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onirique-amaranth · 1 year

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⎮Such a gorgeous plant⎮

⏤ Characters: Baizhu⎮reader

⏤ Warnings: bottom/sub Baizhu, top/dom male reader, vines/plant, implied aphrodisiac, mention of mind-breaking,

⏤ 3.000 words

For once, your husband came home early, surprising you with his unusual appearance. You were certain that the house would be empty, but unfortunately, it was not.

Though, you were more than glad to have the opportunity to spend more time with your husband.

With the front door half open, you admired the man that wasn't aware of your presence yet. He was sitting on his favourite chair, the dark green leather complimenting his hair and pale skin. As usual, he was reading over his herbarium, checking if everything was in place and sometimes adding small notes to his previous ones.

His long hair wasn't tied in a high bun for once, as it could let you admire how it runs down the back of the chair beautifully, perhaps tempting you to run your hair through it and yank his head back. Baizhu changed his clothes to feel more comfortable, and be able to rest correctly, with crossed legs without the tight fabric of his pants annoying him.

Changsheng who was already fast asleep when you came home, recognized the sounds of your footsteps and left his master's neck to wrap around your forearm with a happy hiss. Chuckling, you carefully patted his head before walking towards your husband.

The said man had already placed down his book and was waiting for you to greet him, his hand gripping the back of your neck when you leaned forward, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. Sensing that it wasn't an innocent kiss, Changsheng went away quickly, hissing when his master almost stepped on him when he stood up, wrapping his arms around your neck to bring you even closer.

Soft pants left Baizhu's mouth when your hands started to wander, caressing his exposed waist before moving to his hips, groping the soft flesh. Moving your mouth to his neck, you gently nibbled on the skin, creating a mark and turning on your husband even more.

The activity of the evening was clear until Baizhu pushed you back, looking at a certain object.

“What is that?”

On the table, was a plant proudly standing inside a pot, that wasn't familiar at all to Baizhu. Chuckling, you told him that one of your clients gave it to you as a tip, as they were extremely satisfied with the work you have done, and you took the plant home with you after they insisted. They even told you that you could sell it at a good price if you didn't want to keep it.

Your husband furrowed his eyebrows, slowly getting out of your hold to step closer to the unknown plant, a bad feeling spreading through his body. Not only its kind was definitely unknown, but he didn't even remember seeing a picture of it in his books. He observed the small plant, a young bud on top of it, and it seemed rather healthy from looking at the bright shade of green.

Baizhu threw you a sceptical look, not certain if it was a good idea to keep a plant like this one at home, especially without knowing its specie. But with your bright smile and sparkling eyes, he couldn't refuse it, as he just nodded in defeat. Still, he made you promise to take care of it, as it was your plant and not his.

With a roll of your eyes, you took the plant with you, moving it to the balcony, so it wouldn't take too much place, and it will have good access to the sunlight. Your husband sighed when you started to think of a name for it, sensing that this plant would be your favourite subject for the following days.

With a tired sigh, he let himself fall onto the chair, lightly spreading his legs and waiting for you to come back. Baizhu came home early so he could spend more time with you, and maybe have some fun, and yet, your attention was entirely set on a damn plant. Rolling his head back, he looked at the door leading to the balcony, impatiently waiting to see you come back in.

When, finally, you stepped back in and closed the door beside you, Baizhu had already called you over, motioning with his finger to join him. Quickly, Baizhu's top and pants were discarded, and he smirked when you rushed to be by his side, leading him towards the bedroom, not wanting to let your husband wait any longer.

Unlike what Baizhu expected, you were taking care of the plant well, it was growing quickly, and it became an even more beautiful shade of green.

Flowers blossomed, and its single body was joined with multiple long vines, that seemed to crawl out of the plot, taking over most of the balcony space. Some vines were even going down your house's wall, and it added a certain charm to the plain-looking house.

Seeing how happy you seemed to take care of it and watch it grow, Baizhu didn't dare to make a comment on it. After all, it wasn't taking up any space inside the house, it was healthy, and you weren't obsessed over it. So he had no reason to complain, but something wasn't sitting well with him. He tried to find the specie of this plant, but none of his books were mentioning it, so he went to buy new ones, hoping he would get more information.

And yet, despite searching for so long, he found absolutely nothing.

A certain day, coming back home feeling a bit needy, to say the least, Baizhu was concerned about not finding you anywhere. Until, he heard a noise coming from the balcony, and he saw you gently cut some rotting vines off the plant while talking to yourself. It wasn't disturbing in any way, as he was doing the same thing with Changsheng, but hearing a soft rustle at the end of each sentence was weird.

He observed you smile warmly at the plant, his eyes running over your back to your legs, and your ankles. Suddenly, he jumped forward and yanked you away from the plant, taking out his weapon to cut the vine that wrapped itself around your ankle without you knowing.

Confused, you scolded him for surprising you and cutting one of the most beautiful vines without a reason. But your husband seemed tense, telling you to get away from this plant and that you shouldn't keep it here. Since you didn't notice how peculiar the plant was, you just thought Baizhu was being paranoid, and you simply waved his worries off.

Another week passed, and this time, when waking up and walking to the kitchen, Baizhu was left with an unwelcome surprise. The plant that was already taking over the whole balcony seemed to not be satisfied yet and started to slide under the door, a few vines were already innocently resting on the kitchen floor. Definitely not happy with this news, he cut off the vines that were inviting themselves inside your home, also cutting short most of the longer ones that were still outside.

You were slightly angry when he told you what he did, but you didn't comment on it, knowing that he knew more about plants than you. Pouting, you nodded when he told you to get rid of it tomorrow, using whatever way you wanted it, but just get it out of your house.

Planning to sell it off at a good price with how big and possibly rare it was, you moved it inside for the night, so you could take it away immediately the next morning.

But it has been your mistake.

As you were at work, your boss asked you to run two more errands that would make you come home late, and you had no choice but obey. And it leads to Baizhu coming back to an empty house, not so empty though, as the plant has taken over most of the entrance.

Before he could do anything, he was swept off his feet, vines crawling under his pants and wrapping themselves around his legs. The thick and powerful vines immobilized him, tying his hands together and crawling under his clothes. Baizhu couldn't do anything when one of the vines ripped his pants, another one sneaked under his top, and one took away his weapon.

He was left unarmed, completely defenceless. The house was empty, he had no idea when you would come back home, and despite screaming your name as loudly as he could, you will never hear. Desperate, he wanted to shout your name again, but a vine took the opportunity to go into his mouth, reaching the back of his throat almost instantly.

As another one sneaked inside, wrapping itself around his tongue, and playing with it, while a vine made its way inside his underwear. When it wrapped itself around his dick, the thicker part resting around his base while the thinner and more rapid part was touching his tip, slowly caressing the slit, tears gathered at his lash line. Baizhu felt himself grow light-headed as an unknown liquid started to get slide inside his throat, certainly being produced by the plant.

He begged in his mind that you would come back quickly, especially when he felt the tip of a vine prod at his ass, pushing against his hole. Two other vines tugged at his nipples, another one playing with his chest, forcing him to grow more and more sensitive. Despite the disgusting feeling of getting touched by something or someone else than you, the weird liquid that the plant produced made him feel good, taking over his senses.

His eyes roll back when the vine around his dick tightens, forcing a whine out of his mouth, letting the two inside it go even deeper. The one near his ass was going to penetrate him, Baizhu could feel it, and just the thought of it made the tears run down his cheeks, begging and mewling as best as he could for you to be back now.

And thankfully for him, he heard the door creaking open and your surprised gasp. The plant surged forward to also capture you, but you were faster, as you took out your sword and slashed all the vines coming your way.

Within a few seconds, you had cut the ones holding up Baizhu and caught him in your arms. Carefully, you placed him down on the sofa before cutting every vine you could see, cursing when one still managed to crawl around your ankle.

The plant seemed to refuse to give up, but when you suddenly yelled at it, everything stopped. Its vines crawled back into the pot and it stopped moving. You stood there, confused and sword in hand, not comprehending what just happened.

The plant waited a few seconds before trying to crawl out again, but you scolded it, and it hides again. Despite the weirdness of it, the plant seemed to take orders from the one who took care of it, and it was you. This means, that it wouldn't dare to go against you in any way, but you were still settled on getting rid of it after what you just witnessed.

Asking Baizhu if he had a solution, he just told you to burn it, not even glancing its way, refusing to see the monstrosity. The plant started to get agitated at his words, but it was already too late, as you used the first thing you saw to burn it to ashes. The plant tried to use its vines to crawl away, but it couldn't do anything as they all got destroyed, and its main body started to burn too.

You looked at the empty pot, a few carbonised vines were still there, but the plant was definitely dead. Immediately, you took the pot and remaining vines outside and placed them next to your door, set on throwing them far away after you check on Baizhu.

Since you placed him on the sofa, he didn't move once, staying in his ripped clothes and his aroused state.

Glancing at you with teary eyes, he begged you to help him, pointing at his dick and hole covered in a weird fluid. Whatever the plant produced was still in his organism, and was fucking with his head, making Baizhu feel extremely sensitive and turned on.

If his body wasn't so weak, he would have been on you already and discarded your clothes, so you could take him. High and desperate, he spread his legs and started to finger himself, mewling for you to come here this instant and fuck him.

You didn't think much, the pain mixed with pleasure on your husband's face made you move instantly, finding yourself in between his legs before he could add anything else.

With your fingers deep inside of him, the odd fluid making the perfect lube, at the same time, you were focused on bobbing your head, his dick deep inside your throat as you give Baizhu the stimulation he needed. He smelled like flowers, the scent intoxicating as you felt yourself get light-headed too.

You pushed another finger inside, loosening his hole, so you could slide inside without pain. Despite the rush you were both in, you wanted to check if Baizhu was really alright with it.

“Baizhu… Is it fine for you?”

He struggled to make eye contact with you, with tears blurring his vision and his mind almost completely empty. Slurred words came out of his mouth, but you managed to make out what he meant.

“Just… fuck me now.”

You ripped off the rest of his clothes, gripping his legs and placing them over your shoulders, ready to penetrate him. Baizhu's body was burning up against yours, the aphrodisiac driving him insane as he sobbed from not having you inside him, grinding his hole against the head of your dick desperately.

He was completely losing his mind, only thinking about cumming and being full of you. You penetrated him as soon as he nodded at you, earning a loud moan out of Baizhu, his back arching as he lifted his hips, grinding against you, moving his ass to force you deeper inside of him.

He could feel you twitch inside of him, precum and an odd fluid coating his insides, his hole getting stretched more and more as you went deeper. The sensation alone could make Baizhu cum, his sensitivity was through the roof when your hips met his ass. His thighs were shaking, and his legs wrapped themselves around you to keep you close, wordlessly begging for more.

It never happened before, but Baizhu could already feel his orgasm near, everything except you was blurry around him, his mind full of you. You don't know what came over you, but you used your dendro vision to tie Baizhu's hands with your own vines, watching as he gasped, his dick twitching and spurting cum onto his stomach.

Another set of vines moved to his cock, getting him off at the same pace you fucked him. The front of your hips slapping against his ass, the sounds getting louder as you went faster, Baizhu's voice was high and strong enough to get over the sinful sounds.

When you leaned forward to kiss him, you swallowed his moans along with some of the liquid that was still on his tongue, feeling yourself get harder inside Baizhu. He gasped, trying to say something, but your mind was already somewhere else. You rammed into him as deep as you could, brushing against his prostate at every thrust, forcing a dry orgasm out of him when you unconsciously made the vine tighten around the base of his dick.

A last vine appears, your vision glowing as you make it take off your clothes and then spread Baizhu's legs even more. He was completely out of his mind, whimpering and mewling, begging for your cum and finally reaching his orgasm.

With the three vines playing with his body, and your dick forcing its way inside his hole, Baizhu felt himself reach his end. The stimulation became too much as his eyes rolled back, the poor man almost choking on his own spit as tears rolled down the blushed skin of his cheeks.

It was overwhelming for him to focus on anything, just begging as greatly as he could to get a kiss, while moving his hips back against you, accompanying your thrusts. When finally, your lips met his in a gentle kiss, despite the situation, he came on the spot. His body was trembling, legs almost spamming around your neck as his head flew back, a loud moan forcing its way out of Baizhu's throat.

Never, had you heard him be this loud. And hypnotized by the view of your lover, your husband, cumming like crazy all over himself, you reach your orgasm. Each spurt of cum filled Baizhu more and more, making him whine from overstimulation.

His body gave out when he finally emptied himself, his body twitching and his mind still not completely functioning. With a whine, Baizhu tried to keep you from taking your dick out, begging to stay in this position.

His teary eyes and trembling lips made you give up, easily carrying him to bed, your dick still inside him as you lay down, covering yourselves with the blanket. Instantly, Baizhu was nuzzling his head into your neck, holding you close as he refused to even let you move to a more comfortable position.

With the aphrodisiac out of his mind, he asked you if you got rid of the plant, and relaxed when you told him that you burned it to the ground.

With a sigh, he softly glared at you, telling you to never bring a plant home ever again without his approval. Nodding your head energetically, you gently kissed his nose, earning a soft giggle.

Calmly, you both drifted off the sleep, Baizhu staying in your arms, not feeling like being apart from you. As your mind was almost blank, eyes closed and your breaths getting deeper, a few words whispered into your ear made your eyes snap open.

“Use your vision on me again, next time.”

“… I liked it.”

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candycandy00 · 2 months

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The Doll House - A Choso x Reader Fanfic Part 2

When your younger sister is tricked into selling herself to the Doll House, you rush there to help her, only to find her being led away by her trainer, Choso. Moved by your desire to save your sister, he convinces the owner to let you take her place.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Choso’s. I’m keeping the tag list from previous parts. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. FemDom. Sub Choso. Oral sex. Woman on top. Bondage. Divider by @benkeibear!

Choso is so fucking cute. That’s the main thought in your head as you look down at him. He’s sitting in a chair in his room, his hands gripping the armrests, exactly where you told him to keep them. His shirt is gone, and his pants are open, his thick, pretty cock standing at attention, already glistening at the tip.

When you pressed him to tell you what sorts of activities he enjoys most, he finally admitted that he loves to be teased. So you read up about it online to get some ideas. If he won’t teach you, the internet surely will.

So today you instructed him to sit in the chair like this and watch while you strip, forbidden from touching you or himself.

It was a little embarrassing at first, even though he’s seen you mostly naked already. But now that you’re fully nude, and you can watch the effect it has on his body as his cock twitches and drips, you’re starting to enjoy it.

You move closer to him, so close that your legs brush against his knees. He looks up at you with such a needy expression, desperate to touch or be touched. He’s gripping the armrests so tightly, you can see the veins in his forearms.

Finally, you show mercy. You reach down with one hand and place one finger on the tip of his cock, using it to move the hot, leaky organ side to side. His breath hitches as you play with him, moving your finger up and down, watching the precum stretch between your finger and his tip.

Suddenly you grip his shaft with your hand, then slide it up and down. Choso groans and jerks, his fingers digging into the wood of the armrests.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to,” you say, increasing your speed as you lean over him, your tits practically in his face.

“Y-yes, Mistress,” he answers, sweat beading on his forehead.

With your other hand, you rub down from his shoulder to his chest, your fingers ghosting over his nipple. He’s so taut! Meanwhile, your thumb circles his tip gently, spreading his fluid around.

He whimpers, closing his eyes for a moment when you move your hand down his torso and then into his open pants, softly squeezing his balls. His cock is twitching so much in your other hand, you can practically feel his heart beating through it.

You keep stroking him, loving the cute sounds he’s making, the dazed look in his pretty eyes as he stares up at you.

“Mistress… please…”

“Not yet,” you tell him, alternating between fast strokes and slow, gentle ones. He’s breathing hard, his eyes wide. He’s just about reached his limit.

“You’re being such a good boy for me,” you say, “so I’ll give you a reward.” Then you lean your face down and lick his wet tip with quick, feathery motions before wrapping your lips around it.

His whole body goes rigid. “Ahh… Mistress… your tongue…”

You swirl it around him, then press it into his tip, as if you’re trying to dig out his cum manually. Finally, you pull away, licking your lips. Your hand, still gripping his cock, presses it upwards so that it’s angled toward his torso.

“Cum for me,” you say, and he does. His hot gooey load lands on his stomach and chest, then begins sliding down as he pants. You lean forward and begin licking it up, your tongue running over his smooth skin and tight muscles.

When finished, you stand back and look at him. His face is slightly pink, his hair disheveled, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. He looks beautiful.

Once he catches his breath, he looks up at you with the cutest, hungry expression.

“Do you want something?” you ask teasingly.

His eyes shift to your pussy. It’s soaking wet after all this.

“May I pleasure you, Mistress?”

Ahhh! He’s so perfect! You keep a straight face while your heart pounds furiously. “Yes, you may,” you reply, moving to sit on the edge of his bed and opening your legs.

You’ve had him eat you out several times now, and it never gets old. The things he can do with his mouth… you’re starting to wonder if you robbed your sister instead of saved her.

But all those thoughts leave you when he crawls over to you, burying his face in your pussy.

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Choso can’t help stealing glances at his doll as she moves around the room, helping clean up after their session. He can’t remember another doll who actually helped with this, at least so early in the training. She also practices at least a basic level of aftercare, asking Choso how he feels after they’re done and being affectionate.

All this without being explicitly taught to do so. Is it because she’s an older sibling, like him? Perhaps that instilled a more nurturing and responsible mindset.

He’s also pleased that she picked up on one of the most important aspects of this type of relationship so early on: asking what your partner wants. She has continuously asked Choso what he likes and what he wants to do, and has incorporated that into the their sessions. It usually takes several weeks for a doll to start doing that regularly. Most either command Choso to do humiliating things just because they get caught up in the power fantasy, or just outright refuse to give him any orders without a ton of prodding and coaching.

Maybe this doll is simply a natural dom.

She sits down on his bed and pulls out her phone. Most trainers limit their dolls’ use of their phones, as it can be a distraction from the training, but Choso has never done that. Like his current doll, many of them look online for ideas to use in their sessions, and he appreciates their effort.

But this one also uses her phone for other things. Her face lights up so prettily when she’s texting her sister. She’s smiling so brightly, she must have read some good news.

“She’s signed up to start college classes next semester!” she announces, looking proud.

Choso walks over to sit beside her. “That’s great,” he says, smiling with her. “It sounds like she’s getting her life back on track.”

“I hope so. Maybe this was the push she needed. If it takes giving up ten years of my life to get hers straightened out, it’s worth it.”

He looks at her admiringly. “You’re a wonderful sister.”

She grins, but looks a little bashful. “Thanks. That means a lot.” Then her face turns serious. “Can I ask you something?”

He nods. “Of course.”

“If, when Yuji’s grown up, he started dating someone who was dangerous, who was clearly making his life worse, what would you do?”

Choso considers the question for a moment, then says, “If that person was a real, legitimate threat to Yuji’s safety, I think I would want to kill them.”

Her eyes widen, as if caught off guard by that response. But Choso quickly goes on. “However, doing so would hurt Yuji as well if he were in love with them. So even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t. I think I would just try to watch over him, encourage him to separate from them, and just be there when he needs me.”

There’s a warmth to her expression when she says, “That’s what I’ve been doing. At times I was scared I wasn’t doing enough. Maybe I should have called the cops and reported some of the stuff I knew her boyfriend was involved in. But getting him arrested would have made her cry. And sometimes I felt like I should just butt out and let her live her life how she chooses. In the end, I did neither.”

“In my opinion, you did the right thing,” Choso tells her.

“Thanks,” she says. “I’m really glad you’re my trainer. I don’t think I could have talked about this with the others.”

Choso laughs. “That’s probably true. I get along with all of them, but they can be a little… eccentric.”

Not long after, the two of them go to the dining hall for dinner. The doll insists Choso sits at the table with her, and she has forbidden him from calling her “Mistress” outside of their sessions.

“That stuff is fun in bed,” she told him a couple of days ago, “but otherwise, can’t we just be two people getting to know each other? I’d like for us to be friends at the end of this.”

It’s a very unusual attitude to take in this situation, but Choso doesn’t mind it. In fact, Choso is beginning to enjoy the normal conversations they share almost as much as their training sessions.

She sits down with a plate and begins picking at her food. He finds it charming how she cuts up her meat before starting, probably a habit from taking care of her sister. She doesn’t seem to notice him watching, instead looking out over the room.

“You know, when I first got here, I assumed all the trainers were depraved perverts,” she says. “Now, I still think they’re pretty depraved, but they also seem nice. I guess I shouldn’t judge people so quickly.”

Then she catches Choso staring at her and adds, “I’m sorry I made assumptions about you.”

He shakes his head. “It’s understandable, considering what I do for a living.”

She smiles at him. “You really are a nice guy, aren’t you?”

He smiles back. “I try.”

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After discovering Choso’s stash of toys and tools, neatly arranged in a bottom dresser drawer of all places, you spent an afternoon looking through them and coming up with ideas. When you spotted a pair of shiny metal handcuffs, you couldn’t resist.

So today, Choso is lying on his back in his bed, naked, his arms above his head. He’s handcuffed to the headboard, his toned chest rising and falling with his breaths. You’ve already stroked his cock until it’s hard, stopping when you thought he was getting a little too close to the edge. You want to draw this out.

You’re wearing nothing but a cropped white T-shirt, so short your tits almost hang out beneath it. You can see it in Choso’s eyes - if his hands were free he’d be sliding them under that shirt. But he enjoys being teased, and you intend to make the most of it.

You climb onto the bed, straddling his legs, your body tantalizingly close to his cock. You haven’t actually fucked him yet, having enough fun with other activities, but you’ve decided you can’t wait any longer. So you scoot closer, until your soft wet pussy presses against the underside of his cock, standing straight up from his body.

He draws in a sharp breath, his head rising from the pillow to look down as you slide yourself up and down, smearing your juices over his shaft. Even just rubbing your slit against him like this feels amazing. He apparently agrees, as his tip begins leaking and his breaths come faster.

“Mistress, please…” he moans, looking up at your eyes.

You keep rubbing as you smile down at him. “Please what?”

He groans as you slide yourself across his tip, getting so close. “Please, let me be inside you…”

When you pause, hovering with your entrance directly above his cock, then lower yourself barely an inch, Choso’s hands jerk at the cuffs, his body bucking off the bed, trying to enter you. But you’re quick to rise up, denying him the pleasure.

“Bad boy!” you say, pulling away from him. He groans as his head falls back onto the pillow.

You wait for a moment, watching his cock twitch, before resuming your position just above him. “Can you be good for me?” you ask.

“Yes, Mistress! I’ll be so good for you!” he says, looking so needy and cute.

“Then I’ll treat you like a good boy,” you say, finally sinking down onto him, his rock hard cock plunging into you from below.

“Ah, fuck…” you mutter, realizing perhaps a bit too late that he’s bigger than he looks, more girth than you expected. He’s definitely bigger than any of your previous lovers, and even with him remaining still, letting you control the depth and force, it’s a bit of a challenge to take him all the way in.

But you do, sliding down until your bottom hits his torso. Choso groans, his head tossed back, his lips parted. “You feel so good, Mistress,” he says.

You begin riding him, lifting yourself up and down, moving your hips in circular patterns. Your own breaths are hitching now as you keep one hand pressed into his chest and the other snakes up your body, slightly lifting your shirt. Choso jerks against the cuffs again, his eyes glued to your body, clearly desperate to touch you.

He lifts his hips from the bed each time you sink down, thrusting into you. It’s the only thing he can do, but it’s hitting your sweet spot so perfectly. You moan and move both hands to his shoulders, leaning forward and bracing yourself with your arms.

“Mistress,” he says, his voice nearly breaking, “can I please… cum inside you?”

“Not yet,” you answer, your face close to his now as your hips keep moving. Leaning forward this way puts pressure on your clit, creating such delicious friction. Only a few minutes of this pushes you over the edge, and you cum on his cock as you say, “Do it, now!”

Choso must have been ready to burst, as he immediately fills your clenching pussy with his cum while looking up into your eyes. You drop down onto him, as deeply as possible, your body trembling.

For a while, the two of you simply stay like this, him buried inside you, until you both catch your breath. Then you ease off him, cum dripping out of you, and reach for the key to the handcuffs lying on the nightstand. You unlock the cuffs and Choso lowers his arms as you collapse onto him, lying on top of his body. His arms encircle you, and you think you could stay like this forever.

Later, the two of you are cleaning up when Choso’s phone chimes. He pulls it from his pocket and looks at the screen for a moment before a smile crosses his face. He looks up at you, beaming.

“Yuji is coming to spend the day with me tomorrow!”

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leafywillow · 2 years

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Some useful? tips for disney dreamlight valley in case anyone's interested:

1. Always have someone hanging out with you! Especially if the role you gave them matches what you're currently doing (crop role when you're harvesting can get you double the crops!) But either way doing literally anything gives you friendship pts with them!

2. Do NOT convert dream shards. This one is kind of everywhere but it's too true lol so save them bitches

3. Get remy's restaurant asap! it unlocks butter, milk, etc which allows you to make soufflés which you can sell for a shit ton of coins

4. ALSO upgrade your house (exterior sign NOT the interior elevator) asap as it's the only way to increase the storage in your OG house chest!

5. Canola is the best crop to make a profit. It's $25 per seed bag but sells for $100+ per crop and only takes 30 min to grow! Grow it in its native zone forest of valor to grow it even faster too

Ok that's it for now hope this helps if anyone needs it! May make more tip lists as I go if anyone's interested but also youtube videos have been my bestie for making money fast so def check out those too if you want! Happy gaming 😁😁

#disney dreamlight valley #nonsims #kasey talks #ik this was very random but i just suddenly had the urge so here ya go #hopefully it helps someone or is at least interesting lol

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whatsnewalycat · 1 year

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wake & bake

pairing: dieter bravo x ofc louella

Summary: You have a virtual smoke session with your new friend and secret crush, Dieter Bravo.

Rating: Mature (see warnings)

Content Tags/Warnings: video chat, smoking weed & getting high, swearing, fluff, flirting, pet names, attempts at jokes, primal scream, crush

Word Count: 2.1k+

Notes: Hi there! This takes place in the Psychomanteum storyline between chapters 2 & 3. I think it can be read as a one shot with the context that’s given but idk. You do need to know is that Louella/Lua, our OFC and second person POV, bakes and sells edibles, bc I don’t think that’s super clear in the text. Ok thanks have a great day 🖤✨

You settle into the middle of your bed, crossing your legs as you glance around and take inventory.

Lighter. Joint. Ashtray. Water bottle. Laptop.

Your emerald green curtains billow and rustle when a crisp spring breeze rolls through the bedroom. The air carries the latent, earthy scent of decay and new growth from the park across the street. A shiver weaves its way up your back, so you pull the throw blanket draped around your waist up onto your shoulders like a cape.

Despite the chill, your hands are hot pads. You press one palm to your cheek and grimace at how fast it heats you. It’s stupid to be so nervous about this. He’s just a person.

Just a really amusing, really sweet, stupidly handsome person.

That also happens to be famous. Which is a fact you can’t dwell on for too long before it starts to make you queasy. So, for the purposes of this conversation, you decide to omit it from your brain.

Just a guy.

You take a deep breath and wipe your sweaty palms on your pants, then click Join Meeting.

A few moments go by before Dieter’s face pops up on the screen. He looks like he just crawled out of bed. His face is all puffy from sleep and his chestnut curls are sticking up every which way.

Upon seeing him, your heart starts thudding in your throat.

He mumbles some kind of greeting while rubbing one eye and yawning, then pulls the camera back to wave at you, revealing that he’s shirtless. The video blurs and shifts like he’s en route, and you see bits and pieces of what you assume is his house in the background.

“Good morning, sunshine!” you call, waving to the camera, probably a little too enthusiastic.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he croaks out, voice all groggy, “Sorry, just woke up, give me a sec.”

He sets the phone down on a flat surface, giving you a view of his ceiling as he pours a cup of coffee.

“I’ll give you all the secs you need,” you tease, and immediately cringe at yourself. But you hear a robust laugh echo through, what you assume is, his kitchen. A proud smile stretches across your face.

“That was good,” he grins as he picks the phone up and tucks a joint behind his ear, then grabs a steaming coffee cup. The background starts moving again as he walks through the house, “How’re you doing today, doll?”

“Busy,” you fiddle with the joint, twirling its paper tip to a point, “I’ve been up since like 3:00.”

“Pretty sure that’s when I went to sleep,” he tells you with a little chuckle, “S’pose it’s like… stoner Christmas, huh? Big day in the biz.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty nuts,” you laugh, then shrug, “Keeps the lights on, though, so I’m not complaining. Parker is gonna come over in a bit and help me with the orders going out this afternoon.”

“Oh, Parker, what a guy,” Dieter smiles, opening a sliding glass door that drenches him in sunlight.

“He’s the best,” you smirk, then look up at the laptop screen and sigh, “What’re your plans for today?”

“Eh,” he shrugs, then groans as he sits down in a white patio couch, “Little of this, little of that. Gonna meet up with some people later and go to a party.”

“Fun,” you say, trying to picture the kind of LA parties he frequents. Your imagination makes them out to be glamorous and wild. Expensive champagne, models, celebrities, drugs galore. After looking around your small bedroom, you blow a raspberry, then ask, “Well, shall we?”

Dieter hums and plucks the joint out from behind his ear. He closes his lips around the cardboard tip, talking around it, “We shall.”

You follow his lead, holding your joint between your lips, then raise a lighter to the business end, pulling a few quick puffs before you toss the lighter aside. Thick, skunky smoke expands your lungs. You exhale towards the window and cough a little as THC dissipates through your body, making you feel light and buoyant.

“What’re the parties like out there?” you ask, taking another long drag. The pot starts to smooth your nervous edges and mellow you out.

He grunts and pulls a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, then shrugs, “Bullshit. Buncha phonies trying to one up each other.”

“Ok, Holden Caulfield,” you snort, and it earns a howl of laughter from him that makes you smile.

“No, but really,” he takes a drag off his joint and holds the smoke captive as he tells you, “I don’t find people like you and Parker out here,” he exhales fully, coughing a little, “Or anywhere, really. That party was the most fun I’ve had in years.”

“Bullshit,” you laugh.

“Seriously!” He grins and clambers up in his seat, leaning forward, “I’ve done acid so many goddamn times at so many parties. And it’s always a big group of people talking over each other, trying so hard to be profound, or have a fuckin’, uhhh, spiritual experience or whatever,” he waves his hands about as he talks, pausing to take a hit. Smoke muffles his voice when he tells you, “But they’re all so fucking soulless and shallow, I can’t stand it. I usually either end up leaving to trip alone or take other shit to make it more tolerable.”

You giggle nervously, “That sounds… I dunno, like a bad fucking time, man.”

He chuckles, then murmurs, “Anyway,” sitting back in his seat, “What’s, uhhh… what’s your scene, what kind of parties do you usually go to?”

“Uhhhhh,” you croak as you think about this, then frown at the ceiling as you take a hit off your joint and exhale, “I guess I really don’t? I go to bars more than parties, I guess, but I usually just go there to get laid.”

He smiles wide and brings a palm to his chest, “A girl after my own heart.”

You giggle as heat creeps through your body, up your neck, “I mean, I can drink and smoke at home. But dick? I have to outsource dick—”

Dieter’s laughter is all you can hear. He leans forward and pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.

“Pussy, too, but dick is much easier to find,” you tell him in a joking way, even though it’s not a joke, “It’s just not the same alone, you know?

“That’s absolutely true,” he chuckles, wiping his eyes as his laughter dies down, “I like you, you’re funny.”

“Hey, I like you too,” you beam, tilting your head to the side. It’s quiet for a moment as you study each other’s face through the screen conduit. You take another drag off your joint, averting your gaze to the window, then blow a thick plume of smoke towards it.

“I have a question,” you tell him, flicking your eyes back to the screen.

“What?” he tucks a hand under his head and lays out on his outdoor couch.

“Do you ever have these urges to do something crazy? And, like, wonder how people around you would react?”

“Like what?”

“Like,” you toss your head back and forth, “Like what would you do if I just took my clothes off right now, or—“

“I would die of joy, can we try that one?” he grins.

“No,” you snort, then cover your face as it starts to heat, “It was just an example!”

“Uh huh. You came up with it really fast,” he observes, then takes a drag from his joint.

“And you responded to it really fast,” you counter, raising an eyebrow, crushing the orange cherry of your joint into the ashtray on your knee.

“Obviously,” Dieter scoffs and shrugs, “I would love to see you naked.”

Your whole head is a heat lamp and your face hurts from smiling. You lick your lips and smirk, “I am very flattered. But, hear me out—”

“We both take our clothes off,” he suggests, his shoulders shaking with stifled laughter, “That’s such a good idea!”

“I am going to murder you, Dee,” you laugh, covering your face.

“Ok, no seriously, go ahead,” he snickers, glancing over to extinguish his spent joint in an off-screen ashtray.

You sigh and pause for a beat before confessing, “I wanna scream. Like, as loud as I can.”

He smirks and opens his mouth, tilting his head to the side.

Before he can quip a sexual innuendo and fluster you further, you explain, “I’ve felt it in my chest for so long. The scream, I mean. Like it’s just sitting in there begging to be let out. Do you know what I’m talking about? Do you ever feel like that?”

The devilish smirk on his lips falters. He nods, “Yeah, I have.”

“I want to let it out, but I’m always so scared of what my neighbors will think,” you tell him, searching his face hundreds of miles away, “And sometimes I think, what if I just said fuck it and did it? Just screamed as loud and long as I could? What would happen?”

“Well, fuck it, let’s do it,” he decides, and the camera jostles as he rises to his feet, “Let’s fuckin’ scream our little hearts out, huh? See what happens.”

You smile, “Really?”

“Fuck yeah, come on,” he says, “You gotta stand, though, really let it out.”

“Ok,” you laugh and set your ashtray aside, then roll off your bed, pulling your laptop to the edge so he can see you standing at your window, “Ready?”

“Alright, on three,” he calls, and you wriggle your body around, trying to psych yourself up, shaking your hands out as he counts, “1, 2, 3–“

You inhale until your lungs ache, then let it out.

The red, hot feeling of disquiet that has been restless inside your chest for months scrapes against your vocal chords, burning your throat.

While you’re doing this, you hear Dieter through the laptop speakers, screaming in unison with you, unrestrained, primal.

You bend over to fully expunge this guttural, animalistic noise from your body. You scream until your face is filled with blood and your heartbeat pounds in your ears. Until your throat is throbbing and your voice is hoarse. Until your lungs are empty and nothing else comes out.

Then you turn around to the laptop, searching Dieter’s flushed face. You’re both smiling wide and wild, chests heaving.

“That was fucking awesome,” he tells you, chuckling and shaking his head, “You did great.”

“So did you,” you grin, “Good job screaming.”

A frantic knock sounds on your door.

“Oh shit,” you cover your face and giggle, looking up towards the noise, “Someone’s knocking.”

“Probably making sure you’re alive,” you hear Dieter say as you carry the laptop into the kitchen. You set it on the countertop before opening the door.

“Hi,” you answer breathlessly to the wide eyes of your next door neighbor, “I’m fine.”

“Oh—ok, I was just making sure—”

“Yeah, I just—you know, you ever just feel like screaming?” you try to explain.

She shakes her head and stammers, “Um, no. But—but you’re ok, right?”

“I’m perfect, it felt really good,” you tell her, and you can hear Dieter’s laughter over the laptop, “Thank you for checking on me, though. I appreciate it.”

“Sure,” she nods, then starts to walk away, glancing back over her shoulder as she goes.

You close the door and lock it, then burst out in giggles as you go back to the laptop, seeing Dieter smiling from ear-to-ear.

He tells you, “That was adorable.”

“That was my neighbor thinking I’ve fully fucking lost my mind,” you snort, then glance up at the the clock on your oven, “Fuck, I have to get back to work.”

He gives you a thumbs down and jeers, “Boooooo!”

The thought of him not wanting this call to end yet makes your insides twist. You roll your eyes playfully, “It’s been lovely smoking and screaming with you.”

“Waking and baking with you has been a delight, Lua, we should do it again soon,” he smiles, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah?” you beam, licking your lips before asking, “Do you mean that?”

“Obviously,” he scoffs, and you’re sort of glad you can’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses when his voice softens and he tells you, “Really, Lua. I’d love to do this again. I’m not just saying that.”

“Ok,” you grin like a fool and nod, “I would love to do this again, too.”

“I’ll let you get to it. Tell Parker I said hi give him a bit ole smooch for me, will ya?”

“I will,” you wave,” Bye, Dee.”

He kisses his hand and presses it to the camera, then says, “Talk to you soon, doll.”

#psychomanteum #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x oc #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fic #dieter bravo fluff #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfic

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zippidi-dooda · 11 days

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1 - Chance Encounter

It was quiet for now.

Your son was still fast asleep in your bedroom leaving you a chance to relax. He was adorable but such a handful despite being one boy. Always running off without warning.

"What am I going to do with you?" You smiled. Leaning against the door frame, you watched the dark haired boy sleep for a moment.

He looked so peaceful right now; his e/c eyes finally shut, drool dripping from his mouth, his chest falling and rising steadily. It calmed you.

You did all you could to keep him out of trouble and so far he was still safe.

But there was a few close calls.

You decided it'd be easier for you to raise him and protect him by living far from the kingdom. Away from the place he lived.

Which is why you lived here.

Deep in the woods in a formerly abandoned cabin.

It had only been about a week since you'd arrived here and you had been able to spruce up the place. The once dingy, cobwebbed house was thoroughly cleaned and dusted, the leaky ceiling mostly repaired, the doors all replaced, and the wild critters kicked out.

You had yet to repair the furniture but it has, so far, given you no problem using so you'd be fine continuing to use it until you got around to the task.

It had taken you a long time, and a lot of bribing, to get this far out, unannounced, with your son. Your son, Lucas, didn't enjoy the traveling at all and made it very clear. But it was worth every second.

You doubted anyone else would get this close to the Valley of Thorns.

You certainly wouldn't if you weren't in your situation.

But you were, so you did. And you had yet to meet any beastly beings since getting here. Perhaps all the awful stories you heard about the place were wrong.

Then again, you weren't actually in the Valley so maybe that was why you were undisturbed.

Whatever the case, you and your son were finally free.

You walked towards the kitchen, the floor creaking as you went (you'd need to fix that soon) and got started on dinner.

You had few rations left now and had already begun growing a garden outside, but it'd take a while for anything to grow. Meaning you'd need to scavenge for food soon.

Or trek into the Valley of Thorns and hope no one would be hostile towards an outsider like you and sell you something.

You didn't know if your money had value here, so going there may not be beneficial.

You shook your head. It'd be best to worry about it when the time came.

So you pulled up your sleeves, tied your hair back, started up the fireplace, and began preping something from the cured meats and vegetables you had.

It wasn't long before you heard a low, mellow voice call from behind you.

"Who are you?"

You flinched, spinning around quickly to face a strange man standing by the front door.

The first thing you noticed was the pair of dark horns sitting atop his head.

Your heart began to race. "You're . . ."

You knew exactly who he was.

He was tall, his horned head almost hitting the roof of the house. His skin was pale as porcelain, eyes lime green and almost glowing. Pointed ears peeked out from his long pitch black hair which faded to a deep blue at the tips.

He wore black clothes which covered his body entirely, no amount of skin other than his face and neck showing.

He was . . . "Gorgeous."

His thin brows raised in shock and he continued to stare at you for a moment. Then he let out a laugh. It was deep and alluring. Fitting for an heir to the throne.

"I must say I dont hear that very often. How unexpected. Although you still haven't answered my question, Child of Man."

Your eyes flitted towards the bedroom for a second before you focused your attention back on the man.

"It's quite rude to ask a lady her name before stating your own."

His eyes narrowed but he continued to smile. "Quite so. But seeing as you've come here unannounced I say different manners come to play here."

"I'm unannounced?" You turned towards the counter, reached for the knife, and began to cut the meat. Again. "You're the one who walked in without even knocking first."

The man hummed. "I apologize. But I've never came here with a need to do so. As far as I know, this place has been abandoned."

"Not anymore." You were racking your brain for a plan to protect your son in case this man decided to do something.

He was very, very powerful, if he tried something you'd have no real way of winning against him.

So the most you could do was hope he'd just go away.

"Really?"

You froze feeling his breath lightly against your ear. He stood right next to you now. And not a sound was made as he moved.

That shouldn't have been possible.

"And what exactly brings you here? Most would prefer to live in a place close to others. If something were to happen to you out here, no one would ever know."

You gulped and began chopping again.

Lucas, please dont wake up. Stay in that room.

"W-well," You cleared your throat. "Shouldn't a prince like you be in their palace learing to rule a kingdom?"

The man leaned away from you. "So you know who I am? Most would run in fear at the sight of me. Fascinating . . . ."

He lifted a finger at you causing the knife in your hands to slip from your grasp and float onto the counter.

"You'll have nothing to eat if you continue cutting it so finely."

"Yes. But maybe I like it that way."

He hummed. "You're a strange one. What is your name, Child of Man?"

Was it safe to answer?

Just as you were about to open your mouth to speak a different voice spoke.

"Mom, can I play outside?"

You bit your tongue and quickly walked over to your son who was walking over to you.

"Not now, sweetie. Dinner is almost ready, just go wait in the room."

You tried ushering Lucas back to the room, out of sight of the fae standing in the kitchen.

But his eyes grew wide as he spotted the man and he wasted no time bounding over to him. It was as if he hadn't just woke up moments ago. You began to sweat, praying that the man wouldn't do anything to your boy.

Lucas smiled from ear to ear and jumped carelessly on the man who thankfully or unthankfully (you weren't sure yet) caught him in his arms.

"Daddy!"

Both the fae's and your eyes widened in shock at the boy's statement.

"'Daddy?'"

"No, sweetie. That's not-"

"Dad, why didn't you come visit me? I missed you."

Lucas frowned angrily and punched the man's chest.

"You were supposed to come for my birthdays but you didn't! You're mean."

You and the man stared at the boy incredulously.

You quickly rushed over to the pair and tried to take Lucas. "I am so sorry. Lucas, that is not your dad. Say sorry right now."

The boy held on tightly to the man, refusing to go to you, and said, "Yes he is. Look, we have the same hair and he's making dinner for us. He's my dad."

Oh to have the logic of a child once again.

Though you suppose this misunderstanding was your fault. You still hadn't told him the truth about his actual father. He was still under the impression that his dad was just traveling the world and wouldn't be back for a long time.

"Please forgive him. He's just a child."

The man simply began to laugh again, not seeming to take offense. That was good. You hoped.

"How amusing. I never imagined I'd be called that before. What an interesting pair you two are."

He set Lucas down on the ground

"I am not your father though, child. And I must be going now. Farewell, you two."

Then, in the blink of an eye, he vanished leaving behind a few green fireflies where he once stood.

"Woww!"

Lucas looked on in awe and reached towards the light bugs.

"Dad's so cool!"

You frowned.

At least the fae was gone. And hopefully didn't come back.

"Lucas, he isn't your Dad. That's Malleus Draconia."

Masterlist

2 - A little Trip

#twisted wonderland #twst #malleus x reader #x reader #“In Ruins”#twst malleus #malleus draconia

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spenzitz · 1 year

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TURN IT DOWN

jouno doesn't like loud music. jouno x gn!reader, pre-established relationship, suggestive, thinly proofread, we die like odasaku,

a/n ~ yikes, a little uh, steamy for me huh? words~676

while cleaning up from dinner, you decide to play some music to fill the deafening silence filling your apartment. it'd been a little bit since you sent jouno to shower while you washed dishes. anytime you have monotonous tasks to do around the house, you play music to make the time go by quicker. you didn't even think about how jouno might react.

it takes less than 20 seconds of the music playing through your tv speakers for him to speak up.

"y/n, could you turn that down, hun?!" jouno shouts in a sharp tone from the bathroom, trying to dry himself off from his shower. unfortunately for him, you don't have his sensitive hearing. you don't hear him.

jouno has no idea whether you heard him or not. usually when you talked to him or saw him, your heart rate, blood pressure, stress level, or at least something would change. but how was he supposed to hear your body functions over whatever the hell this was?

he continues to pat himself dry and just hopes you heard him. but when the music continued for almost an entire minute after his plea, he figures you, in fact, did not hear him. with a defeated sigh, he decided to take the situation into his own hands.

you're lost in your own world, almost done with the dishes and enjoying your music. enjoying the music so much, that you don't even hear jouno leave the bathroom.

suddenly, your music stops. you pause with the music and put down the dish you were drying before turning around to go start it up again. but when you turn around, you see jouno with the remote in his hand, pointing toward to tv. the tv was off now, but that was the least of your concerns. jouno was still dripping wet, water droplets cascading down his slim silhouette. your eyes focused on a drop of water as it dropped from his red tips to his collar bones and down his chest, only looking away when it gets caught by the thin towel loosely tied around his waist.

he had originally planned on just turning off the tv and going back to pouting in the bathroom, but after the reaction he got from your body, there was no way he was stopping before he could tease you a little.

he puts the remote down and walks over to your frozen figure putting on a slight frown to really sell it. only then does it finally click with you. it doesn't help that the speakers were pointed towards the bathroom door either, you thought.

jouno can sense the remorse travel through your body as it hits you. it was an honest mistake; he'll be nice.

maintaining his pissed scowl, he makes his way over to you and grabs your wrists before pinning them to the counter behind you. he gets in your face, pressing his nakedbody right up against yours.

your body is going crazy. jouno was completely flooded by you, the only thing he liked messing with his senses. all he could hear now was your blood rushing and your heart pumping. the thin towel did no favors for his current excitement.

jouno slowly leans forward, his lips just barely grazing yours, and whispers, "if your music is so loud that you can't hear me, don't you think you might need to turn it down, dear?"

as he speaks, drops of water fall onto your face and roll down your cheeks. it does nothing to cool your flushed face.

just as fast as he invades your personal space, he leaves it. he removes his hands from you and steps back, turning to face your bedroom. he moves his right hand to the towel hanging on his hip to tighten it as he walks away.

"now, would you hurry up already, dear? i think we're both exhausted, let's get to bed."

you take a moment to ground yourself before joining him in your bedroom. he always enjoyed riling you up like this...

yikes yikes yikes

masterlist

#saigiku jouno x reader #jouno x reader #jouno saigiku x reader #bsd x reader

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omg-snakes · 2 months

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So You Want To Be a Corn Snake Breeder

Tip #3

Develop your customer service skills.

Presumably, you will need to sell the snakes you produce. You can try selling to friends or giving baby snakes as gifts to folks you know, but you'll find that this market gets saturated FAST and you'll end up with handfuls of snakes and dwindling reserves of money and space to feed and house all of them.

When selling online or at an in-person reptile show, you'll encounter all sorts of folks, from the seasoned expert to the hopeful novice and a thousand people in-between. You need to be able to communicate on their level, whatever that level may be.

You could be rude or a jerk, and that's a flex I guess, but you'll grow your good reputation faster and have more sales if you are kind.

Sometimes you'll encounter tire-kickers, photo collectors, edgelords, or folks who have malicious intent. Learn not to let those people ruin your demeanor. Shut 'em down politely but firmly, and focus on the positive interactions.

If you're selling online, you may need to juggle lots of conversations and keep track of who's inquiring about what, what they need, and where in the purchase process they are. It's a lot to handle at times but the outcome is a happy snake in a good home, happy customer with their new pet, and happy you with a bit of dosh in your pocket to help with upkeep.

If you seriously can't deal with people, consider just keeping snakes as beloved pets and not breeding them!

#snake #snakes #reptile #reptiles #reptiblr #corn snake #corn snakes #snake breeding #tips and tricks #Snake keeping

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streaminn · 1 year

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Enid knows this is dangerous but fuck, she needs food. She needs money. She feels weak and thin; she can feel hunger gnawing at the space between her bones and nipping at her tendons like hellhounds.

"Lady Death," she starts, pointing her rinky-dink sword at a dark figure. "I come seeking Lady Esther of house Sinclair."

'My mother who left me to fend for myself, turning her back when I needed her most.' She doesn't say.

"Her bounty is extremely large."

"You do?" Dark wings stretch out in an offended puff, a few loose feathers failing like snow. "Well, she will not be coming back to you. She had a debt and she paid the price."

Enid almost wants to rush her, overwhelm her so she can win and go home and eat. There's an amazing cook on the corner of town that makes the most divine steak. She'd kill to eat there again.

She grips her sword tighter.

'Might have to.'

"You will return her." She fights down a gulp of fear. She isn't afraid.

"And if I don't? What then?" Death turns to face Enid and no, she isn't pretty. Enid isn't picking out names for kids in her head. She doesn't want to touch those pretty wings.

"You're stick thin, have the posture of a sick dog, have less grace than a newborn deer, and can't even hold a sword right." She draws a beautiful rapier from her hip, holding it confidently. "This is how you hold a blade, Lady Enid-" She doesn't think about how smoothly her name sounds from her, she doesn't. "-So I ask once more: what if I don't return that debtor?" She points the tip of her weapon at Enid's throat.

Enid swings first. She does manage to strike Death's hand, but her sword's so dull and poorly made it just sort of smacks her hand. It gets the point of her blade away from her jugular though, so she made a good choice.

"Good," Death begins. She corrects her posture into a perfect little stance, low to the ground and poised to beat Enid's ass. "Now try and attack when I defend."

Enid does.

She loses.

Death moves fast as hell; by the time Enid's processed the fact that her own sword has moved, Death has already moved away.

"You disappoint me, Wolf. I thought you'd at least hit me by now."

The cocky shit put her rapier back in its spot on her hip; she's just judging and dodging Enid now.

Enid drops her sword in a patch of mud. 'Shit, this is it. I'm gonna die'

"Pick it up. This is the most fun I've had in years." Cruel.

Enid grabs her sword and swings.

Death dodges again. She turns around.

"Sad, truly. I saw a chance for something fun, but instead-" Suddenly, Death reaches up and rubs a thumb at her cheek.

Enid can see mud on it.

Death turns around, and she's- she's not smiling, but Enid gets the feeling she is on the inside.

"Enid, I am impressed. Very well, I will entertain you. Sell me as to why I should grant you back Esther Sinclair."

Death can kill her.

She's so pretty.

"I'll consensually kiss you."

"What?"

Death blushes.

They both stare in shock. Death because this is a bold mortal, and Enid because fuck she's so dumb she's about to fucking die why did she say kiss-

"I- well. Bold move." Death circles Enid like a hungry wolf. "I think it pays off. I have a counter offer: you get 3 dates of your choosing. If I am wooed, you get want you want."

Enid shakes because she has a god damn chance.

"And if you win?"

Death grins now, sharp teeth and glowing eyes.

"Don't worry about it." She sticks out a hand.

Enid thinks for 2 seconds. Yoko would tell her it's a new record.

"Deal." She shakes Death's cold hand.

-Writer Anon. (I'll get around to writing each individual date eventually!)

WHAT IS HAPPENIN??

IS ENID LITERALLY GOING ON A DATE WITH DEATH??????

holy shit enid, you go girl!! i hope you get wined and dined

ty again writer anon for this food, needed something fluffy after the angst i just read of unrequited wenclair

im specifically using this but AGAIN THIS IS SO GOODD

but wtf did esther do to get into that much debt, like gawdamn

#au thoughts #wenclair #writer anon #writing

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pinkjako · 5 days

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Midnight rides

sfw sebastian sdv x gn reader

word count: 870

author’s note: hii i’m new to writing fanfics and whatnot so this isn’t super good but i’m working on improving my writing and stuff also this is pretty short so… enjoy!!!

after a long day of killing slimes and getting beaten up by cave bats, all you wanted to do was to go home. barely walking, you decide to take the shortcut next to robin’s. not paying attention to your surroundings and focusing on how many parsnips you’ll need to sell to afford a house upgrade, someone calls out.

“farmer! hey, um i’m going for a ride.”

you turn and it’s robin’s son, sebastian. you’ve seen him a few times and even played a game of solarian chronicles together, but you’ve never really hung out together — alone. the only conversations you had together were mainly just small talk, but you always end up walking away with butterflies. something about his pretty eyes and his cheeky smile makes you want to throw up (with love obvi.)

“uh…do you want to — go on a ride…together? like right now.”

his words snap you out of your trance and like a lightbulb your face lights up.

“on your bike? oh um yeah sure!”

play it cool. play it cool. you secretly hope that sebastian can’t tell how fast your heart is racing or how sweaty your palms are or how you’re about to vomit all over him. you leave your backpack next to his front door and sebastian picks up a helmet for you.

“what about you? you’re the one driving, you need a helmet more than i do.”

“i don’t want anything happening to you. i’ve gotten in to multiple crashes so my body’s used to it. i would never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

he muttered that last part under his breath while putting the helmet on you and securing it in to place. luckily for him, you didn’t hear. you were too focused on how the his hair looks so soft and how good he smells.

“how do i look? badass, right?”

“epic. get on and hold tight.”

you’re beyond grateful for this helmet because your face is bright red at this point. it takes you a few tries to swing your leg over his bike properly, but when you do, you secure your arms tightly around his waist and he pats your knee to reassure you. sebastian kicks the stand and you’re off. giggling as you pick up speed, you rest your head on his shoulder. you don’t know it, but he’s smiling like a schoolgirl and his heart feels like he’s about to explode. the prettiest girl he’s ever seen with her arms wrapped around him on his bike on a romantic ride in to the night. both of you are oblivious to the fat crushes you both have on each other. the bike slowly comes to a stop as you reach the cliff. you both get off and sebastian leads you to the edge.

“beautiful, isn’t it?”

“that’s zuzu city, right? wow, bigger than i thought.”

“yeah, it’s amazing. i’ve always had plans on leaving this crappy place, moving to the city and getting a real job.”

“what’s stopping you?”

“…you.”

your heart literally stopped and it felt like the world was about to collapse. you were staring at the city, attempting to build up the courage to look at him. eventually when you did, sebastian was standing there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. a conversation with leah replayed in your head and you remembered her telling you that a bouquet means that someone wants to have a relationsh- wait a moment. your face is burning red as you realized what was happening. you literally felt like your insides were becoming outsides and your palms are sweaty and your face is melting and you are melting but there’s this beautiful boy in front of you with the cutest smile and the prettiest face and all you want to do is kiss him. and that’s what you do. cupping his face and pulling him in. it takes sebastian a moment to realize what’s going on, but when he does, he matches your pace and kisses you back. one hand holding the bouquet and the other hand gently on your hip, he kisses the tip of your nose and you both lock eyes for a moment.

“um…i’ve liked you for a while now and uh i wanted to give you this bouquet and i don’t really know if you know what it means but — it means that i want us to be um…together. sorry, i’m not really good at this…”

you’re smiling and blushing like a fool. sebastian’s face is as red as yours. two lovesick idiots confessing feelings for each other. how romantic.

“i also really like you. and yeah um, i accept!!”

he gives you the bouquet and you kiss again, this time one hand is cupping your cheek and the other is on your hip, bringing you closer. both of you wished the night would never end. neither of you felt like going back home so you both sat on the edge of the cliff and talked. his arm was around your waist making sure you wouldn’t fall and his other hand was holding yours. this night was perfect — he was perfect. sebastian wasn’t completely sure if he wanted to stay in the valley, but this night made his decision very clear. no matter what, he’ll never leave your side. and you knew that you’d never leave his.

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thank you for reading!! this was my take on the 10 heart event and i kinda wished that like the towns people could ask the farmer out…but it’s fine!! anyways, thanks for reading :))

reposts, likes and comments are greatly appreciated!!! <33

#sebastian sdv x reader #sdv farmer #sdv sebastian

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ssprayberrythings · 1 year

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Christmas Through The Years - Part Two

Home Sweet Home

' Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader '

I know Christmas has passed but it's still the holidays so enjoy!

Approx. 1.7k words

Warnings: none just fluff and Christmas festivities!

Jake and I were coming up on 3 years. These last three years were filled with so much love and laughter, and some arguments, however, the highlight was definitely when we chose to move in together earlier this year. Jake already kept half of his stuff at mine, the only downfall was that my place was a bit of a drive to base which was why we decided to sell our apartments and move together into a house on base.

We ended up falling in love with a cute 2 bedroom house with 2 baths, one of the bathrooms being an ensuite to the master bedroom which both myself and Jake loved. The backyard was a decent size, definitely big enough to host BBQ parties. At the end of the day, it was a great starter home and, we were just excited to start this new chapter of our lives.

Christmas was fast approaching and although this wasn’t our first Christmas together, it was our first in the new home so, of course, we bought everything new to make our home ready for the holidays. We started with getting a tree which brought forth the argument of whether we should go with a real one or an artificial tree. Jake was used to getting a real tree meanwhile I was used to getting an artificial tree.

After going back and forth with each other about the tree we decided that we would get a real tree up until we had children then we’d get an artificial tree to make holidays easier with little ones. Jake had made a comment on how his parents dealt with him and his sisters and still managed a real tree, which earned him a look that said ‘if looks could kill’ and he didn’t say anything further on the topic. Once we had our tree chosen and set up in the house, the rest of the preparation for the holidays was a breeze.

For our tree, we had our mothers send us some of the personal ornaments that we had back in our childhood homes. Included in my ornaments was the one I made out of macaroni in the 2nd grade. I'm guessing my mom had put the picture in the middle of it. The photo was of me holding my childhood cat in front of a Christmas tree, no doubt on Christmas morning.

Jake's mom also sent some of his homemade ornaments. We also had ornaments from my niece and nephew and a few from Jake’s nieces. Alongside our personalized ornaments, we bought plain red and silver bulbs. The only thing our tree was missing was a star as there was a specific one I wanted but couldn’t find anywhere therefore we agreed to keep the tip of the tree bare until we had the right star.

The next couple of days we also worked on decorating other parts of the house, Jake hung the lights outside with the help of Javy, and I made sure the path leading up to the front door from the driveway was done along with the display by the door, careful not to go overboard. I also made a stop at Target one day and got a couple of cute Christmas-themed throw pillows and a matching blanket then just some simple decor we put throughout the house.

By the third week of December, our house was 100% Christmas ready and it was nice sitting back at night surrounded by the Christmas spirit.

Jake and I had decided to host Christmas dinner for the dagger squad as everyone was staying local this Christmas. When we were both free next we took a trip to the grocery store to make sure we had everything we needed and before we knew it, it was already Christmas Eve.

Currently, Jake and I were cozied up on our couch, wearing our matching Christmas pajamas, and two cups of hot cocoa sat on the coffee table in front of us. We had decided to exchange gifts tonight instead of tomorrow morning to ensure we had everything made on time for when everyone showed up. Jake had just opened a new game he wanted, and he stated we would be playing tomorrow after dinner.

“Okay babe your turn,” he said as he passed me a box that had a beautiful red bow across it. I opened the box and lifted the tissue paper, seeing the coat I had spotted in a store window one of the days we were at the mall. I had made a comment on how pretty it looked as it was one of those buttoned coats and was a shade of red, my favorite color.

“Oh, Jake! I love it! ” I told him as I unfolded it and stood up putting it on “It’s so warm and it fits perfectly” I did a bit of a half twirl showing it off with the biggest smile on my face “Thank you!” I leaned over giving him a quick kiss on the lips before taking it off and resting it on the arm of the couch “I’m glad you like it, I like making my girl happy” he told me causing me to blush. He knew whenever he referred to me as “his girl” it gave me butterflies.

When we were done opening our gifts, I went to stand up when Jake stopped me and handed me another box “Jake what is this? You already got me too much” I told him as I held the box trying to figure out what else he possibly could’ve gotten me "There’s no such thing as too much when it comes to my girl” he replied as I shook my head, a small blush making it's way back to my face.

I carefully took the wrapping paper off and was met with a plain white box, I furrowed my eyebrows looking at Jake skeptically “I promise you’ll love it, just keep going,” he told me chuckling, I trusted him and carefully opened the white box. Once the box was opened, I reached in to take out the stuffing and the gift itself.

My eyes felt immediate tears once I unraveled the padding protecting it, seeing the exact star I wanted for our tree. It looked perfectly identical to the one I had when I was a kid that unfortunately broke when I was 13. Putting the star on was always my favorite part, but after it broke, it never felt the same putting a replacement on top.

“Where did you find it?” I asked Jake taking my eyes off the star and looking at him as he smiled at me “I called your mom asking if she remembered where your father got the original star and when she told me the name of the store, I tracked the owner down and asked if they had anything resembling the star you had as a kid, unfortunately, they didn’t so I had to resort to looking at antique stores and enlisted the help from some others” he told me as I stared down at the star again.

“It looks exactly like the one that broke when I was a teenager,” I told him tracing my fingers along the points “That’s because it is” he stated as I looked back up my eyes wide “I showed my Ma a picture of it seeing if any of the stores back home had anything similar and that's when she remembered that my grandma had the same one just sitting in her box of Christmas decorations," he told me.

I just stared at him listening to every word "My grandma hasn't put a tree up since my grandpa died so my Ma had to go get it out of storage but once she had it, she dusted it off and mailed it here" he finished smiling.

“Jake I don’t even know what to say” I was completely speechless “You don’t have to say anything but I think we should put it on the tree before it’s officially Christmas,” he said as he glanced at his watch, seeing it was five minutes until midnight.

I got off the couch careful of the star in my hand. As I was going toward the tree I turned around and looked at Jake, “I want you to put it on,” I told Jake smiling “But I got it for you babe” He responded confused by my request.

“I know and it means the world to me but you mean just as much to me which is why I want you to do it" I replied smiling, he returned the smile and got off the couch meeting me at the tree gently taking the star from my hands “I love you, you know that?” He said, I just smiled and nodded.

He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before turning and reaching up being careful as he situated the star on top of the tree. Once he knew it was secure, he took a step back admiring it. I took this as an opportunity to wrap my arms around Jake's waist and admire the star with him.

“I love you too,” I told him referring to what he said a few minutes prior. He kissed my head wrapping his arm around me and bringing me more into his side. “Merry Christmas babe,” he told me as he caught a glance at the clock “Merry Christmas” I replied looking up at him and seeing him already looking at me, he leaned down and connected our lips.

The next day as we welcomed our friends into our home, almost everyone commented on how gorgeous our tree looked, especially the star that sat on the top. We had a beautiful dinner with everyone, then once everything was cleaned up, we all sat around the living room laughing and enjoying each other's company.

When the night was over and another Christmas had passed, Jake caught me on our way to bed admiring the star. He walked over wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me from behind

“You know someday I hope when we have children, we can share these moments with them and someday pass down the same star,” I told Jake, he smiled thinking about the future, and even though I couldn't see the smile with my eyes focused on the tree and my back to him, I knew what he was thinking at that moment. He couldn't wait either.

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Oh my goodness, I hope this part is just as good as the first part! I think I'm getting better at this whole writing and editing thing so I really hope you enjoy this part!

I have part 3 written I just need to do some heavy editing but my goal is to have that on here by New Years' Eve/New Years' Day and then in that time I can work on part 4!

Regardless enjoy & let me know your thoughts !! <3 <3 >3

Taglist: @teacupsandtopgun

#top gun maverick #topgun #hangman x reader #hangman fluff #jake seresin series #jake seresin x reader #glen powell #glen powell top gun #christmas through the years x ssprayberrythings #jake seresin imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #bob floyd #javy coyote machado #pete maverick mitchell #miles teller #top gun fluff #PURE FLUFF ENJOY

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inkubutt · 2 months

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Blind Love Chapter 1 Part 1

Pairing: Pezzy x Everyone??

AU: Frouse Hazbin AU

Summary: Inspired by the Deaf, Blind, and Mute Cooking Challenge Video. During the challenge, Pezzy accidentally drinks something he wasn't supposed to drink. The Gang now has to guide Pezzy out of trouble, and out of a Collector's grasp.

Chapter 1: Love Potion No.9 (Part 1)

Today was supposed to be their cooking challenge stream, and everyone was all meeting at the House of Frouse Club. Droid was placed in charge of buying the ingredients for what they need for the Chicken Alfredo they're trying to make. Droid was already muttering under his breath, Smii7y told him to get them as fast as possible along with letting him use his card. As he was running down the sidewalk, he ran passed by a cloaked woman running a stand. The woman had dark raven hair, her eyes covered by the dark blue hood of her robes, but you can still see her dark skinned complextion. She calls out to Droid in a sweet whisper, "Excuse me young man..." Droid's ears perked up, and looked back at the woman. He's already running late, but he couldn't resist the call of a woman, he then turned around and walked back to the lady's stand.

"Sorry, but can you make it quick? I'm kinda in a rush here-" he was then silenced at the mysterious woman placed a red tipped finger on his lips, she gave him a soft smile, and handed him a heart shaped bottle.

"Please... Take this. Something tells me you'll be needing it." She smiled as she places the bottle in Droid's hands. Droid studied the bottle, he tried sniffing the contents, but the lady stopped him, "Oh, I promise it won't hurt anyone. For a small fee, this bottle might be the solution to a problem you might have." Droid looked in disbelief at first, but something overcame him, and he used Smii7y's card to purchase the bottle. The woman made a wide smile under the hood, "Pleasure doing business with you." she giggled as Droid continued his way back to the Club.

'I can't believe I bought that stupid bottle' , Droid thought to himself, he was then quickening the pace, everyone was already waiting for him, and the stream was set up. Once he entered the Club's kitchen, he was greeted with everyone looking at him.

"What took you so long? Did your tail get caught in the doorway?" Smii7y joked. Droid rolled his eyes, and walked past him with the bags. As he was placing the bags down, Puffer comes into the kitchen with plastic wrap, duct tape, and a blindfold.

"Alright, I think this is everything. Is there anything else that we need?" Puffer asked.

"Oh! I figured I get some drinks since it's gonna get crazy in here." Droid held up the redbull and soju to the others. As he was passing the drinks out, a heart shaped bottle fell out of the bag. Grizzy raised an eyebrow, and held up the heart shaped bottle.

"Droid. What exactly is this?" Grizzy held up the bottle. The bottle was heart shaped, containing a pink liquid with golden glitter swirling around. Droid's eyes widened, and quickly grabbed the bottle, "You do realize this kind of stuff is illegal right?" Grizzy furrowed his brow. Love potions were technically illegal in most rings of YouTube Hell, but few places sell it in certain parts of the rings.

"I know, but I got this from some fortune teller lady who said it could be pretty useful." Droid said as he put the bottle to the side. The others looked at each other, and started laughing.

"Please don't tell me you seriously bought this thinking it could ACTUALLY be useful." Pezzy snickered. Droid felt a slight heat rise up from his cheeks from embarrassment, his ears drooping down "Oh my god you did buy it." that caused everyone to laugh harder.

"Not only did you just prove that you're a sad man, you also got possibly scammed." Smii7y said. "Technically, you got scammed since I used your card to buy it." Droid chimed.

"YOU DID WHAT-" was the last thing Smii7y yelled before Grizzy had to calm everyone down.

#Frouse Hazbin AU #pezzy #elasticdroid #bigpuffer #smii7y #grizzy #blargmyshnoople #this is my very first fanfic please don't bully me #Blind Love

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nottapossum · 10 months

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Ok So sorry again imma go on a rant again with Fizz and Blitzo;

In the flashback

Performing; Fizz and Blitzo are clearly friends as they have a whole act together, but when Blitzo’s comedy flops, Fizz swoops in not in a show-off way but in a professional manner to get the negative attention off his friend and continue the show. Though there clearly are no hurt feelings or resentment/jealousy as they are next seen playing together happily.

When playing: we can see that Fizzarolli is definitely more “innocent” for a little imp as he is grossed out by the idea of blood unlike Blitzo. Fizz shows that he is willing to comfort, help and talk to resolve the problems (in this case to help Blitzo’s horse), but Blitzo turns it into a pirate war (Something that i assume was very common as Fizz is quick to threaten Blitzo meaning he is truly frustrated with his friend’s insistence). In Ozzie’s episode we see that Fizzarolli knows how to hurt Blitzo as unlike Robo Fizz, the real Fizzarolli deeply hurts Blitzo with his words. It is very likely as kids Blitzo was the brawn that would fight but Fizzarolli would hurt with his words (a bit like Blitzo and Moxxie now).

Cash; He treats them the same as he doesn’t think twice when asked to sell “the boy” the difference is that he asks for more money for Fizz as it would be a big loss for him but perhaps for the right place it would be worth it, as he simply sees Fizz as his cash cow when realising they want Blitzo he has no problem or a care for how much, he would have let him have him for free. Instead he decides to take advantage of the situation and order Blitzo to steal. Telling him pretty much to be the “man of the house” and help his parents, manipulating and guilt-tripping him, something I assume is why he has difficulty expressing his emotions as he knows they can be used against him.

I got the impression that Blitzo is the younger twin but acted like the older brother as Cash pushed him to work and steal at a young age. I'm sure Barbie also worked but perhaps didn’t have as high expectations placed on her like Fizz and Blitzo did from Cash. In Campers it definitely gives the impression that Blitzo is the much younger brother looking for approval from his older sister.

It is a little because of this that I imagine that Barbie is the oldest, Blitzo is the younger twin and then Fizarolli (between months to a year younger than the twins). (Though this order tends to go back and forth between Blitzo and Fizz since sometimes I feel like Fizz would be the eldest and the twins would follow Barbie and then Blitzo as the youngest, trying his hardest to prove to his "elder" siblings that he is just as good. Also whenever they perform does give the impression of the little brother being overshadowed by their more talented older brother.)

Fizz and Blitzo based on the flashback we see have worked in the circus constantly which means that they had to grow up fast so the little time they had to play was probably between shows (w/ their balloon animals) and after the show.

It does make me wonder; where is Fizz’s family? his parents? Was Fizz sold to the circus? Did his parents also work there but let him be more with Blitzo since they were friends? Did Fizz have siblings? What was/is his relationship with Barbie Wire?

Or on a different theory are Fizz and Blitzo really brothers? At most half brothers. This is mostly because the horns, while Barbie and Blitzo have them slightly curled hough not long and very thick. Cash and Fizz have them longer and heavily curled, plus Fizz and Cash seem to have the same tips of their hands black while Barbie, Blitzo and Tilla don't.

It’s all good. I love your rants.

-I definitely think Fizz is younger than Blitzø and Barbie. He’s so sweet and innocent. He grew up a youngest child for sure!

-And Blitzø and Fizz cannot be brothers. I really don’t think so. It would be effed up if they were and there are 2 instances where them being siblings wouldn’t slide.

First, in the trailer for season 2 we see Fizz and Blitzø dancing and Blitzø’s face is def not showing brother vibes.

Secondly, in loo loo land Blitzø sees Robo fizz spit out the bullet he shot and says: “Oh, what a mouth.” Giving some major sexual innuendoes- also look at his face in that seen too. Nah, they had to have dated or something.

I believe Fizz was sold to the circus. Most of what happened in Itty Bitty imps is what I believe happened on the show (most of it is probably wrong- but that’s totally irrelevant lol)

Maybe his parents died, or maybe they just didn’t want him. But seeing how sweet and cheerful Fizz is, I believe he had good parents but lost them and was then sold to the circus.

I have some theories on what Barbie’s deal is, but I’m curious on your thoughts.

- Taglist: @todayimfour

#itty bitty imps #Helluva boss #fizzarolli #barbie wire #helluva Blitzø

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thesevenwondersofawitch · 4 months

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I'm watching ep1 of The Brothers Sun

I love how the dude is baking cakes and watching Great British Bake off 😂 (killers have hobbies too)

Love how the Triad people are wearing sequins

Oh noooo the old guy is dead!

Oh no he isn't he's just in a coma

Ohhhh and he's the main dude's dad

Oooooooooooo his mom's the key to power?! Fuck yeah! Michelle Yeoh is amazing

Fast and furious energy with that fast car( is it the the main guy's brother?)

What a mood that he's actually an Uber driver😂

I hope those girls gave him a good tip since they got sick in his car

I have the same alarm tone😂😂

MICHELLE! (I wonder if the footage on the TV is of Michelle's panda that she adopted)

Wait

Is she a nurse? 😂

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww she's so proud of her baby🥺

My mom also makes me text her when I get to school 😂

Love how she's just like 'go get smart'🥺

Bruce is painfully relatable with his awkward thumbs up flirting

Bruce: *pulls crumbled up dollars from his pocket and pushes it towards the lady* How much education would this buy me?

Lady: 'there's 7 dollars here.'

Poor Bruce, he spent his tuition money on improv classes 😂

'Dude, I am not a criminal!' nah but your family is😂

The way he's trying to justify selling drugs is so funny yet relatable in how college is so freaking expensive

Love that the main guy is happily getting some pastries 😂

Oh no he's just led the bad guy's to his Mama's house 🥺

Is no one even home?😂 He looks like he's been preparing himself the whole flight over😂 Awkward

Awww, he's seeing all the pictures of his mom having fun with his brother 🥺

Oop now he's fighting

DUDE HAVE YOU NO RESPECT THAT'S HIS MAMA'S HOUSE?!

Me: *makes notes* get ✍️ electric ✍️ fly✍️swatter - Oooooooooooo ✍️and a pineapple ✍️

The way that he's pausing to smoke and give the guy a cigarette 😂

Ooof, that was yucky🫣👀( the dude literally pulled his hard through the knife)

I'd make a joke about how pepper spray is not really that effective when your house is broken into and there's a lot of violence that have taken place, but it's Michelle yo so she makes it an insanely deadly weapon

Michelle: 'Bruce' wrong son, don't worry Bruce is fine selling some drugs

Love that her first words to her eldest kid is 'who's this?'

He brought pastries, he's a good son😂

She insulted his beard 😂 and is making him clean up

Dude used the good knife to fight? Disrespectful 😂

Love how they're just cooking while a dead dude is there😂

'not soft, sensitive'😂

Michelle: 'he thinks his father is a gambler and you're an Antarctica working with penguins'

Brother: 'fuck'

DUDE YOUR MAMA MADE YOU FOOD YOU SHOULD EAT IT

Wait, I feel like the club is the same one Bruce is at😂

Bruce, you should've logged into the guy's network just for giggles 😂

Bruce is such a mood

Bruce, in a room of sketchy people who are probably killers: "Hello sir nice to meet you, I'm Bruce."

Oh May is totally a killer

And I kinda love her

Oooooo it is the same club!!!

Bruce: "WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY SOME DRUGS?! I'M NOT A COP!" Relatable

Ooooooooo Bruce is trying to sell his brother snow/pearl/nose candy/disco biscuit 😂

Oof, Charles got tasered

Poor Bruce is so confused 😂

Love that their grandmother carries a taser 😂

"I could prove it by killing all of you. Or you could just check my ID."😂

May is fangirling😂

Love that she's like: 'sometimes family's are fucked up'

Bruce: 'wait, dad's rich? And I'm driving for Lyft?!' what a mood

Poor Bruce is so scared 😂

Charles: "Bruce, do me a favor, don't tell Mom." :)

Bruce: 'WhAt?' :(

Boom shockaloca

Bruce: "We can't come in here looking like this! Mom's gonna freak!"

Charles, barely able to stand and covered in blood: "I found Bruce, he's safe"

Meanwhile, their mom is in the kitchen in an apron, shower cap and getting ready to cut up a body: "Charles go get changed. We gotta get rid of the body. Bruce, go to bed. You got a test tomorrow." She's got her priorities straight, that's for sure

The way the brothers looked at each other as their mom starts drilling into the bad guy😂

This show is a comedy truly

#TheSevenWondersOfAWitch watches #brothers sun #it's fantastic #lil bloody #but hilarious #Michelle Yeoh #mama sun #charles sun #bruce sun #netflix series #the brothers sun #Netflix the brothers sun #Michelle Yeoh brothers sun #netflix the brothers sun #brothers sun spoilers

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themarginalthinker · 6 months

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QUICK AS SOMEONE WANTING TO GET INTO SEWING... Got any tips for beginners?? 🥺🥺

OK SO LMAO

I'm going assume you mean like, with a machine, but there's also some stuff I can start you off with for hand sewing (which is also a fantastic and very necessary skill to have in my opinion!)

-Most sewing machines they sell at the store are the same, Singer is just the most recognizable brand bc it's the oldest. A sewing machine with the same specs in another brand is basically the same.

-Now, what those specs are is important for what you're doing. A basic sewing machine for, say, sewing lightweight or medium fabrics will run you between 100 to 300 dollars. 'Heavy duty' means you can switch the setting to add more power behind the needle because it has a more powerful engine to get it through more layers of/thicker fabrics, and it has a wider range of settings for different projects.

-There's also surger machines, but I'm not sure about those (and I can only assume as someone just getting into things, that's probably not what you're after, but if it is, you should talk to the clerk at the store or look up reviews)

-MIND YOUR HANDS, CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH EVEN IF IT SEEMS TO GO WITHOUT SAYING. THE MACHINE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOUR FINGERS. DO NOT PUT YOUR FINGERS ANY CLOSER TO THE NEEDLE THAN YOU NEED TO TO CONTROL THE FABRIC. FUCK.

-Adjusting the tension on the needle is a bitch, everyone hates it. If your thread is snapping for seemingly no reason, it's probably the tension.

-Some machines come with an automatic bobbin winder, which is nice. (actually, I think it's a standard for most these days? More research needed..) but yeah. Bobbins. They make the underside of your stitch line, which is important otherwise the thread just pulls through the fabric uselessly.

-Seam allowance is how much extra edge you give the fabric when you're cutting it out so you can sew it together. I usually got for about a quarter inch, which is about two centimeters? You may want more or less, depending on the fabric/ what you're comfortable with. Some fabrics ravel at the edges easily, so you need more seam allowance for a different kind of stitch.

-Pinking sheers are those scissors with the jagged edges (like those craft scissors but for Grown Ups) - this cuts the fabric in a way that keeps the edge from unraveling so easily

-On the subject of scissors, DON'T. FUCKING. CUT. OTHER. MATERIALS. WITH. YOUR. FABRIC. SCISSORS. I WILL COME TO YOUR HOUSE AND FILL YOUR SOCK DRAWER WITH SAND. Doing this will dull your scissors really fast. Don't fucking Do it.

-Machine loud....scary...BUT MUST NOT LET IT KNOW YOU ARE AFRAID

HANDSEWING

-There are a ton of fantastic tutorials on youtube for learning some basic stitches, but here here and here are some I find most useful.

-Needles also come in different sizes and shapes depending on what you're working on!

Big blunt needle: tapestry or darning needle. Used for weaving in ends in yarn, usually.

Small needle: basic sewing needle.

Curved needle: Good when combined with the ladder/invisible stitch for sewing two things together with no visible thread showing. The curve acts like a scoop in very taught fabrics were you cant angle a straight needle to get it through again.

-You're gonna want a thimble. You put it on the finger that's pressing the needle through the fabric, because if you're sewing for a bit, that finger is gonna get chafed from the point pressure.

-REST AND FLEX YOUR HANDS it's really easy to get cramps because of the small, repetitive nature of the action!

-you will see that one youtuber making god level outfits. you will be tempted to try that. I cannot control you, but I can also stand on the shore and wish you godspeed

NOW, IF YOU HAD QUESTIONS ABOUT EMBROIDERY, UNFORTUNATELY I GOT NOTHIN'. I don't do embroidery (yet...we'll see how things go). But here is a video for you to look over of some basic stitches for embroidery you may find useful!

I hope this has been helpful! If there's any specific questions you have, you're always free to ask, and if I can't answer them, I can maybe point you to someone who can! :D

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