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walnutcookie · 6 months

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HI QUESTIONS BECUAS IM SILLYAND YOURE SILLY TOO

Whats in each of your silly blorbos wardrobe?? :3

If they all played monopoly, who would win??

WHAT WOULD LANGUES REACTION BE TO . THE HORRORS THAT ROGUEFORT WENT THROUGH?? (sorry I love conceptual questions like this like this I needed t . need.)

Does cappuccino brew his own coffee? If so does he ever offer any coffee to Almond or is Almond too busy for that?

..How would each of them play fnaf 2? :3

How much time does Langue spend per day getting ready for work??

Does Almonds GIANT FUCKING coat ever hold him back?

Has roguefort ever gotten injured badly while scaling rooftops?

How does Walnut view Cappuccino?

brih! cheeseFUCK I'm keeping that

HI . LEM I LOVE YOU LITERALLY SO MUCH /P AUUAUGHBGKBK THANK YOU SO MUCHS <333333

under cut cause i typed a lot for these oopsss. Color coded for an easier read

1a) ALMOND CANONICALLY BUYS 10000 OF THE SAME SHIRT . LIKE HE HAS SPONGEBOB WARDROP SYNDROME HE WEARS THAT STUPID OUTFIT EVERY DAY !!! But also i would like to believe he owns One (1) divorced dad shirt. the button up floral ones

1b) as for walnut,,, i honestly dont know HVXKFBF She may be like her dad ? This one has stumped me </3 i actually do not know

1c) ROGUEFORT . They enjoy designing clothes and costumes so i think theyd have like a section of Normal Clothes, some of which theyve made themself, pretty casual but also somewhat formal (like their civilian outfit), and then theres a section just of costumes. Including their primary phantom thief ("phantom bleu") outfit !

1d) cappuccino. Dear godge. i think his closet doesnt even have clothes in it its just Junk or at least clothes he never wears. All the stuff on his floor is just various styles of shirts and pants and shit and he rummages around and finds whatever smells the Least like cigarettes and wears that. she has a TON of divorced dad shirts (or as she likes to call them Vacation shirts) which i think hed wear often, even just casually, but theres a shit ton of other random clothes. and probably like One Nice Suit thats in a ball in the corner next to his robe

1e) Langue . To be honest i think they just own a variety of clothes in the same color scheme as the suits they and their parents wear. like the red with the cyan accents. they also own a black suit for Fancy occassions and probably a dress for the same reason although they hardly ever wear it

1f) including truffle on here because. :3. She has a wide variety of clothes all custom made by chocolate bonbon !!! they are all fun elaborate dresses in an assortment of colors

2) langue probably. If they didnt win theyd start crying so everyone kind of lets them win/silly But like walnut langue and cappu would all be really competitive. Rogue is just having fun and almond is trying to keep everyone from being too competitive

3) OUUUGHHHHH . It depends on how much they know ,,, if they find out ALL OF IT and how rogue isnt at all who they thought they were theyd be SHOCKED like Oh my god you went through all that and yet you still look like :3??? what the fuck. If not theyd more just be incredibly confused and be like What The shit phantom thief lore runs deep how do they endure all of this

4) I THINK SO . Probably has a coffee maker in his office since he makes so much of it although she doesnt have very fancy stuff ,,,, he kind of just makes sloppy cappuccinos that vary in quality and amount of ingredients every time for Multiple reasons. too busy working, doesnt care at this point to make it properly, too tired, perhaps a combination. hes probably just had a cup of coffee beans in milk before LOLL She much prefers the Good Stuff from coffee shops and orders a bunch at once and then just drinks the nasty ones when she runs out. very used to drinking lukewarm/straight up cold coffee. But i think she would offer it to almond yeah :] dont know how often he would accept considering the,,,, questionable quality

5a) HELPPP THIS IS SUCH A FUN QUESTIOn . For almond i think hed be shaking in his boots the whole time and have a heart attack and die at his first jumpscare. Do not let that paranoid old woman near the keyboard dear godge.

5b) WALNUT WOULD ALSO BE TERRIFIED but stubborn as fuck because she HAS to beat this thing. (she would pretend to not be scared but both her and almond have peed thwir pants /JOK) SHE WOULD ALSO BE SUPER INVESTED IN THE LORE And come up with her own theories

5c) roguefort,,, Honestly im not sure HXBDKFG i think theyd just be really confused rhe whole time and not get the hang of it. Theyre startled by the jumpscares, not exactly terrified, but they cant figure out the patterns and stuff very well

5d) cappuccino is Immune To The Horrors he would just stare at the screen with a blank face and probably fall asleep on the keyboard during night 3. It takes him an incredibly long time to finish but she does it for 8 hours straught and finishes in one day

5e) langue would be Easily startled and get EXTREMELY FRUSTRATED when they fail but theyd be stubborn and do it anyways

5f) bonus truffle again. she wouldnt understand that shes supposed to play the game because shes never played a video game before. also thinks all the scary animatronics are cute and just spends the whole time having someone open the cams for her so she can go "aww!!! what a sweet little bunny! so sweet!" and when they jumpscare her she thinks its a hug

6) taps chin. They get up at 6am (or earlier,) i imagine they spend at least 30 minutes in the shower, then another 30 doing their hair, their parents probably make them breakfast and coffee,,,, soo an hour and a half possibly ?

7) OH ABSOLUTELY. have you SEEN how big that thing is he is a WEAK OLD WOMAN who cant even lift a brick its probably breaking his back. I cannot tell you how many times hes tripped over that thing. it probably gets caught on a bunch of random objects too HVDSLBEKDBF

8) ABSOLUTELY. Theyve totally cut themself on sharp rocks and had a few extra rough falls ,,,, i have this headcanon for a spell that makes you feel the pain of an injury all at once for 12 hours and then after the huge spike of pain youre free until the spell wears off !! Healing magic in my fanon is pretty rare just as to not be overpowered so they use that spell to make it easy to escape and treat the wound later when theyre in a safe place. :] they also have a spell to get bloodstains out of clothing

POINTS . thats her Auntie Cap. cappu likes to give her little gifts every time he sees her like plushies and new detective novels and candy (it is his love language) :] She thinks hes very cool and probably ignores all of his unhealthy habits because cappu isnt around her enough for her to realize how unhealthy he is anyways HBKXB

10) brih! cheese THANK YOU AGAIN SO MUCH AAUUUHHHH GENUINELY THIS mADE ME SO SOSOSOSOOS HAPPYY<333 YPURE THE BEST WAAHH SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

#🎉 asks #🎉 rambles

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butcherlarry · 1 year

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Everything You Didn’t Want to Know About Pork Quality (DFD Edition)

I'm about to nerd out on everyone, so sorry in advance 😁

(There is also a little tidbit about how this can relate to the TV show Hannibal too)

(if you are squeamish about meat or pictures of meat, please skip. There is also a very very brief mention of animal death, so if you don’t like that, please skip as well. Take care of yourself!!)

Today at work, we were trimming pork ham insides (slap the inside part of your thigh and it's the same muscle), and one of them was DFD (dark, firm, dry). You can see in the picture below. To the left is DFD, and the right is normal pork.

Here is the flip side! You can still see the difference.

To make sure it wasn't blood splash (another meat quality issue), I cut into the very dark part. If it was blood splash, there would be bright red dots all over the area. As you can see, there are none.

What causes this? It's stress! More specifically, chronic (long term) stress. It's more likely to be seen in the winter (It's December now!), because the animal is dealing with a stressor (the cold weather) for a long period of time.

Why does this happen? The animal uses up all the energy (ATP) in the body to deal with this stress. Then, when the animal is harvested (slaughtered, if you want to use the less academic term ((yeah, I know it's weird word to use, don't get me started))), the carcass doesn't have a lot of energy (ATP) left over when it goes through anaerobic metabolism, and not a lot of lactic acid is produced (the anaerobic metabolism and the lactic acid produced is what causes your muscles to feel sore when you exercise for the first time after a while).

Since there is not a lot of lactic acid in the carcass, the pH doesn't drop (less acid!), so the pH is around 6 to 6.3, closer to water (7, which is neutral. Meat is normally around 5.6-5.8). This higher pH makes the muscle fibers want to hold on to water, so the water in the meat doesn't release as much, making the meat look dry and feel a bit sticky. Since there is more water being held in the meat, it feels firm to the touch also. The meat appears dark because more myoglobin (the protein that gives meat its color) being held in the meat. Myoglobin is water soluble (water dissolves it), so when water comes out of the meat, the myoglobin does too (which doesn’t happen in this case).

(Side note, this is the liquid you see in the package of meat in the meat case of the grocery store. It’s called purge. It’s not blood, like what people usually call it. If it was blood, the liquid would be darker and would coagulate, like blood!)

Why is this a meat quality issue? Well, look at the pictures! It doesn’t appear normal. If a customer sees this in the meat case, they are less likely to purchase it. Also, the pH is closer to neutral (7). Nasty spoilage microbes like pHs closer to neutral, so this meat will probably spoil faster too.

What can this be used for? This pork inside is actually going to get ground up, along with some more pork insides. This will dilute the color and pH difference, so it shouldn’t affect the product I make out of it. If I had a bunch of pork insides like this, then I would have a problem.

If I was to cook this up and eat it, it would be fine. It’s not harmful at all (as long as it’s not spoiled). If anything, it will probably be juicier than the pork inside next to it, since it has more water being held in the meat. I think it might have a metallic taste, but with enough seasonings, that would hide that.

It’s not often that I get to see something like this! With the improvements in pork quality and animal handling throughout the years, it’s only in extreme cases this happens. Besides this time, I’ve only seen this once, maybe twice (and I used to work in a pork packing plant!).

Well, I hope whoever read this learned something interesting about meat science! I used to lecture about this when I helped out in the meat science classes at my university, and when I did the county fair carcass show circuit in my state. If I find anything else interesting that passes through the lab I work in, maybe I’ll post it here. And, when I become brave enough and/or more people become interested, I’ll open up my asks ;)

(OH and fun fact, when Hannibal talks about meat tasting frightened, THIS IS WHAT HE IS TALKING ABOUT. THIS IS ONE OF THE CAUSES).

((along with pse pork, but that’s another issue entirely))

#meat science #science #ham #pork #food #meat #about me #nerding out about what you're passionate about #that's what i like to do #:)#hannibal #i guess?#i did mention that I suppose

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alexas-fandom-and-random-blog · 2 years

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Give me 10 reasons you ship Strixxie

Ohohohooo! You don't come to my askbox drop this and expect me not to go ballistic I hope!

You asked for it so you shall receive!

1) Aesthetic!

Yeah really. They look so good together. Striker is hot, Moxxie is a cutie. The height difference. Their whole similar but also very different design.

It's just pleasing to the eye �� Plus I got a thing for demons and tails and there are so many ways that's been showcased in fanart I'm quite the happy shipper here 😊

2) Protagonist/Antagonist.

Almost all of my obsessive ships have had this dynamic. I don't know why I'm so drawn to it but I am. Crazy potential for witty dialogue and forbidden sexual tension in that category too. I thrive in this problematic shit!

3) I’m onto you.

The ship ticks this one more special box for me of a charismatic villain playing the entire cast even for a little while but there's that one smart person from the group that sees through their act and antagonizes them from the very beginning. Moxxie was onto Striker's bullshit from the moment he started talking to him.

Like look at him giving funny looks here

“Wtf? No touchie. Who gave you permission?”

“Is something off with this guy? I can’t put my finger on it..”

Acting stubborn right after and wanting to prove himself might have been for petty reasons, insecurity and everyone giving him shit but his “instant dislike” (to quote Moxxie himself) for Striker didn’t openly start before this point. Which brings me to:

4) Mutual antagonism.

Again right after this we get this sequence (sorry for bad quality)

Striker hasn’t truly provoked anyone up until this point. He’s been passive aggressive towards Millie and playing dumb on not knowing what freelance is(yeah right). He’s been very respectful to Blitzo and I believe these are some genuine emotions as he recognizes him like someone similar to him and then there’s this.

Moxxie starts challenging him. He processes it in for a moment and then we get the first nasty quick smile from him and a glimpse of his true colors as he becomes openly antagonistic. Now it’s a game, and not only does he want to play and win, he revels in the challenge. He knowingly pushes for it further afterwards.

“Don’t worry little one. You never stood a chance.”

Still playing his act, showing off and provoking all at once, with double meanings in his words attached. Nasty ass fucker I love him!

And of course Moxxie isn’t one to back down easily. I love the fact that Striker is the one who brings this quality of his out so prominently.

Like look at my sassy boy (old edit of mine)

And also love the crazy smile Striker gives as a response to this. And proceeds to provoke him even further without caring much about the gun or that he’s at a disadvantage and cornered by him and Blitzo at the moment.

It’s not plain anger. There is glee in it too.

Like he wants this challenge to go on even if it gets dangerous for him. Winning the game is more important than safety at the moment.

5) Nemesis stuff going on, recognized by canon.

This one kinda ties with the previous ones but its also something that gives me content and it’s awesome! Like this

and also the freaking title card of the episode itself. To quote some things I’ve said about it before:

Millie is looking at Moxxie concerned and a bit confused.

Blitzo is smiling obliviously at Striker.

Moxxie and Striker are the only ones openly antagonizing each other here!

Striker's hand goes above Blitzo's head and reaches for Moxxie.

It's not subtle.

And honestly Blitzo has enough nemesis already. Moxxie deserves one of his own!

6) Things in common.

Other than pleasing aesthetic both are smart, capable on their profession and as mentioned before antagonistic. It’s one of the reason Moxxie doesn’t buy his bullshit. Also they have common knowledge, gun expertise and being in the same wavelength in their thoughts.

It’s ominous when Striker cuts off Moxxie when he’s accusing him of the real reason of having the gun but it’s also fascinating how they basically complete the thought process of each other. Moxxie stutters but keeps up with it and Striker doesn’t correct anything. If anything he looks pleased that his plan is being recognized for what it is before going for the throat.

7) “Complementing” opposites.

Sooo many!

Good Guy/Villain

City boy/Cowboy

Refined/Crude

Honest/Liar

Sentimental/Cold bloodied and Calculating

Moral Code/Very much lacking

Physical Strength/ Lack of

Confident/ Insecure

Close range combat/ Fighting mostly from a distance

Robust/Agile

Playboy/Faithful and simping for his girl only

Smooth talker/Awkward

The list goes oooon.

8) Fluff potential.

The whole I can fix him angle. Or reluctant gravitation towards a certain quality of the other since they are opposites in so many ways. Teaching the beast to love, supporting the unrecognized badass assassin Hell seems to constantly belittle. Go batshit crazy or reel it back and be happy. There are many possible scenarios.

9) Dark potential.

I’m a fan of both so this ship really speaks to me. I don’t think I need to say much here. Their whole entire one on one battle is deliciously just that. Anxiously problematic and heart-stopping. From Striker’s sadism and obvious hard on he gets from preying on Mox to how physical and dangerous it got, the first real oppressive scary thing to happen on the series.

It was a threat for Moxxie but still a game for Striker and a way to prove his dominance. Lots can be done with that.

10) Oh damn ten already? I could go on but lets wrap it up.

Striker’s essentially villain, vain, pay-attention-to-me, song specifically dissing and having Moxxie’s name in it. I love shit like that!

Freaking yikes!

😂😂😂

#ask answered #anon #strixxie #meta #helluva boss #helluva boss striker #helluva boss moxxie #long post #alexia posts

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cherrykindness · 3 years

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wild tweets |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: as newlyweds, you and harry read thirsty comments for buzzfeed.

warning: it's thirsty tweets, so below there is adult humor 😳

"It's a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles, and there's nothing I want more than to be on BuzzFeed and read wild tweets alongside my husband."

"Thirsty tweets, babe." Harry corrected, laughing out loud with the producers behind the cameras.

"Thirsty Tweets." You said quickly, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle. "I'm terrible at that, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

"Let's take a break for one to two minutes. You've given us a great introduction, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling shyly before turning to Harry, who was already watching you with that easy smile at the corner of his lips. You liked how his hand remained firmly on yours, making those circular movements with the thumb that always served as a natural medice for your anxiety.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

The pleated dress with flounce sleeves fit you like a glove. You had made peace with the various shades of white since the wedding and knew that Harry liked to see you in that color too.

"Thank you, you're not too bad either, Styles."

You intimately suspected that Harry would always seem far beyond that "not bad" that came out as a euphemism from your mouth. He wore nothing but a pair of bell-bottom pants in a strong shade of blue and a soft vest printed with fluffy little sheep on a striped American collared shirt - in your opinion, no one could look better in farm animal clothing than Harry Styles and Princess Diana with her red "Black Sheep" sweater in the 1980s. In contrast, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was arrogant and knew exactly how hot he looked - you also made your thoughts clear enough when you kept him backstage beyond ten minutes in a rather heated kissing session.

"Are you anxious?" you asked curiously, remaining with downcast eyes fixed on the strokes that remained assiduous on your warm skin. "To read about how the whole internet dreams of fucking my wife?! Of course." Harry joked, leaning over to leave a small one on your cheek. "We agree on that, don't we? Although I'm a little nervous, I'm really interested to know all the crazy things they say about you. Everyone knows you're mine at the end of the day, that's enough."

At the end of the break, you and Harry made a silent agreement that you should be the first to pick up one of the scattered papers in the red pot. There were quite a significant amount of tweets, and as much as you were used to reading rather sordid things about your husband on the Internet, the excitement was there as if you were wading into uncharted territory.

"I would be a good girl all year round if Santa guaranteed me a threesome with Harry and Y/N Styles on Christmas Eve." You laughed, Harry staring at the camera with an expression close to the meme of the surprised Pikachu. "You guys are incredibly nasty, I love it."

"If that was the first one, I'm really worried about the next ones." Harry commented with a little corner smile, picking the next tweet out of the bucket. "I have an entire folder on Pinterest dedicated to Harry Styles' hands, and let me tell you why: those hands are art, and art needs to be recognized."

"What- Guys, you promised you wouldn't post my anonymous tweets here." You quipped with false reproach, laughing at your own stupid joke while everyone else in the studio did the same. "But I can't blame her, honestly." Shaking your shoulders, you opened another piece of paper. "Harry Styles finally confessed that he wrote Watermelon Sugar for Y/N!!!! Are you guys imagining the same thing as me?!!!!!! 🥵🍆💦"

"Exhausted emoji, eggplant emoji, and water emoji?" Harry frowned, staring at the tweet you held up. "I imagine you're in need of a vacation somewhere refreshing and you're craving a fruit that everyone eats like it's really a vegetable."

"That reminded me of that story-" You laughed, hiding your face on the table as Harry continued to offer a poker face to the camera, struggling not to keep up with you laughter. "I'm sorry, lovie, I have to share this with the rest of the world." You stated, wiping a few tears from the corner of your eyes. "Harry always wears those fancy suits to concerts, right?! Right! Turns out he looks really hot in some, like his ass molds perfectly into those tight pants and everything. I was home that night because I wasn't feeling well enough to face the big crowds, but I was still following everything on twitter. It was a concert in London, not so far from where we lived at the time, so it was obvious that he would come home after it was over. I follow some portals that do really fast updates of pictures, videos, etc; everything that happened at Harry's concert was on my timeline in a matter of seconds. When one of these profiles uploaded a picture of him with his back to the camera in a heavily accentuated black and white suit, I quickly sent him the image along with a peach emoji and then wrote "looks good tonight". He didn't reply to me until a few hours later, of course, but I obviously didn't expect a "ready for a Fifth Avenue peach salad for dinner?" and numerous cutlery emojis."

Harry rolled his eyes comically, indulging in laughter as did everyone else who occupied the backstage area.

"I'm against the eroticization of emojis." He said between uncompensated breaths, shaking his head negatively. "Let's go to the next ones, please, I'm already feeling exposed enough here."

"I like your old-fashioned spirit, baby." You assured him with a smile, laying on the sturdy shoulder hidden under the fluffy fabric.

Harry chuckled low, leaving a little kiss on the top of your head before selecting the next paper. The fans would die when that video aired, everyone was sure. You two easily forgot the cameras when you were side by side, and the public display of affection had never been a problem.

"My life mission is to look at someone the way Harry looks at Y/N and be reciprocated the way Y/N looks at Harry, then I could die happy." Harry read. "That was very good and healthy, thank you!" He smiled. "But don't settle for death in that case, please. Just make sure to keep that person around forever."

"Awn, we got so sweet now." You made a pout. "Thank you for sending us something so cute! I really hope you find the right person soon." Sending a kiss to the camera, you moved on to the next tweet. "I wouldn't want to get a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka's factory, I would like to get a golden ticket to actively participate in Y/N and Harry Styles' Honeymoon.

"That was creative, so I will disregard the fact that you removed my last name from my wife's name." Harry joked.

"I will always be an Y/L/N." You flashed the tongue. "We had a great Honeymoon, but I know you guys already know all about it because there are pictures all over the internet of outings that I don't even remember existed."

"Even though we chose a rather reserved city, many paparazzi still managed to photograph some of our nights there." Harry agreed. "There was one particular day when we opted to have dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Y/N had found it even before the trip, it was pretty laid back and we could spend the evening at karaoke. I don't really remember what happened, but we woke up the next day with a terrible hangover, still wearing the clothes from the dinner and with several headlines saying that I was cheating on my wife in the middle of our Honeymoon with a blue-haired italian girl."

"That wig made me sexy, man." You blinked, laughing as you remembered the situation. "It's a shame the paparazzi only got low quality images, but I swear I looked really amazing that night. Italy, I miss you."

"We're coming to the end and I haven't had to ask production for a glass of water yet, thank you to whoever selected these tweets." Harry raised his thumb to the camera, smiling before turning his gaze back to the small paper he had chosen. "Y/N could literally punch me in the face and I would just bow down and thank them for it." He laughed. "She has heavy hands, so I would rethink that choice."

"It takes strong hands to be a superheroine." You blinked gracefully, referring to your works as a Marvel actress. "I move around a lot during the night, so I'll take this lovely opportunity to say that twitter can dismiss all the malicious theories about Harry always show up with a new bruise all over his body."

"Please stop making indecent assumptions while Y/N is aggressive with me at night only unconsciously, her father has access to social media."

You laughed, clearing your throat before reading the next obscenity aloud.

"I would sell all my possessions to have Y/N sitting on my lap for ten seconds."

"Oh my God." Harry laughed out loud, throwing his head back. "I should have said that in our wedding vows."

You shook your head, laughing low as you set the tweet aside.

"That was pretty funny and cheeky, I approve."

"Okay, looks like we finally got to the last one." Harry announced, waving the paper in the air dramatically before opening it. "Harry could literally crush me with those boots while fuc- I need that glass of water." He said dumbfounded, hiding his face between his hands after throwing the tweet over his shoulder. You laughed out loud next to the organizers, and meanwhile Harry leaned his head on your bust, staring at you still with wide eyes. "Please promise that we will be careful with our future children on the internet."

#harry styles imagine #imagine1d #imagine harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #harry imagine

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belit0 · 3 years

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Hey, can you write Indra + size kink + cockworship + nasty cum stuff ?? Sorry, i'm hungry for that man

Sorry this took me SO FUCKING LONG omfg

No need to be sorry, I’m as hungry as you. I haven’t written smut in a while, so bear with me, I’m getting back at it:,(

Tw: Indra knows nothing about communication

When Indra enters the house, the sun has already set. He looks drained, tired. It’s been days since he started wearing his hair loose, devoid of his usual ponytail, and it only helps to make him look more massive than he is.

His steps are heavy as he heads to the bedroom, and when he looks at you with those expressionless serious eyes, you know he won’t be eating dinner today either. That’s okay, you’re not used to spending time together as a normal couple anyway, and you know you’d feel weird if he actually sat down with you and joined you for a meal.

His form disappears down the corridor and you know he has found the way to bed, seeking comfort from the adversities of the day. His shadow is dragged across the walls by the candlelight, and for a moment, it looks like the demon everyone says he is.

But of course, you know better than to believe those ridiculous tales.

It’s been months since this man appeared in your village, a place led by a poor wretch who was trying his best to get his people ahead. Only a few enjoyed good fortune, privilege, and wealth, and you were not one of them. Life before Indra, here, was based on working hard for pennies, finding food wherever possible, wearing the same clothes repeatedly for lack of more garments. Poverty was rampant among almost the entire village population, and despite the leader’s best efforts, nothing seemed to work for the betterment of the situation.

But a mysterious man with long hair and thick shoulders, tattooed eyes, impressive physique compared to the famine-stricken people... left everyone captivated. With just a couple of suggestions and commands, things turned around, and the outlook brightened for everybody. This mysterious man quickly rose in the hierarchical power of the village, and the current leader ended up giving up his place.

Indra became their ruler overnight, and hopes for the future of the town seemed to grow stronger and stronger again.

Town expansion was inevitable, welcoming visitors and travelers intrigued by the legends of this man who brought fortune to a doomed place. Enemies were also unavoidable. The Otsutsuki defended and used all his power to prevent the destruction of the foundations he had built with so much effort, leaving everyone terrified in his steps.

His red eyes became stories used by mothers to frighten disobedient children, his violet beast traveled on the tongues of all the merchants and their incessant rumors.

Respect mingled with fear, yet Indra never wavered.

He looked imposing as he walked the streets of the town, staring at nothing in particular, an expression forged by iron and ice. His towering figure seemed to cast a gigantic shadow over every other man nearby, and all the women were dying to take the vacant place at his side.

Everyone thought as he became leader he would choose one of the few wealthy ladies of the village as his wife, but he did not.

It was months after his ascension to power before he communicated with a woman. And that turned out to be you.

Although the village prospered and grew bigger every day, your life remained the same, complicated. Money was scarce as well as food, and working hard every morning was necessary if you wanted to get a crumb of bread.

You tended the garden of a prosperous family, kneeling in the morning dew, your clothes covered in dirt from the work you had started just a few minutes ago.

Footsteps in front of you broke your concentration, and when you looked up, a tall figure was staring down at you. A flowing robe floated in the wind, and that frown was visible even from the floor. Indra was intimidating without uttering a word.

“You look thoroughly filthy.” He had said. “I’m sorry, my lord.” You had replied, bowing your head in respect.

You did not finish that day’s work, for offering you a wide hand, Indra Otsutsuki himself lifted you from the dirt and escorted you to get a fresh change of clothes. Not one of the worn-out ones you used to wear, but an expensive one, of excellent quality, full of exquisite details. A garment of high society, one of the kind he himself usually wore.

From that moment on, he did not leave your side. It was only a matter of time before you moved into his residence, an immense house in the middle of town. You became the envy of all women, no one being able to understand how their leader could choose a servant girl as his partner.

And despite the fear you felt towards him at first, although his haughty looks seemed to be empty initially, you eventually grew to understand him. Dread turned into respect, affection, love.

After all, he saved you from that life of misery to give you one of luxury and privilege, asking for nothing in return. Even though you slept in the same bed every night, he never touched a single hair on your head, never came near you, never took the initiative you feared he may take.

“Why me?” you asked once, the blush on your face shielded by nighttime darkness inside the room. A large space lay between you both on the bed, and Indra, while you couldn’t see him, probably had his back to you. “You are the prettiest.” He replied simply, and you caught a note of amusement in his voice.

During the day it was rare for you to see him, but at sunset, you would both be in the bedroom. No lustful touches in the middle were necessary to make the night complete, for the silences which at first were awkward eventually were filled with chatter.

That intimidating look, that wide-backed warrior with blood-colored eyes, became a companion, a pleasant person to spend time with. Never smiled, never laughed, but you know he is calm, that he enjoys the moment as much as you do. You’ve seen him interact with other people, how his muscles tense when someone is way too close for his comfort, how his brow furrows when anyone speaks to him. You know you’re the only person he tolerates, appreciates, and loves around him.

That’s why seeing him arrive like this is something uncomfortable in your chest. Slowly following in his footsteps, you find his clothes lost all the way back to the room. You pick up garment by garment, and there is a certain satisfaction as you smell his clothes and feel his perfume. As you reach the doorway, he is already tucked into bed, buried under sheets. One of his arms supports his head and acts as a pillow while his other hand scratches his chest, which is slightly uncovered. One of his legs is bent, and covers slip off his skin, revealing a thigh and worked muscles. His eyes are closed, but he knows you are there.

Leaving his clothing on a chair, you approach him and sit on the edge of the bed, hands clasped in your lap. Rarely have you seen this scene, where he relaxes with all his rights in his own bed. Sex has never been addressed between the two of you, and it’s something you’re grateful for. Rumors travel faster than the wind, and many a woman has walked around claiming to have spent time in the bed of the mighty Indra. Whether that’s true, you don’t know, and you’ve never asked either.

If true, your experience is undoubtedly unparalleled.

Still, seeing him like this, becoming one with the bed and stretching out, getting a taste of his toned chest and his thick thigh... Curiosity suddenly demands more.

“You’re staring.” His eyes are still closed, but to be put on display is still just as humiliating. “I’m sorry...” You’re not sure if get up and leave at that moment, but it’s his voice that clears the uncertainty. “Why? I’m your partner, naturally.”

It feels like confirmation of your actions, and you become brave all at once.

“Can I help you... To feel better?....” Your voice is full of hesitation, yet one end of his lips lifts, revealing a wickedly tinged smirk.

“Be my guest.”

Climbing on top of him, your hands tremble with anxiety and anticipation. His eyes flutter open and he watches you intently, analyzing where your actions lead. The man really is huge, and being partially on top of him, the size difference is even greater. Indra seems to rejoice in your stupor, picking up on your intentions and stirring the sheets covering him as you settle between his legs.

Whatever nervousness you felt about what was to come only grows worse at the sight of his size, as even half-hard, his cock’s intimidatingly enormous length.

“Already frightened?” The teasing tone sliding across his tongue fills you with new determination, and with both hands, you hold his shaft. One at the base and one at the head. Your tongue timidly explores that unfamiliar surface, feeling in your grip how hardness invades his dick second after second.

Your lips wrap carefully around it, and pushing gently, inch by inch, his length finds its way into the pleasantly warm depths of your mouth. One of your hands slowly slides down, dragging skin in its wake.

Fixing your eyes on Indra while trying to deal with the raw, inexperienced situation and size, you notice impatience and need, lust swimming in red eyes dominates his expression.

From an instant to the next, your shoulders are enveloped by two gigantic hands, and position is turned around, a vast body hovering over you and trapping you underneath it.

“You teasing little fucker...”

Being handled like that awakens something on the inside that you rarely felt before, some sort of tingling urgently needing to be soothed. A broad palm grasps your chin, which moves your face in the direction Indra desires as he suddenly engulfed your lips.

You have never kissed this man before, and to be making out with him for the first time in these circumstances should feel wrong... but it only builds up more sensations in your lower belly, a treacherous emptiness, and an almost unfamiliar fire.

Your hands awkwardly find his back, and the need to press him against your face, to demand more, to extract more from those luscious lips is interesting. There is no more distance to close between the two of you, but you want to crush yourself against his labored chest until becoming one.

The moment ends quickly as you gasp for air, and trying to recover, a sultry Indra, who grins viciously seductive overpowers your gaze.

“I’ll introduce you to a thing or two...”

Before you comprehend what his words mean, the position changes again, and his two knees are one on either side of your head. He looks even more terrifying from this angle than in everyday life, and you don’t venture to peek at his dick. Two of his fingers slide across your lower lip, caressing your cheek, and suddenly squeeze your face harshly. Your mouth is forced open, but when his cock slides over your tongue and you understand the functionality of the pose, you ease back.

Your lack of experience was driving him crazy, and rather than loosening him up, you were upsetting him further. Managing the matter with his own hands, or rather with his own hips, Indra finds peace again.

Rising to height, one of his palms cradles your face, while the other supports himself against the wall. You try to find stability by holding onto his thighs, and as he buries himself lower in your mouth, sensations in your body become almost unbearable, coupled with his movements.

Indra is kind at first, gradually pushing into your inexperienced cavity slowly, closing his eyes tightly and fighting the urge to destroy your mouth.

Yet when your jaw relaxes completely, grasping the rhythm and feel of the situation, he lets go. The beast is finally released, and the Otsutsuki fucks your lips with abandon, hitting the end of your throat with each thrust. His hips move with agility, and imagining him between your legs with the same surrender and strength makes you hold on.

Tears decorate your cheeks and eyelashes, blending with the saliva dripping from your mouth every time that cock lunges at your face. Indra becomes completely abstracted, tilting his head back as deep growls rise from deep within his chest.

When air is inevitably needed and you can no longer avoid gagging, you repeatedly slap his thighs, drawing his attention. He leans his forehead against the wall and holds your face with both hands, withdrawing his dick from your throat and catching his breath with difficulty. His gaze is fixed on you, and although you could probably look better, you feel really appreciated under those red eyes.

The fluids from your mouth completely soaked your chest and cheeks, your clothes are soaked, and at the sight, the Otsutsuki slides his fingers across your wet skin, then strokes his shaft twice.

When you catch your breath, you place a kiss on the head which has been hitting the back of your throat for minutes, showing he may continue.

Without a second thought, he burrows deeply into your mouth, reaching a depth he hadn’t hit before. The grunt he exhales makes your skin crawl, and you really want to see him enjoy you like this for the rest of your life.

He gives you time to breathe again, and his thrusts become more shallow, seeking more contact with the softness of your tongue and the warmth of your cheeks. It isn’t long before his length is completely out of your cavity and he works it rapidly, seeking the longed-for finish. You’re not sure what you should do, so you simply watch him, amazed at the size of his hands.

After a few seconds, several white shots paint your face, staining your hair and chest, leaving practically nowhere without even a drop. It’s unexpected, but satisfying.

#naruto shippuden #otsutsuki indra #indra otsutsuki #otsutsuki indra x reader #indra x reader #indra otsutsuki x reader #indra #otsutsuki clan #naruto

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kyotarou · 3 years

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HOBBIES - gaming ( mainly osu! Minecraft, legend of zelda on Nintendo switch. etc. ) drawing - ( I like doing digital art ) I don't really have that much to me, I'm really introverted. sorry. :(

WHAT I LOOK FOR IN A PARTNER - I want them to be affectionate, I haven't really experienced something like that so whenever I get it it looks like I'm uncomfortable, but for the certain person - I love it. I also look for quality time, that's my way of saying I love you. And I'd like if my partner accepts if I like spending quality time.

LIKES / DISLIKES - LIKES : Gaming, food, cuddling, sleeping, soccer, volleyball, ice skating, music. DISLIKES : rude people, being forced to do something / being forced to go out if I don't want to, homework / school, people.

HOW I ACT TOWARDS OTHERS - I don't act a specific way, I'm really awkward to everyone and stuff but if you make me comfortable I'll open up and talk about things I like / am passionate about, but sometimes I tend to think I'm being loud then I go from confident to quiet.

PERSONALITY TRAITS - I don't know what I should say, I'm so sorry :(

AESTHETIC - I'm not sure what my aesthetic is but I dress up in hoodies, sweatpants, tee shirts, shorts, etc. but I guess I'd say I'm gurenge.

PRONOUNS - he / him :) Male

APPEARANCE - 6'3 very lanky tall guy, when I straighten my back I actually look 6'3, my hair is black and length is like covering up my eyes and it almost reaches my shoulders but I also just push my hair away so it doesn't covers my eyes. VERY pale skin I'm talking about almost the color white, and I'm extremely skinny.

hello! i match you with...

#5 — TENDŌ SATORI

this is a time where i believe in opposites attract. tendou is really outgoing, but it’s not too much where you feel like he’s too pushy. i see him as a gamer and someone who really enjoys quality time with his partner. since tendou was bullied as a child, he would definitely defend you against anyone who has nasty stuff to say. i know he’s a big cuddler! even though you look like you’re in pain to others, he knows when you’re actually uncomfortable vs when you enjoy it.

RUNNER-UPS: TANAKA RYŪNOSUKE, KOZUME KENMA

ly’s 1k event

#ly's 1k event #ly's matchups

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the-delicate-disaster · 5 years

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Chaos in Motion

This got quite a bit longer than I intended. I'd like to apologize in advance for the quality of this. It's been a while since I've written anything that wasn't an essay. Sorry I can't put a read more. Tumblr seems to believe that mobile users don't make long post.

[TAPE CLICKS ON]

Statement of Sean Morley regarding a... a door? And the entity that he encountered in his flat. Original statement given July 20th, 2010. Audio recording by Martin Blackwood, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.

I don't know why I came here. I doubt you'll believe me. No one does. They all think I'm.... unstable. But I'm not! The door is real. I know it is. And the man I saw... no, whatever that thing was, it was not human.

I guess I should start at the beginning. That's how stories work, right?

It happened a few weeks ago. Or was it months? Time is... difficult. I had just moved into a new flat. My mum's been sick for a while now, and I wanted to be closer to her. You never know how much time you have left with someone in her condition, y'know? The flat was... well, it was fine, I suppose. It was smaller than the one I'd previously lived in, but it had all the amenities I needed.

As I was moving my stuff in though, I found a note. I think it was from the previous tenant. There wasn't a name on it or anything. Just scratchy handwriting that said things like "There are too many doors," and "The corridors go on forever." There were spirals drawn all over the paper, and it felt like if I stared at them long enough, I'd fall right in.

I tossed the note in the bin, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Days passed and I couldn't shake the spiralling lines out of my mind. I resolved to ask my neighbors about whoever had lived in the flat before me. They all said the same thing though. And I mean that literally. Every person I asked said the exact same thing. "He disappeared through a door that wasn't there."

I'd thought they'd all gone mad at the time. The way their eyes glazed over when they said it, the way they smiled. Not a proper smile, mind you. It was all teeth and looked more like a pained grimace than a smile. It was downright creepy.

I returned to my flat, but it wasn't my flat. It was like everything had been moved just a few inches to the left. And sat there at my dining table was a man drinking tea. He looked so at home, I figured I must have wandered into the wrong flat. I stammered out apologies and turned to leave, but the door was gone. Where it had been just moments before there was nothing but a blank wall. When I turned to face the man again, he was right there, barely three inches from me.

He smiled and there were infinite rows of sharp, pointed teeth.

"Please, sit down. I made tea," he said, and his voice spiralled through the air, creating strange shapes and colors I'd never seen before. Even as I told him no, I found myself walking forward and sitting at the table. He- it- poured me tea as it sat across from me. At least, I think it was tea. It tasted off though. Metallic. And it was thick.

God, I hope it was tea.

I asked the thing where we were. It smiled that same sharp grin and said "My home, of course."

"Who are you?"

At this, it laughed and laughed and the walls started to crack. I might have died or maybe just fallen asleep and it was still laughing. Blood was running from my ears and eyes, but instead of falling down my face, it rose up towards the ceiling. Or maybe the sky. I think the ceiling was gone by that point.

"I suppose if you must call me anything, Jon will suffice," it told me after it caught its breath. Or maybe it didn't. Catch its breath, I mean. Maybe it was still laughing as it spoke. I was laughing, too. The idea of this thing having a name had suddenly struck me as being very funny. It grinned and I laughed until my throat bled as the world dissolved and reformed itself around us.

We stood at a door. I don't remember leaving the table, but there it was. It was there and we were standing in front of it. It was an elegant door, really. Mahogany, I think, with a lovely spiralling handle.

"Where does it lead?" I asked. Jon grinned and I understood well enough. It led nowhere at all. Jon reached out with a hand as sharp as its teeth, and I took it. I turned the handle and we walked through the door together. I don't know how long I wondered those twisting hallways. Jon chased me even as he walked beside me, his laughter echoing through the corridors.

I got out, eventually. Or maybe it let me out. I tried telling one of my mates the next day, but he dismissed it as a nightmare. Everyone does, even my girlfriend. I guess that's why I'm here. I need someone to believe me. Your lot deals with strange stuff like this all the time, right? I need you to help me. Because I am so afraid that one day I'll walk through my front door only to find myself back in those corridors.

(Deep breath)

Uh, statement ends. That was a weird one. Tim did some follow up on Mr. Morley. Seems that he was admitted to an assisted living facility after being diagnosed with early onset dementia. Apparently, after a week there he just... vanished. When questioned about it, all the residents and staff simply said "He disappeared through a door that wasn't there."

Sasha managed to find information about the previous tenant of Mr. Morley's flat. A man named Jonathan Sims. He disappeared about a year before this statement was given. I wish I could write this all off as a coincidence, but I know it's not. It never is with these things...

(Sigh)

I think I'm gonna go lie down. I've got a rather nasty headache all of a sudden. End recording.

[TAPE CLICKS OFF]

#*shrugs*#i tried?#stories from the void #tma fic #the magnus archives #every single person who writes fanfic regularly is a god amongst men #i have no idea how ya'll do it

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Not sure if I'm late on sending something nice but here goes. It's a pretty long thing but if I told you something as weird as my Tom, then probably I should just push my little weirdness out a little more. So here's a long post of something nice to sleep to. What was so memorable in my high school days were not because of people (well only my best friends are what I miss), but the place itself. (1/?)

See the school is located in a subdivision, by the river. It wasn’t exactly beautiful before, but my teacher found it and to this day it’s known as the Tungtong River. What’s so special about it? Other than it’s a tributary to another important river, it holds a colorful biodiversity that this is a training ground for people (aka senior students and even undergraduates) who conduct theses on the flora and fauna. (2/?)

I’m serious. We’ve tackled on a consensus of species of bats, birds, frogs, ginger species, EVEN freshwater turtles (I was the first of my classmates to catch one at night by accident and I was lucky enough not to be bitten by them; nasty creature that species was). We even study the water quality of the river (aka the pH, the amount of sunlight, substances present, etc.). When we conduct our theses, we take overnights in our school. I It didt’s a wonderful experience, being there tbh (3/?)

It didn’t feel like a school. It felt like a jungle, what with the surrounding gardens and pets (and by pets, I mean small alligators; tame snakes; headmistress’s wonderful dogs, I remember one of them was named as Torta; anthropods, probably the whole family of invertebrates, and probably the whole family of animals or what my comparative anatomy professor calls it, “The Parade of Craniates” BUT ANYWAYS) (4/?)

I’m not sure if it helps but just imagine sleeping on cool floor with a nice sleeping bag and the fresh night air lulling your senses to slumber. And it’s not the best part yet. It’s venturing out into the river at night to acquire data (on water quality, flora, fauna, etc.) and you’d hear bat calls, anthropods and everything just feels so ALIVE and BREATHING that sometimes it brings comfort instead of fear for the dark. (5/?)

It wasn’t just that, you know. Back then, it was our responsibility (and the responsibility of the neighbors outside and within the squaters area by the river) to clean up the river every Wednesday (when I was in senior high school, Fridays). In the fucking morning. We also did our tree maintenance. Why, because several plants are categorized as critically endangered and are doomed to extinction (6/?)

And because of this, we make it a point to go down, water the plants (and trust me, it’s a long walk to bring gallons of water from the river and up since we don’t have a huge hose to do it for us). I’m pretty sure a lot of us complained, but I"m also sure that some of us enjoyed it. It’s a little adventure for me haha, but I’m not sure that’ll put you to sleep with sweet dreams. (is this 8/? ? not sure)

But anyways, this is the last story I’ll tell you. There was this time back in sixth grade or freshman high school probably, that we went out at night to study the stars. As in, sir made us pack some sleeping bags, maybe a tent and a blanket, and we walked from our school up to this landscape known as the “Second Floor”. The landscape’s pretty much empty and grassy, but the open space is beautiful.

Omg I’m so sorry for the late reply!!!

Anyway, I love your stories omg!!! I love nature and everything you described sounded so adventurous to this city girl omg!!! All that wildlife and biodiversity makes me feel so Basic™ for getting all excited about seeing a couple of wild parrots where I live lmao

And the work you did with the trees at risk of going extinct is amazing and sooo important!

Also, watching the stars at night sounds so beautiful, I’ve never been anywhere where it was dark and dry enough to really see them (other than the really bright ones) well but it’s one of my dreams :D

Thank you so much for sharing this with me

#renee answers #tinaysabella #this was lovely to read

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