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sacrificialblood · 2 years

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*clears throat*

okay, so, might I suggest...

either "a quick kiss on the forehead when tending to your lover's wounds, grateful they're home safe and back in your arms" with Bo oooor "trailing kisses from your lover's forehead to their lips (or vice versa)" with Vincent (or Tommy?) ❤️

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why not all three? vincent and bo under the cut!

THOMAS HEWITT

He’s nervous. Can hardly hide it too. His fingers twitch over his thighs and on a few occasions stopped to grip the meat of his thighs until his knuckles turned white and when he can no longer deal with the pain or the stiffness in his knuckles, he releases himself and continues his twitching. You try to grab his wrists but you don't get very far. He leans away from you.

You huff, a mixture of exasperation and dejection. You don’t know exactly what’s happened to set him off like this but ever since he walked into the kitchen and sat down at the rickety table, he hasn’t so much as acknowledged you.

“Please, Tommy, what’s going on?” you kneel in front of him and take his hands in yours. “You’re scaring me.”

He snaps his head up and looks at you, his hands immediately searching for your. No he doesn’t like that very much. You’re the one person that isn’t supposed to be scared of him. It’s manipulative to pull that card and you don’t want to be another person in his life that uses him and his insecurities to their advantage but you need him to snap back to it.

“What’s wrong?”

He’s careful in his finger spelling, just one word. N-O-S-E.

“Oh, honey, let me see.”

You reach around the back of his head slowly to undo the laces on his mask. He doesn’t put up an resistance. The knot is difficult to untie but you manage well enough.

The dried blood is the first thing you see. His face is covered in it, his cheeks are streaked in it like he dragged his fingers over the flesh, but the most concentrated area is right around his nose and over his top lip. The area surrounding is red and aggravated. The flesh around the hole is mess, the edges of it is cut to hell with ragged edges and the sharp point of the nasal bone. He did it himself. You knew that his nose was finally being effected by the disease, but you’d both hoped that since he was older, it would move slower through him.

“My sweet boy,” you cradle his cheeks in your hands.

He closes his eyes.

You’re not sure if it was his own compulsion driving him to cut away the rotting flesh or if someone said something to him, but you can only imagine how much it would have hurt for him to take the butcher’s knife through flesh, cut through his own cartilage and bone.

He doesn’t react much beyond shrinking in on himself and whining lowly when you pull away from him. You grab the cleanest rag you can find and wet it. Thomas is still on the chair, arms wrapped around himself and his chin tucked against his chest.

You sit on his thigh and wrap one arm around his shoulders, “This might sting.”

He doesn’t look directly at you and you’re glad for that. You have to be strong and if he were to look at you right now, you’re sure you would break down into tears. Seeing the man you love hurt himself, even if it’s to rid himself of a long sentence of suffering still hurts you. You’re gentle with him, as gentle as you can be with the dried blood setting into his skin. When you can finally see his skin, pale from the lack of sun you kiss him.

The rag falls from your hand and tangles itself into his sweaty, knotted mop of hair. The position is uncomfortable, you’re twisted up in his lap, but you don’t dare move, not when his arms finally snake around you.

You’re careful around his nose. You press your lips to both sides of his whole where his nose was, avoiding the delicate and inflamed flesh as best you can. You can feel his eyelashes flutter against you as he closes his eyes and hums. You kiss between his brows, your thumbs following to smooth out the stressed brow, easing away any wrinkles, and you finish your exploration over his forehead. You hold still there for a moment, breathing him in and letting his hands commit to an exploration of their own.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

He doesn’t care much for your choice in music but he surrenders the radio to you every once in a while. If only so he can see you smile. Right now, he’s rejecting handing it over. He likes to work to music that soothes him not drives him into a state of anxiety.

It’s rock music, not as heavy as the stuff Bo listens to, but the discordant instruments and angry yelling still make his ears ring the same. He sure your not working on anything, only asked to choose the music because you wanted to, but he can’t work like this.

He reaches over his desk and turns the dial to the familiar station. His fingers hover over the dial as he waits for an indignant cry from you to turn your music back on. Nothing.

He looks over his shoulder.

You’re not even here.

He huffs and turns the volume down and gets back to work. You must’ve ditched him after you finished your own project. Just as well, now he can finally make progress on his.

“Hey! What happened to my music?”

He flinches and turns to look at you at the bottom of the steps.

“Thought you weren’t coming back,” he signs.

“I was grabbing lunch for us,” you put down the plates on his desk and reach for the dial. “Didn’t we decide it was my day to choose the music?”

“Not we, you.”

You hum. The rock station is back on and it’s already grating his ears. You smile down at him and lift his head up by your index finger under his chin. He can’t feel the trail of kisses you leave from the forehead of his mask to the nose to the fixed lips but he closes his eye anyway, luxuriating in the brief attention you pay to him before taking up on of the plates and moving to your small work space.

Vincent can put up with your music if that’s how you thank him.

BO SINCLAIR

"You’re lucky. This coulda been a helluva lot worse.”

He unties the strip of fabric from around your left bicep and gently peels it away from the wound. You gasp and clench your fists at the pain of it. Bo looks at you, mouth pulled down into a stern frown, and you don’t need him to say it — this is hardly the worst part of it. No, the worst part of it won’t even be the sting of alcohol that he’ll disinfect it with or the knife cutting you up, the worst part was seeing Bo’s face contort into a flurry of wild emotions.

The cut isn’t as bad as he made it out to be while you were standing over the body of the woman that cut you. You could laugh at how dramatic he is but that would only result in a lecture. You let him work in peace. There’s no objections from you, no audibly signs of your pain only the occasional twitch of your hand.

You watch him, every piece of him you can. You drift constantly from his face to his hands to his feet tapping impatiently. He can’t wait to get out of here. He doesn’t like doing clean up.

Bo is full of surprises though.

In the middle of wrapping your arm in gauze, he shifts forward, free hand going to the back of your neck, and presses a kiss to your forehead. You can’t help your giggle. His nose is smashed against your hairline and his shuddering breath tickles. His grip isn’t unkind, he just doesn’t know how to be gentle. He’s not much on affection like this, more of an action type man, but you appreciate the show of it, as awkward as it is.

He pulls away as quick as he can. He fixes himself a straight face and gets back to his work. The only hint anything had happened are his red cheeks.

“Love you too, Bo.”

#thomas hewitt x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt x you #vincent sinclair x you #bo sinclair x you #thomas hewitt x y/n #vincent sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x y/n #leatherface x reader #leatherface x you #leatherface x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #my writing #req tag

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lycanlovingvampyre · 1 year

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MAG 164 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: cutting the Kolkwitzia amabilis in my garden

Oh yeah, how about that, TMA is a funny little horror podcast which has been written during totally normal times, but then it coincidentally releases its apocalypse season at the start of a pandemic and one of its earliest episodes it called "The Sick Village"... Great comedy!

Love the ducks!

The first time around I had a bit of trouble following this statement. I missed a lot of the deeper meaning. The second time I caught a looot more of the underlying theme of a corrupt society and I now like it very very much!

"They brought it here, they whisper to each other in the unnamed pub, hunched and bloated over their pale and stinking beers, lifting their masks to take a mouthful, puce faces and frightened sneers exposed for just a moment." Yeah.. Xenophobia is very common on the countryside...

"And people do still come to the village, for however thick the paranoia, however terrible the disease, there are worse things beyond. They are stopped, of course. Beaten and stripped and checked head to toe for any sign of infection. The village council sees to that. Most are uncontaminated, though that does little to save them, while others are already laced right through with fungus of their own. A few are spared brutality, and treated with such cordial politeness you must have thought their inquisitors old friends. Though there seems on the surface no rhyme to such decisions, were you to look below their coats, you might see the patterns of their mold were matched." I love how this is a Corruption domain, in its easiest form the fear of disease. But also corruption of heart and mind.

"Foremost in their denials are the village council, those loud and hardy souls who have taken it upon themselves to police this place, to safeguard their traditions and denounce the infection that is the right and proper punishment of those who would allow the village borders to be breached, and their ancient way of life to be compromised." Oh boy, oh boy...

"Head of the council is Jillian Smith. Her father’s father’s father’s father’s father built the maypole, carved from a jackalberry tree and painted in the colors of the village. This place is her home and her right and her duty, and woe to any fungus-riddled outsider who might believe it otherwise." That is quite the statement, isn't it?

"By night, she sits in the quiet darkness of her perfect cottage, peeling herself with a straight razor, layer by layer, desperate to reach the pure flesh she is so sure must still be in there, somewhere." Aint that something...

"What Mrs Kim is, is scared. Scared of her neighbors, scared of her friends, scared of the moment when someone will smell the spreading patch of darkness on her back, and decide she is infected, or remember she has only been in the village since her grandfather’s day, and judge her to be an outsider." If they want to get rid of you, they'll find a way...

"As the flames consume the last of Mrs Kim in thick and acrid smoke, the mold reaches the bones of Jillian Smith, and she blooms. In a moment she is swollen, bloated, bursting into a cloud of violet spores that envelop the green and those who dwell there, embracing them in a rot that long since seeped into the soil of this blighted land." Ahhh, and I like the aesthetics of this part! Also, all of these above have been my favorite parts of the statement!

JON: "We’re not infected, Martin" Yeah, that's exactly what THEY would say! (Understandable, Martin has not seen enough of the Eyepocalypse yet to register they’re pretty much safe out there)

JON: "I don’t – Ask me a question! One I can’t possibly know already." MARTIN: "O-kay… (step) What’s my middle name?" [THE ARCHIVIST HMS. HIS STATIC BEGINS TO RISE.] JON: "(!) Y– You don’t have one!” MARTIN: (impressed) "Whoa." JON: "You – I actually believed you!" [THE STATIC STARTS TO FADE.] MARTIN: (overlapping) "Oh – S-Sorry; sorry, I just, I just wanted to try it out-" JON: (overlapping) “That’s ridiculous,” I thought, “That’s not a real name, but he wouldn’t lie to me.” MARTIN: (caught red-handed) "Okay – okay, okay, okay." Martin and his many lies xD And yet again Martin’s middle name is something we never learn what it actually was! (My favorite K middle names are Kettle, Knife and Potassium.)

JON: "Oh, Daisy, I’m sorry." Yeah same T________T

JON: "I’m – I’m not – sure. I can’t really see Melanie, or, or Georgie." I think this was only the moment it clicked and I thought "ooohhh, those things about not being able to feel fear and divorcing the Eye were actually relevant for a greater something!!"

JON: "But I can feel him in there." MARTIN: "Hm. That sounds… gross." JON: "It is." And it only makes me hate Elias even more!

MARTIN: "Are we safe, traveling like this?" JON: "Yes. (brief pause) Yes, sort of, we’re – (exhale) I don’t know how to phrase it, we’re – something between a pilgrim and a moth." Reaaaaally pushing the moth aesthetic in this season? But also, that does mean Jon feels drawn to the panopticon, right? Like a moth to the flame... (How fitting, since it will be the place he dies/status unknown)

MARTIN: "Oh! Um, uh, who was – um, uh – phone!" OMG, it took me sooo long to get that! At first I thought it was just a well acted way of not knowing the right words in that moment, because the brain worked faster than the mouth... Actually, do we know if this was deliberate or just an accident?

Post-apocalyptic Google! I love Jon's S5 nicknames!

JON: "Whoa. Um. I-If the fears are removed, y,yes, but they c-can’t be destroyed while there are still people to fear them, th-then they can’t be banished back to the space where they came from; it,it’s not – there anymore, I, – Oh, uh –" Ah yes, this is already exactly describing what to do about the Fears. Remove them, push them somewhere else. Also that they will die when all their food has died. Also Jon's "Oh, uh -" at the end sounds so much like he's about to black-out. Followed by a fluffy JonMartin moment^^

HELEN: "Oh! I thought you’d know everything by this point." JON: "Yes, I suppose I do." Ohh, the way both these lines are delivered, so good xD That mockery/amusement.

HELEN: "Don’t mistake complication for falsehood, dear Archivist. And remember, that knowledge is not the same thing as understanding!" Twisting Deceit is such a good name for the Spiral/Distortion. Cause you never know if Helen says something that is true or if she is just bending the facts a bit.

HELEN: "To say hello! And check up on the happy couple." [SHE LAUGHS AGAIN.] HELEN: "I always knew you crazy kids would make it work." [THE ARCHIVIST SIGHS AS SHE SPEAKS.] MARTIN: "Thanks." JON: "Martin." I can understand why Martin acts so friendly towards Helen. He has only known Michael as hostile. Being trapped in its corridors for two weeks probably didn't leave the best impression, but Helen is very much not Michael. If Martin ever interacted with her, it was during Jon's coma and Helen was very much playing that part of the friendly door-wife who is helping them. Jon has seen a lot more of the Distortion and has seen, how sadistic Helen was at the end and what Helen is willing to do if things could be in danger to not go her way.

HELEN: "Much as I am delighted by this brave new world in which we find ourselves, I can take no credit for it. This was all – you!" Oh fuck you, Helen!

JON: "You could have – (inhale, reigning in) You knew what was happening." HELEN: "I suspected. But all I really did was refuse to help! And that is hardly a unique quality." [ANOTHER SIGH FROM THE ARCHIVIST AT HER WORDS.] HELEN: "If that makes it my fault, then surely this is Georgie’s fault as well, and Melanie’s –" There's a difference in people, who know what's going on, not helping and people, who don't know what's going on, not helping. There is also the factor of the nature of these people's relationship and the potential need of self-protection.

MARTIN: "So, no shortcuts then. (sigh) Understood. (to John) I’m not leaving you on your own." HELEN: "Oh! Such devotion. (to Jon) You really don’t deserve it. But of course – you know that already!" [SHE LAUGHS.] Oh FUCK YOU, Helen! (A lot of her lines took a bit of time to actually seep into me and notice how hurtful they are. But I was also in binge-mode, so processing took some time...)

HELEN: "Just taking a moment to look. You two are just such an adorable couple –" JON: "Enough." [HELEN OPENS HER DOOR.] HELEN: "See you soon!" [WE HEAR HER FOOTSTEPS AS SHE WALKS INTO HER CORRIDORS. THE DOOR SWINGS SHUT BEHIND HER. THE ARCHIVIST SIGHS YET AGAIN.] MARTIN: (a bit sing-song) "Maybe she’s right!" JON: "I am not, nor have I ever been, 'adorable.'" MARTIN: (pfft) "Okay, not true. But I actually meant the whole – being friends thing?" Comedic relief and fluff is just so essential for this season, otherwise it would be a bit too dark to bear it sometimes.

@a-mag-a-day

#a-mag-a-day #mag 164 #tma #tma spoilers

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fic-pickyourpoison · 1 year

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Somewhere sometime I hope Lami Law and Cora-San are having a fluffy moment

At some where, some time —

The fire 🔥 crackles in the center of the clearing. The light of it casts dancing shadows along the snowbanks that crowd them in. The long, looming lines of the tree trunks that sway are a tad too reminiscent of his brother for comfort. Paranoia scratches at the back of his mind—convincing him that he has been seen, been found, been exposed.

Even now, hundreds of kilometers away, the Donquixote haunt him.

Doflamingo's shadow is always lingering over him, in the corners of his eyes. He's long since accepted this. He's not sure if he could ever comfortably continue through life without it. It is a reminder—it is his purpose. May the shadow continue to cling to him, so that he may one day extinguish it from the rest of the world.

No one can do it but him.

A loud, single snore distracts Rosinante from his thoughts.

A small, twig-like hand reaches over to grasp at the black feathers of his coat. A hat tumbles to the ground. On the other side of him, the girl inches closer to the heat of the fire and it is with mild desperation that Rosinante scrambles to catch her before her tiny body is set ablaze.

He waits several moments, sitting still with his fingers clutching at her coat. He counts. He waits. Finally, his body relaxes and accepts that the danger has passed.

( for now. )

Rosinante wonders how it has come to this—how such lively and independent and cruel and hostile children could be so soft and serene when asleep, inching closer and closer to any shred of warmth without even being aware of it. One might even second guess their true nature, seeing them like this. The rotting of their bodies leaves their lead-filled forms looking deceivingly harmless.

He understands their circumstances, of course. He can empathize with the children in every way possible. In every way that he hesitates to reveal.

Despite the disease that laces through their blood and bone, there is inexplicably strength.

A strength of mind that Rosinante has seen in very few. It is a strength that he can only relate to those who wield the name D.— for how else is he to describe the bright grit that these children wield? How else is he to describe the way they face the future with a single focus and the impossible, colossal ambition to tear away at the world that had taken so much from them?

His fingers card through the chalk-white of Lami's hair. He gently ushers Law's form so that he is tucked beneath his feathered cloak.

In the quiet moments, there is almost something... soft.

He wonders, he wonders—is this warmth that takes his chest the very same that convinced Sengoku to take him in?

It's almost a pitiful thought.

For over a decade, he has pondered whether or not he deserved the hand that had saved him. If he deserves the inexplicable warmth that Sengoku had chosen to extend to him. If maybe, just maybe, it was Doflamingo's strings and cruelty that the younger Donquixote deserves for Rosinante's inaction.

Rosinante smiles down at the chil— teenagers that rest against his side. He thinks he understands, now.

It... never was about worth, was it?

#disclaimer: don't consider this canon lol #drabbles #a quick quick drabble written at work #pls disregard any mistakes orz

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stowawayy · 2 years

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Realms

small descriptions of all the notable realms in my AU!!

Anchordeep - Realm of Kallamar

Incredibly polluted, there's a constant rotting miasma lacing the air. The few shorelines and islands are covered in sand lice, and foamy algal blooms from where the water meets the land. The air here is salty enough to irritate the skin.

The ocean itself feels almost viscous at the surface, similar to mucous. It's absolutely festering with diseases and parasites of all kinds. Trash floats all throughout the realm, some of which is used by Anchordeeps inhabitants for weapons and other tools.

Anura - Realm of Heket

A humid, damp swamp with fog much too thick to see clearly through. Birch, willow, and mangrove trees thrive here; all well as mushrooms of all sorts.

The few bits of land are so soggy, they almost feel as if they'd give under too much weight. The entire place is pocked with puddles and other sources of still water, which are absolutely infested with biting gnats and mosquitos.

Many things look edible here, but absolutely none are, and attempting to consume anything from this realm would likely kill you.

Aves - Realm of the late Cardinal, Verrier

An elevated alpine plateau. Dry and arid, with various species of mountain cacti scattering the ground. Dust & Snowstorms are incredibly common, though it’s basically impossible to tell which will be next.

Low in resources and life ever since Verrier disappeared with the Old Gods. Only beasts roam the mountains, now.

Used to be rich in culture and free of the Old Faith, up until Verriers crowning. Then it became just as dependent on it as any other realm. Those that refused to follow Verrier fled in search of other unaligned lands.

Darkwood - Realm of Leshy

The land in which Darkwood now resides once belonged to an Old God. Though, its been taken over by Leshy and their unpredictable magic.

Nowadays the forest is wild enough that Leshy, nor their loyal Acolytes can control it and its rampant spread. Vegetation is so thick that trees often have to intertwine in order to grow; and poison oak blankets the ground.

It's practically impossible to navigate if you aren't familiar with its constantly shifting pathways; even those under Leshys blessing for decades have been lost trying to find their way through.

Silk Cradle - Realm of Shamura

Twisting caverns that are constantly caving in and being rebuilt make up the majority of Silk Cradle. It's uncomfortably cold, damp, and stagnant, with webs and nests stuffed away in every corner.

While the environment isn't hostile by default, the creatures that call this place home absolutely are.

Near the center, it's constantly bustling with rowdy duels and debates of insects of all kinds. A spiraling tower making up Shamuras temple is found in the center, carefully crafted compared to everything else in the area, and full of vast libraries containing all the knowledge of the Old Faith. And though the realm is barely lit by anything but a few candles stuck on the granite-laced walls, that doesn't seem to be an issue for its inhabitants.

#cotl #cultofthelamb #cult of the lamb #cotl au #cotl shamura #cotl leshy #cotl heket #cotl kallamar #cotl bishops #cotl oc #ramble #stowaway au #the sillies :]#reblogs appreciated bc happy w/aves especially #brainrot really getting me today #writing

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roboticchibitan · 1 month

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Lace rot lace rot lace rot

Bonus beads pic

I regret not using size 8 beads instead of these size 11s but these were what I had and this project is entirely stashbusting. I even owned the pattern already!

I'm very much enjoying working with my eye searing pink yarn that I dyed myself.

#v's fiber arts tag #knitting #lace rot disease #lace for the lace gods #sapphira lace shawl #<- name of pattern

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tacticaldiary · 1 month

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Revelations and Reverence

PAIRING: Spencer Reid x Reader

WARNINGS: Kidnapping, Torture, Drugs, S2 E15

SYNOPSIS: Season 2, Episode 15 where Tobias kidnaps Spencer, but this time she gets taken with him. "Inject me instead, I need it. Tobias, hey, don't do this. Please." His voice breaks at the end. Infections and overdoses and addiction and diseases, he doesn't want any of that for her, not her. Anyone but her.

PART 2

NOTE: I am NOT taking requests at the moment.

"Wake up!" A voice whispers, urgency lacing the normal honeyed tone she's used to being addressed with. "Come on, open your eyes."

Swallowing back a groan, inklings of the waking world come back to her slowly, bit by bit.

"...What?" She croaks out, throat dry and voice cracked. Blinking the haze out of her eyes, she registers the ache in her bones, the throbbing at the back of her head, wrinkling her nose at the scent of rotting wood and hay.

"Oh thank God." The voice says again, and this time she manages to lift her head up from being slumped over. It takes much more effort than it should but it ultimately works out in her favour, because the sight of Spencer sitting in front of her in a rickety chair chases away any lingering sluggishness.

"What the hell..." She whispers, sitting up straighter, alarmed when she finds her hands cuffed to the chair behind her. "What the hell?" She repeats louder, trying to turn to see behind her. "Spencer?"

"I'm here." He confirms quickly. Her boyfriend's never really been able to hide his cards from her, so she has no trouble picking up the edge of panic in his voice. "He took my gun, I'm not armed. Took yours too."

"Who?" She demands, attempting to struggle out of the cuffs. It does nothing but bite into her skin. "Are you alright?" Turning her gaze on him, her eyes widen at the blood trickling down the side of his face. She's certain she's in no better condition, but it scares her nonetheless.

"I've been better." He cocks his head quizzically. " Tobias? You...you remember don't you? We split up and-"

"Son of a bitch!" She cuts him off as it comes back. The field of yellow stalks. Her running after Spencer when he wasn't answering his radio. Finding his sprawled on the ground. The blow to the back of her head. "Did you see where they took us?" She asks. Looking around, there's nothing much to indicate their location. Some sort of cabin, the only window being too far to get a proper look through.

It was a terrible idea to split up. What had she been thinking, agreeing to a plan that was usually suggested by stupid teens in B-list horror movies? Spencer was a genius, but this really wasn't his brightest moment.

It'd been their bout of luck, being sent to interview someone who turned out to be a biblical murderer in the ass of nowhere.

"I woke up a few seconds ago." Spencer responds, taking her in. There's a furrow in his brow, something she's usually moving to smooth over with her thumb in a better situation. "I shouldn't have suggested we split up." He mutters, half to himself. "With the proper precautions-"

"No, we're not doing that." She says. "What's done is done, alright? The others will find us. Hotch will find us and we'll put this son of a bitch away."

Spencer swallows, eyes flickering from her face to the floor. He opens his mouth to speak, pauses, before continuing in a quieter voice. "Hotch doesn't know Tobias is the unsub." He says.

"JJ will tell him." The chair creaks at the attempts to get loose. "She was checking out the barn, she'll know something's wrong."

Spencer doesn't look convinced, but he doesn't really have time to respond before a draft makes them both shiver, the door suddenly pushed open.

Imposing is the word she'd describe him with. It's an aura that'd make a lesser man shrink into himself, cold eyes hardened by life in a way that might seem cruel lest he not pass it on to others. Firewood in hand, Tobias narrows his eyes at the both

"What are you starin' at?" He grunts.

its?They exchange a glance, and photographs of the crime scenes this man had been responsible for flash through her mind like a film. The blood and gore, the victims...Would they end up the same? Would they have to make their teammates take swabs of their blood and cover their bodies with sheets. Fear creeps into her heart, the helplessness taking it's hold and solidifying into something that has her breath hitching.

"You're not Raphael." Spencer's voice brings her back to the present.

Grounding. He was always so grounding, and although she can tell he's nervous, just as scared as she is if his eyes are anything to go by, he still manages to anchor her to the present. His comment brings a rational part of her mind back, forcing her to think logically.

In facts rather than fears.

"Do I look like Raphael?" Tobias says, before moving to toss the wood near the burner.

"Thank you for burning those." Spencer continues cautiously, "Keeping us safe." It's a dangerous game, this back and forth.

"Don't try to trick me."

"He's not." She chimes in, ignoring the way Spencer's gaze snaps to hers pleadingly. He wants to tell her to be quiet, to not draw attention to herself, to let him take the brunt of whatever might happen next but she refuses to look at him. "It's...it's cold outside. We're not tricking you, we'd never do that." She tries to keep her voice mellow and calm, being calm was important in this situation. Most unsubs had a short fuse and the wrong tone could flip a switch that might make this hell for them-

"You're a liar." A shiver runs down her spine at the harsh declaration. From the corner of her eye she can see Spencer sitting up straighter, worried eyes looking between the two.

"I'm not a liar." She refutes weakly.

"Lying's a sin."

Panicked eyes cross with Spencer's as Tobias takes his belt off, moves with a purpose than makes her heart sink to stand in front of her.

"I'm not a liar!" She exclaims, stifling a cry when she's yanked out of her seat, cuffed hand brought out in front of her. He sits on a makeshift mattress in front of her, arms clasped in an iron grip.

"This'll be over quickly if you just confess your sins."

"We're not sinners," Spencer says shakily. "She didn't lie, I-"

"Quiet." Tobias cuts him off. "We're all sinners." The angry monotony in his voice scares her more than the way he pushes the sleeves of her bloodied shirt up to her elbows. Struggling is useless, neither of them have the strength for it, and even if they got away, who's to say they'd know where to go after?

It's evidently clear what Tobias is about to do when he brings the thick belt over her forearms. She squeezes her eyes shut, but before it can make an impact, Spencer interrupts, urgently reciting a verse from the bible.

"You know Leviticus." Tobias pauses.

"Every word of the bible." Spencer says, a note of desperation in his voice as he looks between them both. "I can recite it for you right now-"

"Even the devil knows how to read." Any hope is tampered down with the statement as the grip on her forearms tightens and her terror grows tenfold when those cruel eyes cut to her. "Can you recite it?"

"I..." She trails off, breathing picking up in a panic, because Spencer may have that eidetic memory of his, something she finds so endearing, but she's not anything close to Catholic.

Tobias narrows his eyes and her fate is sealed. He brings the belt down hard around her wrists, and she cries out at the sharp, hot band of pain. Her ears ring, and she can hear Spencer pleading in the background, something about devils and saints, but all she can focus on is the brand of pain brought down on her over and over again, blood trickling down from her arms into her pants.

"Confess." He grits out, unmoving even with the tears trickling down her face.

"I've nothing to confess." She croaks out, squeezing her eyes shut. She forces herself to focus on Spencer's voice as the onslaught continues.

Panic didn't suit him. She much prefers his honeyed voice in the mornings before they had to leave for work, or the sweet whispers in her ear each night before bed.

Her arms feel like they're on fire.

"I'm sorry," Spencer says once she lifts her head and blinks the black spots away from her vision. He looks...he looks wrecked, hair a mess, half bloody and worried, and all she wants is to sink into his arms into one of those hugs that made her feel untouchable. "I'm so sorry honey, I didn't- I shouldn't have provoked him, I should've-"

"It's...it's okay Spencer." She groans, swallowing back a small noise of pain as she tries to sit up. Nothing is going to get her to look down at her mangled arms right now, no, she'd rather leave that problem for the EMT's later. "Glad it was me-"

"No, it shouldn't have been!" He raises his voice slightly and it wakes her up more. They hold each other's gaze for a moment, remorse evident in his eyes, remorse that she doesn't for a second think belongs there, but that's always been Spencer, hasn't it? From the moment she met him, he was willing to take on the world for her, take her burdens and stack them on top of his own mountain with one of those smiles that made her feel like everything was alright.

God, what she wouldn't give to see that right now.

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"-she doesn't want it. Stop. Please stop." Her brows furrow in her sleep as something tightens around her arm.

Shit, if she wasn't sure she had a concussion before, there was definitely no doubt now. Somewhere between her concussion and the lashings she'd welcomed the bliss of nothingness. Part of her wishes she could stay there when she starts to rouse.

Mumbling out something half-intelligible, a frown takes place on her face when she realises someone's touching her, maneuvering her arm causing a flash of pain to travel down her nerves. The sound that leaves her has the perpetrator shushing her.

"It'll make it better, I promise. Don't tell him, though."

"Tobias, look at me, please don't do this. It's not- this isn't logical, she doesn't need it, I promise." The frantic note to Spencer's voice should make her pay attention, but between the fire in her arms and the throbbing that has her thoughts swimming it's too difficult of a battle to justify.

"Inject me." Spencer strains against his cuffs to no avail. There could be anything in those vials, anything going into her veins and the thousands of statistics and possibilities rush through his mind as he watches Tobias tower over her with a needle. "Inject me instead, I need it. Tobias, hey, don't do this. Please." His voice breaks at the end.

Infections and overdoses and addiction and diseases, he doesn't want any of that for her, not her. Anyone but her.

There's a pause.

A prick in the crook of her arm.

"It'll all be better soon." A puff of hot air and she slips back into the pull of the dark.

The last thing she hears is Spencer call out her name.

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꒰ one day you'll kill satoru, but tonight you'll fuck him instead. ꒱

ᴍᴅɴɪ. canon div au. angst. smut. enemies with benefits? lol. reader is an assassin. 0.8k. nsfw.

somewhere in the depths of himself, satoru knows he should have never let you get close to him. you’re a black widow parading around as a person, wit as sharp as the blade you wield, the sword you smith out of your pearly bones and hold the tip of to his throat. in this stage of his delusion, murdering him would be a mercy killing. his illness is the catalyst of all his suffering. at the root of all his problems is you. loving you is an incurable sickness, a fatal disease that percolates slowly into his bones, mingling with his blood. if you look down in the core of him, all that’ll be found is you smirking in every cavern as you weave your whims into the base of all his notions so shamelessly. he simply can’t resist you; the quiet truth is he doesn’t want to. you’re an infection, really, the way you make the thinnest cuts and seep into them all. love-laced and haunting, decaying in his wounds and leaving the sweetness of your rot behind. cut him open. love him while he bleeds. fuck him until he heals. leave him until he forgets. rinse, repeat. rinse, repeat. “is it too tight?” you ask, sultry voice wispy and dripping in allure. “do you think i don’t know what you’re here for?” satoru rasps, ignoring your question, hips bucking up as he whimpers, movements restricted by his new restraints and your thighs. “you’re not fooling me.” “but you let me come back.” you sing with a sweet laugh, something he should note as menacing but only hears and finds the beauty of you in. “you even let me tie you up like this.”

you straddle his lap, bare-bodied and leaving a trail of slick behind on the underside of his length as you rock yourself back and forth along the surface of him, thick girth made slippery between your folds, aroused by the way you always have him at your mercy, he’s sure. inwardly, he tells himself he’s going to stop letting you do this to him. he’s going to stop letting you push him to the brink of death and only bring him back to make him show you what the pinnacle of pleasure feels like. moonlight reflects on the surface of gleaming silver as you grip the intricately carved hilt in a tight fist. you smirk down at him, watching him writhe underneath you with delight as he strains to buck his hips again, begging for more friction, the head of his thick cock weeping for attention and searching for something to sink all the way into. you keep yourself mounted on him, lazily rocking to let him feel just how wet you are. satoru does feel it and he aches for you, twitching involuntarily as he tries desperately to find something for himself to grind into. his breathing is erratic and broken; he’s so close to begging you to slide down on it. all the way. no more teasing. right now he thinks he’ll die from the need alone. and when you drag the tip of a knife along the seam of his neck, his breath hitches. he feels the bead of pre that gathers spill over the head of his cock, sensitive to every sensation, even the cool air that brushes against his soft and flushed body, exposed and constrained by you. "what if i carve my name right...here? not enough to kill you, just enough to ruin you for anyone else." you say, dragging the spired weapon along his throat, the sting of a cut only familiar to him at your hands. breathing strained and chest heaving, satoru asks, “y-you think no one will want me after you?" "no, i just don't think you'll ever want anyone else." a smirk as he hisses at the sensation of it piercing skin and puncturing flesh. "i figured out something interesting about the strongest...he's desperate to be a masochist. you want so badly to feel pain but no one's been able to touch you until me. isn’t that right?” all of it goes right to his head: the blood in his body, the pride of your words, the indignity he feels flustered by. satoru can’t help the wet, pathetic moan he lets out followed by the shaky plea. “p-please, baby. please. i-i…”

“the answer is probably no.” you tell him, the tip of your dagger scratching down the middle of his chest. “baby, you are a little foolish. you do know one of these days i’ll actually kill you, don’t you?” satoru’s whimpers shape into pants, overwhelmed by both his arousal and his shame as ropes of cum sputter messily from the head of his cock to his tummy and between your thighs, smeared into the seam of your cunt from your movements.

he's dragged to bliss by your threats and a knife to his throat — all of it sounding like a promise to see each other again.

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steamexperts · 3 months

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The Benefits of Steam Cleaning

Steam cleaners heat water to its boiling point and then suck the vapor up through a nozzle at high pressure. The hot vapor kills viruses, bacterias, molds, mildews and other nasty elements.

The only thing they require to work is pure, clean water. That means you can say goodbye to the dozen or more cleaning products that clutter your cabinets.

Eliminate Chemical Smells

Many cleaning products have strong chemical smells, which are not only unpleasant but can irritate some people. Using steam cleaners eliminates these chemical smells and is safer for children, pets and those with respiratory problems.

The heat of steam vapor penetrates surface pores and breaks down dirt, grime and pesky stains. When it comes to stubborn stains, pre-treating with a commercial degreaser can be helpful. The steam vapor then lifts and dissolves the stains without chemicals or harmful residue.

The steam also kills and eradicates mold spores and dust mites, which can cause allergies in some people. It's a simple and effective way to sanitize hard-to-clean areas, like mouldy tiles in bathrooms, crusted-on food on kitchen floors and bird or animal cages. Steam cleaning also eliminates lingering pet odors and can help kill fleas and their eggs as well. This is a great benefit to those with multiple pets who shed lots of hair. Getting rid of those odors helps to keep everyone healthy and happy!

Kills Bacteria

Steam cleaners heat water until it boils, then they push it out at high pressure as a steam vapor. The hot temperature of the steam kills germs, mold, mildew, and fleas on fabrics. It also works well to lift dirt and messes from surfaces.

Most pathogens (viruses, bacteria, etc) die at temperatures of 160oF or higher. Because steam cleaners use only water and hot steam, they can sanitize most surfaces.

However, you should not use a steam cleaner to clean delicate items such as lace, silk, some wood furniture, or electrical devices. Moisture left behind may attract mold and invite odors later. Additionally, steam can leave moisture on certain types of plastic or wooden materials, causing them to warp or rot. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention recommends that you wash these items in hot water instead.

Kills Germs

Many people stocked up on bleach wipes and cleaning sprays during the pandemic, but can that stuff kill viruses? And what about steam experts cleaners? This alternative idea —that the vapor that cooks broccoli and gets wrinkles out of clothes can also disinfect surfaces—has been circulating for some time.

To make vapor steam, a steam cleaner heats water to its boiling point and then pushes it out at high pressure. The hot temperature of the vapor kills pathogens including bacteria, mold and mildew. The vapor penetrates cracks and crevices, killing germs that would otherwise be stuck in them.

It also kills airborne allergens like the waste matter from dust mites, our own dead skin cells and pollen spores. These microscopic sneeze triggers can lead to asthma, and regular steam cleaning can eliminate them for good.

Cleans Any Surface

With a steam cleaner, you can sanitize all kinds of surfaces with just water. This appliance works well on hard, impervious surfaces such as countertops and kitchen tables, floors made of vinyl, laminate, or polyurethane, and bathroom fixtures and tile. It’s also a good choice for removing grease and food residue from stovetops, ovens, and microwaves and for killing mold, mildew, and dust mites on rugs and upholstery.

The hot vapor molecules penetrate surface pores and quickly expand to force out dirt, grime, allergens, and pathogens. The result is a completely sanitized, deodorized, and hypoallergenic surface.

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pestcontrolperth · 4 months

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How to Effectively Control Cockroaches

Cockroaches are a common household pest that cause many health issues. They spread disease, contaminate food and water, and cause allergic reactions in some people. There are hundreds of species worldwide, and cockroaches can infest homes of any size. They feed on nearly anything, and can transmit diseases to humans and animals through their feces. Several treatment options are available to help control cockroaches.

The most important step in controlling cockroaches is sanitation and exclusion. Remove any sources of food or water, including garbage, pet feces and discarded paper products. Keep kitchens and food areas clean, and seal any open cracks or crevices that cockroaches may use to enter the home. Regular roach inspection and monitoring is also critical for preventing a cockroach infestation from becoming out of hand.

Cockroach baits are a popular method of cockroach pest control. These baits are usually made from a food-based substance that is laced with an insecticide, and when cockroaches consume the bait, they become poisoned and die. Various types of baits are available, and they work best when used in conjunction with other pest control methods. Liquid sprays and aerosol insecticides can be effective at killing cockroaches on contact, but these treatments do not offer long-term control. In addition, cockroaches have developed resistance to the many of the insecticides in commercial sprays and aerosols, so they often do not provide satisfactory results.

Other pest control cockroach products include glue traps and gel baits, which can be placed in any area where cockroaches have been seen. These traps and baits are particularly useful in reducing cockroach populations in kitchens, cabinets, closets, bathrooms, and other areas where they commonly occur. It is important to read and follow product instructions when using these products.

In general, roach baits and traps are more effective than other insecticides at controlling cockroaches in residential properties, and they are generally safer than conventional sprays and aerosols. They are also less prone to developing resistance as other insecticides have, making them a good choice for organic pest control.

Identifying the type of cockroach is key to determining the appropriate treatment plan. While all cockroaches are insects, the most common indoor species in California is the German cockroach (Blattella germanica). This cockroach is small in length and dark brown-black in color, and it prefers warm, humid areas that are close to food, water, and harborage. It is most commonly found in multi-unit residential buildings and apartments.

Another common indoor cockroach is the brown-banded cockroach (Blattella trivittata). This species is a little larger than German cockroaches, and it is light brown in color with light yellow bands on its wings and abdomen. Like the German cockroach, it prefers moist areas and is most active at night. It is most commonly found in kitchens and food preparation areas, but it can be found throughout the house.

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sab3rto0thed · 6 months

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actually, when people ask what you do for fun, you say you tell stories. mostly, your stories are about a girl. love looks bad on her. it's a good premise, because love rarely looks bad on anyone.

she has probably always been this way, even cheerful and grinning with two front teeth missing. she loved to love regardless of how it made her neck hang. when the neighbor boy told her he would kill her mother if she didn't kiss him, she didn't kiss him. she was terrible at following directions.

every night of every year after that, though, she haunted the hallway by her mother's room. pale feet, wooden floorboards, shoulders locked back. love looked terrible on her, a sodden goose drowned by the legs. she would stand there minute after minute, waiting for an inhale. a greek statue, but less glamorous.

when she is fifteen, she meets a boy. he does not threaten her mother until later. he has a nice face and slightly crooked teeth, the kind of stomach that is freckled if you look hard enough.

he loved her in the way you hate someone. you kiss them and then cut their belly open from the tip of the ribcage.

love looked terrible on her. she flinched every time the knife came out, because she was terrible at following directions. it didn't matter how many times he said i love you. she learned to hate his mouth.

it was hard to let anyone near her after that. days trickled through her fingers like tap water. when a different girl with blonde hair and very dark brown eyes tried to pull her away from the sink, she did a lot of damage.

love looked very good on this girl. she had a way of warming up an entire room with just the curve of her shoulders. the girl loved her fiercely, and avoided her with the same fervor. love was a disease. she would rot from the inside out if she stayed in that room.

the girl got better at love, though. you live and you learn and you heal. she stopped looking at the mirror as a cutting instrument. her eyes, which had always seemed a little sunken, seemed more blue now. she could tie her hair back with quick maneuvers, and she had a nice smile. a genuine one.

she hadn't ever noticed that before.

she had a lot of scars from all of the years love had thrown her around. there were always a few bruises around her throat and the skin was peeled off on her left knee. she had a large incision in her upper arm.

these were the sort of marks you couldn't see unless you really loved her, and so usually, no one saw them. but love had begun to be gentler with this girl, and in turn, she had begun to be gentler as well.

love was a two-way street with very few cars, a ball park at night. love was a shout in the dark. love was the saying call me, i love you. for years, she had had no where to go. now she had plenty of places. it was a little dizzying sometimes, like a labyrinth.

she met a boy.

he never threatened her mother. when he was fifteen, he had the sort of shitty haircut and roughspun hue that made him endearing. she made a living of avoiding his mouth. he kissed her anyway.

love looked terrible on her. she triple-laced her shoes, pulled her socks over her pale calves. you could almost see the bone, and you didn't need to love her to look.

she fell in love the way you drown. each time varied in degrees of lethal. when she was fifteen, falling in love had been a handful of pills. now it was a room full of water with slow-closing walls.

she was a girl that had always been a bit drowned. she could take on a little water.

he made a fool of her in the way you have people laugh at you on purpose. he wore a perfect blue hoodie and he took handfuls of her shirt to pull her closer. she was good at not flinching, because love hadn't hit her in a long time.

(she tried not to say this part out loud, but she never felt the need to flinch around him.)

it was a good joke, then, when she did flinch. it had something to do with her thighs. she was terrible at directions. he was gone the next day, leaving her haggard in the mirror, too small in his jacket. there were better girls with fuller mouths and unmarred skin. they didn't flinch. she knew.

she ruined things. she had made a career out of it. forget college.

he said sorry. the people around her that both loved her and didn't said we've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you.

none of it mattered. what had been done had been done. a boy behind a gas station counter had given her a free coffee and a look full of pity. he knew that she had flinched.

she was a joke. love looked terrible on her.

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ratanshis · 7 months

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How To Grow Brinjal Using Seeds In Your Home Garden?

Brinjals are also known as eggplants and are very easy to cook. These veggies have great taste and do not require a lot of preparation and following the recipe. Hence, this vegetable is known as the ‘king of vegetables.’ Brinjals can be cooked with any other veggies, yet it tastes delicious. Brinjals are available in multiple varieties in terms of colors and shapes. It is one of the favorite vegetables for many people. These plants can be grown easily in your home garden using high-quality organic seeds online in India, available at Ratanshi Agro-Hortitech. The following guide helps you understand how to brinjals in your home garden.

Steps to grown brinjals in your home garden

Step 1: It is essential to grow eggplants indoors for at least ten weeks if the climate in your region is cold. Prepare the f1 hybrid brinjal seeds available at a plant nursery in Mumbai by soaking them in water overnight. Plant the seeds in a rich pot mix or potting soil up to ¼ inch deep and cover them with soil. Water the plant and ensure the plant soil retains moisture. Once the seedlings are ready, you can transplant them in bed or grower pots at least 20 inches apart.

Step 2: Brinjal requires well-draining and rich potting soil. You can mulch the plants to enhance their growth. The preferable pH of soil for brinjal is 6.5. It requires one to two inches of water each week. Place the pots in places receiving ample sunlight (six to eight hours).

Step 3: Once you sow the seeds, brinjals are ready for harvest in almost 70 days. To ensure the vegetable is ready for harvest, ensure its skin is thin and glossy. Some people harvest these when they are tiny; however, allowing them to grow longer produces a big harvest. It is essential to ensure the fruits are firm and their seeds are not visible after cutting them open. The eggplant flesh must be creamy in color.

Gardeners must take precautions while harvesting brinjal as the plant has thorns on its stems and can cause bruises. Hence, experts at the wholesale plant nursery in Mumbai advise using appropriate tools like gardening gloves, pruners, or knives to cut the fruits. It is essential to keep some part of the stem on the brinjal fruit. Regular harvesting encourages growth in brinjal plants.

Taking care of your eggplants

Fertilizer requirements

Brinjals are easy to grow if you use high-quality seeds like f1 hybrid brinjal seeds. However, they require heavy feeding. It is advisable to use fertilizers to ensure the plant has ample nutrition. One can mix manure or 10-10-10 fertilizer in the potting mix or soil, from time to time and ensure it reaches its roots.

Common pests and diseases to look out for

It is also important to check your brinjal plants to ensure they do not have any diseases or pest infestations and implement preventative methods. Some common pests in eggplants are flea beetles, lace bugs, mites, cutworms, hornworms, etc. You can avoid these issues by utilizing insecticides and pesticides available at a plant nursery near you.

Some common diseases that can affect your brinjal plants can be blossom rot, wilt, or fungus infections due to overwatering. It can result in spots on the fruits and make them drop. One can utilize Bavistin fungicide available at Ratanshi Agro-Hortitech, a plant nursery in Byculla, Mumbai, India.

Where can you purchase high-quality organic seeds online in India? Ratanshi Agro-Hortitech is a top plant nursery, offering the best organic seeds online in India. They offer varieties of brinjal seeds like the F1 hybrid brinjal seeds. They also feature grower pots, pot mixes, rose fertilizers, Bavistin fungicides, live plants, and more.

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