enough for one portion of whatever). This isn't to say you shouldn't use fat, do use it it's delicious, but i sometimes have an upset stomach where this trick comes in handy.

If you don't want to shower but are smelly/want to freshen up, use a washcloth to wipe your armpits and downstairs, going: water, soap on the washcloth, rinse it out, water. I often don't have the energy for showering. You can even wipe down your whole body like that if you feel like it (you do need to clean your whole body every couple weeks or so if you don't get it particularly dirty)

Shower without washing your hair if you have longer hair by putting it up with a clip/a shower bonnet etc. Also you are allowed to sit down in the shower, on a stool or the floor, it's fine.

If you don't want to do something (get water/food, go to the toilet, brush your teeth, etc) without your current phone activity, just take it with you

If you find yourself stuck in executive dysfunction, find out the barrier. It might be very small. It might be being unsure about one step of the process. It might be having to decide something and you haven't made the decision yet. It might be one part of the process is unpleasant sensory wise. Try to find out what it is and work around the barrier

If you hate doing dishes because the dirty dishes are gross to touch: get a dish brush on a long handle. Do them without making 'dirty dish soup' but instead by occasionally running the water when you need it in the process. Get a reusable glove. Get tongs to touch them idk. It's alright to do them differently than you were taught by people who have other priorities

Don't follow invisible rules when they make things harder for you. "But i have to cook while standing" no actually you don't, get a barstool and sit. Put your dirty clothes hamper wherever you get undressed, not in the bathroom or wherever it's 'supposed' to go. Be free, even if it "looks weird"

Do your cringy hobbies, even if you do them in secret. Don't let society control what you do in private holy shit, i learned that the hard way. Cringe is dead, draw that gay fanart. Wear cat ears. Name every one of your house plants or rocks. Sleep in your voltron/supernatural/one direction bed sheets. Get the childrens book about dinosaurs (i have one on my wishlist for my birthday)

If you get a stain on your clothes, especially if you can't change, you can try to get it out by taking a wet cloth and instead of wiping, pressing down and then lifting it up in small strokes. It helps to hold against it from the underside of the fabric

Here is an image of those dish brushes:

#own post #tw food #tw eating mention #executive dysfunction #tw disordered eating #(for the calling food poison bullet point)

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"Why are they just standing in the middle of the lake like that?" you ask softly. You look up into the sky. There's nothing above them but the sun, no clouds or creatures or anything. "Are they staring at the sun?"

"Seems that way," Tricky whispers back, "I don't think I can hit them with a knife from here. We need to go to them, or get them to come to us, and I don't know about you, but I can't walk on water."

You nod, scanning the area. The wreckage of the shoreline buildings could provide some cover. "I could try a beacon to lure them out here, and then we jump em. I'll see if I can't figure out a way to turn this thing into rope, we'll tie one up, and then it's two against two, an even match."

"Sounds as good a plan as anything!" Tricky gives you a hearty nod, and the two of you hunker behind the nearest building to the shore.

You pull the cloak off and look it over. You try to imagine what a rope made of this material would look like. "Uh... Shello, if I rip this up, can you mend it into a rope?"

Your phone beeps cheerfully, "I'll do my best!" You take a deep breath, and begin to tear the fabric to shreds. Shello channels magic through your finger tips, casting the MEND spell, and you begin to reform the cloak into a rope.

[1d10 = 1] At least, that's what you try to do. The spell seems to wash off the fabric like it's oil and water. Some fibers stick together for just a moment, only to immediately fall apart. You now have several useless scraps of red cloth, too frayed and damaged to be of any use, and only four charges of magic in Shello. [Your cloak gains the SPELLPROOF tag] [Your cloak will repair itself over time, but is currently unusable as is]

"Well... rope isn't going to be an option unfortunately," you sigh as you gather up the scraps of your cloak and pocket them, "But we still have a chance to get the jump on them!"

You channel slime magic through Shello, burning a little bit of your tail up as you draw the sign for BEACON. [1d10 = 8] A circle forms on the ground, filled with intricate lines crisscrossing, converging in the center, where they become to dense and bright to look at, and with a harsh crack, a searing beam of blue light rockets upwards, stretching infinitely into the heavens. You feel a serene sort of cosmic warmth coming from the light, but you don't have long to ponder this.

All three of the wild void snap their heads to look at it, following the beam with their eyes from the sky to the shore.

They begin to sprint to the shore, their feet barely disturbing the surface of the water as they approach. You and Tricky ready your weapons as they draw closer and closer.

[2d10 = 6,9] nice "NOW!" The moment they reach the beacon, the two of you swing out your weapons, catching them mid sprint. Godrender catches one in the chest, digging halfway into them before sending them rolling some distance back. They let out a distorted sort of cry as they tumble back into the water, an ichorous dark fluid dripping out of them and spreading around them in the lake as they stumble back to their feet.

Tricky lunges forward with their rapier and deftly pierces one of the other voidkin in the chest. It lurches to a halt, stopped by Tricky's sword, and with a grunt, Tricky yanks the sword through the side of them, spilling more of the dark fluid onto the earth and water.

The third voidkin reaches out to claw at you, swiping through the beacon. [1d10 = 7] They move directly into the beam of light, and shriek horribly as their body crackles and burns from the energy. They reach out blindly and manage to sink their claws into you, gouging out a decent chunk of slime flesh.

The pain ripples through your body, the wounds feel like they're burning, but your core is still intact. The sun is beating down on you, and you feel a little woozy in the heat, but you're still standing, and Godrender isn't too heavy to lift just yet. If anything, they seem lighter in your hand.

"YES -- YES -- A TASTE OF BLOOD," they yell as void fluid drips down their edge, "DELICIOUS -- FURIOUS -- POWERFUL."

#slimequest #intermission 1

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panergy888 · 2 years

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5 mistakes you might be making with your electric fan - ipanergy

Summer weather is wonderful when you're on holiday, or enjoying a cool drink in a pub garden. But it's a different story if you're stuck in a warm, stuffy home.

A good electric fan can work wonders by wicking heat and sweat away from your body. To get the most out of it, though, you should be strategic about how and when you use it.

Here are our top five tips for making sure you're using your electric fan properly.

1. Not thinking about where you're placing your fan

You might not have thought of placing your fan next to a window to draw in colder air from the outside. Or of using two electric fans to create a crosswind. But both of these can be sensible things to do, so long as you get it right.

If the air is cooler outside than inside – usually in the evenings – you can place your fan next to an open window, facing into the room, and it will draw cool air into your home.

If you have another window open at the same time, a fan facing that window will push the hot air out.

This isn't worth doing if it's hotter outside than in, though, as you'll be drawing hot air into your home.

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2. Pre-cooling your room ready for sleep, or running your fan overnight

Running your electric fan in your bedroom to pre-cool your room before bedtime might seem like a good idea, but you're actually just wasting energy. Fans don't cool a room: they move air around, which helps cool your body. If you're not in the room, there's no benefit to leaving the fan on.

Don't leave your fan on while you sleep either. Safety organisation Electrical Safety First says that you shouldn't leave your fan running overnight or while you're out (and, as we said before, leaving your fan on when you're not at home is pointless).

Some people also find that running a fan in their bedroom overnight dries their skin, mouth and nasal passages, and that the noise keeps them awake anyway.

If necessary, choose one with a timer, and set it to turn off after a short period of time.

Other ways to get a better night's sleep in a heatwave include:

avoiding exercise in the few hours before bed, as exercise will increase your body temperature

having a cool or lukewarm shower before bed

avoiding hot, heavy, spicy meals before bed

wearing lightweight pyjamas or a nightdress, made from natural fibres

using lightweight, cotton sheets. Leave your feet out, if you can, as you'll lose heat more quickly through your extremities

going to bed and getting up at the same time each day so that your body gets into a pattern. Take only a short nap (and in the early, rather than late, afternoon) if you feel sluggish after lunch and need a siesta.

Find out more about sleeping better, including the pros and cons of tracking your sleep with a fitness tracker.

3. Forgetting to clean before setting your fan up for summer

It's wise to dust and vacuum before you set up your fan for summer.

As a fan circulates air around a room, any dust or pollen that's in the air will be circulated too: not what you want if you suffer from allergies.

Like any other object, fans can gather dust when not in use: the built-up dust will be circulated round the room when you switch the fan on.

If you're using your fan for the first time in a while, give it a quick clean. Instructions will vary from manufacturer to manufacturer (you may need to unscrew the back of the fan to access the blades), but will normally involve using a soft dry cloth to wipe the blades.

Make sure you don't accidentally bend the blades or get liquid in the motor.

You can help lessen your workload by storing your fan in its box or bag to protect it from dust in autumn and winter.

Some fans can't be opened up for cleaning, which isn't ideal for allergy sufferers. All our Best Buy electric fans can be cleaned without too much effort.

4. Not putting ice or cold water in front of your fan

Some Which? members have told us that they put a bucket of ice or cold water in front of their fan. If you're not doing this, you're missing a trick, as the fan will push air over the ice, cooling the air as it passes over it.

You're basically getting your fan to work a bit like an air conditioner, where ice absorbs heat from the air. This won't be as effective as using an air conditioner, but it's both cheaper and friendlier to the environment than buying one.

5. Choosing the wrong type of fan

There are two main types of fan: desk fan and tower or pedestal fans. We test both types (but not ceiling fans, as they're a rare sight in UK homes).

Desk fans are designed to be placed on a desk or table. A desk fan will cool you down if you're right next to it, but it won't create a strong breeze - otherwise it would be blowing all your papers about.

A few fans can extend into a pedestal fan or collapse into a desk fan, although not many.

Make sure you buy the right type of fan for your living situation.

If there are two of you working from home at separate desks in the same room, for example, you may well need two desk fans, or a tower or a pedestal fan. No one wants to spend the summer fighting over who gets the desk fan.

Fans aren't the only electrical appliance you need to think about. Fridge freezers have a tendency to break down in hot weather. If that happens to you, we'll help you choose the best for your budget: see our fridge freezer reviews.

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nsfw alphabet, b.b

A/N: so sorry it took so long! hope you enjoy! sebastians & nomad!steve should be out sometime this week(end)!

reblogs/likes/feedback are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged

However, do NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics on my blog!

Warnings: 18+, language, smutty thoughts, sorry for any missed typos!

chris evans nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

bucky takes aftercare so seriously! he makes sure that you have everything that you need and you're taken care of first. showering you in praises, holding you close, getting you water or snacks- he is at your beck and call.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part on themselves and on their partner)

thighs. thighs. thighs. He loves laying between them with his head resting on your stomach. His fingers tracing patterns on your skin- peppering kisses on the inside. bucky's arms are hooked around them while he is giving you head, rubbing small circles on the outside.

bucky has grown to love his vibranium arm, because of how much you love it. he has changed arm usage from a weapon to a useful tool in every situation. being able to cool it and playing with temperatures, pinning you down- making sure you go nowhere- or even being able to cause it to vibrate.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

he loves to paint with his cum. as much as he LOVES to cum inside you and make you hold it- there is something so pretty with his cum plastered on your back or on your tummy. "you look so pretty with my cum on your thighs," bucky is especially fond of watching it drip down your breasts or leak down your thighs. bucky just stares in awe of how it glistens against your skin.

D = Dirty Secret (What do they secretly want)

he wants you to praise him. bucky lives off of praise and when you whimper how good he's making you feel or how he's such a good boy? it throws him over the edge, encouraging him to go faster and harder. he'll never ask for them, but when you start hyping him up, fuck he enters a state of nirvana.

E = Experience (Do they know what they are doing?)

1940's bucky as we all know was very experienced but after eighty years of nothing? he needs a little help regaining his confidence, but man will he practice and have no problems asking for help. he'd be a little embarrassed of cumming early or not being able to satisfy like he used too, but bucky watches porn and experiments like no tomorrow, catching up on all the new toys/techniques/positions etc.

F = Favorite Position (Self-explanatory)

bucky's favorite position would be cowgirl or where you're laying on your side, so he could hold you. cowgirl because he gets the perfect view of your body and everything about it.

with an honorable mention of missionary- but missionary with your legs in the air spread for all can see. if he's feeling a little spicy, he'll press on your lower abdomen, adding extra pressure.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during sex or goofy

BOTH. There is a time and a place for serious, rough, passionate sex (and boy does he enjoy that), but for the most part, Bucky wants you to feel good and he wants to learn- which means there will be some mishaps and failed moments, but he loves those moments just the same.

H = Hair (Are they well-groomed?)

he is well kept and clean. bucky isn't hairless, but he does make sure that everything is trimmed up and clean.

J = Jack Off (Do they masturbate?)

bucky only does when you're away or he's gone for a mission. when you're home, he has no problem telling you he's in the mood. when he does masturbate, it is to your pictures/videos you've sent or through facetime/phone calls. he doesn't watch porn unless that is the only option or he is looking for new things to try with you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

oh boy does he have loads of kinks! bucky loves praise (receiving or giving)! during the more passionate and rough sessions, he is into degrading (but not too crazy) innocence kink. if you have met after his second sexual awakening? god, how he loves to ruin you. he loves the idea that he gets to teach you and that you're at his mercy. ice play/warming (idk what the word is) he loves when you call him sarg does this man have a filthy sarcastic mouth. dirty remarks of comments that leave his mouth- god, it's enough to you off in seconds.

L = Location (Favorite place to do it)

he is a traditional man at heart, so he loves the bedroom. bucky gets to be as loud as chooses and go as long as he wants without the fear of someone walking in or interrupting.

M = Motivation (What turns them on or gets them going?)

leggings. jeans. short shorts- anything that enhances your thighs or when you shoot back firey/witty comments matching his energy. The more traditional turn on's as well, suggestive comments, touching his chest letting it fall to his belt, lingering kisses on his lips and neck. "it's like you're begging me to fuck you silly,"

N = No (Something they will not do. Turnoffs.)

nothing with bodily fluids (other than saliva or cum) & i don't think he'd be fond of being too open in public- he's a private guy, but he doesn't mind the simple pda and light touches.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc.)

okay let me tell you- bucky loves getting head. your lips make him cum faster than anything else. "open wide, darling" he loves the ability to do it virtually anywhere (privately of course) and the quick clean up-but he mostly loves watching you take his length completely, hitting the back of your throat. "fuck, such a good girl taking all of me," hearing you moan into him and gag makes him go FERAL. bucky isn't a head pusher, but he does grip your hair.

bucky does love going down on you too. his cock throbs at the sight of your legs shaking and squirming. the sounds you make encourage him more, but he doesn't stop when you cum- he licks up every last drop of you. "im not stopping, so i'd stop moving if i were you," he'll occasionally pop his head up to make sure that he's doing everything right and you're enjoying yourself- the last thing he wants is for you to fake it (which only happened when he first re-entered the dating world)

P = Pace (Are they fast or rough? Or slow and sensual?)

there is a time and place for everything. bucky loves sensual sex because he feels the most connected to you and he has been without physical/emotional connection for so long that it's become a must. it is also where he feels the most control and the best, when he can be 100% vulnerable- something never thought he could do.

fast and rough is for those needy moments where he can't get his hands off of you- complete feral mode. when you've been teasing him relentlessly and he needs to remind you who's in charge. those nights are when the kinkiest of kinks come to play.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than regular sex)

quickies are reserved for dinner parties, group outings, etc. where you look too good and he can't keep his hands off of you. "i wanna see if you taste as good as you look". quickies usually consist of fast rough sex that leaves bruises or marks. they also mainly consist of giving/receiving head.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

oh does he! he has almost ninety years of sex trends/toys/etc to catch up on. it will be the middle of the night and you'd be fast asleep only to be woken up by him shaking your arm and going "baby, we have to try this!"

bucky isn't a risk-taker in the sense of public and potentially getting caught, he is a risk-taker in the sense that he is willing to try anything once.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

bub is a super-soldier. his stamina outlasts yours by HOURS. you'd be panting and lying sideways and bucky would be ready for the next round and you'd have to tap out. he would chuckle and hold you, teasing you about how you can't last. "can't handle this cock? i thought you said you could go all night?"

T = Toys (Do they own or use toys on themselves or partners?)

bucky has a whole drawer dedicated to the greatest quality toys. "only the best for you, dollface." he loves seeing how far he can push you with the vibrators. tying the vibrator to your clit and watching you be sent over the moon. bucky wouldn't be too crazy about using toys on himself, but he isn't opposed to being handcuffed (or pegged)

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

BIGGEST TEASE in the galaxy. Touching you, grazing your heat, kissing your neck, rubbing the inside of your thigh, (stuffing a vibrator inside you while you're on the phone), or whispering dirty things in your ear- but God forbid if you tease him back. there will be hell to pay if you try teasing him back. "you better rethink your next move, darling," "i think you forgot who's allowed to tease who."

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

bucky is pretty quiet, with the exceptions of grunts and whimpers. His mouth is filthy and he dirty talks like there is no tomorrow! he is also a cocky little shit and sarcastic- which doesn't stop in the bedroom. "your cunt feel so good around me," "open your eyes, i want you to watch as i ruin you" "look at you, you're soaked for me"

W = Wildcard (Random headcanon for your character)

cockwarming. babe lives for cockwarming. early morning lazy sex, but too lazy to pull out of you. you'd be laying on your side with your leg over his, with his cock buried inside of you. "no, honey, just stay" he would mumble with his head resting in the cook of your neck, placing small kisses on your neck, but falling back asleep.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

baby, that serum did wonders. bucky is packing that seven to eighter. his cock would poke through your tummy and he won't stop talking about it for weeks.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

HIGH. VERY HIGH. he is ready whenever and wherever the time calls.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

bucky's stamina is so high that he probably is starving. he would perform aftercare for you, but once you'd have cared for- he is standing naked in the kitchen making a sandwich.

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