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paliwalinteriors · 2 years

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kokofromwattpad · 1 year

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BUBBLE BATH TIME!!

Featuring: The overblot gang

Plot: During alchemy, you partnered yourself up with your lover, already knowing how much better they are than you in this type of stuff. By accident, a random student walking by your table knocked over the cauldron, spilling all of it's contents onto your lover. Suddenly, a large cloud of grey smoke erupted around them. Just as quick as the smoke appeared, it disappeared. On the wooden floor was a child version of your lover, sitting their with doe like eyes staring at you. Quickly, Crewel ordered you to take them back to your dorm as clean off any excess chemicals.

Cw: child! Overvlot gang x reader, fluff,

A/N: This came to me while I was in the middle of MY own bath. (it sucked by the way)

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

Riddle was busy occupying himself on the marble counter, sucking on his chubby little fingers like they were hard candy. You were squatting by the victorian styled bath while warm water flowed from the metal tap. Sighing as you stood up, you walked past little Riddle and opened the beige cupboard where you stored all of your towels and grabbed one at the top of the pile. You set the towel next to Riddle and went to trying to unbutton the child's clothing. You gently picked Riddle up as he grabbed onto your hair as a way to steady himself. You went down on one knee and started to slowly lower Riddle into the bathtub. Because Riddle had unintentionally let go of your hair, he started to panic. He started wiggling in your grasp, trying to get out so he could try and grab onto your hair again. You, however, being much stronger than him in this form, held him a bit farther away from you so that you could properly wash him. Slowly, you dragged the sponge that had already been squirted with body wash up and down Riddle's tiny frame. The red haired child held onto your arm for dear life, scared at what would happen if he would let go. After you rinsed all the excess soap of Riddle you pulled the stopper from the bath's drain and lifted Riddle out from the tub. Riddle whimpered at the cold air as you wrapped him up in the fluffiest towel you had. His chubby cheeks expanded when he brightly smiled at you.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

Leona's tail shifted angrily in the air as you placed him on the bathroom ground. He started to angrily babble at your minor negligence as you filled the bathtub with warm water to give the small beastman a cleaning. Leona shifted onto his knees and started to crawl to your calf. He grabbed onto your pant leg and used it as leverage to hoist himself up on his chubby feet. Once the child gained his balance he started to babble madly, trying to regain your attention. Finally, after what Leona felt where years, you picked him up and placed him on the basin counter. You undressed the child from his clothes and neatly folded it on the side. You then went to pick Leona up walked over to the bath. Ever-so-slowly, you began to lower him into the filled bathtub. Now, Leona technically being a cat, he did not like this. He started flailing aggressively, trying to get out of your gentle grasp and escape, but you kept him in your hold and continued to lower him. Once his body entered the tub, he relaxed. He stopped squirming and just stared at his reflection as you cleaned all the gunk from his body and hair.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

Eight sticky tentacles spread out like a clock as Azul's big, round eyes stared curiously at you. The octo-mer sat in the overflowing sink, caused by your worry that he may dry up at any second. While you grabbed some towels from your room, Azul babbled loudly about who knows what. Entering the bathroom again, you set the towels on the closed toilet lid and stepped cautiously towards the child version of your boyfriend. You reach your arms out, going to grab him out of the sink, when suddenly, four of Azul's tentacles latch onto your arms. You try to pull the limbs off of you, but just makes Azul whine. Begrudgingly, you let the boy wrap all his tentacles on your arms. You streached your arms out as far away as you can from your face. Azul's eyes start to sparkle when he is placed into the bathtub full of water. He happily swims around the edge of the bath and does a few happy spins to show his appreciation towards you. Gently, you bring the damp cloth over to his human half and start to slowly wipe him down from the left over potion. The boy grabs onto his round stomach, indicating that he was getting hungry after the short time of his swimming session.

JAMIL VIPER:

Jamil had a calm and collected look, even as a child. Somehow, Kalim had caught word of what happened to his friend and had rushed over to make sure that he was okay. Kalim retells stories of his and Jamil's childhood while you prepare and extra set of clothes for the newly turned child. Kalim sighs and walks over to where Jamil was waiting for you and started to gently pinch and the boy's soft cheeks. He then squeals loudly, alerting you. You run over to the two Scarabia students, only to see Kalim squeezing Jamil's cheeks while the said boy looks at Kailm with the most pissed off look that he could give. You pull Kalim off Jamil, sit the vice-housewarden onto your hip and walk back to the bathroom, with the white haired boy tailing after you. The bathtub was filled with fluffy bubbles. Kalim rolled his sleeves up in preparation while you sat the young boy in the shallow water. When Kalim tried to bring a sponge to Jamil's body, the boy flung water right at the housewarden as a warning not to touch him. Kalim just started to laugh at the other boy's action and just ignored him as he guided the sponge all over Jamil's small body.

VIL SCHOENHEIT:

The younger Vil had started to whine while you were walking to Ramshakle as a sign for you to hurry the hell up since he was starting to smell. As soon as you entered the bathroom, Vil's whining had stopped immediately. You placed him on the counter top to prepare some towels for him. As you were doing that, Vil tried to get dressed by himself. However, because of his newly acquired chubby and inexperienced hands, in was quite a challenge to get his shirt off and he was starting to get pissed. Small, clear tears rose from the ends of his eyes and rolled gently down his chubby cheeks. When you finally got the best towels you had on hand, you noticed the soft sniffling coming from the little model. You rushed over to the boy, cooing praises of how difficult it must be because of his shrunken body. You wiped the tears away from his eyes and then gently unbuttoned his small white shirt. Vil was a very happy child after he got all the remnants of the catastrophe off his body.

IDIA SHROUD:

Idia was quite a sensitive child. He always looked like he was about to cry at any second and that just made your heart twist a little. You held him extremely close to your chest as ran all the way to Ramshackle, as to make sure that nobody saw your boyfriend-turned-child. You blew out a breath you didn't now you were holding in when you finally entered the safety of your dorm. Idia was clutching extremely tight onto your school shirt as he hid his face into your chest. While walking up the stairs, you wonder if Idia's hair would go out if it was put under water. You however found out that it, in fact, not go out. Idia looked like he was close to balling his eyes out every time you walked away from the tub to fetch something. But when Grim finally walked into the bathroom, the little boy smiled a bright toothy grin while reaching his arms out as if he was reaching for a trophy. When Grim finally left you and the baby alone, Idia started crying crocodile tears and wailing out, "Kitty! Kitty!"

MALLEUS DRACONIA:

While you and the now smaller version of your boyfriend were still in the classroom, someone had ran out to call Malleus's guards and Lilia. The former general was laughing hysterically at the situation you were thrown in, Silver was rocking the slime covered baby and Sebek was screaming loudly at you, saying how its your fault that his young master was turned into a baby and how his reputation is going to ruined because of you. Malleus was starting to tear up from Sebek's harsh words. Lilia noticed this and tried to console the little boy, but that just made Malleus whine loudly. When Sebek had finally finished his screaming session, he turned to Malleus and picked him up as to give him a proper scrubbing, when the prince turned his head angrily away from the half-fae. Sebek's face fell from it's prideful expression and silently moved away from the baby. When Malleus turned his head back in your direction, he pulled his arms in front of him and started making grabby hands towards you. You obliged and held the sticky baby in your arms as he giggled loudly at your action. And so, with the supervision of Lilia, you washed the prince all teh way from his horns to his chubby toes.

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gh0stsp1d3r · 3 months

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Omg I love all your fics and was wondering if I could request a wonka x reader where she is Mrs. Scrubitts child and she secretly takes care of noodle and she falls hard for Willy and try’s to stop him from signing the contract.

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I love thissss! Readers adopted, I did kinda change it so that they had some more chemistry ): Might make a part 2, if anyone wants one

You watched from behind the counter, along with Noodle. You both peered through and looked at the new man coming in.

He was attractive, and he spoke with a smile on his face. You both were crouched down, out of sight from your adoptive mother.

Noodle looked to you knowingly.

Scrubitt opened the door up, yelling “Get the man some gin.” She said sharply, you quickly stumbled and stood up, going as quick as possible. Willy watched, feeling bad at the treatment you seemed to be getting. Noodle followed as you got a cup.

You looked down as you handed it to him.

“Thank you.” He looked at you, his eyes with something you couldn’t quite place. You looked up and then walked into the back again.

Noodle looked at you, you looked down at her and you both crouched down again, looking out.

He soon was about to sign when you mouthed the words. “Read the small print.”

“What?” He whispered, leaning in and glancing at Ms. scrubitt.

“Don’t sign it!” You mouthed.

Ms. Scrubitt cut you off, closing it and laughing nervously.

He looked back at the paper, and unfolded it.

He looked back to where you once were.

“Y/n, and noodle. Adopted them both.” She explained. “Lil troublemakers.” She laughed nervously again.

“Go.” You told Noodle, already knowing your fate.

“I’m not gonna leave you-“

“Go, noodle.” You whispered again, she sighed and ran away, you stood up and waited. Bleacher came bursting through the door, grabbing your arm roughly.

"I question why she adopted you." He grumbled out, along with some other insults. He threw you onto the floor, you looked up at him and he sneered at you before shutting the door on your face, locking you away.

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“Room service.” Noodle said, knocking on the door.

“Told you not to sign. Should’ve read the print.” You said from behind her. He was staring out at the window, then turned to you both, a small smile.

“Slight problem with that.”

“You can’t read, can you?” Noodle said from besides you.

“I focus my studies almost exclusively on chocolate. I had nowhere to stay, I was going to freeze out there.”

“It’s okay. I know what you mean.” You nodded at him with an understanding smile.

“For everything else, I’ve relied on the kindness of strangers.” He said, smiling back. And he knows he just met you, but he found himself entranced by your smile. And you wouldn't admit it, but you have felt attracted to the man since you saw him yesterday.

“Look where that’s got you.” Noodle said. “The staff quarters.” She said, referring to the room.

“Least you’ve got a bed.” You said, and he was going to sit down on it. The old bed collapsed the second he got onto it. His eyes widened in shock.

“You had a bed. Happen’s to all of them. I’ll get someone to fix it tomorrow.” You waved it off.

“Desk, and a wash basin/toilet. The water comes in two temperatures, cold and colder.” Noodle continued, pouring the colder water into the cup.

“How much do you owe them?” You asked the man.

“Ten thousand.”

“Count yourself lucky. I owe 30.” Noodle said again.

He looked to you, his face in shock at the amount.

“50.”

“What?! How do you owe them money? I thought they found you down a laundry chute. And I thought they adopted you.” He looked to Noodle and back at you.

“Oh, they did. Took me in out of the goodness of their hearts, and charged me for the privilege.” She said.

He looked to you now, interested in your story.

“The hag adopted me but when I grew up, they said that they had regretted it. Charged me 50,000 saying how I had caused too much trouble. I get one sovereign a day, and to pay it off I would have to work for.. roughly 137 years.”

“What a pair of monsters.” He said, arms folded as he leaned against the wall now.

“The greedy beat the needy everytime, Mr. Wonka.” You started, with a shrug as you picked the pail up, carrying it and beginning to leave the room.

“Guess it’s just the way of the world.” Noodle said, finishing your sentence.

“Oh come on. That’s just your orphan syndrome talking.”

You both turned back now, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Our what?” You both said in unison.

“Your orphan syndrome. And we are not gonna be eating any slops.” He dumped the food away.

“What are you doing?” Noodle asked him, you both entered the room again.

“I’m making chocolate of course. How do you like it? Dark? White? Nutty? Absolutely insane?” He tilted his head to the side.

You shrugged, “We’ve never had it.” You had a small smile on your face as you looked back at the man, he was intriguing. He was handsome, and he had a smile that you felt was the best you’ve ever seen.

“you’veneverhadchocolate?” He said quickly, you couldn’t quite understand what he said. “You‘ve never had chocolate?”

“No…” Noodle and you said.

“What?!” He exclaimed loudly, “You’ve never had chocolate?!”

“Still no.”

“Well, this is unbelievable. This is outrageous.” He mumbled to himself, opening up the wooden box.

“Well lucky for you, Y/n, Noodle, I have a selection of the worlds finest ingredients right here in my travel factory.”

He got to work soon and made 2 different chocolates. While working, he explained how he started his business, how important his mom had been to him.

"She sounded like an amazing woman." You said, offering him a smile. Your smile comforted him.

Noodles was a cloud with a lightning bolt, yours was a heart-shaped one. You smiled at it, and he smiled back as he watched you both bite into it. You watched Noodle, but her smile disappeared.

“I wish you hadn’t done that.” She said, you quirked an eyebrow. You thought it was amazing.

“You didn’t like it?”

“No, I like it. It’s just…” you could tell she was hesitating to say something.

“Now each day I don’t have chocolate will be a little harder.”

You frowned at her, if you knew she had liked it before you would’ve saved up all the money in the world to buy it for her. Willy opened his mouth to speak but you spoke faster.

“I think I have a few sovereigns saved. Next time we go out, I will buy you as much as you want.” You said to her, a smile on your face she looked up at you.

“You already waste all your money on me.” She said, she already felt terrible about it. You did more for her than anyone else had ever.

“No need to.” Willy interrupted, you both turned to him now.

“How would you both like to have all the chocolate you can eat, all day, every day, for the rest of your life?”

“A lifetime supply?” Noodle asked.

“A lifetime supply.”

“What do we have to do?” She asked.

“Not much… just get me out of here.”

Noodle stood up, you remained seated and furrowed your eyebrows. How would you do that?

“Are you crazy?” She said loudly.

“Sh, sh, it’s easy. I’ll get someone to cover my shift, and y/n, you could smuggle me out of your laundry cart.”

You thought about it, and it wasn’t a terrible idea. You both looked at each other for a moment, then he turned back to Noodle when she began to protest.

“Just for a few hours, mind. No one will even know I was gone.”

“What’s the point in that?”

“To sell chocolate, of course! We’ll split the profits and pay off Mrs. Scrubitt in no time.”

“It’s a nice idea, Willy.” You started, he began to walk away to the window again.

“It’s a great idea.” He corrected.

“It is. But, it’ll never work. It would take forever to pay off all three debts. That’s 90,000 sovereigns.”

“It will work. I promise. Even if it does take a while. Eat your chocolate,” he said the last sentence to Noodle.

“And Mrs. Scrubbitts like a hawk. She keeps her beady eye on everything that comes out the wash house except…”

“There was that one time the aristocratic came and she was all over the poor man.” You said, they both turned to you.

“All we have to do is find an aristocrat and slip out while she’s distracted.”

“Where would we even find an aristocrat..?”

He also ate a piece of chocolate, and the lightbulb going off. Literally and metaphorically.

"Huh." he said.

"Huh?

"Huh."

"A double huh."

He turned back both of you now.

"Do you have a pencil and paper?"

"Yes, why?" you asked him

"I have an idea."

#willy wonka x you #wonka movie #wonka #wonka x reader #timothee x reader #timothee fanfic #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chamalet #timothée chalamet #willy wonka x reader #wonka 2023 #willy wonka

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purplestars222 · 10 months

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Miguel x Reader - Insomnia

Miguel x depressed human reader

part one part 2

(mig has a bit of a thing for you, even tho he won't admit it. so he gets worried when you don't show up for work for a week)

i am SO sorry if i get any of the Spanish wrong, this is my first time writing for a character that speaks Spanish, and i personally don't know any Spanish, so please correct me if i get anything wrong.

cw: reader has bad depression after hobie broke up with them, not leaving bed all day, staying up all night and hallucinations, fluff, mig gets dirty thoughts but doesn't act on them

words; 715 (i know its short, sorry)

this is my first fic, please be nice

You wake up, it's 8 pm, and you decided to have a nap after waking up at 2 pm. You roll over and check your phone, 17 missed calls from your boss, Miguel. You swipe the notification away and start scrolling through Instagram, too exhausted to leave the bed. About 2 hours go by and you decide to get up to go to the toilet, when you walk into your loungeroom, a tall, dark figure is sitting on the couch, head in its hands, mumbling something. You ignore it, assuming its another hallucination, and start walking away

"Cariño?"

You froze, it sounded like miguel, but why would he be here? In your house?

"Miguel?"

"Ay, dios mío, you had everyone worried! You haven't shown up to work in a week. What's going on?" he wasn't happy, which scared you. It was also actually him, maybe, you weren't sure, but it seemed too real to be a hallucination

"been busy." you walk to the bathroom and shut the door

"Busy with what?"

"Just leave, please..." your voice breaks

He opens the door and sits next to you on the floor, he puts a hand on your back in an attempt to comfort you, You lean into him, getting his suit soaked with your tears. after what seems like an eternity of crying on the floor, miguel helps you up and wipes your face clean

"You need to shower, where are your towels? I'll get one for you."

"cupboard, my room."

Miguel turns the shower on, to a nice hot temperature and leaves to grab you a towel.

You haven't showered in a week. He could probably smell it on you, and now he probably thinks you're disgusting. You strip off and hop in the shower, the feeling of the hot water on your back was amazing. You slide down the wall to sit on the floor, curling up into a ball to start crying again

after about 15 minutes, there's a soft tap at the door "Amor? can I come in?"

"y-yeah...."

Miguel walks in and sits the towel on the basin, the sight of you naked, even though most of you was covered, was enough to give him a boner, but he couldn't. Not while you were this upset

"That's not showering, y'know" he lets out a small chuckle, "Can I help?"

you nod, and he hops in, still wearing his suit, he sits behind you and starts washing your hair and back, his hands were so gentle, and the way his claws massaged your scalp made you feel amazing.

"mig, i-"

"Shh, just enjoy this, okay cariño?" his voice came out as a whisper, his breath brushing against the back of your neck

That nickname. That fucking nickname. It made you feel things you didn't wanna feel towards your boss, even if he is the hottest man you've ever met, he's your boss. He's only helping you like this so he can get you back to work.

Miguel starts massaging your back, causing you to let out a soft groan, Laying in bed all day was not great for your back, And miguel could tell it was sore. He continues to work the knots out of your back, once he's finished, he stands up, grabbing you by the hands to help you up, he walks you out of the shower cubicle and wraps a towel around your body, then starts drying your hair. He grabs your hand and leads you to your room. He cleaned up your room a bit and made the bed, also laid some clean pj's out.

"do you want me to leave while you get dressed? or do you need help with that too?" you could tell he was being sarcastic, but if it were up to you, you'd just lay in the towel for the rest of the night.

Mig sighs and grabs the pyjama shirt and slips it over your head, then he slips your shorts on

"Want me to stay the night, mi cielo?"

"please."

he scoops you up effortlessly, laying you on your pillow, he lays next to you and pulls the blankets up. he wraps an arm around you and places a soft kiss on your forehead

"Try to sleep, Cariño, we're going out tomorrow."

#miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #spiderman atsv #atsv x you #spiderverse #astv #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #2099 #across the spiderverse #maybe part 2?#there will be smut in part 2 #if i make it #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x gn!reader

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sourcreammachine · 12 days

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after observing us for a period of time, the aliens decided to begin a humanitarian mission to earth, to provide technology and welfare in the name of compassion and peace

various items were bequeathed to earth’s people - quantum generators, relativistic propulsion drives, electrosynthetic nutrition systems, and, of course, healing tanks

not long after your community had its tank installed, you totally ate shit and sprained your ankle. as you were actively in agony, when you went to your local health centre you were triaged way up the queue, ahead of people waiting to get their long-term health conditions treated in the tank - ahead of diabetes, ahead of pollen allergy, ahead of depression. that’s how triage works

you hang up your clothes, get over the awkwardness of the attendant aliens seeing your junk, put on the oxygen mask, and let them carefully lower you into the gunk, letting you gently float off your wounded ankle

they activate the process, and you start feeling a tingling in your ankle, then numbness, then a pleasant comfort as your sprain is set right. the sensation appears in a couple more places - old scars healing over, your achy back being strengthened, your eyesight becoming 20/20. and then it’s everywhere, you’re totally numb, everywhere is tingly and comforted. your consciousness slips

you come round while they’re raising you out of the tank. you’re not totally dazed, so the grogginess is dispelled pretty quickly. you grab your clothes, put on your baggy underpants without a second thought, then put your legs through your jeans, bring the fastener together… and they’re too small. and you notice, the legs are floppy and long as well.. you’ve shrunk in the wash

you drape your now-baggy shirt over yourself and leave the room, unable to communicate with the aliens, who’re rather oblivious to your confusion. you’re grabbing the waist of the jeans and waddling awkwardly down the corridor, and panickedly enter the public toilets to get your bearings, your head spinning

you run the taps, and lean on the basin, and catch yourself in the mirror. your shirt, so massively oversized.. your shoulders, squished.. and your face…

tears of joy are streaming when you’re interrupted. the door swings, and a middle-aged guy strides in, before stopping a few paces away from the urinals

“y’okay there, miss?”

#196

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vivelareine · 11 months

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The plan for Madame du Barry's apartments in 1770. Note that she had both a chaise room (for toilet facilities) and a bain/bathroom for bathing. Du Barry's bathroom had running plumbing, a feature which Louis XV, who was known for being very strict when approving plumbing construction for bathrooms, denied to his own daughters before approving for his mistress.

Courtiers who lived at Versailles who had the space for dedicated bathrooms (which at the time were for bathing only, as bathrooms were meant to be luxury spaces, not somewhere you'd put your commode!) had to apply to the king for the construction of running plumbing.

Under Louis XV, running plumbing appeals from courtiers were rejected on the basis that he only intended to approve this type of construction for royal apartments due to the expense--except in the case of his mistresse. And he didn't always approve such requests for members of the royal family (ie, his daughters).

Under Louis XVI, approval for plumbing was notably looser. We know that the apartments of Marie Antoinette, Louis XVI, Madame Elisabeth, the comte and comtesse de Provence, the three daughters of Louis XV (Mesdames); the comte and comtesse d'Artois; and select courtiers, including the queen's favorites, the princesse de Lamballe and duchesse de Polignac, and apartments reserved for certain ministers had running plumbing. (Although Marie Antoinette's Versailles apartments did not have running plumbing until 1788-1789, and it's unknown if she ever ended up using them.)

For residents, royal or otherwise, without running plumbing but who had large enough apartments to allot dedicated bathrooms, tub bathing would have been done with tubs that were brought into these rooms and filled by servants. This is how Marie Antoinette bathed when she took immersion baths:

Campan:

... a slipper bath was rolled into her room, and her bathers brought everything that was necessary for the bath. The Queen bathed in a large gown of English flannel buttoned down to the bottom; its sleeves throughout, as well as the collar, were lined with linen.

For residents of Versailles who didn't have enough rooms for a dedicated bathroom, tubs were rolled into their regular room(s) and filled by servants.

For servants who had tiny apartments that were basically just small rooms often big enough for a bed, a desk and a drawer, they would have used wash basins for regular washing, as everyone (including aristocrats) did for daily hygiene.

Image: A well-to-do woman being washed by a servant using a wash basin.

I don't think it would have been impossible for some servants to have had standing rolling tubs that they might have split among others, as people of modest means outside of Versailles would have done. But since documentation of 'lower servant' life at Versailles is limited, it's hard to say. They could have also gone to nearby rivers or lakes to bathe if they wanted full immersion baths. Louis XIV was known for bathing in rivers, especially after the hunt.

People, particularly aristocratic women who could afford specialized pieces like this, would have also used bidets to regularly clean their private parts.

Oops I just meant to add the note about Du Barry getting running plumbing when Louis XV rejected his own daughters' requests for running plumbing, but have this other information too.

I am slowly working on a proper article about the myriad of popular culture myths about Versailles and hygiene, hopefully I will be able to sit down and force myself to finish it soon. Working on this particular article has definitely forced me to re-evaluate the general lack of solid historiography on the subject, even from historians that ought to be trusted to analyze and vet sources more seriously.

#versailles #french history #18th century #madame du barry #louis xvi by comparison was like #you get plumbing! you get plumbing! and you get plumbing!

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animesmolbean · 2 months

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A World of Pure Imagination

Chapter 3: A Silver Lining

For the rest of the day, Yin couldn't stop thinking about what happened in the Gallery Gourmet. The whole scene replayed in his head, and he couldn't help but blush and let out a few laughs.

Once it was night and roll call was done, Yin watched Noodle enter her room and sit down on the bed next to him. He was still in a giddy mood.

"Can't stop thinking about him, huh?" Noodle asked with a teasing smirk. Yin blushed but smiled while nodding. "You've fallen in love with him, haven't you?" Noodle asked.

Yin sputtered but didn't deny it. "Anyone would fall madly in love with someone who doffs their hat to you with a smile."

"Not as hard as you did." Noodle retaliated in a teasing tone.

Yin let out a whine. Noodle giggled. Yin may be older than her, but Yin sometimes acted like a child. Not that she hated that. She actually likes that Yin still has that childhood wonder.

"Speaking of Mr. Wonka, I have to deliver his food to him. Want to come with? So you can meet your soulmate?" Noodle asked with a teasing smile.

Yin blushed. "No way he's my soulmate."

"Come on. He looked really into you."

"Fine. I'll come with."

Noodle smiled. "Come. Your boyfriend awaits you."

"Once again, he is not my boyfriend."

Yin waited for Noodle to get the food cart. Once she came back, Yin followed her to Mr. Wonka's room.

The pair arrived at where Wonka was staying. His door was open, but Wonka wasn't looking in their direction. Instead, he was looking out the window. "Room service." Noodle called. Yin suddenly felt shy and stepped to the side, hiding himself. Despite not showing himself, he listened to the conversation.

"Told you to read the small print." Noodle told Wonka. Yin remembered that Noodle did try to warn Wonka about the small print. He wondered why he didn't listen to her, even after she was caught. Then he got his answer when he heard Noodle speak,

"You can't read, can you?"

That sentence hit Yin hard in the face and immediately made him upset. How dare those monsters take advantage of him like that. Then, he heard Wonka speak,

"I focused my studies almost exclusively on chocolate."

"I see." Noodle nodded. Yin said it at the same time as she did, but more quiet, still shy.

"For everything else, I've relied on the kindness of strangers."

"And look where that got you: the Staff quarters. You have a bed." Noodle said in a matter of fact tone.

Willy sat on said bed, only for it to collapse underneath him. Now, from the angle Wonka was at, he saw a flimpse of another person. Yin gasped softly and backed away, hoping Wonka didn't see him.

"You had a bed. Desk. And wash basin slash toilet. Water comes in two temperatures. 'Cold'. And 'Colder'." Noodle continued.

Wonka only partially listened as he was now focused on seeing if someone else was out there. But Noodle's next question made him look back at her. "How much do you owe them?"

"Ten thousand." Wonka replied softly.

"Consider yourself lucky. I owe thirty."

"What? How do you owe them money? I thought they found you down the laundry chute." Wonka asked, confused.

"Oh, they did. Took me in out of the goodness of their hearts and charged me for the privilege." Noodle replied with sass.

"You're kidding me." Wonka was shocked.

"It's not as bad. If I keep my nose clean, I'll be out of here by the time I'm eigthy-two."

"What a pair of monsters." Wonka said, dumbstruck.

'Thank you!' Yin thought to himself.

"The greedy beat the need every time, Mr. Wonka. Guess it's just the way of the world." Noodle said as she served him slop in a bowl before leaving.

Yin went to follow her, suddenly too shy to say anything to Wonka before Wonka spoke again, catching their attention.

"Oh, come on, Noodle, that's just your orphan syndrome talking."

Noodle reappeared at the door. "My what?!"

Yin had to face palm. Did Wonka know that technically isn't a thing? Well... he guessed that it kind of was.

"Your Orphan Syndrome. And we're certainly not going to be eating any slop." Wonka dumped his food out. "And neither is your friend out there either."

Yin felt his body tense up, and his face warmed up in embarrassment. Noodle smirked at his reaction.

"Come on out now, friend." Wonka encouraged. Noodle looked at her friend. She silently motioned him to show himself.

"I recognized you from the Gallery Gourmet today. You were the one who bowed at me. I also saw you the day before when I first came."

Yin blushed harder, and Noodle had to hold back a snicker.

'He remembered me.' Yin thought to himself, feeling flattered. Yin inhaled and exhaled softly and stepped away from the wall and appeared by the door next to Noodle.

When Wonka saw Noodle's friend up close, he swore he felt his heart skip a beat. There was no doubt. This was the young man he saw today and yesterday. His (hair color) (straight/curly/wavy) framed his face, his skin was glowing softly in the room lighting, and his (eye color) eyes sparkled. He was dressed similarly to how he normally would, but from what he had seen so far, it looked like he didn't own a coat. Despite this, Wonka could only think,

'He's... beautiful.'

Yin blushed as he saw Wonka looking at him up and down, hoping he wasn't silently judging him. He shyly played with a strand of hair. Then, Wonka looked at him before giving him a smile.

"Nice to officially meet you. My name is Willy Wonka." He said, reaching a hand out to Yin.

'So that's his full name. Willy Wonka. What a name.' He thought to himself.

He placed his hand in Wonka's, shaking it gently and trying not to blush at the feeling. "N-nice to meet you, Mr. Wonka. I'm Yin (Last Name)."

'Shoot! I stuttered.' He thought to himself.

Wonka chuckled at the young man. "Lovely name, and please, no need for formalities. Just call me Willy." He said, still smiling. Yin smiled shyly before nodding. "Oh! Um.. all right then... Willy."

Willy hummed. He quickly realized that he quite liked it when Yin said his first name.

He then picked up his sample case and put it on the table. The other two looked in confusion.

"What are you doing?" Noodle asked.

"I'm making chocolate, of course. How do you like it? Dark? White? Nutty? Absolutely insane?" He asked, tilting his head to the side dramatically.

Yin bit his bottom lip to conceal a laugh as his cheeks turned red. 'He looks like a puppy. Acts like one too.' He thought to himself.

Shaking off the feeling, mostly, Yin chuckled. "I guess... absolutely insane." He said with a smile and a shrug.

Willy gave Yin a smile. "I love that answer."

He then looked at Noodle. "I don't know. I've never had any."

This was no surprise to Yin. However, to Wonka, his eyes widened, and he looked dumbstruck.

"You've never had chocolate?"

Yin chuckled quietly at his reaction. 'He looks like Noodle just said a curse word to him.'

"No." Noodle replied with a shake of her head.

Wonka threw his head back. "WHAT?!! You've never had chocolate?!"

"Still no." Noodle replied, unamused.

Yin, meanwhile, was very amused.

"Well, we'll soon put that right. Fortunately for you, I have a selection of the world's finest ingredients right here in my travel factory." Wonka opened the sample case, and it showed an almost impossible array of flasks and beakers, a miniature gas stove, and jars of ingredients.

"Whoa!" Yin and Noodle admired the case.

Wonka looked at the pair. "Where to start, that's the question... Ah! I know! Silver Linings! Made of condensed thunder clouds and liquid sunlight. Helps you see that fist ray of hope beyond the shadow of despair. Just what we need, wouldn't you say?"

The two watched Willy take the jars and start mixing the ingredients, curiosity evident on their faces.

"Did you always want to make chocolate?" Yin asked, feeling a bit bold now. Wonka looked at the pretty boy beside him, smiling a bit. "Oh no. Back when I was around Noodle's age, I wanted to be a magician. My mom was the cook. We lived on the river, just the two of us, in a perfect little world of our own..."

Willy explained to the two about how his mother made chocolate for him from a single cocoa bean and wished to know what her secret was to making the chocolate tasting delicious.

"So, what was it, Willy? What was her secret?" Noodle asked.

Wonka looked down. "I never found out. Soon after, she fell sick, and before I knew it, all I had left was her chocolate."

"I'm so sorry, Willy." Yin said, who looked to be close to tears but managed to not break.

"That's why I'm here. So I can feel the same way I did back them, eating chocolate with her."

"What do you mean?" Noodle asked.

"My mom once promised that when I share chocolate with the world, she'd be right there beside me. And I know it sounds crazy, but I always hoped she'd somehow keep that promise. She might even tell me her secret."

Noodle and Yin smiled, feeling Wonka's pain.

Then, a soft 'Ping!' rang through the room. The chocolates were done. They were powder blue, shaped like thunder clouds, and had a silver lining on the edges. They were topped with a yellow lightning bolt.

"Here, try one." Wonka handed one to each of them.

The pair tentatively took a nibble of the chocolate. Yin's teeth glided through the chocolate, and at first taste, he let out a soft gasp in surprise. It was the best chocolate he has ever had!

Willy saw his reaction and hid a smile beneath his hand, raising his eyebrows at him. He saw Yin's eyes sparkle with a childlike glimmer, like his hope had been restored.

Noodle was also shocked by the taste of the chocolate but stopped from taking another bite. "I wish you hadn't done that."

Willy looked at Noodle with a surprised look. "You don't like it?" He asked, feeling a little crestfallen.

Noodle shook her head. "No, I like it. It's just..."

"What?" Wonka asked.

"Now, each day I don't have chocolate will be a little harder." She said solemnly.

Yin frowned before nodding in agreement. She was right. He felt it, too. Not in the sense that he'll never have chocolate again, but knowing he might not ever have Willy's chocolate ever again.

Wonka saw the two with solemn looks on their faces. "Then how would you two like to have all the chocolate you can eat every day for the rest of your lives?"

"A lifetime supply?" Yin looked at Wonka with surprise.

"A lifetime supply." Wonka repeated, smiling at the young man.

"What do we have to do?" Noodle asked, suspicious.

"Not much. Just get me out of here."

"Are you crazy?!" Noodle exclaimed.

Willy and Yin shushed her. "It's easy. I'll get someone to cover my shift, and you can smuggle me out in your laundry cart - just for a few hours, mind. Nobody would even know I was gone." Wonka explained.

"What's the point of that?" Noodle asked.

"I think you know the answer." Yin whispered to her.

"To sell chocolate, of course! We'll split the profits and pay off Mrs. Scrubbit in no time!" Wonka said excitedly.

"It's a nice idea, Willy..." Noodle started.

"It's a great idea, Noodle." Wonka corrected.

"But it'll never work!" Noodle finished.

"Course it will! Eat your chocolate!" Willy told her as he walked to the window. Noodle did so. "You don't understand. Mrs. Scrubbit's like a hawk. She keeps her beady eye on everything that comes in and out of the Wash House. Except.... huh."

Willy looked at her. "What it is?"

"No, it's nothing." Noodle brushed it off.

"Oh, ok." Willy turned around again, but Yin could tell something was up.

"Huh!" Noodle hummed.

Willy turned around again but with excitement. "A double-huh! That's not nothing. That's the Silver Lining. It's given you an idea."

'His candy can give people ideas?' Yin wondered as he looked at his half eaten chocolate.

"Okay. So the one time she dropped her guard was when this aristocrat came into the laundry. He was only asking for directions, but she was all over him like a rash. It was disgusting." Noodle explained.

"That's it, Noodle! All we have to do is find an aristocrat and slip out while she's distracted." He eats his Silver Lining.

"Yeah, but where are we going to find an aristocrat?"

The light above Willy's head flicked on, Willy looked up. He had an idea.

"Huh."

"Huh?" The other two hummed.

"Huh!"

"A double-huh!" The two said together.

"Do you have a pencil and paper?" Wonka asked them.

"Uh-huh!" Noodle nodded.

"Because I have an idea..." Wonka said.

Noodle hummed before looking at her friend. "Yin? Are you in?" She asked with a smirk.

Yin, who mostly didn't say anything, looked at Noodle. Yin looked at the chocolate again and back at Wonka, who looked at him with puppy dog eyes. Yin blushed lightly but smiled softly and gave a curt nod. "Yeah, I'm in!"

Wonka smiled. "Great!" Then, he looked at a bit worried. "But... how will you get out? You don't seem -"

Noodle quickly stepped in. "That's because -"

"Huh."

Willy and Noodle looked at Yin, who had just finished chewing. "Huh?" They hummed.

"Huh!"

"A double-huh!" They said to Yin. Yin giggled. "Your Silver Lining kicked in. What's your idea?" Wonka asked, really excited.

Yin thought about it for a moment. He ran his fingers through his hair before looking at Wonka. "Well, Mr. Wonka -" "Willy." The cute chocolatier corrected. Yin giggled shyly. "Right. Willy, how do you feel if I share the laundry cart with you?"

Willy thought about it for a moment but smiling. "Of course you can. If that's the case, can you help me with something tomorrow?"

'He needs my help? Oh God, he needs my help!' Yin thought excitedly.

"Of course! Anything." He replied, a bit too excited.

"Perfect!" Wonka said with a wide smile. A smile that made Yin's heart skip a beat.

The three conversed into the night, talking until they were positive in their plan.

Tomorrow, they will put their plan into action.

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anteroom-of-death · 3 months

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Teacher's Pet part 4

(No gif today since I can't find one that fits)

Synopsis: Reader has a small mental breakdown over her developing feelings for the Doctor.

A/n: yall are the realest bitches I ever met for enjoying this. I love you. Also, I'm going to keep some things mysterious for now. But hey, I got a vague plot and I pound out these to keep the scaries away.

Stupid, stupid and foolish! Pig-headed! Dumb! Childish! Total Moron! You chastised yourself as you went into the women’s restroom and locked yourself in a stall.

Where did you get off developing feelings for a professor? Where did you get off by allowing yourself to get yourself to even begin that? Especially this fucking fast? You knew how men were! You knew that even the good ones weren’t ‘good’ in an empirical sense!

They lie, they cheat. They steal. They manipulate. They go on their phones and take hundreds from “Timmy’s uni fund” and transfer it to their private bank account (often that their poor, downtrodden wives didn’t see or have much access to!) to get their dicks fucking wet. They refuse to shower and they bullshit their way into places they really shouldn’t be.

But him? His smile? His poetry? The way he adored his wife even from a few sentences. Like every cell of his body belonged to this dead woman? The deep Scottish brogue? The way he was tender and cared for every single student? Including your dumb ass? The arch of his nose…and his hands?

It got inside you so quickly.

You continue to internally scold yourself, breaking down into tears.

It borderlined on cliché. Hot for teacher. Daddy issues. One man made you feel special so you got giddy and went and got yourself a crush. You truly were exhibiting what people called “Fatherless Behavior”!

You sobbed deeper into your arms, bringing your legs against your chest. Trying to keep balanced on the toilet, you gently banged your head on the wall beside you a few times. You had to meet with the accommodations people in about forty-five minutes. You had to pull yourself together. Even if it would demonstrate a point. You still had to retain some of your dignity.

Plus, you thought quite pathetically, what if he was out roaming and saw you like this?

You banged your head on the wall about it some more.

You let yourself cry for a few more minutes. Just to exorcize whatever was in your system. You weren’t going to allow yourself to cry over a man, even if that was exactly what you were up to!

After that little emotional outburst was over, you scraped yourself off the toilet and back into the general restroom area. You had to put yourself back together.

Splashing your face off with cool water in the wash basin, you noticed that your skin was inflamed and you had some pimples on your forehead.

“Oh, that’s attractive.” You muttered and started on trying to find the willpower to not pick at them. That’d make it worse. And would affect everything. No amount of makeup covers a sucking wound in a visible area.

You didn’t have much on you except for a medicated chap stick and some concealer, so you made do.

You really regretted listening to him and not smoking now…

Deep breaths, you told yourself. Just keep breathing. Healthy stuff. Plenty of people had told you before. 1, 2 3. Hold, longer 1, 2 3 release. Wash, rinse, repeat.

It worked a bit.

You didn’t work tonight, or tomorrow night. You could afford a bit of a drink. Tonight. Tomorrow would be too late and you’d have dry skin for Thursday night.

That’s what you needed. A night of shit TV, skincare and most of a large bottle of coconut rum drowned in a can of Coke Zero.

Would help remove the feelings coiled in your chest a lot.

Reset the system.

Remove ‘it’, whatever ‘it’ truly was…

You steadied yourself and went to the Disabilities Office and sat in the waiting room after signing in for your appointment.

You pulled out your phone and started flipping through a familiar social media site. The memes perked you up and put a smile on your face. Helped you keep composure. You even replied to a few mutual’s messages and congratulated the one on their new job.

Your meeting came and went. Apparently you could go to student-lead tutoring from people who already took the classes. You got signed up and thanked the councilor, taking the emails for the students to message them and get more in-depth about the struggles you were having

You’d do it later, once you got home…

Speaking of which, you stopped at the store and got a can of Coke and a bottle of rum before trudging inside of it.

You started studying and sending out the emails to your new tutors. Truly a task from hell.

You stopped yourself from having thoughts of another type of tutoring.

The drink you mixed was strong. Perhaps too strong. The show you put on in the background was harshing the vibes so you closed the tab it was on. You checked the site for your place of work. You scoffed at your photos and wondered how little you could pay to get a professional update to them.

Back to school work. Back to projects. You couldn’t afford to let yourself have a stray thought.

The liquor highlighted the slight soft pain you had on the side of your head from the pounding you gave it. You touched it gingerly and gave up.

You weighed your options, you could drop the class and take the failing marks. Or you could be brave and normal. And take the class, just skate by. Hardly ever speak. Take the lowest grade and still fail.

It was a matter of what left you with the most amount of dignity, but also didn’t waste your money or time.

Or heart ache.

Could you really spite yourself like that?

Or just cut off contact for good.

What would not break your heart nor your bank nor your ethics? Was there any option that left all intact and unscarred? Let alone your precious, stupid dignity?

You had too much on your plate as is, now this stupid crush?

And disposing of it?

You drained the rest of your glass and did the bare minimum in the shower. Mainly just let the hot water spill over your head while you stared at the wall.

You put even less effort in on your skin care and teeth brushing.

Just climbed in bed and let sleep find your semi-drunk body and fully-fucked up and over brain.

Your alarm shot you out of bed, leaving your heart racing and your chest heaving. You just didn’t go to get up, let alone do anything. You sent in a mass email from your phone saying that you were sick. You’d let yourself go to work tomorrow night. But you didn’t want to set foot on that campus until you had a better, more stable grip on yourself.

You had a hangover and a sore throat anyways, so it wasn’t a total lie.

Responsibilities be dammed. You chose to rot in bed and doomscroll on social media. It was your mental breakdown and you chose to make it worse. It was your right! And entirely your fault!

You kept yourself in that ball of blankets far too long. Going in and out of consciousness, phone in hand.

Before you knew it, it was Thursday. Late afternoon. You sighed and got up.

You were quite dehydrated and famished. Hardly leaving the bed and relying on the cups that littered the side of your table for your main sources of water for well over twenty-four hours had left you weak and you fainted upon leaving the coil of your bedding.

When you came to, you thanked your lucky stars and any God that may have been paying a half-lick of attention to you in that moment.

You kept it simple and reheated some Chinese takeaway you had in your fridge. It was edible. That’s all you could ask for at the moment. Edible and got you through the waking world…

You went into your bathroom and started not only the long ritual you did to prepare yourself for work, but also repair work for the past two days of neglect. It was hard work. Your face was inflamed, your left side had creases in the skin from the corners of your blankets bunched up.

You stretched out and did a bit of a warm up exercise.

After all of that malarkey, you started chugging a bunch of cold water. Then you started to get your work bag together.

This, this, that, that other thing there, you kept mentally chiding yourself. You were out of materials, hopefully one of your coworkers would be able to lend you some. Just enough to get you by until Friday when the shops would be open. You were pulling a double shift anyways, so what was a sneak out and in. Maybe you’d convince the owner/manager to let you work when you’re usually not on during Friday. Whatever little cash you would make would certainly be welcome, and certainly wouldn’t hurt. You could sleep between appointments or walk-ins!

Maybe you would break your promise to Professor Smith and get yourself a pack of cigarettes and to hell with the entire engagement!

You stretched again and got into street clothes.

You repeated to yourself that you had to keep your mind on money and money on your mind. That it came naturally. Whatever all those dorky manifestations you occasionally saw said. Anything. Just to keep your spirits up and get your mind off other subjects.

Money on your mind was a whole lot healthier than a certain silver-haired professor being in there. And his class you were skipping today…

Who knows, maybe something bad would happen to you and you would be sworn off men in any way except the bare minimum to survive this world for good! You thought catastrophically.

You slid on your street shoes and your coat, slung your work bag over your shoulder and made your way out your door.

What was that one song? And how did it go?

‘So for once in my life

Let me get what I want

Lord knows, it would be the first time…”

Yeah, like that.

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ambiguouspuzuma · 10 months

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Undisturbed

Gvidaro's ears betrayed him first. It was the feral cats, yowling in the early hours - a bloodcurdling sound, but unnervingly human. As such, it was far worse than the vixens, who might shriek in more distinctive ways - and troubling enough to cut through even the deepest of sleeps.

He shrugged his way out of the blanket and stepped out onto the balcony, and its own embrace of warm night air. The strays were just beneath, trapped in an impasse between two parked cars, each claiming the road for their own domain - threatening conquest, an expansion to their empire, oblivious to their own diminished, sorry state.

Even from the distance, they were a pitiful sight - ribs protruding under matted, patchy fur that might once have been tortoiseshell or calico, ears that might have once been whole, gummed up mouths that might have once been licked clean by a mother's tongue - but still their pride held firm. They were never peasants - just temporarily embarrassed kings and queens.

He hushed them away, and returned to the bed, his body seeking the imprint it had left; as if could return, finding its way back into a half-remembered dream. But that passage-way was sealed, and Gvidaro struggled even to make the journey back into oblivion. He grappled with sleep for a few minutes more, a quarry which eluded him amidst the slip of silken sheets, and then his bladder began its turn to protest.

It was as he stood there, polishing the porcelain, that he noticed the fly. Its form was unmistakeable: wings slicked back, proboscis poised, abdomen already plump with stolen blood. His, presumably, as it couldn't have been Maja's. Perhaps it had been there from the night before; perhaps it had flown in when he'd opened the balcony door. Either way, it could not be allowed to remain.

Gvidaro lost another ten minutes chasing the mosquito around the bathroom, perched precariously atop the toilet lid and on the lip of the bath as it clung to the ceiling, before he finally caught it by the shower-head. He washed the blood from his hands, wondering if it really had been his own, and headed out - but not quite yet to bed.

After his bladder's complaints of being overfull, the glass of his innards now felt half empty, and he needed to replace the water he had lost. Thus his journey took him down to the kitchen, where the tap-water was more suitable to drink (the streams from basin, bath, and even shower might well have been potable, but they were far from palatable to his taste).

He felt his way down through the dark, but not carefully enough. Gvidaro counted seven steps out of thirteen, but stumbled down the last six after missing one, and landed badly on his ankle. It wasn't broken, just bent, and he managed not to cry out, but he already knew that the return journey would be more difficult, if not for the next few days.

He hobbled on to the kitchen, still in search of water, but now in the form of a pack of ice, to counteract the way the flesh was already beginning to swell. He and Maja had seen enough of that lately. The benefit of this hot weather was that he knew he had plenty of ice prepared, for use in everything from his morning coffee to his evening glass of red.

The freezer was a mess in itself, full of ends of loaves and leftover vegetables he'd sworn he'd turn to soup someday, and Gvidaro took a moment to instil some sort of order in the drawers, which turned into ten minutes emptying the fridge as well, and even a few of the cupboards, just to put it all back in roughly the same place.

By the time he finally made it back upstairs to bed, the first light of dawn was peering over the curtain rail, another intruder threatening to disrupt his peace - and this one less easily squashed under a small wad of toilet paper. It felt like this night had been one disturbance after another, a bombardment of his senses as he wanted only to return to sleep.

But still, his nose plugged with perfumed handkerchiefs, his gaze averted, the bedside lamp unused, he remained unmoved by Maja's corpse in bed beside him. She was sleeping, and needed none of his concern. She'd had her bladder removed, and her hearing, and her thirst - all of those little disturbances that might have roused them both. He'd made quite sure of that.

It was strange, how little it bothered him. He'd thought there might be a little trouble sleeping, at first - he'd read about the guilt, the regret, the haunting that kept some men up at night. But Maja didn't haunt him. She was just here - just like she'd been meant to be, before she left. Her presence didn't upset him, because that was what he'd wanted all along. If her spectre lingered in the house, that was only a bonus. He hadn't realised he could mummify that too.

No - he wasn't disturbed by Maja. It was the other things. The cats, and the insects, and the leftovers, and the water, and the pain, and the light, and the water again. Or some nights it was the drunks, or the sobriety, or the heat, or the dark, or the foxes, or a song that kept repeating in his brain, or an image he couldn't get out of his head. But Maja was here to comfort him. He felt her skin against his own, warm and lifelike to the touch. In her arms, he wasn't disturbed. He wasn't disturbed.

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consult2architect · 1 year

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tristayranambrosio · 3 months

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Six

Six weeks… Six weeks and I already feel something new, like heart flickers of starlight resonating on the edge of my comprehension. Everything is so much more intense, like I my void touched self at all times… all hours. Is that why it's so exhausting? But also so energizing? I’m still fuming too, angry one moment then forlorn and torn apart with hurt and the sensation of being inadequate in the worst ways… I look in the mirror and most days I see a stranger… or maybe a relative that was too close to my likeness to find her attractive… She looks at me, tired, and clingy, and nauseous… a burden… I hum a shaky tired tune before I can let them get to me, flood my thoughts with reminders that nothing has changed, ‘with child or not I’ve always been a burden’. The tune is aimless and frazzled, not real music. But it does the job. I brace myself on the edge of the washbasin of deep amethyst and silver accents trying to fight down the urge to dry heave into the beautiful bowl in Leo’s ensuite…. Our ensuite. The woman who looks back at me looks pale, for me at least, and slightly green at her cheeks and ears. My Husband is in no state to hold back my hair and stroke my back… the anger surges back at that reminder… I know he’d be here if he could be. Besides if he knew he’d blame himself, no matter that my mornings were now all too often were spent over a sink or toilet, he’d think this only started since… Stop… stop being angry. Its done… its. Done. “So why do I feel so guilty?” I ask the woman in the mirror who looks just as torn as I am… looking like she might cry or puke again, seemed like that kind of day. She never answers, just looks at -me- as if I owe her an answer… sad eyes… why are my eyes always so sad? People prefer me smiling. She smiles back at me but I see the crack in the composure; it's in her eyes, somewhat manic rather than lit with joy. She tries again this time it’s too many teeth in the smile… next it's the twitch in her brow… then it's the fact she’s hurling the contents of her stomach up in the purple basin staining it a transparent green of burning acid bile. I cough and sputter then wash the fluid down the sink hating it… and myself. I’m such a selfish ass sometimes, so consumed with my own problems when my Mate can’t even walk… what is -wrong- with me?! Now I stare an accusation in the mirror… but the glare withers and my hand goes to my stomach feeling something so near imperceptible… But there… Its a blip. A tiny… quivering flickering twinkle of a feeling. I whisper, “Hey there… is everything okay little star? I’m sorry your Mommy’s such a mess.” I sink to the black tile floor and curl in trying to listen, hear… they’re too small… most medics clerics doctors… wouldn’t even consider Six weeks long enough to be more than a tiny shrimp or something -if- that let alone someone, a person, I could ask what was wrong… What’s wrong? “So many things baby… but none of them are because of you. You’re gonna make a lot of them better when I get to meet you. You’re worth feeling like this… I know you don’t believe me right now, but you are.” I cradled myself for a moment, rocking slowly back and forth, until the world stopped spinning and murmured, “You’re going to love your big sisters and brothers… they’ve all been so excited… so is your Daddy. He’ll be better soon and he’ll whisper all the beautiful words I never have…” I love you…

That broke me some, “I-I love you too my little star… I promise Mommy will be better. Strong.” I pushed Myself to standing and faced the woman in the mirror addressing her, scrubbing tears from her face and huffing with frustration at how easily they came even for -her- And cleared her throat, “You. Need a midwife, and a Magus. Luckily you are a well connected bard that knows MANY of those specialists. No more moping, we're going to be productive.” I squared my shoulders and returned to bed beside my Husband, being careful not to disturb him or even risk touching him while he Recovered. I won't risk his sleep... and quietly safe guard it while the wounds heal... And I feel the life inside me grow.

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cullenakingirog · 29 days

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Paraluman:

Life: 1, 4, and 7. Essentials: 4, 6, and 11, Codex: 9 and 11!

Thank you so much for asking, I'll do my best to answer each one!!

What region in Thedas were they born in? What was their hometown (and their home itself) like?

So I reworked Paraluman's backstory a bit more and I had her be born in Azarinas (Thedas-flavoured Philippines).

Their hometown, (Coincidentally named Montillon after Montilyet), had a large alienage tucked into a corner and gated so that the elves don't get access to specific buildings or that if they were allowed into places like the chantry, they were to sit at the far back or stand during the service while the more aristocratic Azarinos (and some mestizos) get to sit in front among the Antivan peninsulares.

The alienage in Montillon had a chapel built by the Indigeno (the elves as Azarinas was originally elven land) so they would be able to have some freedom as the revered mother assigned to the chapel was at least a kind woman who did not abuse her powers as they were often wont to do among the clergy of Azarinas. There were carinderias for the common people to eat it, street vendors of fans, canes and umbrellas strolling round the alienage and small businesses and storefronts like tailorshops, and some grocer shops that had illegal wares from Rivain and the Free Marches.

Paraluman's home was a humble Nipa hut with bamboo walls serving as a thin partition to indicate different rooms. Paraluman shared a room with her sister. The furnishings were sparse and very functional. There was one bed pushed to one wall, a basin and a jug of water on top of one dresser so the children could wash their face. All their clothes are crammed into the one dresser.

The house has a total of three bedrooms all of which were measured as small as they could get away with as much space as they can outside of the rooms. The outside of their home has a water well outside where they get their bath water, drinking water, etc. Their toilet is also stationed outside their house.

Describe their family. Who were they close to? Were there any particular childhood friends?

Paraluman's grandfather was the unofficial leader of their alienage. He was stern, pragmatic and rather good at making some business connections. With his grandchildren he's fond of seeing them laugh and smile and he tends to indulge their whims on a daily basis. She remembers admiration for him. His greatness, his unyielding courage even when a guardia civil threatened him after he stood up for an elderly street vendor. She remembered thinking how she wanted to bear that courage and anger too.

Their grandmother was a flower vendor who made delicate flower arrangements. She also sold sampaguita garlands to be hung onto statues of Andraste and her followers. They always remember their grandmother tending to her flowers in the garden, light bathed her from behind like a halo. A woman who, for all her nervousness, had the gall to smack her grandfather shyly when he asked for a kiss from her.

Her mother worked for the alcalde mayor as a maid but was made to quit her job by Paraluman's father so she could focus on bringing up Paraluman and their sister when Paraluman had turned seven. She was a beautiful elven woman with curly hair and a kind if not naive outlook in life. Though she loves Paraluman, she still failed her child by excusing her younger daughter's abuse due to her weaker constitution. Paraluman's memories of her mother that stuck were those excuses and the fear instilled in her of magic. There were brief memories of lullabies at night and relentless fanning through the summer nights but Paraluman never forgot her mother's failings.

Her father works at a hacienda of an Antivan family in Azarinas that produces tobacco. He's a short tempered elf who always attacked those weaker than him but cowers in the face of powerful and stronger people. When Paraluman thought of him, it was with fogged memories filled with this burning hatred that she can't bring words to bribe wanting him dead or suffering. Feelings that she tamped down lest the Maker strike her down.

Her younger sister was constantly doted on and favoured by her parents due to her weaker constitution. Despite this weaker constitution, her sister often beat her and stole what little things they had. Paraluman often heard from this sister insults that called her ugly for being born with browner skin. She was never allowed to fight back and was told to simply understand her sister.

Paraluman was a nervous and quiet child, they were often unable to befriend others due to many issues they developed growing up but they managed to make one friend in the past.

He was an elf from Tevinter, he had a sister who he loved and a mother who protected him. Paraluman met him for three months when his master was visiting the alcalde mayor and Paraluman was brought along by her mother for her to make friends with the servants children. She saw him tucked away in a separate smaller room and asked to keep him company, upon learning his circumstance, she suggested he run away to the forests due to the rumours of those running to the forest finding freedom within it. Sadly, he declined but instead asked Paraluman to play. He was the first to say she had a pretty smile when she finally smiled wide enough to show her teeth.

She can't remember his name right but she assumed his name was spelled as Lito.

They promised to one day escape their situations and go on adventures together. Lito insisted on calling her his new sister and that he would protect her from her younger sister once that fateful time comes.

Paraluman didn't wholly believe him but she liked the fact that he made that promise.

Did they ever work a normal, everyday job?

Sometimes, before Paraluman manifested her magic, she would help her mother with her duties as a maid in the alcalde mayor's estate. She often did the sweeping and small errands like fetching ingredients for meals or lighting fires in the hearths of occupied rooms.

She also used to help her grandmother in selling sampaguita garlands in front of the chantry.

What is their moral alignment?

Paraluman is Lawful Good. Unless you betray her, then she will lawfully find a way to ruin your life and take away everything you worked and cared for.

Though really, starting coups and dethroning the undeserving isn't really beneath her if you piss her off enough.

Do they have a preferred weapon they always use?

She always uses a staff but her templar friend, Joseph Terrell, did discreetly provide her with a dagger before she left Kinloch Hold should she be disarmed.

What places in Thedas have they been to? What do they think about places other than their homeland?

Kinloch Hold: Ever since getting shipped off to Kinloch Hold at nine (Since the Penitents' Retreat was so overcrowded child mages would have been trampled underfoot), she saw it as a new home and found friends and a surrogate family in it. Granted, her experience in Kinloch still had her getting issues due to Irving making all her choices+Jowan leaving her to Greagoir and Irving's judgement but it was her own wreck of a home like her first one was.

Ostagar: She didn't form any strong opinions on it really. She was nervous about a lot of things so all she focused on were tasks given to her and didn't allow herself time to process what happened

Lothering: It looked quaint and it reminded her of the alienage in Montillon so the knowledge that it will have the horde of darkspawn upon them made her grieve. She ended up giving weapons, armour and coins to those she wanted to try and save.

Redcliffe: Did not enjoy it beyond meeting Bann Teagan who she found charming. Did not hesitate to snatch Alistair's mother's amulet when she saw it. She strongly disliked Isolde, did not enjoy getting possessed!Connor's bragging about his abuse of elven servants, hated having to hear Knife-ear and the sexism she faced. She only stayed because Alistair wanted her to help and she can't condemn the innocent with the ones who offended her.

Orzammar: No. The Deep Roads were not her thing, Dwarven politics wasn't fun to deal with especially with Harrowmont being sentenced to death and get only highlight was Dagna. Everything else? She did not want to go back ever again. Rip her in the Deep Roads cause of the Architect tho but a good thing came from it at least.

Brecilian Forest: You know those fever dreams you wish you could forget but it got obtained in you? Yeah. That's what the forest was like for her.

Denerim: Would have said it was beautiful but the wanted posters made her dislike the city.

Denerim Alienage: Brought back feelings from her childhood and it filled her with unease and a desire to solve all the problems she could. Offered her aid to Shianni and during the Battle of Denerim, she stayed as long as she could to ensure no city elves were killed.

Amaranthine: She grew to love Amaranthine and after all the changes she made that made it vastly different from the other cities of Ferelden, she was proud of it as it became a powerful and wealthy city that overshadowed Denerim.

Vigil's Keep: It became her home. Where her friends lived with her and where her children were born and raised. Where she gained power and kept it, where her plans of revenge grew amid the love and support she showered upon those that mattered to her.

Soldier's Peak: She eventually returned there to reestablish a stronghold for the Grey Wardens and to have it serve as an evacuation centre in times of emergency.

Do they have any interest in folk tales or folk songs?

Paraluman liked listening and singing along to Azarino folk songs but not so much others unless she grew familiar to it. Most songs she learned growing up aside from Azarino folk songs were religious since her mother taught her to sing hymns.

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the-fiction-witch · 10 months

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Take My Hand P5

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Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sweet

Concept Take My hand Series

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I don't know why but I worried about that guy, he stayed in my mind longer than I like to admit but I continued on with my exploring, writing and sketching along the way gathering up small things to add to my journal. By the time my wandering was finished up it was time for dinner so I headed to the dinning hall taking my seat at one of the long communal tables with fresh white table cloths. I looked over the menu with today's choices making my selection of roast beef, sweet corn, gravy and boiled potatoes. Adding the menu to my journal before they could take it away. I found I was sat between a group of men travelling together as a band hoping to play in the jazz clubs of New York, and a family of five heading to California to join the mother's brother on his farm. We all chatted together as we had our dinner, we joked and discussed the whole time and it was so very pleasant and sweet. I even agreed to come see the boys play in New York as soon as they get a gig. Once dinner was all finished most went down to the bar to dance and drink but I went around the various decks at least the ones I was welcome on, walking around taking in the beauty of it all and to help my dinner go down but after a good while of walking I headed back to my room, I stopped at the toilets first at the end of the corridor of course before locking myself up in my little room, I washed up with the small basin and changed into my nightie having to slowly climb up onto the top bunk tucking myself in for the night.

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nauseousworld · 11 months

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D-- I'm married. I also kneel like I've said before. I just hate it when the vomit splashes on my clothes or hair.

Our family caught this stomach virus last spring. It started with out 1 year old daughter. My husband had but her to bed and when we were going to go to bed and hour or so later the crib sheets, her hair and her sleeper were covered in vomit. Not one noise ever sounded from the baby monitor (which goes with us whenever we are not in the same room with her. It seen incredible that so much vomit could come from someone so small. We woke her up bathed her while she looked at us wondering why she was gatting a second bath, this time at 11PM. We took her to bed where she silently threw up three more times, not totally waking up while she did it. The next day she didn't vomit anymore but didn't want to eat.

Two days after the initial incident, my husband called and and he was coming home from work sick. He arrived home during the baby's mid afternoon nap. He told me that he had thrown up twice at work, and had to pull over once on the way home. Although I had never seen him upchuck before, the vomit stain on his tie gave me a slight twinge of nausea.

After brusing his teeth he turned and joggeg to the toilet and bent over. I guided him to his knees where he effortlesly threw up three fountians of chunky brown liquid.

I put him to bed when he was finished. Five minutes later our daughter had finished her nap.

I still felt mildly nauseated but ignored it. I ate some chips and dip and a sandwich for supper not to further upset the smell of my honey's stomach. At 8:30 our daughter conked out and went to sleep. By this time, a major Atlantic hurricame was brewing in my innards. Each roll brought me closer and closer to the brink. I changed for bed and lay one towel next to me in bed and two on the floor next to the bed in case I had a little "accident" since the "barf basin" was on the floor next to Dave. D*** stirred and I asked him how he was feeling. "Better." he replied, "No more nausea, I'm just weak." Just then I burped and chunks filled my throat. "I've got it.!" I moaned. Standing up I burped again with the chunks rising to the back of my mouth. "I'm going to let up." I said as I started moving to the bathroom. I clamped my hand to my mouth and had to swallow back chunks. D*** reached me as I reached the toilet, retched "UHHHLAAAT!" as I flipped the seat up. I stooped over ! and let up a torrent of yellow chunks into the bowl and onto the floor around it. He guided me to my knees where I gagged two more times and let up even more chunks while he held my head. "Please, D***. Don't do this; you'll make yourself sick again. UHHHLAAAAAATTTTTT!" As another volley of chunks spewed from my mouth and splashed into the bowl. I flushed and leaned back on my knees thinking I was finished. WRONG! I leaned back over to let up three nore volleys. I spat four times and flushed again. Dave brought my another nightgown as I had throw up splatters on the one I was wearing. After sitting on the edge of the bathtub changing, I got up to go to bed when it hit me again, I bent over gagged and threw up twice into the jacuzzi with sickening splats. That did it. I turned and raced back for the toilet and again let up as soon as the seat was raised. I puked seven suck chunky yellow volleys into the toilet bowl as my husband supported me about the waist so i wouldn't fall. ! I washed again and this time made it all the way back to bed before the next wave hit and I let up four volleys of liquid yellow puke into our barf basin. I did't throw up any more but had diarrhea twice and four sets of dry heaves before finaly falling asleep.

#vomit kink #emeto

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bumblebeeappletree · 1 year

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Emma and Edo were once a hotel stage show dance team, until they quit to live out their dream of rescuing animals (Emma) and farming (Edo) on the island of Tenerife. They bought cheap land and began to transform the rocky, dusty soil into a lush homestead.

In the beginning, it was just Emma, Edo, and some family toiling on the land to create basic accommodation. This was at a time of bare basics, with no electricity, running water, or toilets. Soon they were joined by volunteers, and they got creative building homes out of old vans, hillside caves, mud and clay, and scrap materials (including a lot of old pallet wood).

After a couple years, they had expanded beyond an animal sanctuary into a full-fledged community with 40 to 50 volunteers living on-site who all worked to live as lightly on the land as possible. The Tenerife Horse Rescue community is completely off-grid, using solar power, but also clever inventions like a horse poo water heater and a pedal-powered washing machine.

Since the average rainfall on Tenerife is between 11 to 30 millimeters for most of the year, all water is reused. Kitchen and shower water (greywater) is filtered with natural materials like pebbles and papyrus. Toilet water (blackwater) goes through a more rigorous process of biofilters. First it goes into tanks where it is oxygenated to separate liquids and solids, then it flows into a biofilter basin which works as a hydroponic pond (gravel, water, plants but no soil). Then it goes through a biofilter basins which use gravel and papyrus to trap particles and compounds after which it is finally clean enough to water the garden.

To feed what has now become a small village of people and animals, the villagers have graduated from dumpster diving to “freeganism”: they have an established relationship with a local supermarket to collect all damaged, ugly or out-of-date food. Every day, three volunteers pick up new van loads of food, it is then sorted for humans or animals.

To be sure that nothing gets wasted, and to give back to the community, they’ve gone one step further by registering as a local food bank so they can distribute food to local low-income families and other animal sanctuaries.

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