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nolita-fairytale · 10 months

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burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter three

summary: while you and luca seek inspiration outside of the kitchen, you finally share a piece of yourself with him.

warnings: fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst not use of y/n, conversations about divorce, second person pov, swearing, danish inaccuracies, very little connection to the world of the bear.

word count: 2.2k

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It’s been a month or so since Luca’s tasting menu for one, and he’s been nothing but a good thing in your life: a friend, a collaborator, a regular diner who gives fantastic feedback. You’ve become fast friends, and after what he did for you, how could you not? You find yourself spending days off with him at a more frequent pace as of late: enjoying cups of coffee, perusing bookstores, following Luca on bicycle as he shows you the city’s lesser known, yet spectacular bakeries. He gives you a heads up when he can’t make it into the restaurant, but most Saturdays, he continues to make his regular Saturday 7 pm date week after week.

Some days you make him something off-menu – something you’re working on, something you’re recipe testing, a dish you’ve bounced ideas around with him over – and other days he’s eager to try whatever new thing you’ve just added to your menu, insisting for you not to go through the trouble of whipping up anything else. It’s a special relationship – something only food-people can understand – and you’re glad that Luca entered your life.

“Hey, your boyfriend’s here,” Jesper says, interrupting your dinner prep as he grabs your attention.

“My what?” you ask him, with no clue in the world what he’s talking about.

“Luca,” he answers plainly, as you and Mathilde both exchange a look.

“Shut up, Jesper,” you both snap in unison, shooting a glare his way.

You exchange another look with Mathilde, almost as if to say: you good? She nods towards the front of house as if to say: yes, I’ve got this covered.

“Yeah, give me a second and I’ll be right out,” you finally direct towards Jesper, as you put down your knife. You reach a stopping point, wiping your hands on your apron, as you leave behind the Mikkelson twins bickering about what Jesper’s previous comment.

Something about ‘you baby her’ from Jesper and a ‘you’re going to scare her away and this is a good thing, you idiot’ from Mathilde in return. At least that’s what you’re able to make out from your basic Danish language skills (you’re working on it, you swear, and right now you know enough to get by in the kitchen and that’s enough)!

You spot Luca with a package tucked underneath his arm as he leans up against the front door, waiting for you.

“Hi,” you greet him, choosing to ignore the fact that your heart skips a beat as soon as you see him.

“Hey. I was on my way to the post office around the corner. Thought I’d stop in and say hello,” he replies with that ever-charming crooked smile of his.

“No, yeah, I-. I’m glad you did,” you return, unable to hide the smile that spreads across your lips.

You don’t want to make a big deal out of it, especially if this is somehow something you’ve made up entirely in your head, but it seems as if Luca’s found different ways – different excuses – to stop in more and more frequently as of late.

“What’s in the box?” you ask him, curiously, gesturing to the package he holds underneath his arm.

“Remember that American I was telling you about? The one who came to stage?” he asks, looking down for a moment.

“Yeah.”

“His restaurant opening is this week. Wanted to send this off. As a gift.”

“That’s kind of you.”

He blushes, just for a moment.

“Think we’ve lost touch with the art of a handwritten note. A novelty these days,” he says, with a quick raise of both eyebrows.

“Absolutely. I mean… it worked on me,” you chuckle, immediately regretting what’s come out of your mouth.

You’re not sure why you said it and what exactly it is that worked on you you’re referring to, but it’s too late to take it back.

“Yeah, I’ve got him to thank, really,” he chuckles, almost shyly. Taking a bolder approach as he continues with, “For reminding me to walk the walk. For bringing me to you.”

You pause, your heart catching in your throat. In the event of fight, flight, and freeze, it really feels like you’re choosing ‘freeze’ whenever Luca’s been around.

“I bet you’re a really great teacher,” are the words that fall out of your mouth, immediately regretting them for how silly your response sounds.

“So was he,” he parries back.

“Sure,” you nod, still reeling from whatever the hell came out of your mouth a moment ago.

Your disconcerting slip-of-the-tongue seems to leave an uncomfortable silence between the two of you, tip-toeing around each other, unsure of who should make the next move.

“Anyways,” Luca clears his throat, collecting himself. “I ehm, gotta get going. Gotta get back to the restaurant here in a few. It was good seeing you today.”

“You too,” is all you reply, frozen and stuck in your own head.

What the hell is wrong with you? You think to yourself as you watch him go.

“Luca, wait,” you say, pushing through the front door to your restaurant as you chase after him.

He turns back towards you, a kind of ‘did I leave something behind?’ look on his face.

“I can’t stop thinking…” you trail off, taking a breath before you continue your sentence, leaving Luca unsure of what you’ll say next.

“...about that dish you’re stuck on. And about what you said.. about finding inspiration. Being open to… you know, what’s out there.”

“Yeah?” he asks, smiling at the thought of you thinking of him.

“Yeah I… I think I have an idea,” you declare boldly.

And it may be a baby step, but it’s a baby step towards him, towards who knows what, towards whatever’s ahead of you.

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You pitch the idea to Luca – to explore different mediums of art as a way of seeking out inspiration (and maybe it’s just another excuse to see him too) – and after a few weeks of busy schedules, covering at the restaurant for coworkers-on-holiday, and lining up days off, you and Luca finally make it happen. It’s been over a year now, since the restaurant opened – and almost two since you came to Copenhagen in pursuit of a dream.

“Wait a second. So you haven’t read Rene Redzepi’s A Work In Progress?” Luca asks incredulously looking for confirmation of the obscene tidbit of information you’ve just revealed to him.

“No,” you admit, guiltily stealing a glance his way.

“My god, it’s fascinating! I’ll have to lend you my copy,” he charges forward, solving the problem at hand without question.

“I’d like that,” you smile, almost to yourself as you think about how much you like being around Luca. “And I’d love to hear about your time at noma – what working under him was like.”

“Uh… that’s maybe a different story for a different time,” he deflects with a chuckle, shooting you a look. “Perhaps after a few pints.”

“Heard,” you nod in understanding, turning to him as the two of you find a good place to post up in the park. You and Luca set your lawn chairs down in Kongens Have, or rather The King’s Garden, right behind a row of other lawn chairs set up that face the tent-covered stage.

“It’s good to see you,” you finally say, really taking him in.

“It’s good to see you too. Sorry it’s just working out now,” Luca apologizes emphatically.

“No, it’s okay! We uh… we’re both busy. We both run restaurants. I mean-, I’m surprised we figured it out in time for the show,” you reply, easily letting him off the hook.

“This is pretty cool,” he says, taking in your surroundings. “First time here?”

“Yeah I-, I didn’t make it when I first moved here… and then this time last year I had just opened the restaurant so… yeah first time. You?”

“Yeah, first time,” he echoes with a reassuring nod.

“Really? I just thought-, well, I thought Copenhagen Jazz Fest was like a huge deal here,” you inquire.

He shrugs, responding with, “I reckon you’re a big jazz fan then, eh?”

“Yeah,” you say.

“Have you always been into it or-?” he questions curiously.

“Uh, no. I… my ex,” you hesitate, figuring you should tell Luca sooner rather than later. “... my ex-husband is a music historian so… I got really into it when we first started seeing each other.

He balks, only for a moment, hoping you don’t notice the strong reaction that briefly flashes across his face.

“You were married?” he asks, barely able to hide the surprise in his voice.

“Yeah,” you admit, nervously.

He waits a beat.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” he asks carefully, with an honesty and genuine curiosity in his voice.

“I-I don’t mind. As long as you don’t-,” you stammer, only a little taken aback by the grace he’s shown you.

“Please,” he encourages, listening carefully. “I like learning about you.”

You freeze for a moment, searching for where to begin, and more than anything, in awe of Luca.

“We met right after I moved back home to Boston – right after I finished school,” you begin, watching him carefully for any kind of reaction.

“And it was good. For a long time. But after a few years of being together, his mom got sick and uh… we both decided that we wanted to move to London so that he could help his sisters take care of her. It was just easier… if we got married… with immigration and stuff.”

“But you loved him?”

“Yes,” you answer. “I think… we knew we wanted to stay together… so we took the leap, unafraid of the fact that everything has its expiration date too. Ours just uh, came a little sooner than we expected.”

“What happened?” Luca asks.

You chuckle dryly, racking your brain for the answer to a question you’ve asked yourself a million times.

“Um… moving back home changed a lot, I think. And we met when we were so young that I don’t think by the time we were caring for a sick parent together, we realized we didn’t really even know who we were anymore,” you explain, putting words to a feeling that’s live in your heart for so long – long enough that you’ve barely shared them with anyone else.

“And… I was living in a whole new country without any kind of familiarity. I was homesick, and all of it – it was just really hard on the both of us,” you think through as you speak.

“I think it just made us realize that we had changed… and that maybe we weren’t the same people who fell in love all those years ago.”

“I’m sorry,” Luca apologizes, sending you an empathetic glance.

“It’s okay,” you’re quick to reassure him. “It was tough. Don’t get me wrong. Like… really tough. But nothing… horribly wrong happened. Some people can grow together.” You pause, only for a moment. “We didn’t. We… weren’t those people, I guess. So we grew apart.”

Luca takes a few moments to process what you’ve just told him with a pensive look on his face – and you can’t blame him.

He waits a beat, before returning his gaze to you, a respect for you in his eyes: for your honesty, for your story, for your resilience.

“Are you still in love with him?” he finally asks.

It’s a good question – an interesting one – and even more interesting that he asked in the first place.

“There are parts of me that will always love him,” you share, the vulnerability coming more naturally to you as Luca makes you feel more and more comfortable. “He’ll always be a part of me and… I still keep in touch with his family, you know. They became… my family too.” You pause, knowing that you can say this next part with full conviction:

“But to answer your question, no. I'm not… I’m not in love with him anymore.”

Luca nods slowly, almost as if he’s waiting for you to change your mind – to take it back – to say something that convinces him otherwise. But you don’t, and he’s not sure he’ll be able to help himself from giving in to things he’s been feeling for you.

“I hope you don’t mind that I asked,” Luca finally says.

“No I-,” you begin. “I’m glad you did. It feels nice… having someone ask.”

He smiles, “Like I said. I like learning about you.”

And with that, the two of you settle into your lawn chairs as the performers make their way onto the stage. There’s a shift – within the crowd, between you and Luca – as the musicians take their places, ready to perform. With the first few notes, the tuning of a guitar, a few keys on the piano, you feel yourself relax a little, encompassed by the warmth of the Copenhagen summer night.

It’s almost as if telling Luca, sharing this with him, has lifted a weight off of your shoulders – no longer hanging over your head as you go back and forth of when to tell him, and if you should tell him, and thoughts of ‘why the hell are you worrying about this it’s not like he wants to know’.

Except he did and he does because he wants to know you.

And tonight, because he asked, because he’s proven to be a great listener, and because he looks so damn good doing it, you might just let him.

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a/n: ok how the hell are we feeling now that we know a little more about reader, her past, and why she's been holding back?! i honestly wanted to write a character that felt fresh, and different from me/my make my heart surrender character SO yeah, this where we're at --second chances at love and a story about opening up again -- with more to come.

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denjirv · 2 years

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დ .•*””*•House Husband•*””*•.დ

Aki Hayakawa gets pegged by his wife throughout the day

⏤͟͟͞͞☆A/N: I DID IT!! AND ON A SCHOOL DAY NO LESS it's some silly thing I wanted to finally write and get my writing skills warmed up again

CW// reader is AFAB but a femdom with sub!Aki, minor spanking and edging with overstimulation at the end Aki knew as soon as he put that ring on your finger you’d be a handful. And even more so he’d notice how unusually horny you’d get whenever you see him take on a more “wifely role” around the house. Doing the laundry, scrubbing the dishes and even making sure you have lunch before heading off to work. He was more of a wife than you were, and even when you try taking on those roles he insists you rest because “you had a long day at work remember?” he says But something came into your mind, it made you giggle to yourself as you clicked on a few links and borrowed Aki’s credit card. And within a few days later it came knocking on your doorstep. “There’s a package at the front, you ordered something dear?” Aki wiping his hands with the soft white towel after making some lunch curry he picks up the brown box and places it on the counter. “Ohhh that must be me!” Heading out from the bedroom you see the brown mystery box as your eyes widen “What did you order?” He tilted his head curiously as you grabbed a pair of scissors from the draw and sliced the line from the tapped entrance. “Oh just something for me to do while you go around the house” You pulled it out in front of him. From confusion to embarrassment Aki’s face grew red once he saw a purple phallic object on the box cover. “A-A…strap…on?” Aki thinks this must be a joke but once he sees you tear open the top part to pull out the 6 inch toy he knew you were serious. “I bought tons of lube too so don’t worry about it hurting” Aki wants to bury the memory but seeing the length brings him back to the time where you two had some “experiments” in the bedroom and for a short period of time butt stuff has been the main subject. “And how is this ‘helping’ you with the chores around the house exactly?” Aki mumbled with a deadpan expression but never once did his red cheeks fade, he’s so cute when he tries to look serious. “It’s so that it won’t be boring! Come on, have you ever thought of me balls deep inside you while you make eggs and bacon?” You teased, he looked away not knowing what to say. Cause even if he didn’t want to say for himself the idea does sound tempting. With a sigh he hangs his head low. “We can try this tomorrow, but that’s all ok?” he grabbed your cheek and pinched it lightly, You yelped a bit but laughed knowing that tomorrow was gonna be an amazing day. Aki’s first morning starts off with him trying to flip the eggs and bacon around making sure they don’t burn, but it’s a challenge when his wife was making him almost squeal like a pig in the morning. “So how’s the eggs and bacon making my love?” You chuckle as the first thing in the morning he has his guts pounded by the strapon, his legs shaking and breathing uneasily he feels his hands losing their grip on the frying pan and spatula. “Ghhh not t-too fast!” He can only make small tired but heavenly noises as the pace got quicker, everything felt too much for him. His dark hair falling over his warm and red face with each hard thrust was given to him unmercifully. “I-I need to cum! Cumming cumming c-cummingggg!!”.He spews his words like a chant before his eyes squeezed shut and let out all of the cum onto his apron. The back is wet and sticky as he catches his breath. “B-Breakfast is….burnt” He’d realized he’d haven’t been paying attention to it when he saw the black marks from the corners of the food. “I-I’ll make toast instead” Aki would usually mop the floor since it’s spring cleaning season and it's easier that way but he went for a more traditional style of cleaning and had his hands and knees on the ground. But as he arches his back to move forward while wiping the wooden floors down he can feel the strapon stretching his poor hole out. “Come on honey, you’re almost done let us finish this so you can finally cum” This time purposely edging him you watched as everytime he pushes himself forward you thrust into him to fill that empty feeling Never failing to leave him gasping you kept on continuing until he had one corner left. His knees getting tired from having to keep his balance for so long as his moaning and panting never leaving his lips he sounded desperate. “A-Almost done…just please let me cum” Aki made sure to scrub thoroughly on the floor to make sure no foot tracks were left behind. “Not clean enough, keep going and maybe I’ll consider” Whining in response he starts putting more elbow grease into wiping down the floor. His arms moving at a much more rushed pace once he could only see his fogged reflection from the floor he looked over at you for approval. “I did it! Now please just let me cum already” His eyes were glossy, frustrated from the teasing you laughed at how pathetic he looked so whiny with his pouting lips as you kissed his cheek. “Fine you can cum now” You could’ve sworn as soon as the words left your mouth he started fucking himself more onto your cock. “But if you cum on the floor then you’ll-” But he didn’t hear, he didn’t even think about the mess you’d leave as he started to feel his poor cock twitching with anticipation for any sense of climax. He cums all over the wooden floor, as his upper half falls flat. Arms giving out and his ass still yet in the air he pants like a dog from the second orgasm of the day. “Aki dear” You sang in a sweet tune but when Aki finally gained consciousness from his orgasm high he’d looked down already and saw yet another mess he made. “I’ll clean that up again…” “Such a cute husband you are, if I could ever call you one” laughing you’d see himself ‘stuck’ inside the laundry machine, more like you placing his upper half in there for him to be back on his knees again. “S-Shut up this time you’re just being too cheesy with all of this” He retorts back this time with attitude. Mainly cause he knew how these porn tropes go he thought you’d been more clever than this “Oh hush you!” You spank his ass once and left him gasping. His ass cheek slowly bruising more red as you kept on fucking him. “Come on my dear ‘wife’ you have to do the laundry” Aki groans in annoyance as he grabs the pair of dirty clothes but drops them when you spanked him once again. “Faster wife! Let’s get those clothes done” Although you were joking around, Aki couldn’t help but give you a glare. Having way too much power over your situation “So much for having dinner” You smiled at the sight in front of you, Aki legs spread on the table with cum splattered all over his poor tummy as his face was soaked in drool, sweat and tears for the overstimulation. Aki had always had a stern look, a very strong aura about him but having him reduced to a crying and hopeless mess filled your heart with love. “You look so adorable like this, now cum for me one more time” You’d knew just tracing your fingers on his red tip was enough to send him to the edge and exactly what you did, trimmed fingernails tracing itself from his shaft to his twitching tip a few strokes made his body shot up and spew out the last reaming cum left in him before he shoots out blanks. “W-We….We’re gon’ need a break after this” Aki rested his head back down onto the hard surface under him as his chest heaves “I’m sorry dear, here let me go run you a nice warm bath” And for once Aki lets you do something around the house.

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x y/n #chainsaw man smut #csm smut #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa x you #aki hayakawa #aki x reader #aki hayakawa smut #sub chainsaw man #sub csm #aki <3

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writerofadream · 4 months

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty Four: This is my boyfriend's, boyfriend, Geoff-

Chris was monologuing again. You watched as the man landed the helicopter, currently Duncan was giving you a piggyback while jumping on one foot while Heather and Gwen bet if he would drop you or not. (the answer was not)

The current bid was one-hundred-and-fifty bucks.

Chris gave you all the signals from above to line up. You let yourself fall off Duncan’s waist and skipped over to the line, dragging Duncan to join you. He laughed as unbeknownst to you stared at you with heart eyes.

As Chris landed he held up a pair of cuffs, and Duncan laughed. “Macy sent you a care package.” He smirked pointing at the cuffs.

“How do you know it wasn’t Marcel?” You crossed your arms. “Because Marcel loves me.” Duncan pointed out. “... Didn’t he sit on you until you admitted that you had taken drugs?” You covered your smile with your hand.

“It’s how he shows his love.”

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Chris had you and Duncan cuffed up together. Duncan held up his hand which brought up yours as well. You both were staring at it and you resisted the urge to chuckle. “You know what this reminds me of…?” Duncan muttered.

“Christmas 2017!” You both laughed in unison.

Flashback

Duncan was thrown against a wall, and you were thrashing against the guards holding on to you. But, the guard happened to be Marcel who discretely made sure that you guys would be cuffed together. Duncan at his hands, as well as your hands, annoyed.

You gave the guards a glare that would make the world's manliest man shrink in his spot. That’s how you and Duncan worked, he thought of the future, how you both would get out of this mess, you focused on the present trying to put the fear of god in anyone who tried to mess with either of you.

End of flashback

“This isn’t fair, they’re a couple who can work well together.” Heather whined.

Chris bopped her on the nose. “When you get a guy that the viewers love then we’ll talk. Stay sadly single, kid.” Chris smiled and the girl fumed causing you to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.

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The first challenge was to feed your partner. You had to laugh at that. Duncan was beaten so often that growing up you had to feed him so he’d you know, survive. But the only problem was that the food looked strange. Duncan had an idea pop into his head and a smile on his face.

“Arm wrestle me for it.”

You smirked and took that challenge, you both clasped arms and laid your elbows on the table. You began the arm wrestle, smiling at your boyfriend. “Do you think we’ll have kids?” He asked randomly. “Hmm, maybe. I’d like a boy.” You gritted your teeth trying so hard not to fail.

“I think I’d like a girl, name her Lily after your mom, and then maybe have a boy and name him after James.” Your heart melted and an audible aw came out of your mouth.

“I think we’d live in New York. You’d open up a half-way-house for ex-cons, I’d open up a bar.” Duncan continued. The overly feminine side in you was eating this up and you were so distracted that Duncan slammed your arm against the table.

Fast-forward

“Where are my children?” You had a big smile as you entered your home. “Mami!” You watched as your younger son ran down the hallways of your apartment and jumped into your arms. “James.” you yelled back equally excited.

“Mama.” Your older daughter ran down the hallway, shortly after her brother and jumped into your arms as well. You twirled you children in the air, who were giggling, so happy that their mama was home.

“Now where’s your father.” You said with a mock-serious tone.

Suddenly your husband walked into the room, his hair freshly wet and patted against his head. “Hola mi vida.” He smiled and hugged the three of you close to his chest, and gave you a peck on the lips. Much to your children's horror.

“Mommmm.”

“Dad…”

“No fair you used our relationship against me.” You complained nearly pouting.

“I told you the truth because I want you to eat. I see the way you throw away your meal sweetheart. I want you to eat.” Duncan sighed and a sad smile crossed his face.

“Fine. But did it have to be camp food.” You complained as you looked back at the dish.

“Might as well start off with the worst of the worst.” Duncan shrugged, and you sighed. “You better be happy you're cute.” You lightly picked his cheek causing him to smile like a cheeky child.

You opened your mouth and in seconds your boyfriend was shoving food in it. T

hen the challenge ended really quickly because why do we not give an anorexic person too much food at once? Because they’ll throw up.

You emptied your guts into the trash can as Duncan held your hair back. He rolled his eyes as you flipped him off, still actively throwing up. “Love you too sweetheart.” He smiled sadly, rubbing an arm up and down your back trying to convey comfort.

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You sickly glared at the camera. “Food can go suck my big fat **** for all I ******* care.” You grumbled holding your stomach, in the outhouse.

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Unsurprisingly Owen and Heather won, because she has a partner that has a vacuum as a mouth. Duncan sighed, rubbing your back as you laid your head on the table, every nerve you had left screaming in pain.

“Dollface, I need you to start eating at least once a day. There wasn’t barely any food, and you still got sick. I need you to try, okay?” Duncan kissed the back of your head and ruffled your hair. You nodded curtly. You should try.

You would try for him,

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Chris had you all gather on the docks. You had your head against Duncan’s shoulder and he had an arm wrapped around you, holding you close as if you would fall away from him.

“Last chance for a wimp key.” Chis waved the enticing key in front of you all, and you had half a mind to snatch it out of his hands and jam it in his jugular. You smiled at the thought, man whenever you get voted off is gonna be exciting.

“What’s the challenge, Chris?” Geoff asked, who was attached to Gwen, the goth-girl kept rolling her eyes at every other sentence the blonde spoke.

“There are three canoes on the beach, one for each team. Your challenge is to paddle the canoe while wearing handcuffs. All the way to Boney Island, once there you will get a package. Now go, go, go!” Chris was distracted by the herd of campers so you held your breath to stop yourself from laughing, when you saw Duncan shove the man to the ground.

Duncan sat in front, because sitting in the back made him seasick, and sitting in the front made you seasick.

You quickly got into the water, and began to paddle.

You had arrived at Boney Island, third, Chris’s helicopter dipped so he could yell out the next instructions. Yadda, yadda, yadda, put the packages back in the cave, while piggy-back riding the other. Before you could protest that you were too heavy, Duncan snatched your hand and put both of them around his shoulders and hoisted you up.

A blush spread itself across your face.

You got to the cave rather quickly but were met with carnivorous beavers. “Ain’t nobody that tough.” Duncan grumbled and you both cartwheeled back to shore. (Well you cartwheeled, Duncan walked on his hands)

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The next challenge was to make a totem pole of shame using the heads of your ex-fellow-campers. That would be easy, hopefully. Your memory was amazing, but Duncan’s was the best, he remembered everything that happened from ages five through seventeen.

Everyone else was struggling, Owen was getting mad because Heather wanted to talk crap about Izzy, and Gwen and Geoff had terrible memories and couldn’t decide who was who, Katie or Sadie. You remembered that Katie was the one who was more quiet, Sadie was the one that helped you when you were sick.

You saw a carving of Izzy and Duncan tossed you his knife, sensing what you were thinking.

You carved the word ‘Kid’ and put a small heart next to it. Chris came over and saw what you had done. He had the audacity to laugh, and say “Aw, little Miss. Tough ain’t so tough.” which promptly caused Duncan to throw Courtney’s head at him.

“I love you so much.”

“I know.”

Duncan and you had won. Chris held up both of your hands and slurred his words. “The winnerz arep Dunkykim anndl Y/Nes.” you had to stifle your laughter and the second you guys got back on the canoe you almost cried laughing.

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That night at the campfire, you and Duncan got your marshmallows first, then Leshawna, Heather, and then Owen. It was left between Geoff and Gwen. You watched your boyfriend’s eyes fall on Geoff, and the sad realization hit.

You squeezed his hand. “Geoff will be going home tonight.” Chris declared and you watched Gwen stand up in indignation and yell at you all. “He’s the nicest guy!” she screamed.

“Ciao dudes, y'all were cool, Duncan and Y/N invite me and Bridge to the wedding.” Geoff gave you the peace sign and you smiled sadly as Duncan nodded, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying.

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lou-struck · 1 year

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Advent Calendar

Beelzebub x Reader

Day 1: Advent Calander

25 Days of Ficmas Masterlist

~The Countdown to Christmas starts today, and you can’t wait to crack open the first door on your Advent Calander.

On your last trip to the human world, you tore through several stores trying to find bits of holiday cheer to bring back for the Brothers, the other exchange students, and those in the Demon Lords Castle. While the Devildom does celebrate Christmas, there are many things that you could not find in the windows of Majolish.

One thing, in particular, was the cheap drugstore advent calendars. Nothing says Christmas is fast approaching like opening up one of the flimsy paper doors on the first day of December and enjoying your first daily chocolates.

There were so many options, you just had to buy a few to bring back for everyone as a little surprise.

With the other calendars stashed away till tomorrow, you take yours and place it in the kitchen, more focused on the treasure within rather than the dangers it is exposed to in there.

Excitedly you head up to bed knowing that the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you can crack open the first door.

The dark sky looks a bit lighter in the mornings, especially since you have something to look forward to. Excitedly you slide on your slipper and rush to the kitchen to open the first door of your advent calendar.

But when you get to the kitchen you are surprised to see your advent calendar on the counter. Your brows furrow in confusion, Hopefully, you placed it there by mistake last night and no one has gotten into it.

But as you search for the first door you are surprised to see that it looks like it has been opened already. With a sigh, you pull back the little paper door. The emptiness on the other side is heartbreaking. The little chocolate is nowhere in sight.

Checking the other doors you see that all of the chocolates have been eaten. Dejectedly you take the now-empty calendar and walk over to the trash can.

Just as you are about to throw it away the double doors of the kitchen burst open. In walks Beel in his search to scrounge up a bit of food before breakfast is served.

"Good Morning Mc, did you sleep well?" He greets you with a smile. His orange hair still messy from sleep

He looks so adorable you smile back at the gentle giant despite the circumstances. "Good Morning Beel.

His light purple eyes look at the now empty chocolate advent calendar in your hands. "Those chocolates were Delicious MC. But the packaging was kinda strange. I almost ate the whole box trying to find them all."

"So you ate my Calendar?" you ask him as the realization hits you like a sleigh.

Out of everyone in the House, the avatar of gluttony is the most likely to take your food as a late-night snack. It makes you feel a bit stupid for not coming to this conclusion sooner.

A look of shame flashes across the demon's face as he nods. "I-I wasn't supposed to eat those, was I?"

Your gaze softens and you shake your head, "No, but it's okay Beel.”

“I’m really sorry Mc what was it?” He asks, his shoulders deflate and he truly looks sorry for what he did.

You gesture for him to follow you as you take the calendar and move over to the countertop so you can show him. “This is an advent calendar. Up until Christmas, you open a numbered door each day. Each chocolate has a different design on it.”

“I didn't see that they had any designs on them,” he says sullenly, his finges come to fiddle with the opened doors as if he is trying to figure out what was printed on the chocolates he had eaten in the middle of the night.

“It’s okay.” you say placing your smaller hand atop his larger one, “When I give you your calendar, you can see what is one each chocolate before you eat it.”

His eyes widen, “You’re giving me one?” A deep blush covers his features as his eyes bore into yours." Even after I ate yours?"

"Of course," you laugh. Through the look of admiration, he is giving you, you see something else thrashing around in his gaze.

Slamming his fist on the table he turns around and takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept your gift,” he says fighting what you think is a sniffle. “Please keep it for yourself to make up for my mistake.”

You nod It takes a lot for Beel to turn down food, especially since it's from you. “I understand Beel,” you say walking around to face the demon. “Are you sure you don’t want it?”

“No,” he gulps “Not when it meant so much to you.”

After Breakfast, you duck away to grab the calendars for everyone. After a brief explanation of what they are from you, you pass one out to each of them with the exception of Beel.

As all the brothers excitedly open the first door of their calendars showing off the different designs printed on their chocolates, you are surprised to see that Beel has stayed true to his word.

He has placed himself in the corner of the room and is trying his best to not look at the sweets that are being enjoyed.

Even though he had a huge breakfast the poor demon looks starved from the corner where he is sitting.

Grabbing your calendar you move to join him. “May I sit?” you ask. When he nods you join him and being to trace the front of the calendar with your fingers trying to find the first door.

When you find it, you gently open it up and plop out the first chocolate. Flipping it around you see the design is a fluffy little teddy bear wearing a scarf. It reminds you of Beel so much you chuckle.

“Is that a bear?” he asks as you nod taking the chocolate in your hands and breaking it into two pieces.

“For you,” you say holding out the half to him.

“A-are you sure?” he says

“Yes Beel, please take it,” you tell him encouragingly.

With your permission, he takes the half you're holding out to him with a shaky hand. He plops it into his mouth, his eyes close as he savors the flavor of the cheap chocolate.

You do the same. The nostalgia hits you like a ton of bricks as you smile thinking about the calendars you have gotten before.

“It’s delicious,” he says with a smile.

“Mmhmm” you hum spying a bit of chocolate on his bottom lip.

“What’s wrong?” he asks “Do I have something on my face?”

“Just a bit of chocolate,” you say with a giggle.

“Oh,” he chuckles, “Would you get it off for me?”

“Of course,” you grin mischievously. Planning to take a bit more than just the chocolate from his soft lips.

#obey me x mc #beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #beel #beel x mc #beel x reader #beelzebub x mc #beelzebub fluff #obey me #fluff #obey me fluff #obey me shall we date #25 days of fic mas

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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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Fem! reader and Esidisi? I think he would be a good help to the reader during her period. She lies on top of him, snuggling with her back or belly, and on her back or belly, which she has open, he places his comfortably hot hand

Awww how cute!

Of course I will!

The failed negotiation

Acdc x fem reader

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Tw: nothing! Just fluff!

"Don't you laugh at me like that!" You squeaked as Acdc kept chuckling. You pouted as he wiped his tears, making him arch his brow. "Why so mad my sweet?" You huffed "You laugh at my misery! It's so mean!" The nearly naked man tilted his head to the side as he hummed in amusement "No darling I just find your coping mechanism ridiculously funny! I mean...look at this room! The floor is covered with cotton candy packaging! If I hadn't found you soon enough you'd have hit a sugar rush and it'd have made your period worse!"

Your pout turned deeper as you slapped his biceps "You know nothing of mental health and depression!" He bit his lip, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked in his breath to stop himself from bursting into laughter again. He found your expression extremely cute, and the memory of the past few hours didn't help stopping him to laugh at you.

You mumbled a few mild curse words and shifted your place on his chest before his hand kept you steady on his lap "Ah-ah, you are not allowed to move remember? So just lay down!" His hands pushed you down before you could complain, and those arms of his kept you in place. "Oh come ooooon!" You protested. "No! You are not allowed to move an inch! You have to stay right here where you belong, don't worry about anything else.

"But I'm hungry!" You whined "Nope, you're not hungry, you think you are but you are not, after eating 20 bags of cotton candy while I was away your stomach is full enough for a few more hours, we will wait till dinner." "I have to make food!" You tried to push some sense into the giant that had laid on your couch with your body on top of him. "I will order food" "You know how to order food?" He nodded and made your eyes widen in amazement, he indeed was a fast learner, who knew a giant ancient man could get to know modern tech so fast? "B-but I don't have the money! " Acdc rolled his eyes "After all of these years being courted by me you must know when I'm with you I'll pay for whatever we do, you get to keep your hard-earned money for yourself..." how he found money was a mystery to you, but you knew he had the upper hand so you gave up and whined again as he shushed you.

Your head was pushed down onto his chest as the pleasant heat radiated from his body "You have stressed yourself out, and then you've eaten too much cotton candy to soothe your nerves while you are on your period and your heating pad is broken, and when I come into your house and take you to the bathroom, wash your sugar covered body, massage those tired muscles and then dress you up and offer you a good long nap it's something bad? Abusing your body is not but my affection is?"

You couldn't help but feel sleepy as he rambled about your life choices, your body feeling lighter and lighter as you gave into him. "Thank you Ac but we both know you snuck in, I didn't give you permission today..." You mumbled as loud as you could, making him chuckle as his chest rumbled gently with his deep voice "I don't need permission when my sweet soon-to-be-mate is in distress!" You hummed as your eyelids grew heavy, the heat increasing as his veins pulled a blanket on top of you, the warmth making your pain go away as you drifted to sleep. "Sleep well my little fairy!"

#blue answers #fem reader #ACDC #esidisi #jojo #jojo bizarre adventure #Acdc x reader #period time!#pillarman x reader #pillarmen

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millionancientbees · 4 months

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Something I don’t see talked about is the full on exhaustion and eventual helplessness that comes from constantly going without.

You’re ill mentally and physically. You can’t work but you can’t get disability. You constantly lose access to your insurance and food stamps because DHS just actively does not care, so you’re constantly scrambling for help. Fund raisers. Small gigs you can do. Then you can’t get transportation because you can’t afford car insurance or your car breaks down or you were too poor to have one in the first place. You live in an area with limited bus routes if there is one at all. Your teeth start to rot but you can’t afford to have anything done, so half of the food people give you is hard to eat. You dumpster dive but can’t afford the vinegar to process the produce or the bleach to process the packaged goods. Maybe you’re lucky and there’s a little ceasars or a donut place near you, so you can live off of those finds for a while, but then the smell of pizza makes you nauseas.

You haven’t had a good therapist in years, and when you do have insurance you can only get in to see your Medicaid provided therapist once a month. Picking up your medication is hard. Every month you’re begging people to help you cover your rent, or you get into a relationship with someone who will give you free housing but now you are completely beholden to them, and who knows when that’s going to take a bad turn.

Everyone tells you to apply for section 8 but you are on the wait list and it’s 2 years long. You could get fast tracked if you went to the shelter, but you can’t find a shelter with openings. If you can, you have to give up all of your agency and all of your belongings and be subjected to rules for children, but worse, and not a single shelter takes Covid seriously and you’re disabled, so you risk becoming more disabled or dying just by being in your room with your roommates. If you’re very, very lucky you don’t get assaulted or abused. If you have religious trauma you’re triggered constantly because almost every shelter is a religious based organization. You have no choice.

The decision fatigue and the exhaustion and the stress pile up to the point where every “solution” that someone can give you makes you want to rip out your hair and scream like a feral animal in the street. Every single one requires you navigate a poorly built website or spend .5-3 hours on hold just to be sneered at for not understanding how things work. They make you jump through 15 hoops and then give you crumbs. This is what you deal with for every need you must meet; insurance, food, housing, internet, phone bill, transportation, mental health care, physical health care.

Your friends become fatigued by your constant state of emergency. They can only show up for you and save you so many times before they start getting frustrated that you’re not doing more to help yourself. Then you stop doing the things at all, because they’re costing you more spoons than you have, and people say it’s your fault.

Eventually you get to a point where you can’t accept that things are your fault because they shouldn’t have happened in the first place. Everyone who talks about their vacations or fun weekends becomes grating because you’ve needed new shoes and deodorant for six months. You start lashing out because you feel like a raw nerve from the moment you wake to the moment you go to sleep. You lose your final pieces of support as a result.

Now what?

#poverty #capitalism kills

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myfriendskickass · 9 months

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we still need to clean the house (still doing basement maintenance) and i need to find adhd friendly ways to clean frequently enough to eliminate all my OTHER environmental allergies first bc i am allergic to cats technically but if/when i get a new cat i cant just LEAVE THEM smh

@vergess does this sound like mcas to you

brief allergy history overview for context:

allergic to dust, pollen (esp ragweed), cat and dog dander, mold, cigarette smoke apparently?? a couple of other things supposedly idr i got dx'd in 1999

was on allergy meds of various kinds from age 5 to present plus allergy shots starting every 2 weeks graduating to every month. meds i REMEMBER taking (remember i started at age 5.): zyrtec twice a day rx until it went otc (idr dosage), rhinocort (idr if rx or otc). stopped that at some point idr when or why. rx patanol twice a day. saline nose spray twice a day. allergy shots never make me react more than some itchiness.

got the cat in 8th grade. allergist was NOT happy about it. reaction was itchy eyes for like 2 weeks that eventually stopped.

went to college in early 2010s. allergist said i dont need shots anymore. no access to allergist meant i stopped using the patanol unless my eyes got SUPER itchy because at the time it was rx only. continued to take otc generic zyrtec 10mg twice a day. (i was on liquid until like high school bc i couldnt swallow pills so when i switched to pills i continued the same dosage which...is HONESTLY pediatric now that i think about it, but even at 18 it still worked? i was still very skinny though)

then 3 years into college i started getting acid reflux so bad i couldn't eat plain lettuce. got an endoscopy done. got dx'd with eosinophilic esophagitis. got put on 40mg sodium pantoprazole (insurance would not cover nexium.) once a day. (COINCIDENTALLY GAINED A LOT OF WEIGHT AFTER THIS HMM)

went back to same allergist i have been seeing since i was 5. got a skin test done. was told i was MORE reactive (especially to cat :() than i was in 1999...all from 3 years without allergy shots? at least on the skin test. started shots again. got blood tested for food allergies. results seem to fluctuate whether i ate that thing before testing (ie whether it comes up as higher than what the bloodwork calls "level 0/equivocal") two constant and consistent results are hazelnuts and carrots (which have ALWAYS given me acid reflux)

i go back to gi with these results. they tell me i might have GERD. (allergist, when told of my eosinic dx, says "ugh i hope not, you need a liquid diet to deal with that."). second endoscopy after a month on the proton pump inhibitor. acid damage is healing. they tell me its safe to stay on pantoprazole long term.

fast forward to today, 9 years later. i take 10 mg of zyrtec otc twice a day. i tried flonase, did nothing. allegra is too hard to swallow. getting monthly allergy shots. rinse my nose out with saline when i remember to. take otc patanol extra strength once a day (package says to and its easier to remember than twice a day). i skip pantoprazole until the acid reflux gets very bad because 1. makes me gain weight 2. unsure about how safe it is long term 3. i just forget sometimes. i stopped eating all food allergens EXCEPT dairy because whether whey shows up as an ige allergy seems to fluctuate and also i love cheese. i am working on it.

SYMPTOMS, though: constant post nasal drip. (no change from childhood.) nose is stuffier but managed with saline. general constant low level cold symptoms (stuffy nose, very rare slight cough) eyes water only if i forget to use eyedrops. sometimes i get itchy but no hives, no redness. acid reflux when i skip the ppi or eat carrots. i gave up nutella entirely because nut allergies can apparently get worse out of the blue very fast. ragweed season gives me watery eyes and stuffy nose almost 24/7 but no wheezing or breathing issues. ANIMAL DANDER, my biggest concern, gives me itchy watery eyes DEPENDING on how clean the environment is. (i was completely fine in a small house for 12 hours with 4 cats and 3 dogs, fine in my sister's house for 6-8 hours with a shibe, but not fine in a house with 3 cats thats never vaccuumed, and not fine in my sister's car that had no shibe in it.) (not fine is still just minor eye symptoms)

cat died in 2017 so i no longer have long term exposure but dander supposedly stays in the house right? towards the end of his life, we let him in my previously off limits room that had a knockoff hepa filter running 24/7 with no issues. he was not in my room 24/7. currently i have a purezone i think??? hepa filter running 8-6 hours a day because the blue light is required for it to function. i try to change it every 3 months but sometimes i forget.

i really want another cat...even though my allergist is of the "you shouldn't be exposing yourself to any allergens on purpose" mentality. she DOES think mcas exists. she also said its safe to take 10mg cetirizine hcl 4x a day. people tell me allergies can get worse with exposure over time but then how would allergy shots work?

things i wonder about and will ask her next appointment: i am no longer 18 and 90lbs soaking wet- is 10mg of zyrtec once a day enough? did i build a tolerance? should i go back to twice a day?

my current goals:

i will use saline more often. vaccuum and dust more. keep my air filter running 24/7. IF i get a cat, no access to my room ever. i will feed it that purina food scientifically proven to lower the amount of allergen in their dander.

my big fear is 1. i have mcas which makes any allergy exposure a risk 2. people are correct unfortunately and allergy exposure DOES make it worse and that getting a cat now will give me anaphylaxis in the future :( (but then how do allergy shots work???)

i have never experienced anaphylaxis. i have never needed an epi pen. i never needed benadryl.i still don't react to the allergy shots. reactions to pet dander are mild annoying itchy eyes that depend on how clean the area is and also don't always last for the entire time i am exposed anyway. but my bloodwork shows inflammation a lot but no doctor has ever been concerned.

is this mcas??? it kind of looks more like i got sloppy with cleaning and med taking and also possibly built up a tolerance to zyrtec/gained enough weight that 10mg/a day is not enough anymore? allegra did nothing when i switched but i was also taking it 1x a day

my PLAN was get on top of every other allergen so that cat dander is the only thing i am exposed to on a daily basis BUT if this looks more like my allergies overall are just getting worse, i don't want to risk getting a cat just to have to rehome it.

lol sorry this adhd ramble was prompted by pc advice

i am NOT asking for medical advice! i am asking 1. what to ask my doctor in a way that wont make her fire me as a patient for getting a cat (right now she just says "its different when you own one" but i had one for 11 years with no issue so???) 2. does this match your experience as somebody with mcas

#shitpost #long post #have fun with my weird medical history

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battleangel · 7 months

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Who Cares About a Bunch of Dead Black & Brown People?

"Canadian wildfires" from this summer, if you remember them, were a "100 wildfires that started simultaneously in Canada". Yeah, okay.

Yet, if you recall, all the videos on the news and social media were of the smoke that completely filled and covered the sky on the east coast of the U.S. like a literal alien attack movie, like ID4.

People on social media reported seeing mushroom clouds and bombs being tested in NYC.

This is because the government was testing alien weaponry including bombs.

Right after the "Canadian wildfires", a former CIA director admitted in a Congressional hearing that "non-human remains" aka alien remains had been found by the government for years.

During this time this past summer, record levels of air pollution and toxicity were reported on the east coast as well as record humidity.

Yes, due to climate change but also due to government testing of confiscated alien weaponry and bombs that polluted the air and created unheard of levels of humidity.

Climate change has been known for decades and yet nothing real has been done about capitalism which drives every aspect of climate change, from the destruction of the rainforest by fast food conglomerates, to greenhouse gas emissions fueled by the auto industry, factory farming practices responsible for ethane from animal feces which is a huge climate change contributor plus all the millions of gallons of water required, drilling for oil, oil spills, oceanic pollution from non-biodegradable trash that ends up in the ocean, endless Amazon warehouses, endless SHEIN & Amazon landfills, air conditioning house at 70 degrees at all times, endless cars clogging the highway all rushing to nowhere to sit in traffic to waste the day away inside in a building wasting your life away for a paycheck & benefits, emitting pollutants out of your exhaust pipe smoke smog killing the environment depleting the ozone layer creating smog difficult to breathe, dirty machines belching smoke and gas on concrete highways to hell.

Yet noone does anything about rampant overconsumption, wastefulness, mindless spending, mindless buying, keeping up with the joneses, wasting money at IKEA, buying furniture to impress guests that never even come over, consumerism, materialism, oversized portions of food at restaurants, fast fashion worn today thrown in a landfill tomorrow, private jets killing the environment flying to nowhere for nothing, drones delivering Amazon packages that nobody needed in a day much less an hour and nobody does anything but to demand Amazon Prime deliveries in half an hour and Elon Musk is colonizing Mars and Bezos is flying rich wypipo to the moon.

This weekend, IGN via Bloomberg reported 50k year old zombie viruses being released due to climate change causing Siberian glaciers to melt.

Government wants disabled, immunocompromised, elderly, lower income black and brown people gone. As many as possible.

Whoever else dies is just collateral damage.

Why?

Because by 2030, white people will become the minority in the US if current birthing trends continue and they will be replaced with blacks and hispanics making up the majority as their birth rates are much higher than white peoples especially amongst hispanics.

The elites are using the government to do whatever it can to reduce and delay this trend before white people become the minority in the US.

The government also wants to reduce Medicaid and Medicare enrollment as well as the money spent on these programs and what better way to do that than weaponizing viruses (COVID & 50k year old "zombie" viruses) via policies to kill off lower income food service, fast food and big box retail employees, people living in inner cities, disabled and the elderly, the majority of whom are black and hispanic?

Look at Beyonces and Taylor Swifts concerts over the summer, all the crowds and unmasking despite an increase in COVID cases, mutated COVID cases and long COVID cases with severe health consequences including extended hospitalizations and lung damage.

Why did noone care that this COVID resurgence was happening alongside the Eras and Renaissance tours with literally over a million people in attendance, extremely large crowds gathering with a real chance of concert attendees infecting one other?

Because, as we saw with George Floyd and the temporary black squares on Instagram, once the performative virtue signaling stage of COVID was over, nobody gave a fuck anymore and the elites know most people dont really gaf about poor, disabled, elderly black & brown people so the new COVID mantra became "stay tf inside if youre vulnerable, I aint wearing a mask to Eras or Renaissance cuz I look tew cute".

They correctly surmised people were o-v-a-h it and most had been summoned back to their wage slave 9 to 5 life of drudgery so they knew people wouldnt complain about the concerts as they had already done their "say her name Breonna Taylor" performative virtue signalling bullshit and now they wanted to shake their dreads to Slayonce and Taylor.

Who cares about a bunch of dead poor, disabled, elderly black & brown people anyway?

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twstchaos · 2 years

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Original Character: The Gremlin

Introducing: The Gremlin!!

Technical Information

Name: Missy Chievous

Japanese: ミッシー・シェヴェズ

Romaji: Misshii Shevezu

Nickname(s): Cuttlefish (Floyd), Mademoiselle Shifter (Rook)

Biographical Information

Gender: Female

Pronoun: She/Her

Age: 16

Birthday: April 1

Starsign: Aries

Height: 150cm

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Lavender

Homeland: Harveston

Family: Yvette (Mother), Laurence (Father)

Professional Status

Dorm: Diasomnia

School Year: First

Class: 1-B (No. 2)

Occupation: Student, Resident Zero-Braincelled Gremlin

Club: Magical Shift

Best Subject: Practical Magic, Flight

Fun Facts

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Soup

Least Favorite Food: Used to not like spicy foods but after getting begging for free meals from Jamil, Missy gained a spice tolerance.

Dislikes: Undercooked vegetables in soup

Hobby: pRaNks

Talents: Quick at card games

Appearance:

Missy is a very short girl with lavender hair chopped into a messy bob at chin length. Her bangs fall over the sides of her face, framing it. Missy’s bangs cover more of her face on the right. She has bright green eyes that twinkle whenever chaos is afoot. Missy wears the standard Night Raven Academy female uniform consisting of the black blazer over her green, gold-lined vest, short skirt with white knee-high socks, a black and white striped bowtie, and black sneakers. Her Diasomnia armband is wrapped around her arm several times to keep it from slipping off. Lilia definitely had his way with helping the previous gremlin decide how to wear her dormitory uniform. Her stylized outfit consists of a white dress shirt with a black necktie, the black belted-corset over her shirt, and her school uniform skirt. The spools of thread attached to her belt are usually always empty as she uses it to sew clothes. As her dorm coat was much too big for her, Missy altered it to match her better. However, she wears it over her right shoulder, letting it fall behind her. She wears grey leggings under her Diasomnia boots.

Personality:

On the surface, Missy is a chaos-loving gremlin. Her absolute favorite thing to do is pranking people but never with malicious intent, only harmless pranks…that may unintentionally cause pain. Sorry, Jamil and Rene. She is chaos incarnated into a fun-sized package. However, she is also really a sweet and caring girl. Only those who she is close to have seen both her chaotic side and her softhearted side. Because of her childhood, connections and bonds that she makes are very important to her; her lifelong friendship with Epel being the most important one. Towards people that Missy has a bond with, she is very trusting and loyal, albeit a bit clingy. Additionally, she is worst when it comes to academics but is best at doing magic instead of learning about it: the zero-braincelled gremlin part of her.

Background: Missy did not have the best relationship with her parents growing up. Because of her bloodline, which was full of powerful mages, her parents, Yvette and Laurence, expected a lot out of her magical abilities. Upon reaching the age of which young children begin to exhibit the capability to use magic, Missy was unable to cast a spell. This disgraceful display of incompetence was the turning point in the family’s relationship. At the age of five, she began to use magic, and despite how much she tried to make her parents notice her, it was much too late to fix what had been done. Soon after her ability to cast magic surfaced, Missy’s Unique Magic made itself known as well. Far from their family’s place of origin, Missy resided in the mountainous woods a little ways from Harveston proper. After many failed attempts at getting her parents to recognize her magical abilities, she began to stray farther and farther away from her house, coming to the outskirts of the village of Harveston. During one of her strolls through the woods, the little girl met a little boy, Epel Felmier. The two of them became fast friends, the chaotic and feral terrors of Harveston. Missy, alongside Epel, was accepted to attend and enroll into the prestigious Night Raven College and assigned into the dorm of the Thorn Fairy, Diasomnia.

Abilities and Unique Magic:

Because of her lineage of strong and powerful mages, Missy has large magic reserves which allows her to use magic without the worry of accumulating excess amounts of blot and can use strong spells for her age.

Missy’s Unique Magic is called “Transform Me”. Her spell allows her to change her appearance while requiring little amounts of magic. Depending on how much of her appearance she wants to change, determines the amount of magic her Unique Magic utilizes. Minor alterations such as changing hair color, hair length, or eye color (minor alterations mainly concern changes to color) use little magic and can be subconsciously maintained for a long time. Major changes such as adding appendages or changing height use a moderate amount of magic with some conscious thought of maintenance. Full body transformations require the most amount of magic and complete concentration.

Incantation: "I am the greatest, and I'll make the rules. Zim zabberim bim, Transform Me." (Only said when doing a complete transformation.)

She is twisted from Madam Mim from Disney’s The Sword in the Stone

and Morgan le Fay from Arthurian legend.

More information will come out in the future~

#twisted wonderland #twst #twstoc #twst oc #twisted wonderland original character #diasomnia #missy chievous #the gremlin #chaos gremlin #mad madam mim #morgan le fay #twst malleus #twst meme #meme template #twisted-ocs #art #original art #original character

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bluetooththereptilethethird · 2 years

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Someone asked: Fem! reader and Esidisi? I think he would be a good help to the reader during her period. She lies on top of him, snuggling with her back or belly, and on her back or belly, which she has open, he places his comfortably hot hand.

Failed negotiation

Fem reader x ACDC

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Tw: nothing! Just fluff!

#fem reader #acdc #Esidici #jojo #pillarmen #pillar men #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo part 2 #ACDC

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griffin-black · 1 year

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‘My Ordinary Life’ - The Proxies (Chap. II)

Author’s Note: I recommend reading this on Ao3 or Quotev.

Chapter Two

He Is

'He Is. He's the Shining and the Light without whom I cannot see. And He Is Insurrection. He Is Spite. He's the force that made me be.'

When Toby woke in a glade miles from his home, he was certain he had awakened in Heaven. The idle air was warm and gainful and felt like a great big pair of arms welcoming him with a tight hug. There was a small, cool breeze brushing over his skin, through his hair and through oak leaves and pine needles. Tall blades of grass cuddled close to his skin, perfuming the air with a sweet scent, earthy and green, and every breathful of the woods was crisp and filling, so rich with oxygen, he felt he would never have to take another breath again.

The forest breathed with sounds of life. A stream of water trickled nearby, various birds and critters twittered and chirped, hopping and taking flight off the tops of the highest boughs, and the branches creaked and the leaves sang jovially with the winds. The serenity of nature’s orchestra had a mystical effect, as though he had stumbled into a wonderful dream, woefully drunk. Only hoping he could lay there immortally, Toby’s eyelids slowly lifted to the explosion of green he was greeted with. A small collection of stones covered in moss was to his side and nothing but open forest was everywhere else. It was so peaceful, Toby couldn’t decide to drift back to sleep or to remain awake since both would be just as effective in rejuvenating his energy. Lulling away and swaying dreamily, he was reminded of a time he had got himself lost in the woods just beyond his backyard. But it wasn’t nearly as relaxing and magical as it was now. Now instead of the icy bite of night and the rotten breath of death condensating against his neck, there was a tepid breeze and the rosy promise of bliss, tranquility and finally . . . at last . . . silence. The affirmation of quietude was enough to restore his lost energy from the previous night and he felt himself bubbling with excitement at the thought of what was coming next. Because for once he could do as he wished. Then, even more happy thoughts flooded his head. He wouldn’t have to hear his mother’s bone rattling trill anymore, or Paul’s thundering footsteps up the flight of stairs to his room, or the heart-wrenching creaking of the house as it swayed dangerously during storms, his throat wouldn’t burn at the nauseating, overpowering perfume of his mother’s lavender scented dryer sheets, or the toxic stench of lemon cleaner and bleach on all the counters and floors, nor the musk of the house’s molding and decrepit foundation or the putrid stench of Paul’s hair gel fused with the unmistakable fragrance of alcohol. He won’t have to swallow another sandy bite of burnt food or horribly processed packaged meals blasted in the microwave, or taste the gut punching tang of metal on his tongue. He will never have to see Paul’s foul mug or the way his fists shook madly whenever his temper had risen with his drink, or his mother’s twitching lip, crossed arms, and tapping heel, or the family portrait resting on top of the fireplace, mocking Toby with its shattered frame and dusty glass every time he walked past it, again. All the tragedy was behind him now. All of that was over. He could finally move on with his life, move past everything and forget what came before. He could do anything now. He could learn to drive, finally or maybe even get a job at some fast food or retail place! Toby’s mind ran rampant with possible opportunities and hypotheticals. But he realized the more he thought, the darker everything seemed to become. The dark continued to creep in until eventually, he was rolled over onto his side, hugging his knees and shaking his head. Who was he kidding? He was and forever will be a murderer. He killed someone, stripped them of their life and their memories . . . their soul, even . . . in cold blood. Killing isn’t reversible. It leaves a permanent stain on your soul that only blackens and rots as time stretches on, only for it to crumple and wither away to ash at the very end. There were no opportunities for killers. Not even options. Jail or death. Those were the options. Either fess up, get caught and end up decaying in prison for the rest of your life or avoid the police and starve to death out in the wilderness. Painfully, slowly, miserably. Neither option was particularly attractive. Toby began to unknowingly chew on the flesh of his thumb, trying to plan out his next mode of action. But he quickly understood that he was utterly defeated. There was no point in trying to plan his next move, because there was no next move to be made. He was far beyond the point of no return. No Doctors, no nurses, no meds . . . not to mention no water or food . . . I’ll be dead before the sun rises tomorrow. Then he went rigid. A gust of wind thrashed into his back and he immediately ceased what he was doing. Sitting up, his shoulders hugging his ears, he couldn’t help feeling odd, almost dizzy. All the joy and life seemed to drain from around him. The trees rotted and greyed. The dirt winded to dry sand. And the once sweet smelling air of flowers and crisp earth became ashen and stale. There was no sound but gritty static like ants crawling into his brain and the world unnaturally slipped into dusk, then twilight. An overbearing energy radiated from behind him, powerful and spine tingling, causing the hairs on his arms and skull to stand. His stomach began to flip and swirl around, creating an immeasurable amount of nausea so he brought a hand to his chapped lips. He had felt this feeling before. He had always felt this when — Toby whirled around and all his suspicions were immediately confirmed. He recognized the source of the supernatural occurrences instantly. He gasped. A completely white, faceless head slowly turned towards him. ‘You!’ A ghoulish and spindly creature loomed over him. It was as tall as a lamppost and wore an ink black suit. Skeletal claws hung dangerously from thin arms, threatening to snap from the weight of the gaunty hands. It was swaying slightly as it appeared in and out of existence, like it was struggling to maintain its physicality. It was ghostly in its movement almost like some spirit or alien taking the form of an unearthly, stretched man. It weaved in and out of the trees blending in like a camouflaged animal so perfectly. Its movements were so seamless Toby had trouble believing if it had been moving at all or if the world had been moving around it. He felt like prey just sitting there so slowly, he stood up. Then started extravagantly. ‘My Child,’ It croaked, somehow managing to speak without a mouth. ‘It Is Not Time For Your End.’ Its voice was gravely and rumbled greatly like thunder, but a velvety croon was present beneath the threatening layer of terse and concise phrasing. Toby remained still, biting his lip nervously. This thing that stood before had to be some sort of demon or devil. What else could it be? Did it want him to speak? Or would it be displeased with his interruption? Some dark presence told him that aggravating the terrifying, suited creature was something he would have to avoid if he wanted to survive this encounter. But before Toby could make up his mind whether to remain silent or not, the sky blackened to night and it spoke once more. ‘I Have An Offer.' 'An offer?" He mumbled. The creature suddenly vanished. Toby's heart leapt. 'Take My Hand.' The creature's voice rumbled from behind Toby, causing him to whirl around. 'Walk With Me Down This Path To The Seventh Heaven And Shed Your Mortal Skin. Reach The Was Intangible Immortal Heights And Hatch, Reborn, To A World Where Suffering Is But A Fallacy, A Paradox. A Lie. 'Walk With Me And You Will Never Again Feel Pain. Your Worst Recollections Locked Away, Held Captive, Never To Be Remembered. And, So Long As You Are Loyal To Me, Never Again Will Your Ears Be Graced By The Wretched Laughter Of Death. 'Walk With Me To A World That Knows No Sorrow . . . Toby.' The world around them seemed to melt away and a strong sense of warmth flushed over him. Though the creature was clearly powerful and its appearance was nothing short of horrifying, Toby felt he could trust it. It had his back many times before. It would appear outside his bedroom window whenever his Step Father, Paul, was preparing to enter his room, as a warning. A few times it had spoken to him in his dreams, providing him with advice and a welcome hand. 'What do you want me to do?' He asked. The creature remained silent for a moment. 'Death Is Necessary, But You Have Shown Me That You Are More Than Capable Of That Task.' Toby winced, a strange feeling bubbled from his insides at the recollection of what he had done. It paused, seeming to know what he was feeling. Then, out of the blue, phasing into existence, blurry visages of people began playing all around him in white, foggy clouds. Like various movies and television shows were broadcasting through them, different scenes and scenarios played out through muted palettes. He noticed one immediately. A school yard blanketed in dark storm clouds and a small circle of children next to a yellow slide. Toby recognized instantly the boy in the center. It was him. The kids in the cloud began to kick, spit, and jeer at him. He was cowering on his side, clasping his hands around his ears. The bulkiest kid made an ugly face down at him, as though he was nothing but a beetle. ‘Why did you even come back this year?’ He snarled. Toby remained silent, shaking with his arms over his head. ‘Well?’ The kid kicked him in the gut. He made a horrible gag but didn’t wince, not once. This seemed to anger the boy. He motioned for his gang to continue kicking and shouting at Toby until the bell rang. Then left him stranded in the dirt, covered in blood that wouldn’t dry. He remembered that day. It was the first day of school in his sixth year. The year he dropped out of school. Toby grimaced darkly. ‘Death Is A Small Price To Pay For What I Can Give You . . .’ The creature spoke. Another memory stood out to him. A great, glittering pine tree stood proudly in the center of the warm living room, reflecting powerful reds and stunning golds. The fireplace was roaring happily, licking up all the cold, and fat, velvet stockings hung from its mantle, lumpy and filled to the brim with small trinkets, toys and candies. Dressed in fuzzy pajamas decorated with stars, planets, rocketships and astronauts, Toby crept quietly down the stairs. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and gave a hearty yawn before fully inspecting the living room, scanning it bemusedly. His uncombed hair flew everywhere and his expression was unreadable, even with the mountain of colorful packages beneath the tree. ‘Don’t You Remember?’ He must have been about six years old in this memory . . . he wasn’t even tall enough to reach the mantle. He stepped into the living room, the floorboards creaking softly. He remembered what happened next. Toby winced as his six year old self made a grotesque scowl. An expression he had never realized the severity of. Young Toby began to inspect the fireplace, robotically poking at it with the fire iron and watching hungrily as the embers drifted upwards. Suddenly, he stabbed the largest log and the embers shot outwards, a few landing on his exposed skin. His scowl darkened then, his gaze slowly lifted upwards to the obese stockings. His eyes drifted across the row of red and landed on the fourth and final stocking. A golden embroidered ‘R’ decorated its top, just beneath the plastic, white fur and sparkled as it caught light. Toby made a strangled sound and plump tears began to fall from his eyes. Squatting dangerously close to the fire, he brought his hands to his eyes as his shoulders bobbed up and down with every exasperate sob. ‘All The Pain . . .’ He continued to cry. Painful whines escaping his chewed lips. ‘The Suffering . . .’ A single stocking came crashing down from the fireplace, spilling its contents all over the rug. Toby peeked out from behind his hands and stared down at the stocking, decorated ‘T.’ It was his. Crawling closer to it, he saw a scramble of chocolate coins littered across the floor. There was a bright green dinosaur stuffed animal that fell just behind a red package and an astronaut action figure that crash landed just a few inches from him. This lightened up his tears just enough to cease his sobbing and he picked up the astronaut. He had on a white suit and a silver backpack that had shocking red letters stamped on it, ‘TOM.’ The space explorer had a handsome smile from behind his helmet and Toby stared at it lovingly. Looking like a normal child for the first time since the memory had started. ‘All The Misery . . .’ After a few lazy attempts at playing with the figure, he had decided to take it back up to his room and stood up from the floor. But before he could fully face the stairs, a lump in the stocking caused him to turn back. Falling back to his knees he swiped the stocking and clamped its furry opening, searching it. Inside was a neatly folded piece of paper. Surprised, Toby quickly opened it up. But as he read it, not fully understanding its words, his scowl returned.

Hey, Hey, Tobster!

Merry Christmas!

Hope you enjoy this year's presents! Your Mom nearly nagged my ear off when I was picking these out for you, saying you needed to grow out of action figures and dinosaurs and outer space. Girls just don’t get us, do they little man? Anyway, I love you bud and hope you have a good Christmas this year.

— R

Toby’s face flushed red and he crumpled up the note, throwing it across the room. In a fit of rage he tore the remaining stockings from the mantle and snatched the furthest one, tossing it into the fire. Shaking in fury he glared at the stocking as it crumpled and burned beneath the flame, satisfyingly crackling and decaying black. But after a bit, the flame had stopped consuming the stocking and it remained only partially burned. This wasn’t enough for him. Sticking his bare hand into the flame, he grabbed the scorching stocking and threw it. He didn’t care where he tossed it, he only knew he felt much better afterwards . . . until he noticed the tree. Engulfed and now a torched inferno, the once beautiful christmas tree was turning to ash before his eyes. A deeply disturbing feeling slithered its way from his gut to his throat. Branches began to fall from the trunk and sparkling ornaments fell to the ground and shattered totally. Toby could only stare. When his Mother and sister finally discovered the fire, the firemen were called immediately to distinguish the flame. Toby glared at the yellow-uniformed men as they ran in and out of the house, dousing the tree with water, but what he hadn’t noticed in the moment was his Mother. Arms crossed and glassy eyed pointing at him, she whispered something to a fireman who made a similar face at Toby. Both disapproving and disgusted. Like they were watching a maggot writhe pathetically in a rotted corpse. The cloud evaporated and the memory washed away, melting colors, then nothing. Another memory phased into existence. A blonde girl was being thrown about by a much taller blonde, five o’clock shadowed man— but before it could play out, Toby yelled angrily and whisked it away. It fizzled slowly . . . then they all disappeared. ‘NO!’ He snarled. ‘Nothing about Paul. Nothing about Lyra. Nothing about them. Ever.’ Clenching his fists, Toby’s eyes were locked in the same spot that the memory once glimmered. He had forgotten the nuances of those memories, perhaps from his own will to forget them, but viewing them with a matured gaze infuriated him to a level he had only felt a short while earlier. When he killed his stepfather. The schoolyard bullies who continued to pester him through teenagehood, even after homeschooling, the firemen ‘Buddies’ that weren’t there when . . . and Paul. The bastard that had abused him and Lyra from the moment he stole his way into his Mother’s bed. They all deserved to die. Toby started as the creature spoke once more. ‘Everyone Has Done You Wrong. Everyone Ignored You Or Hurt You. It Is Time You Returned The Favor. The Promise You Made The Moment Their Lash Reached Your Back, It Is Time. ‘I Can Mold You Into Something Greater. Something . . . Powerful. My Child, I Offer You A Home. A Chance To Be What I Know You Were Always Meant To Become. . .’ He glanced up at it, face still foggy with the thought of his memories. 'My Proxy.' Toby began to chew on his lip. 'Like an agent.' It gave him a sort of nod. Then slowly outstretched a thin, pale hand. Toby stared down at his own shaking hands, weighing his nonexistent options, a weary grin began to trace across his face. He suddenly felt the air begin to stir and contort, like oxygen burning above a flame. 'O-Okay.' He said, taking the creature's hand. 'I'll do it.' Then . . . nothing. Toby was no longer holding the creature’s hand, in fact it had disappeared entirely. Dread trickled down his spine as he desperately tried to find the creature. But it was nowhere. ‘Hello?’ Toby yelled, clasping his arms around himself. ‘Hello? Hey! Where did you go? Hello—’ Suddenly, Toby no longer felt the grass beneath him. The world around him caved into a dark nothingness as he suddenly felt the air rushing past him. He was falling. Instinctively he reached his hands up, and shouted, but there was nothing he could possibly grab.The ground crumbled beneath him. His arms shot up, attempting to grab something to hold himself up, but he only caught air. He was falling. Voices began to cry from all around him, shouting at him, cursing him and . . . begging him. ‘PLEASE HELP ME! PLEASE, DON’T DO THIS— PLEASE!’ ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING? NO, NO, YOU CAN’T DO THIS! PLEASE!’ Toby clapped his hands over his ears. They were so loud. And so painful. ‘WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? NO. NO! DON’T DO THIS!’ The unrecognizable voices grew louder and louder, their cries even more desperate than the last. Then, just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Toby opened his eyes, though he didn't remember closing them, and sat up from the cold ground he was laying on. Wait a minute. Cold ground. He immediately smacked his hands against the stone like surface and felt an unfamiliar, sharp sensation tingling his skin. He gasped. Was this what cold felt like? He made an airy laugh before standing to his feet. It was pitch black, yet he could see the ground perfectly where he stood. Toby felt wildly uncomfortable in this place, but sighed, trying to will away that feeling. He began to walk forwards before he was stopped. Flexing every muscle in his leg, they wouldn't move an inch. He held his arms out and felt a force that was preventing him from moving any further, like similar ends of a magnet willing themselves from each other, the energy growing stronger the more they were pushed closer together. Toby didn't like this at all. He pushed with all his might against the invisible obstruction, but it wouldn't budge. He looked to his sides, thinking he could run along the side of it, but then fell to his knees, coughing madly. Clutching at his throat. A vile taste flooded his mouth, but all that was inside was the rapid air his lungs were forcing out. It was sour and bitter, like rinsing his mouth with vinegar, and he hated every second of it. Soon, his coughs grew so frequent and harsh he could barely swallow a breath. Slowly rising from the ground, pulling himself up with the invisible force, he began to trudge forward. The sound of his coughing seemed to absorb into the nothingness, cutting it short without a single echo. It was odd, considering up until this point Toby had yet to find a single object in this strange place. 'Lo?' He gagged, only managing to utter half of the word. He tried to call for the creature, but realized it hadn't told him its name. Did it even have one? 'Hello?' he graveled. But there was no response. Toby continued to trail along the force, clutching tightly onto his spasming gut, and suddenly thought that maybe he had made the wrong decision. He was having trouble believing something benevolent would trap him in a place like this. A void. Then the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Goose flesh prickled all the way down his spine and he stopped dead. Like bits of taut rope were suddenly tied to his wrists, they shot up into the air and out to his sides, completely out of his control. He tried with all his might to pull his arms down, but couldn't. A strange pressure filled his head, the kind of pressure he felt as his replacement to pain. But this pressure was mightier than anything he had ever felt. Toby winced, still pulling at his invisible ropes and then noticed a thin red string that had knotted around both of his wrists. He hadn't noticed them before. Did they just appear? 'Hey!' He shouted, glaring at the string digging into his flesh. His head shot straight back and into place and all he could do was look straight ahead. But there was nothing. What was he supposed to be seeing? His heart was pumping faster then it ever had before. Now he was scared. The creature appeared before him, motionless as ever, and only looked at him. Toby felt as though it was secretly mocking him for being so weak and powerless. 'What are you doing— Where are we? Why are you doing this?’ 'Silence.' It droned, sounding impatient. It flashed in and out of existence a few times, appearing in different spots each time before landing right in front of Toby, inches away from his face. Toby tried to turn his head away, but the creature only seemed pleased by his apparent struggle. It brought a long white finger to Toby's face and traced it down the side. The pressure in Toby's head quickly turned to a searing pain, boiling his brain. He cried out. He was abruptly thrown into the world of pain without introduction, and pain was worse then he could have ever imagined. His skull was going to split open. The creature stared at Toby with its nonexistent sockets and relished in his pain. 'The Pain Will Pass. All Of This Will Pass.' Toby had a hard time believing it. 'The Process Of Molding You Into My Proxy Is A Short One.' It then took great interest in Toby's left arm, examining it closely. It willed the sleeve to roll up and its face scanned up and down his arm. Toby couldn't help but think of how translucent his skin suddenly looked, like every vein was protruding and visible, he shifted around, disturbed at the thought of what it could do to him and just as he let his mind run rampant with disturbing thoughts, something very disturbing indeed occurred. The bony claw, sharp and dangerous, began to trace from Toby's jaw to his forearm. 'What are you---' His voice instantly stopped. He opened his mouth, but not even the rasp of an exhale parted from his lips. Then he understood why it did this. The claw tore deep into the flesh of his wrist, carving something into it. Toby at once tried to scream, but couldn't. Only the feeling of his throat constricting indicated he had even tried to speak at all. Toby couldn't even see what the creature was making as his head refused to turn in any direction, and opted to clench his eyes shut. The pain then transferred to his other wrist. The pain was so intense, the world behind his eyelids began to spin, he felt his soul press deep against his spine, trying desperately to free itself from the immense burning that blistered every inch of his skin. He immediately couldn't understand the level of pain he was experiencing throughout his entire body. All the pressure he had felt in place of pain had only ever been concentrated to the area of infliction, so how was every inch of him on fire? His bones felt twisted and out of place as though someone had reached inside and shifted them around, and he began to slip from consciousness. When he woke up, he was still in the black space. He could barely move his head out of his shoulders and blinked slowly. He wasn't sure how long he had slept, or if he had truly slept at all but he felt his thoughts forming incredibly slowly and the air became thick as tar. He could finally move his arms and gently massaged around the wounds on his wrists. He was working up the courage to get up and find a way out when he heard something that rattled his bones and turned his blood to sludge. 'Toby!' He immediately turned to the direction of the voice and broke into a desperate run. 'Toby! Toby, help me! Help me! Toby?' 'LYRA!' He shouted. 'LYRA WHERE ARE YOU?' A scream echoed throughout the empty limbo. He ran faster, his grogginess shedding off of him with every crazed step. Then, tripping extravagantly over his own feet, he crashed into the hard floor. The breath was knocked out of him and he clutched at his chest. 'Lyra . . .' He said thickly. The disembodied voice continued to scream. He knew the voice wasn't real, but if he was hallucinating her voice, maybe he could hallucinate seeing her too; actually seeing her. Tears began to stream from his eyes and he jammed the palm of his sore hands over his sockets. A quiet, miserable sob escaped his lips. 'TOBY!' Lyra screeched. Toby began to shake. Why was she here? What did she want with him; he didn't do anything. 'WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING ME? I'M YOUR SISTER, TOBY! TOBY, PLEASE. PLEASE!' 'SHUT UP!' Toby gasped. 'SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! YOU'RE NOT REAL. YOU'RE NOT HERE! YOU'RE DEAD!' He shouted. 'YOU'RE DEAD. YOU'RE DEAD. YOU'REDEADYOU'REDEADYOU'REDEADYOU'REDEADYOU'REDEAD!' The phantom of Lyra's voice continued to shriek like a banshee, droning above him and around him as though she were swimming through the air. He whimpered miserably as she screamed and screamed for hours.

Only when Toby woke up tied to a tree did she finally cease.

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The Indian food industry is constantly changing, and finding the perfect wholesale supplier for food packaging bags can be a very confusing task. The market presents plenty of options, leaving consumers feeling overwhelmed. To help you out, we've compiled a list of the top 10 wholesale food packaging bag suppliers in India for 2024.

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Experience: 40+ Years

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ISO (International Organization for Standardization)

Ministry of Micro, Small & Medium Enterprises

PlexConcil

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Experience: 40+ Years

Certificates

ISO (International Organization for Standardization)

FSSC 22000

GMP(Good Manufacturing Practice)

Popular Food Industry Clients

Nestle

Yogabar

Big Basket

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Almond House

Pedigree

Sleepy Owl

The Whole Truth

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Spices and Seasoning Packaging

Pet Food Packaging

Beverages and Other Liquid Packaging

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Old Moms Kitchen

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Certificates

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Salt Packaging

Pulses Packaging

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Rice Packaging

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Dreaming of a less wasteful holiday

It’s the season of parties, gifts and lots and lots of food. It’s also the season of buying more than we can use or eat, and then throwing it away.

Household garbage tends to increase around 25 percent in the weeks between Christmas and New Year’s Day in the United States, according to the Environmental Protection Agency[1]. The same is true in Canada[2] and other countries. And that’s not counting the stuff we will throw away in the near future, like a cheap T-shirt that falls apart after a few washes, or a plastic toy that quickly gets discarded. While we often think of the world’s environmental problems as being primarily about the toll of fossil fuels on the climate, they are also about the burden created by the absolute tonnage of stuff we buy and consume — the packaging, the toys, the fast fashion, which are often made with petroleum byproducts, and moved around the world by burning fossil fuels. And that’s especially true of the holiday frenzy of presents and parties.

We can, of course, do a lot better: Buying well-made, durable goods, giving experiences instead of objects, minimising food waste and composting the leftovers. Being thoughtful is the first step, said Daniel Hoornweg, a professor at the Ontario Tech University who has been studying waste for four decades. “When you buy something, think about where it came from and where it’s going,” he told me. “That’s half the battle.”

Moving the focus away from stuff

First, let’s look at some numbers.

The British waste 30 percent or more food during Christmas than at any other time of the year.[3]

In Canada, 540,000 metric tons of wrapping paper and gift bags are thrown out after Christmas each year.[4]

Holiday lights in the United States (as measured in 2008) consumed more electricity than El Salvador used in an entire year.[5]

There is room for improvement. We can be more mindful of the recycling and reusing potential of what we buy, plan on how we will use leftovers, and buy LED lights, which last longer and consume 90 percent less energy than incandescent bulbs.[6]

We can also move away from the need to buy so much stuff, by re-evaluating what we consider to be valuable. Typically, the richer people are, the more household waste they generate. Wealthy people rely more packaged foods, discard more cell phones and buy more toys that will soon break. The remedy may be giving a concert ticket instead of a gadget. (We have a guide for buying experiences rather than things from last year’s holiday season.)

A less wasteful lifestyle

There is no correlation between happiness and more stuff, as measured by waste generation, Hoornweg said. While happiness is hard to measure, we can compare countries by their human development index, which covers many dimensions of quality of life, like income, life expectancy and access to education.

Take Japan and Canada. Canadians produce about twice as much waste per person than the Japanese.

Japan is a lot more dense, people have smaller homes and don’t need cars to travel great distances as much, while in Canada people have bigger cars, bigger houses and eat more at fast-food restaurants that come with several layers of packaging. And yet, both countries have very similar human development numbers.

A lot of it comes down to culture.[7] My family is Brazilian, and we always serve multiple times the amount of food that is needed when we throw a party. My aunt’s husband, who is German, tries to serve roughly the amount that people will eat. When he cooks, the whole family collectively holds their breath in fear there won’t be enough food. But there always is.

Silpa Kaza, who studies waste at the World Bank, told me she once carried all her waste in her bag for a month to internalize how much she was producing. It made her more mindful. “I was so conscious of every decision I made,” she said. Today, she takes a collapsible container to a restaurant to bring leftovers home and no longer uses plastic produce bags in the supermarket. She told me cities and countries can take into account culture to induce better behaviour. For example, after South Korea implemented a collection system in the 1990s that charges people according to how much they throw away, total household waste generation fell by half.

We may need policies like that to change the trajectory of waste generation. Right now, it is expected to skyrocket from 2.24 billion tons in 2020 to 3.88 billion tons in 2050.[8] But a little mindfulness around the holidays is a good place to start.

Source

Manuela Andreoni, Dreaming of a less wasteful holiday, in: New York Times , 19-12-2023, https://www.nytimes.com/2023/12/19/climate/dreaming-of-a-less-wasteful-holiday.html?smid=nytcore-ios-share&referringSource=articleShare

[1] https://archive.epa.gov/students/web/html/holiday.html?campaign_id=54&emc=edit_clim_20231219&instance_id=110553&nl=climate-forward&regi_id=141866830&segment_id=153010&te=1&user_id=866583fecd30716f23f05f6d735f1807

[2] https://zerowastecanada.cdn.prismic.io/zerowastecanada/b8e24cb2-634c-4c28-8fa7-5adaab50e12d_Zero-Waste-Christmas.pdf?campaign_id=54&emc=edit_clim_20231219&instance_id=110553&nl=climate-forward&regi_id=141866830&segment_id=153010&te=1&user_id=866583fecd30716f23f05f6d735f1807

[3] https://www.nlwa.gov.uk/24-days-waste-free-christmas/day-1

[4] https://www.thestar.com/news/canada/canadians-will-throw-out-540-000-tonnes-of-wrapping-paper-and-gift-bags-this-christmas/article_21d40957-7387-5c1f-8a39-ccce898cfc80.html

[5] https://www.cgdev.org/blog/us-holiday-lights-use-more-electricity-el-salvador-does-year

[6] https://www1.eere.energy.gov/buildings/publications/pdfs/ssl/ssl_mypp2008_web.pdf

[7] https://www.who.int/europe/news/item/01-06-2022-can-culture-bring-new-meaning-to-waste

[8] https://openknowledge.worldbank.org/entities/publication/ba7feea4-0abe-59fb-bc60-ce6b60eb1ceb?campaign_id=54&emc=edit_clim_20231219&instance_id=110553&nl=climate-forward&regi_id=141866830&segment_id=153010&te=1&user_id=866583fecd30716f23f05f6d735f1807

#waste prevention #waste avoidance

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