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uma1ra · 9 months

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The Senna Detox Tea is not to be played with. It's a daily colon flush that removes parasites, excess bloating, and lightly cleanses the liver and kidneys.

#senna tea #islam #quran #islamic #muslim #islamicquotes #pakistan #islamic group #muslim community #muslim countries #istanbul #islamicpost #islamicreminder #muslim ummah #muslimah #jannah

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nurschafieeza · 1 year

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Khasiat Senna Makki

Senna mengandungi sebatian yang merangsang pengecutan otot dalam usus.

Teh Senna ialah teh herba popular yang diperbuat daripada daun tumbuhan senna. Teh Senna mempunyai sejarah penggunaan yang panjang sebagai julap semula jadi dan biasanya digunakan untuk merawat sembelit. Teh Senna mengandungi sebatian yang bertindak pada kolon untuk merangsang pergerakan usus. Bahan aktif utama dalam teh senna ialah sennoside, yang merupakan julap semula jadi. Sennoside…

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#Bioshifax #khasiat #Kolon bersih #Senna #Senna tea

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tomatoluvr69 · 11 months

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fuuuuck can inquiring minds get a recipe for the uterine blaster blend. or is it proprietary for now

Omg yeah well I should preface this by saying I’m not a doctor I’m a food scientist for gatorade (they don’t employ me or know who I am). But it’s just a simple blend of raspberry leaf & wineberry leaf (virtually the same, wine berries are closely related lol and I only add them bc they grow all over my yard and I like to put fresh leaves in), red clover, and motherwort. But because I’m super willy nilly and only drink teas that taste good I also added lemongrass lemon balm and chicory for flavor. But I super highly recommend even just raspberry leaf from your co-op, it’s that wonderful combination of good for you and really yummy (see also: tulsi). This tea doesn’t even need extras for flavor bc the raspberry and wineberry and clover are so nice.

Also another disclaimer is that a lot of people touting this shit are like scarily trad sometimes so like also see your doctor and whatnot and not pictured in the teas are the multiple Tylenols and ibuprofens I also take even though I know how to make a perfectly good willow bark tincture lol. And third disclaimer even a cursory google search is a good idea before heavy use of any herbal medicinals bc some like ashwagandha or whatever can build up their effects over time or mess with your meds and stuff but everything I’ve put here is super safe just research before you go too crazy :-)

#a personal choice I’ve been making lately is to do loose teas for flavor control and bc it’s much cheaper #you can get a to. of loose teas at the co-op for sooooooo cheap if ur in an American city #but I used to get Smooth Move tea for constipation relief and choking it down was suuuuuuch a struggle bc I hated the licoricey flavor so #much so then I just started buying looseleaf senna (the active ingredient) and flavoring it with mint family herbs instead and it’s made #such a difference in my life #asks

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rileyslibrary · 1 year

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“The Lieutenant wants to see you in his office immediately,” Soap said. And when you asked why, he shrugged and said he didn’t sound very pleased.

“I don’t understand, Sergeant,” you whisper as he escorts you to Ghost, “I didn’t do anything.”

“I don’t know, soldier,” he shrugs once more as you reach the door, “just stay strong.”

Strong? Why? And what does he mean by “stay”? You have no idea what happened, so there was no time for you to prepare a case against it. You weren’t “strong”. On the contrary, you were as vulnerable as a house of cards.

Soap knocks on the door, and Ghost calls you in.

You push the door open to find an angry Lieutenant Riley sitting on the edge of his desk. His arms are crossed in front of his chest, tapping his fingers on one of his biceps. His leg hits rhythmically on the desk, and his breathing is audible from across the room.

“Sit down,” he orders sternly and points at the chair right before him, “and close the door, Soap.”

Soap does as he’s told, and so do you.

“So tell me, soldier,” Ghost begins, “what did you want to be as a kid?” He asks and looks at his watch.

“What does th-”

“Answer the fucking question, soldier!” He snaps.

“A t-teacher, sir.”

“A teacher, huh?” He contemplates, “so you liked to lecture others?”

“I don’t under-”

“Answer. The. Fucking. Question.”

“Yes, sir.” You reply and look at the floor.

Ghost unfolds his arms and hands you a piece of paper he has been holding. You look up at the note and then back at him. He brings his index finger to his mouth and eagerly shakes the message in his other hand. You nod, take the paper and unfold it:

“It’s April Fools. Soap has framed you. He’s eavesdropping as we speak. Play along.”

The statement “has framed you” was Ghost’s way to say that Soap was pulling a prank on you.

“So,” he proceeds, “as an aspiring teacher, I suspect you also liked to write on whiteboards?” He asks and checks his watch again, “you know, mark things and put stickers on stuff?”

“Yes, sir!” You reply enthusiastically, and he gestures to take it down a notch. He’s right; you’re supposed to be in trouble.

“And,” he stands up and looks at his watch again, “you decided to relive your childhood and do this?” He says and turns around to reveal Soap’s prank: A giant stamp on the back of his cargo pants with the words “BABY GIRL”, written in white paint and clearly visible from space.

You cover your mouth with your hand, and he gestures for you to stop. You nod and take small inhales, then a long exhale.

“Don’t you have a spare uniform, sir?” You ask, trying not to laugh.

“Good question, soldier,” he shouts so Soap can hear him from behind the door, “see, my spare uniform has a bedazzled JUICY COUTURE written on the back.”

You both hear a thud on the door and someone running away.

“What happened?” You whisper, but Ghost puts his hand up to stop you. He’s focusing on the sounds behind the door. He looks at his watch one more time.

“Well, why don’t you look at that,” He cheers, “it worked!”

“What worked, sir?”

“Senna leaves,” he explains, “I steeped a bunch into Soap’s tea in the morning as revenge.”

“Senna, what, sir?”

“Laxatives, soldier,” he replies, “they take about eight hours to work.”

“And you waited eight hours to get back to him?” You ask, shocked. You thought he had a short fuse. But, no. This man was calculated.

He shrugs. “I saw him last night sneaking into my room,” he explains, “I figured if he wants to mess with my ass, I might as well mess with his.”

He walks towards the window and picks through the curtain. “Come,” he says, “come look at him as he runs to the other side of the base since the toilets here are,” he brings his hands up and makes air quotes with his fingers, “out of order.”

#simon ghost riley x gn!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley fanfiction #simon ghost riley fic #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon riley x y/n #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #ghost call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod ghost #ghost cod

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honeytonedhottie · 7 days

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HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE may edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the may catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. a magazine for it girls ✨ and now please enjoy, the it girl magazine.

FOR THE WELLNESS GIRLIES ;

this month i discovered ballerina tea! and if u dont know what ballerina tea is, im going to put you on bcuz thats the whole point of the it girls magazine. the key ingredients in ballerina tea is senna and chinese mallow.

so essentially ballerina tea contains herbs that some cultures have traditionally used for a long time. its marketed as a weight loss tea but thats not all true. ballerina tea has a laxative effect and is really good for DETOXIFICATION and translate into lost weight in the form of water and stools.

while we are on the topic of consumption this is your reminder to eat ur fresh fruits and veggies! lets talk about ways to incorporate more fresh foods into our everyday diet.

if u like to snack, make fruits and vegetables more accessible for you. by prepping snacks before the cravings start, your snacking smarter.

start making smoothies or açai bowls as a rly yummy and easy way of getting fresh fruits daily.

make tasty veggie platters with home made sauces as a way to get in vegetables, or find a way to incorporate veggies into ur favorite recipes.

something that i did recently that has improved the quality of my diet is simply making some foods from scratch. for example i had a huge craving for fries, so i made home made fries and i can guarantee its 10X better then the processed fries that i would've gotten.

THE SCRAMBLE FOR SUMMER PLANS ;

school is FINALLY done. we are free to enjoy our hot girl summers! but now that school is done i find myself faced with the "now what?" question. no but seriously now what? no one wants to have a wasted summer, and ik u dont either so make sure to live up ur summer!

i did not take my own advice and i did not make preparations in advance for my summer so as of writing this post i have no plans, so im scrambling to make plans with my friends and set things up for myself. im planning out things like girls trips to the city, shopping trips, parties, dinners etc etc. and ofc manifesting for the vacation that i deserve.

HONEYS BEAUTY CORNER ;

SUPER EASY TANNING ROUTINE - tanning is one of the most important parts of summer! to start ur tanning routine, first things first set up a tanning playlist. my tanning playlist consists of songs like espresso by sabrina carpenter, nasty by tinashe, and turn it up by pink pantheress.

next apply some SPF to protect ur skin from the hot sun and apply some tanning oil if u have it. something else important to remember when tanning is to cooldown after tanning so keep some aloe vera gel on hand to avoid burning. we wanna TAN not burn.

tan the front then the back (each in 10 minute intervals) by the time ur done each side should tan for about 20 minutes each. so it'd be something like (front - 10 minutes, back - 10 minutes, front - 10 minutes, back - 10 minutes)

afterwards COOL DOWN with some swimming, some aloe vera, have a tasty mocktail/cocktail, apply some tanning oil and repeat the process one more time.

SMELLING LIKE THE BEACH - if u wanna smell like the beach, go to the beach. but if u wanna have the same effect i recommend the following products : the watermelon and coconut scented tree hut scrubs. the maui hair products. cabana girl body wash from philosophy. the bum bum body scrub. sol de janeiro rio radiance. ;

DIONNE FROM CLUELESS - STYLE DISSECTION ;

dionne is my absolute favorite character in the clueless movie and show for a MULTITUDE of different reasons. she is the embodiment of black femininity, girlyness, and she just exudes the lavish energy that we all know and love!

lets start off by talking about the way that dionne styles her hair. dionne's hair is so healthy, bouncy and absolutely GORGEOUS. she frequently styles her hair with things like headbands and clips. i've seen her in lots of different hairstyles and she always EATS.

dionne isnt particularly drawn to one specific color, the colors that she wears ranges depending on her outfit but everything is so well put together. one of dionne's most ICONIC looks is her unforgettable burgundy velvet dress with some white detaling.

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pickingupmymercedes · 3 months

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Under an Ipê tree - Lewis Hamilton

The three times your annual visit to Senna’s tomb brought something different

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Senna! Reader

warnings: mentions of death, mourning, AD 21', Lewis at Ferrari (rubbing salt into every open wound apparently)

wordcount: +1k

a/n: Not gonna lie, started this one with something in mind and it took a life of its own. I know Senna! Reader isn't everyone's cup of tea, so please, proceed with caution, because there is mention to real events and real emotions envolved with mourning. Also, AD 21', I'm sure as hell not over that, so here's another trigger warning.

a/n. 2: Those trees are how pink Ipês look in blossom, I know Brasil is not known for its colder months but those beauties come alive after the few cold weeks.

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Like most traditions it started without any intent on actually becoming a thing. You and Lewis would take a couple hours off on Wednesdays before the Brazilian GP every year, the destination a known one to everyone in the paddock. It was a journey you used to do by yourself until Lewis had been the brave, and first one, to ask you if he could tag along. He’d been to Senna’s tomb before, you knew that much, but the respect and adoration he held for your late father had you deciding he should be good company.

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“I swear I had never seen my mom angrier. Can you imagine her with the speaker at Interlagos shouting to everyone with an ear that I shouldn’t be racing and if anything happened Ayrton was to blame cause I wasn’t even old enough to be there” You told a laughing Lewis while remembering when your father faked an ID so he could sneak you to the track and teach you how to race in your brand new - Mclaren themed – kart. A Christmas gift he went out of his way to get to the famous Brazilian track circuit in time to open day.

“You know, my favorites snippets of his life are the ones you talk about, Sundays at the pool, ice cream dates, kart running without your mom knowing. Whenever someone talks about him it’s always about his wins, his hardships, his cars and battles … it’s almost as if he didn’t exist beyond formula 1, like we froze just a fraction of him and forgot all about the rest.”

You smiled at him, you liked how Lewis never questioned your feelings towards f1’s out of this world idolatry on your father, mainly because at the end of the day, to your 8 year old past self, Ayrton was first and foremost “pai”, the dude that thought you not to be afraid by throwing you into the ocean when no one was looking, the one that cooked instant noodles for dinner in spite of your mom’s pleads, the one that constantly tried to show you that love is a feeling we should act upon in the present and never wait for a so promised tomorrow.

“He would’ve liked you I think… would’ve hated to race you, for sure. But as a person, he would have probably seen you as one of the good ones, pointing out bullshit, fighting fia every chance you get, protecting the guys back at the garage, focusing on racing and not talking, looking out for everyone.” You answered truthly, as he respectfully held his hands behind his back looking at the tomb stone, while you casually sat in the edge of the stone, almost too comfortable around the place from all the visits you’ve done over the years.

“I think you should meet Galisteu someday, she’ll have way more interesting stories about him to tell you than I do.” You absentmindedly noted, remembering all she’s told you about your father, this other side to him you never got the time to see.

“Nah… we’re our truest around kids, his best version was the one you got to see. Now, what was that time he sneaked a stray dog onto your apartment?” he asked while reaching for your shoulder so you both could walk along the path back to the car awaiting to take you both back.

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“I don’t think I really remember the sound of his voice” you sighed looking up at the Ipê tree just beside the tomb. You had shown Lewis a photo of what it looked like once in full blossom before, in the Brazilian winter, and he promised you he would eventually find the time to come see it in its full glory in late June.

The walk in the cemetery, the light hearted banter, him opening his heart on dreams and the future and the confessions you would eventually make to Lewis about Ayrton were part of the annual occurrence you had both unspokenly agreed on, but that one line seemed to have hit him hard enough he just motioned you to go on, no answers or remarks.

“I mean, I know what his voice sounds like because there’s a thousand and one interviews with him, but I don’t think I can truly remember what he sounded like in real life … how he talked to me.” You explained it further, now looking at the Briton.

He engulfed you in a hug, the kind only he knew how, your tears leaving marks on his shoulders. You would rarely cry over anything related to your father, at least not in front of people anyway, but Lewis was… well, Lewis. You and Niki were the one who pushed, like hell, to sign him to Mercedes back in 2014 against everyone’s better judgment, and while you knew he would be every bit the driver and phenomenon he was, neither of you anticipated the friendship that came out of seeing him almost every GP you attended. A relationship that had crept its own way into your hearts, slowly allowing to see each other as something more than just good friends.

“He’s proud of you, wherever he is. I know that much” He whispered, leaving a soft kiss to your temple and bringing you even closer to his body.

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“He would’ve crashed into Verstappen back in 2021, wouldn’t he?” He prompted out of nowhere, gazing seriously at the tomb as you observed him pondering over the possible outcomes of a race that, like a ghost, had been following him nonstop, specially with the São Paulo GP fast approaching and with it his chances of securing his 8th title, two races before the end of the season.

“Start another Senna vs. Prost ?! ” You thought out loud, trying to read into his expressions and mannerisms, a talent of his you weren’t quite as good.

“Maybe I should’ve done it”

“You’re not like that Lew. You’re you and no one, not a single person, wants someone else” Your exasperation clear in your voice, hands reaching for his chin as his eyes locked into yours and he nodded, an unspoken agreement between the two of you, one you had to hammer into his head from time to time, that he may have Ayrton as his idol but he was just as much of an icon to the sport, and to a million of kids out there.

“On Sunday you’re going to reach that top step in your red suit, fulfill Ayrton’s dream and claim a championship for Ferrari. You. Not him, nor anyone else” and come the end of the race, he did just that. Smiling down at the sea of people in a mix of old Mercedes merchs and new Ferrari ones, dedicating his trophy to all the other people who believed in the impossible with him.

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 x reader #ayrton senna #Senna!reader

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laxatives4eva · 2 months

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AHH I FUCKED UP ANA APRIL ALREADY?!!!!!

nonononononono

Fasting tomorrow. I feel like a fucking cow. Gluttony is disgusting gluttony is nasty I am nasty I will pay Ana back these next few days.

How to restart after a really bad binge:

- purge (be careful, drink water, do it asap)

- fast! This can often lead to another binge, so make sure you’re in the right headspace and have motivation so you’re not setting yourself up for failure and discouragement.

- take laxatives or senna tea (when you do it too much your body becomes dependent on it and stops being able to produce bowel movements on its own, so only when absolutely necessary.

- hit the gym. Burn those calories off! You will feel so much better after, even though working out can feel like shit.

- figure out your trigger foods, and avoid them like the plague. Binging says a lot about your will power, and the food you binge on say even more. How embarrassing is it that every time you see cake or chips your mind gets so obsessed with it. It’s literally just fat and carbs. You don’t want that! You’re not addicted to the food, you’re addicted to the guilt that you feel when you eat it. Get rid of foods you tend to loose control over because having them around is doing you no good. You already know what this tastes like, you don’t need to be reminded! Out of sight, out of mind!

- drink so much water!! Flush that shit out of your systemmmmm.

I can’t think of any more but these are the bvlimic behaviors I do to keep Ana going for the rest of the week.

#tw mia #pvrge #pvrging #bully mia #thinspø #stop binging #bingedisorder #lose weight fast #ana y mia #bul1m1c #bingepurge

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burnmarksofficial · 9 months

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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄 ─ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐀 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

❨ series masterlist | request | taglist ❩

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ─

★ birth name ─ jae-eun lee ★ hangul ─ 이재은 ★ nicknames ─ jae, jj, jae-bear, jennington, lilo

★ birthday ─ 5th november 2003 ★ age ─ 20 (int.) 21 (kor.) ★ zodiac ─ scorpio ★ chinese zodiac ─ sheep

★ birth place ─ seoul, south korea ★ home town ─ seoul, south korea ★ current residence ─ seoul, south korea

★ nationality ─ korean ★ ethnicity ─ korean ★ languages ─ english (100%), korean (100%), japanese (100%), french (100%), chinese (97%), spanish (97%), italian (96%), german (96%), thai (54%)

★ gender ─ cisfemale ★ pronouns ─ she/her/hers ★ sexual orientation ─ bisexual ★ romantic orientation ─ biromantic

★ height ─ 170.18 cm (5'7) ★ weight ─ 72kg ★ blood type ─ o negative ★ eye colour ─ black ★ hair colour ─ black

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐑 ─

★ occupation ─ formula one driver

★ team ─ oracle red bull racing ★ position ─ 1st driver ★ race number ─ 13

★ sponsors ─ the hwang corporation ★ helmet ─ bell

★ podiums ─ 65 ★ grand prix entered ─ 67 ★ points ─ 1562 ★ highest race finish ─ 1 (x53) ★ highest position ─ 1 (x3) ★ world championships ─ 3

★ manger ─ jin sehun ★ opertaions manger ─ do-yun park ★ personal assistant ─ yana rintarou ★ trainer ─ rin hiniki ★ press officer ─ moon dan-bi ★ race engeriner ─ claudia lao

★ debut race ─ 2021, bahrain gp ★ debut age ─ 18 ★ first podiums ─ 2021, bahrain gp (1) ★ first points ─ 2021, bahrain gp (25) ★ debut race win ─ 2021, bahrain gp

★ fans names ─ j-nation ★ offical colours ─ black and white

★ instagram ─ jaeeunlee ★ twitter ─ jaeeunlee ★ youtube ─ jaeeunlee ★ tiktok ─ jaeeunlee ★ twitch ─ jaeeunlee ★ facebook ─ jaeeunlee ★ personal website ─ jaeeunlee.com

★ role modles ─ ha-ru lee, ayton senna, michael schumacher, kimi raikkonen, sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton

★ signature ↓

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 ─

★ mbti ─ intj-a

★ strengths ─ organised, creative, well-rounded, calm, realistic, naturally gifted, smart, introvert, quiet, logical, planner, open-minded ★ weaknesses ─ perfectionist, temper, self-critical, serious, detached, guarded, cold

★ family members ↓ min-jin hwang ─ mother ha-ru lee ─ father (deceased) ari lee ─ older sister ye-jun hwang ─ younger brother dea-eun hwang ─ younger sister saja lee ─ younger brother

★ hobbies & skills ─ photography, cinematography, art, fashion, racing (formula one and others), sports, reading, music/playing instruments (specifically guitar), skateboarding, working out, traveling ★ habits and mannerisms ─ headphone tapping, order in which she wears her jewellery, lip biting, picking at her nails, rolling her eyes, resting bitch face, speaking extremely monotone

★ likes ─ family, friends, her dog loki, woking out, music, playing guitar, skateboarding, art, fashion, photography, cinematography, reading ★ dislikes ─ rude people, racists, homophobes, basically any one that doesn't stand for human rights, people that abuse their power, mclaren

★ medical history ─ depression and anxiety ★ phobias ─ atychiphobia (fear of failure)

★ favourites ↓ number ─ 13 colour ─ black animal ─ dogs emoji ─ 😭🫡✨💀🫶🏼🏎📸 season ─ summer

★ favourites food ─ pizza, kimchi, soft tofu stew, samgyeopsal, sushi, instant noodles, tteokbokki, bibimbap, naengmyeon, bulgogi, korean bbq ★ favourites desserts ─ chocolate, mochi, cheesecake, crepe, red velvet cake, basically anything sweet ★ favourites drinks ─ coke, soju, strawberry milkshake, engery drinks, tea, coffee, milk, water, red wine

★ personal playlist ─ here

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s-4pphics · 11 months

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i NEED to see a street racer ellie x grid girl reader fic IM ON MY KNEES FOR THIS🙏🏾🙏🏾

OHHHHHHHHHHH WEVE DONE IT AGAIN IMPULSIVE HCS

wc;cw: 800 or sum, streetracer!ellie, gridgirl!oc, ellie being a car nerd and hot, mentions of sex MDNI, mentions of ciggies and illegal shit

streetracer!ellie…… passes out

she always loved cars :3 her dad owned a mechanic shop and used to watch him repair all the damaged cars that showed up

when she was thirteen he finally let her help him replace the tires

and then change the oil

and then fix the ignition

eventually taught her how to drive stick😝😝

and 2 years later she knew the anatomy of vehicles like the back of her hand

she was on her dads payroll 💯💯 shout out to mechanic!ellie😞

when she found out ab street racing she got obsessed with it. 2 fast 2 furious is her favorite movie of all time

her youtube history was wild😞😞 30 hours of devon aoki edits saved

so when she got invited to a race by one of her friends when she was a junior for her birthday she almost passed out

the screech of the tires on the pavement and smell of gas gave her heart eyes

she swore she was going to participate in a race after they both left that night

SIKE she thought everyone laughed at her when she showed up the next day in her dads beaten up family van LMFAO

the bullying was devious fr😞 she cried a little when she got home

but ofc her friend helped her ass out and high jacked his brothers old nissan

the overseers allowed her to participate but nobody bet on her except her 2 friends. that $20 pitch didn’t help her confidence much but she loved them😞

she was nervous and filled with adrenaline and tried so hard not to gawk at the hot girls that waved their grids around

when they waved their flags and signaled for the racers to go….

ellie was out that bitch fr😞😞 SKKRTED ON THEY ASS BIG PURRR

VVRRRROOOOOOOM LIKE BFRRR

she hit every sharp turn every curve every bump like it wasn’t shit

she made everybody eat they words that night. HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEENIE😝😝

some overseers gave her $300 outta pocket that night and she wasn’t even on the list to race

her and her friends went every weekend. would leave campus and go straight to the tracks fr

she started getting a little fan base after a month of racing😞😞 girlies from school would come just to see her

but she didn’t pay them any mind💯💯 she payed them a little mind

n 5 years later…. most betted on racer in the city YUHHHH

she makes racks every weekend… and she brings it all home to her dad so she can take care of him 🥺🥺

he doesn’t question where she gets the cash from but he always feels nervous when she leaves the house🥺🥺 poor old man he just wants his baby to go to college

she owns one mclaren senna but never takes it anywhere😞😞 it just sits in her garage lol she paid for that shit in cash tho big bags big stacks

drives a fucked up supra when she races😂😂 she tries to cover up the scratches and large dents with cute little spray paint jobs of fire and sparkles and shit😂😂

she named it renee and slaps the trunk like she slaps ass every time she gets behind the wheel :3 thinks it’s good luck

smokes cigarettes mmmm fuuuck

such an aggressive racer like omgg she gets so competitive and pissed she's so hot

tatted to hell. full sleeve

TERRIBLE RECORD!!!!! arrested twice and was on parole :/

but at least all the grid girls got a little crush on her 😳😳 titties out ass out bc they want her attention

all the male racers hate her bc of it… she don’t care tho suck her dick💯💯

she’ll never say it but…

she definitely stares too long at one grid girl whenever she shows up in her little croppies and booty shorts😞 she’s fine as hell ITS NOT HER FAULT💯💯

too bad gridgirl!oc doesn’t pay ellie any mind anymore :((she had the prettiest smile and such good pussy

that ooey-gooey. that sloppy. THE WORLD'S BEST CREAMER💯

did i mention they're ex's? YEAAAH CLOCK THAT TEA

every time ellie fills up her tank she can’t stop thinking about the time she bent her ex over the trunk and railed her from the back

she may never feel that pussy again 😞😞 it makes her wanna cry

when she met gridgirl!oc for the first time two years ago her world changed for the better

her zits disappeared, her hair got softer, her crops were watered

they fell in love immediately…. like instantly

they were inseparable. up each other's ass. in each other's cars. in each other's guts. so so happy

until they weren’t

their breakup was soooo fucking messy.

cheating accusations. screaming contests. EVEN A PREGNANCY SCARE???😳😳😳

a hot mess. and their relationship ended in flames :(

but that doesn’t mean ellie can’t peep every once in a while😛😛 that ass is still fat as fuck regardless of the beef >:)

#ellie williams smut #ellie williams au #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams hcs #streetracer!ellie #gridgirl!oc #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #lesbian

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CONSTIPATION REMEDIES ✨

and general gut health tips from a girl who’s been through hell

magnesium!! - i’ve been taking magnesium oxide every day and it honestly changed everything. cannot recommend enough.

tea - lots work great; senna, chamomile, peppermint, ginger, etc. i love green tea and black tea.

chia seeds - so good with yogurt and oats

prunes - the flavour might not be for everyone, but they’re really helpful

ripe bananas - oddly, they work

apple cider vinegar - a tablespoon with water before meals, and a great appetite suppressant too

fibre supplements - i have a bunch of powders that i stir into my drinks so i can sip all day, the flavoured ones are delicious and still really low cal

coffee - in moderation, never on an empty stomach

laxatives ! IN MODERATION - only as much as your doctor/meds instruct !

ROUTINE CHANGES:

minimum 10 min walk after every meal - walking after i eat really gets my stomach moving

2-3L water a day

do stretches + massages for bowel movements, there are tons of tiktoks and youtube videos!

walk plenty, i try to reach 15k a day

work out a few days a week

high-protein diet

metabolism days!!!

cut out processed foods

get enough fruit!

reminder that excess water and fibre when you’ve been backed up for ages won’t change much, you just create more gas above where you’re backed up.

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𝓥𝓲𝓮𝓰𝓸, 𝓥𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓐𝓻𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷

𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽: viego + prompt 6 “I’m not going to leave you, and you’re not going to leave me either.” + prompt 16 “i’ll destroy anyone that gets in my way, anyone that tries to get in between us.”

𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: senna and lucian were able to save you from viego’s captivity and keep you safe, far away from him. but a world that would rob viego of beauty is a world that deserves destruction.

𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼: yandere viego x reader, brief nsfw, kidnapping, manipulation, murderous implications, possessive viego (aka normal viego lol)

“Lucian forgot to buy honey the last time he went out, hope you don’t mind” Senna shot you an apologetic look as she slid your mug across the table, the dark tea inside sloshing over the edge from the motion. She cursed at the sight and you thanked her quietly, letting the porcelain’s warmth thaw out your frigid fingers. Shaking off the cold of the Shadow Isles proved to be a tough feat, so as long as your tea was piping hot, you didn’t mind it lacking any sweetener.

You watched Senna grab a cloth and drag it over the spill, a chill jolting you simultaneously, goosebumps flooding over the expanse of your skin. You couldn’t help but look over to the window as if this chill was caused by an external force; from out there, and not the easily explained reaction of your freezing palms coming into fast contact with the heat of your beverage.

Your nerves were at an all-time high, but could anyone really blame you? This was the first time that you were anywhere near free in a long time. When Viego decided that you were his, that you would be his queen and bound you to his side, your freedom was instantly stripped away. The only daylight you were permitted to see or fresh air you were allowed to breathe was what you could glean from the castle windows, and the only alone time you ever had was to use the bathroom, albeit time that was limited since he would begin calling you back to him if he felt that you were taking too long, rushing you. Other than that, you were always glued to Viego’s hip. Senna and Lucian rescuing you was nothing short of a miracle that required extremely hard work and months of planning. You were so grateful that it worked out, feeling eternally indebted to the couple. You had expressed this to Senna but she would always brush you off, saying that you owed her nothing for simply returning your freedom.

Your eyes were still fixed on the window, but not really seeing beyond it. You observed the scenic, bustling street and the shining rays of the sun, the gentle rustling of the front garden’s flowers as if they were all a picture; as if they would be flat to the touch if you reached out. As if they weren’t real. Was anything real beyond four walls? Despite the immense gratitude you continued to feel towards Senna and Lucian, you knew that it would be a very long time before they would let you leave the house or be seen outdoors by yourself, for your safety, because Viego has eyes everywhere, they would tell you. By that logic, you couldn’t help but wonder… were you really free after all? How could you be free if you still weren’t allowed to stand within those bustling streets, or to bask in the shining sun’s rays and smell the flowers' sweet scents? If Viego had eyes everywhere, did he know where you were right now? Was this even worth it?

You had begun to space out as these questions plagued you, the view of the outdoors not soothing you much despite how unchanging it was, which should have done nothing but reassure you; made you think that you had all the time in the world to experience nature if it remained the same for so long.

But then the scene did change. A figure deviated from the crowd in the street, adjacent to everyone else who was hurriedly on their way to a destination far away from this address. Being preoccupied with your thoughts caused your eyesight to blur, you were unable to make out who this figure could be as the sight became larger and larger; they were coming closer.

Did Viego find you already?!

A jingling sound was muffled from outside, you blinked rapidly to try and desperately clear your vision, whipping your head to the doorknob to watch the lock turn.

He was coming in. He had a key.

A creak chimed out, the once dimly lit dining room now much more illuminated from the sun as the door opened and revealed Viego’s silhouette to you in all of his glory. You felt stuck outside of your body, paralyzed and only able to utter incoherent sounds equivalent to small gasps for air. He stopped moving in once he had breached the doorway, looking over at you. Your sight was still impaired, but with a few more blinks and shakes of the head you cleared it quite quickly, and your heart dropped in relief.

“You okay?” Lucian asked, his eyes mirroring yours when they widened. His eyebrows raised as he kicked the door closed behind him, his arms too full of shopping bags to do it instead. Now that the sunlight was gone and the regular lighting of the room was restored, you could see him much better. It was just Lucian.

Right. How could you forget Senna mentioning that Lucian wasn’t here when you woke up because he went back out to grab items he forgot from his last shopping trip… such as that aforementioned honey? It was as if your remembrance of her words had summoned her, she was at your side right after Lucian spoke, gently taking your shoulder and watching you with concern. The pressure of their conjoined stares made your cheeks burn in the embarrassment of your mistake. Not to mention how you never liked being the centre of attention; something that made the obsessed spotlight that Viego cast upon you feel that much worse.

“I am, I’m fine. Sorry.” You didn’t feel the need to explain yourself because, above all else, Senna and Lucian were two of the most understanding people you had ever met. Their patience for you was unmatched, you were well aware that they appreciated your situation and didn’t expect you to elaborate when you didn’t feel the desire to. You were sure that they knew what had happened just now anyway, their expressions becoming cognizant rather quickly following your silence.

Senna patted you before walking over to take a bag from Lucian, hauling it to the counter so she could begin unloading its contents. You watched her and sipped at your tea now that it had cooled down a bit, the mundane task that she was carrying out bringing you comfort from its regularity.

“Did you get more honey?” she asked, having finished her chore faster than you could register when the now empty paper bag tipped over on the counter, and she turned to rest her back against the edge of the surface, arms crossing over her chest while she glanced at Lucian. You followed her eyes, watching Lucian place the other bag next to himself on the ground so he could lean down and slip his shoes off with free hands.

“Did I get more of what?” he responded nonchalantly, not bothering to look up as he did. That caused him to miss the instant droop of Senna’s expression which you were happy to have witnessed, stifling a laugh from the interaction.

Consolation began filling you at the sight of such a silly exchange; as you realized that you really were okay. You knew that everything happening to you right now did so for a reason. You were going to have to stay inside the couple’s home for a little while longer if you wanted any future freedom at all, and that was okay. They were willing to protect you for as long as they had to, and you just knew that they would save you once more if a time ever came when Viego did find you again. Of course, you also knew (no, you didn’t actually know. But you dearly hoped) that Viego never would be able to find you again. Besides, if they were able to save you from him in the first place, then he didn’t do a good enough job of keeping you away.

Feeling so comforted, so protected, you decided that today was going to be the first of many when you would finally live for yourself. This was the first time that you were anywhere near independent in a long time. Why not start making the most of it? Chugging down the last of your tea, you stood abruptly, chair screeching as the force of your movement pushed it back on the wood floor. The duo looked at you at the same time, Lucian now upright and jumping slightly at the sound of your empty teacup slamming down onto the table (you mumbled an apology, not meaning to be so rough with their possessions).

“Let’s do something fun. Do either of you have plans?” You placed your hands on your hips, taking on a strong stance to show off just how strong you were after everything you had dealt with thus far.

“None aside from watching over you” Senna shrugged. Lucian nodded his agreement, waiting for you to continue. With a deep breath and a smile, you did.

“We are going to bake some treats. I’ll even teach you some recipes from my homeland! Did you happen to buy any jam?” you turned to Lucian, joining your hands with index fingers pointed at him, ever-focused. He perked up, seemingly delighted at your sudden liveliness. Senna must have felt the same, this was the biggest show of enthusiasm that you had to offer since getting here.

“I don’t remember buying any… but we probably have some here already!” Lucian returned your smile, slipping past Senna to the refrigerator so he could check, careening the door open quickly and creating a cracking sound which caused Senna to scold him and roll her eyes at his sheepishly mumbled apology. A moment passed before his hand raised, showing off a half-full jar of strawberry jam. You shimmied in delight, listening to Senna’s warm chuckle at your reaction.

“What else, captain?” she asked, more than glad to entertain your newfound ardour as she opened a drawer containing various baking utensils, like patterned rolling pins and spatulas. Sparkles formed in your eyes at the sight, the prospect of making delicious, fragrant pastries already making your mouth water and your excitement become unbearable if you were to dally any longer.

You were finally reminded of what it could feel like to be home.

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With droopy eyes, you wiped some sticky jam off of your cheek as you swallowed the final bite of your cookie, feeling drowsy and content from such a long day full of baking and devouring delicacies.

“I almost forgot how good these are, I haven't had one in years…let alone the entire plate, sorry” you chuckled shamefully, slumping further into the couch as Lucian picked your crumb-littered plate up from the coffee table. Could they really blame you for eating every last one? you haven’t had these cookies in years because there was almost nothing in the Shadow Isles, aside from remnants of some alcohol and limited foods Viego brought you from a long time ago in Camavor, food that was far past the point of decay. Indulgence never happened for you anymore.

“I’ll remember the recipe” Lucian grinned before turning to bring the dish to the kitchen, and you let your eyes close peacefully when the sound of the sink’s running water began. You were only able to doze for a moment, a gentle nudge to your arm stopped you from getting too comfortable just yet. You peered an eye open to see Senna standing over you.

“Why don’t you lay down in bed? We’ll clean up, go get some rest somewhere more comfortable.”

Good idea you thought. Senna was always full of great ideas. She also blinked at you, mildly perplexed as to why you had yet to respond. Oh, you hadn’t said that out loud!

“Good idea” you repeated with the evidence of your fatigue much too clear as you ran a hand over your face and stood on wobbly legs. Senna gave you a sympathetic smirk, classically understanding what just happened as she said nothing else and went to join Lucian in the kitchen, leaving you to your own devices for the night. It really was unfortunate that the activities of the day had worn you out so quickly, you would have loved to spend more time with the two, but you also knew that catching up on rest was equally as important, if not more. At least the small dose of caffeine in the tea from earlier had given you enough energy for baking at all, and what pleasant memories you were able to make as a result!

Upon arriving at your room, you closed the door behind you, domestic sounds of the post-baking cleanup now muffled to your ears as you trudged to your bed with heavy steps. You had decided to stay cozy today, having already worn a nightgown since the morning. Unfortunately, you couldn’t let yourself rest just yet within these pyjamas, because they were now covered in flour and stained with small flecks of jam.

Worth it, you told yourself as your eyes fell shut, feeling too sleepy to keep them open a moment longer even as you unbuttoned your gown and let it fall to your feet. Stepping out of it, you decided to take the lazier route tonight, leaving it on the floor rather than placing it in the hamper as you moved to search your drawer for a new one. I’ll clean my room tomorrow morning.

Being left in your undergarments as you blindly felt around in your drawer, the room felt much colder, naturally. Though it was bizarrely cold, the temperature today had not been low enough for you to be reasonably feeling goosebumps rise on your skin right now. With some restraint, your eyes opened and your hands stopped moving. You began scanning around your room, feeling slightly unnerved. What exactly were you looking for, anyway? Maybe your room just felt chillier because it was on the second floor, it took longer for the heat to get up here… right? Just as your chin met with your shoulder and you could see what was directly behind you, a sigh of solace passed your lips.

Your window was open.

Now everything made so much more sense! Regarding the temperature drop, at least. While you couldn’t recall opening your window at any point this morning, you also didn’t want to think too much or for too long about it, scurrying over to close it and warm yourself up once and for all; to be rid of the constant chills that kept running marathons on your flesh today. Reaching up above your head, your fingertips met with the lift and you wasted no time in pulling it down.

As the window closed with a resounding thud, freezing-cold hands grabbed your hips from behind.

Paralysis was imminent, your last motion being the removal of your own hands from the window, unable to move them anymore once they fell back to your sides. Perhaps if you had kept your eyes open when you got here, you’d have noticed the lingering black mist submerging the floor.

“My love,” his voice was trembly, breath frigid on your neck as you felt him push his front against your back, bodies glued together once again, like all of those times before.

Viego found you.

You tried to say his name, but you couldn’t find your voice. You wanted to acknowledge him, get a response, and ensure that you were not dreaming and this was real.

Another thing that you regretfully noticed and solidified how real this was, was that he was hard, slowly rutting his hips against your ass and gradually pressing you further and further against the wall, your cheek squishing into the glass of the window. You already felt utterly violated, so exposed in the minimal clothing you wore and the lewd movements Viego made against you. This lasted only for a moment, but of course, it wasn't over; he flipped you around so he could stand between your legs, to grind against your clothed pussy and move his hands to your face, holding your cheeks with earnest, his eyes glowing in the darkness of the room as they bore into yours.

The friction of his cock against you had started to numb your body, thighs beginning to tremble as you swallowed hard and grabbed at his forearms. As if that clutch could manage to give you any kind of control over this, something you never had with him.

“How did you find me?” you managed to get out with a voice that was almost inaudible, but your words never went unnoticed by Viego even when you tried, no matter how quiet.

“It wasn’t difficult.” His thumb brushed over your cheekbone, his eyes following the motion, a quiet whimper sounding in his throat. “Our souls are bound, we will never be truly separated forever.” He was so close. You felt his lips brush against yours with every word he spoke, heat rushing to your face and a familiar feeling stirring inside of you. You had to distract yourself, to think of something else. This could not escalate any further if you wanted to have any kind of power here at all. Viego knew your every weakness.

“A-are you going to take me back to the Shadow Isles?” you asked quickly despite the stutter, and as your voice broke when you spoke the word shadow, Viego’s eyebrows met in concern. His motions ceased, though he remained impossibly close to you. You really didn’t like how calm he seemed. Any time you acted out of line he would lose his mind, giving you punishments that he claimed hurt his heart to inflict but that it was entirely your fault. His display of the polar opposite reaction to your misbehaviour was something to be afraid of, and that you were. You couldn’t help but wonder how he managed to get here undetected, even with the proof of his mist filling your room. But then a horrifying thought came to you.

“What did you do to Lucian and Senna?!”

Viego shushed you too swiftly after you spoke, soothingly dragging his thumb from your cheek to your lips, pressing on the bottom one as he put his forehead against yours.

“What they did is unforgivable, condemnable. How dare they take what is mine?!” His eyes screwed shut in anger and his thumb pushed in a little harder, but not painfully. You noticed that he must have been trying to stay quiet, his words were malicious and enraged but his volume was just barely above a whisper. He took a deep breath before continuing. “One thing I noticed was that you were not scared. You were not upset with them for the atrocity they committed. As much as I wanted to make them one with the mist, I did not want to be the cause of your upset once more.”

This caused your brain to stop. If you heard correctly and were not relying on wishful thinking, Viego was admitting how he was… aware? Aware of how much grief he caused you in the past, of how any time he thought he was making the right decision for your sake, he couldn’t have been more wrong.

“If you come back with me now, they will be spared. We will leave now, leave no trace.” He looked into your eyes, hopeful.

You weren’t dumb enough to think that the chances of living a life free from Viego were guaranteed. You were hopeful too though, hopeful that you could have had a bit more time. Two days were not enough. The closest you got to enjoying the fresh air and sunlight was during the walk from the wagon into the house on your first day here: ten seconds, if not less. Before you could stop yourself, a small sob wracked you, tears forming in your eyes as you stifled a whimper. Viego looked like he had a heart attack when you did, quickly pulling your head to his shoulder and embracing you tightly.

“Shh, do not cry. I will keep you safe from now on. I’m not going to leave you, and you’re not going to leave me either. Never again.” He cooed these words into your ear, his tone awfully sultry as he stroked your hair and squeezed you close. All they did was make you feel worse, a full cry leaving your lips as his caresses suffocated you, his body on yours (that was still so naked in comparison) making you feel immensely claustrophobic between him and the wall.

He continued on with soothing you, ineffectively at that. You couldn’t handle anymore, inhaling shakily as you started to resist, trying to push him off of you and create some space between yourselves. For a moment you thought that you had succeeded, as he pulled away and placed both his hands on the sides of your head, fingers weaving through your hair in pause.

Then, after grabbing fistfuls of your hair, he leaned in and kissed you, hard.

If suffocation was a mere phantom sensation before, it was full-on now. He smothered you so intensely and so vigorously that you forgot to breathe, whining into his mouth as you grabbed onto the collar of his jacket for some kind of grounding, dizzying stars appearing behind your eyelids. The rise and fall of your chest became brisk against him, you truly began to worry that he would kiss you to unconsciousness. His eventual pulling away was slow, something you would consider romantic or passionate if this were any other scenario, but the sharp inhale you took through your mouth right after was a definite mood killer. Well, it would have been to anyone else. It seemed you could do no wrong in Viego’s eyes.

“As saccharine as honey,” he whispered, tone low and sweet like the very substance he mentioned; one you regretted not asking for in your tea this morning because a return to the Shadow Isles meant no sustenance or special treats like that ever again. The thought of returning to that dull, prison-like lifestyle sent more tears to your waterlines, which soon streamed down your face. Viego watched them fall, grimacing.

“Your tears induce my own” he spoke brokenly, thumbing at your cheeks with the utmost precision until they were dry beneath his touch.

“I’m so much happier here than with you” you managed to sputter out amidst your snivelling, already knowing what damage those words could induce but still needing to speak your piece either way. Viego seemed legitimately frozen after registering what you said, his movements ceasing slowly.

“I gave you everything. All that I do is for you.” He looked down, contemplative. “How much happier could you possibly be here than with me?”

“I’ve never wanted even half of what you’ve done for me, Viego” you cried, trying not to let the way he looked up at you shatter your heart when you saw how sad his eyes were. Instead, you tried to interpret his expression in a different way… in a way that proved you were getting through to him and felt encouraged to push the limits. “Please, just let me stay here. It’s what’s best for both of us.” You tried shoving at his chest to create some space between yourselves once more, and to your shock, he moved back a step from the force. You shivered from the sudden separation, hardly realizing how much warmth his usually frigid body managed to provide to yours with how bare it was as of now. He was certainly in his own state of shock from your words, even a “heart” as cold and dead as his could feel a pang of hurt from the ugly truth.

You took advantage of his reaction and used the surprise that you felt as adrenaline to get moving. With eyes blown wide and completely focused on him, you began to step away and past him, intent on slowly walking to the bedroom door and throwing it open before making a full run for it, so you could alert Senna of what was going on and be saved from whatever future Viego intended for you.

You only made it a couple of feet away before he spoke.

“Until you return to my arms, all will be brought to ruin.”

You paused, dreadfully looking at him from over your shoulder. He was looking at you the same way, his back still visible to you but his eyes piercing.

“I will not lose you again. I will destroy anyone that gets in my way, anyone that tries to get in between us.” He turned to you fully, making your breath hitch as the room started to feel a lot stuffier, the black mist thickening immensely. He approached you through the fog, taking long strides that you tried to back away from but met with the door of your closet after one measly step, effectively trapping yourself once more. Stopping just before you, he raised his arms with upward-facing palms in the falsest show of submission you had ever seen, one that felt like a mockery. “Come back to me, Y/N.”

You remained motionless. Viego was many things, many brutish, despicable things, but never a liar. If he was intent on destroying the entire world until you were in his grasp once more, he would do it hundreds of times over. Despite knowing this and fearing the worst, your desire for freedom still called to you from the back of your mind, a small voice on the brink of defeat, yet one that still held out so much hope.

“Please don’t make me.” Weak and dry, your voice was so broken. Defeated. Even Viego simpered vilely, both of you understood that this was a desperate last effort and that you had no chance, that this effort had failed.

“If you want them to live, you know what to do.”

You were crying again. Not a theatrical, loud cry, simply hot tears that impaired your vision and swelled your throat, making it feel full and suppressive to any words you wanted to say. With a shaky breath and a harsh swallow, you managed to communicate just one. One that you dreaded saying as it would be a form of confirmation, but you could not let this continue, you could not leave Senna and Lucian at risk after all they had done for you.

“Okay,” it was a groggy murmur, with a tone that would have been so obviously averse to anyone else’s ears. But to Viego, it was an instant victory, your wholehearted agreement. You looked at his smug expression while you trod to him heavily, so slow with feet that felt encased in cement as if to stall your impending doom for as long as you could. Viego was not a patient man, but you knew that right now he would let you walk to him for hours longer if it guaranteed your return.

His shorter wait in reality certainly was a guarantee, you found yourself folding in on yourself against his chest much sooner than you would have liked. While his hold was something that you usually dreaded being in, right now it brought a soothing sense of familiarity as you felt his arms envelop you like a shield, protectively. He pulled you even tighter against him, your hips touching and reminding you of the state he was still in even after all of this. He then leaned down until his lips were right by your ear, brushing over your lobe.

“You know how much it pains me to punish your wrongdoings, but I cannot let your abandonment go undisciplined. We will discuss this further when we get home.”

You tried to look up at him while the mist began to engulf your surroundings, your sight becoming more and more narrow until all you could see was Viego and his utterly heartbroken eyes, classically so, because the topic of him hurting you just seemed to hurt him even more. Somehow, the view broke your heart too, regret filling you as you never truly wanted to upset the man who loved you so much. Before succumbing to the darkness, all you could think of was how glad you were to have the peace restored, to know that all would be well between you and your Ruined King once again as soon as you woke up. No more false happy endings, no more delusions of thinking that you were allowed to live and experience silly things like nature. You would be returning to the truth and stability with the man who would do anything for you, and that was all you ever needed.

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yan-senna · 8 months

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No Longer Friends (Severus Snape)

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Introduction:

Severus Snape’s wife comes home early from a day out with her friend. When he sees that she’s upset, he makes it his personal mission to figure out what happened.

This is a request and birthday present for @giosnape. Buon compleanno (happy birthday)!🥳🎁🎂

Note: This was supposed to be about “Bad Day at Work”, but because of recent events, I couldn’t make myself write it as it would become too personal.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Published: 10/9/2023

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Word count: 979

Warning: Angst (Loss of friendship and threatening to curse somebody)

Severus Snape is at home in Spinner’s End, drinking a cup of tea. His wife, Y/N, left less than an hour ago to go out with one of her good friends.

Severus is happy that she spends time with her friends - that means he gets to stay home alone and enjoy some quiet time. Even though the longer they have been married, the more he misses her whenever she’s not near him. He almost considered tying her to the bed this morning just so she couldn’t leave… But he obviously didn’t do it. She needs her time with her friends.

He will just have to occupy himself until she gets home - perhaps read a book? Or brew a potion? Even though he enjoys these things very much, he would still rather have her next to him. He sighs to himself. He wishes that she would get home earlier today.

Just as he’s about to take another sip of his drink, the front door suddenly opens. He grabs his wand to stop the intruders. However, when he faces the newcomer, he widens his eyes. It’s his wife - why is she already home? Did his wish come true?

“Darling? Why are you already home?” he questions, tilting his head.

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redrikki · 3 months

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Playing With Fire (The Dubiously Consensual Remix) - People didn’t tell Azula no. (Azula/Ty Lee)

The Thing With Wings - Aang had a son. He would teach him airbending and never be alone again. (Aang, Bumi II)

Chips and Blocks - Lin called Toph ‘Chif’ for years before some well-meaning busybody taught her to say 'Mom’ instead. Toph isn’t sure what kind of mom she is, but she knows which kind she doesn’t want to be. (Toph, Lin)

Half a Phoenix (The Out of the Past and Into the Future Remix) - Everyone has a lesson to teach. Ozai and his granddaughter learn a lot from each other. (Ozai, Zuko, Zuko’s daughter)

Conversations on the Road to Splitsville - Tenzin and Lin were never going to work, it just took him a long time to realize that. (Lin/Tenzin, Pema/Tenzin)

Sweep, Stir, Sew - When your daughter is the Avatar, motherhood is an exercise in letting go. (Senna/Tonraq, Korra)

Ten-Thousand Words (Which Wont See The Light of Day) - A series of short stories about the ladies of the Legend of Korra. (Asami, Pema, Ikki, Lin, Ginger, Senna, Katara)

People Skills - Bolin’s not too smart but he’s good with people and he’s okay with that. (Bolin)

Element of Freedom - Opal knows what she wants, she just needs to be convinced to go for it. (Opal, Korra)

Girl, Gotten (The Heroine After Remix) - As long as Asami’s the hero, Korra’s okay being the love interest. (Korra/Asami)

Leaves on the Wind - What comes next? Two short stories about the next Avatar. (Korra, Asami, OCs)

Crossovers

Tales of Albuquerque - A car bombing in San Francisco lands Marshall Mary Shannon in a whole lot of hot tea or Zuko and Iroh hide out from the Flame Triad in witness protection. AtLA/In Plain Sight (Zuko, Iroh, Mary Shannon)

The Start of a Long Summer - Azula steps through a wardrobe to find a kidnapping faun and a wintry kingdom ripe for regime change. AtLA/Chronicles of Narnia (Azula, Tumnus)

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