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celluloidbroomcloset · 4 months

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If I may, I think the issue of this discussion might be the “A vs. B” of it all. It appears to me that this is more about how it is very possible for a person to simultaneously enjoy AND dislike both their abuser and the things they do together, especially before a break from the abuse patterns has been made.

Sometimes a thing can be fun as an experience and also not a thing you want to inflict on the people you care about. I know I have had experiences that were bad and damaging, both to me and the people around me, but also fun, and reconciling that is hard; but that is a balancing act everyone has to manage in life. It’s about how willing you are to notice other people’s comfort and/or safety (as well as your own) and prioritize that over your own desires.

People are messy and internally contradictory, and maybe part of why it was becoming more upsetting for Ed to do those things with Jack throughout the episode was that he was finally starting to notice the dichotomy and conflict between how much fun they were for him to experience, and the regret he feels for how not-fun their outcomes are. He spends the whole episode oscillating between those two perspectives, which is why he both leaves with Jack and comes back. I think, for me, it is a more meaningful growth for his character if he does genuinely enjoy at least some of those activities (like yardies and coconut wars,) and even Jack’s company some of the time (and the experiences they have shared over decades of knowing each other,) but chooses to reprioritize them because of the context they hold in his life and effect they have on the people he cares about.

OK, I think a few things are being missed here. First, the thematic use of Jack, which is to expand on what we know of piracy and toxic masculinity outside of the Revenge and to provide a clearer insight into Ed's past, and therefore his current moment. Jack also acts as a progression in Ed's life, from his father, to Hornigold (I believe this episode is the first we hear of him), to Jack, to Izzy. I don't think Jack occupies exactly the same position as the other three (because he's Ed's peer, not a father figure), but he is another member of the "violent white men who punish Ed for being or wanting to be soft" gang. Jack really should not be removed from either of those functions, because he's not really an important character in his own right; he's an insight into Ed and especially into Ed's very complex relationship with what he has been and what he feels he truly is. I have written before about how Stede reconciles Ed's past with his present, and that episode challenges the viewer to do the same. Ed, however, cannot, because he sees Jack and how he behaves with Jack as the monster that he is and cannot escape from.

The other thing that's being missed is that Ed tells us whether he's having fun. In the beach scene with Stede, when they are both removed from piracy and from the Revenge, he says:

I don't know if I want to go back to the old days. Just...drinking all day and biting the heads off turtles and making some poor bloke eat his own toes for a laugh ... Right now, I just want to do what makes Ed happy ... These past few weeks have been the most fun I've had in ages...years...maybe ever.

Now. We see very clearly that the things Ed lists are things that are associated, thematically at least, with the "games" that he and Jack play in the previous episode, and by extension what we learn was normal life on Hornigold's ship. None of those things are associated with fun or what makes Ed happy. These are not things that Ed thought were fun but that he doesn't want to do anymore, as he explicitly says that he's had fun with Stede. The fun and what makes Ed happy is not Jack, and it is not anything that Jack represents, nor is it the games that Jack plays that Ed once had fun doing—the implication here is that Ed recognizes that those things were never fun and never made him happy. It is Stede.

We can argue that Ed is lying, but why would he? He's working up to kissing Stede. He has no reason to lie about his feelings at this point. There is no one that will punish him for expressing them. Seems to me that deciding "oh, yeah, he likes Jack! He's just settling down in a little marriage with Stede now!" takes away a lot of Ed's right to self-knowledge and understanding that the things that he has done and has had done to him are not....FUN.

So I suggest that we believe Ed when he says what makes him happy and what he understand fun to mean, and don't assume that that includes his frat boy abuser.

#reply #ofmd #edward teach #calico jack #ofmd meta

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katsushika-division · 10 months

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ARB Birthday Special: Touya Kisaragi

~~ August 20th ~~

“Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.”

“Toooday's my birthdaaay~! Happy Birthday to meeee~! Teehee! Oh! Someone’s here! Hiiii! Hm? What’s this?”

“A present? For me? Ooh! Thank you! *mwah* Thank you! *mwah* Thank you! *mwah* I'll treasure it forever! *mwah*”

Voice Lines:

“I'm so excited! I’ve been waiting all year for today! Yay me~! *claps* This is the first time I'm celebrating my birthday~! No one ever bothered enough to do anything for me when I was younger.”

“Hisa-chan made a special breakfast for me today. He made me chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream, strawberry syrup, and sprinkles~! Hisa-chan never lets me have sweets for breakfast. He says too much sugar is bad in the morning, but since it’s my birthday, I could have it just this once.”

“Oh? Do you like my outfit? I got it, especially for today~. Perfect for a wild night out! Now I just need to put my extensions on. Let's see if I can get anyone to take me home with them tonight.”

“Hi, Haruka-nee. Sorry, I haven't been able to visit you in a while. I got thrown into jail, which was kinda not fun, but I met some people while I was there, tho! Hisa-chan and Rin-chan! They’re the first people to care about me since you died! *pauses* Not that it's nice, but sometimes I wish you were still alive, Haruka-nee. Maybe then I wouldn't have turned out the way I did.”

“Hisa-chaaan! You remembered! Hehehe! Sorry! It's just that I'm really excited, Hisa-chan! This is just the first time I've had anyone give me anything for my birthday. *sniffs* That really means a lot. Thank you.”

“Ahh! It's so cute and fluffy! What should I name you? I know! I’ll call you Marcie! Oh! There's even a place inside to store my knife! I know, just the one too! Thanks, Hisa-chan!”

“Riiin-chaaan! It's my birthday. Don't be a big meanie to me. *hugs* That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Rin-chan. Don't worry, tho. *smiles* I think of you as my big brother, too. *gasps* You did~! Ooh! Gimme! Gimme!”

“Oh~! It's so cute!! Wait? What do you mean you made it? *blinks* Rin-chan, you're using those big words again. I don’t understand what you're saying. *stomps foot* Stop being mean to me, Rin-chan! *pauses* Hisa-chan! Rin-chan won't stop calling me stupid! Tell him to stop!”

Akihisa Lines:

“Happy Birthday, Touya. You’ve been vibrating all week, of course, I remembered. Touya…you are perhaps one of the strongest people I've ever met, never forget that. *pauses* I know it can't give back the childhood that was brutally stolen from you, but here's a gift from me. I hope you enjoy it.”

“I know you're fond of things like this. So I got you a stuffed rabbit. Handmade as well. I had that put in place just so you're never without a weapon. Very few people expect a knife to be hidden inside a stuffed doll. You're welcome, Touya.”

Rintaro Lines:

“Alright, Happy Birthday, you pink thing. You're lucky I think of you as like the little brother I never had, Touya. *coughs* Anyway, enough with the emotional shit I got you a little something for your birthday. So here.”

“Considering you like dressing up a lot, I decided to make you a makeup kit. Yeah, cosmetic chemistry is a thing, ya know? Like in lipstick, formaldehyde is used to preserve, while titanium oxide is used for eh? Oh, right, you got no brain cells in that coconut hollow head of yours. What are you gonna do about it then? No, wait! You little shit!”

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #katsushika division #death row block #touya kisaragi #akihisa mashiro #rintaro himura #happy birthday touya 2023 #alternative rap battle #arb

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diannedazzlesskinbeautydelights · 1 month

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The Perfect At-Home Manicure: Gel Nails Extensions

Do your nails ever look dull, short, or just simply unkempt? Having beautiful, polished gel nails extensions can make all the difference in finishing off a put-together look. While visiting the salon for manicures and pedicure produces fabulous results, it can get pricey fast. Luckily, with a bit of practice, you can give yourself a salon-worthy mani-pedi right from the comfort of your home. Read on to learn all about at-home gel manicures, pedicure best practices, and how to apply acrylic nails.

Gel Nails extensions at Home

Gel manicures have become popular in recent years due to their ultra-glossy finish and long-lasting wear. The gel polish is cured under an LED or UV nail lamp, allowing it to harden on the nail rather than air dry. This gives the color serious staying power—oftentimes 14 days or longer before any chips appear.

The best at-home gel manicure kits contain everything you need to achieve a flawless, chip-free gel mani, including:

Gel polish in various colors

Nail primer

Base and top coat

LED lamp

Manicure tools

Before applying gel polish, start by filing and buffing your nails into the desired shape. Push back and trim any overgrown cuticles with a cuticle pusher and nail clipper. Then, thoroughly wash your hands with soap and water and allow the nails to dry completely. Swipe on the nail primer, allowing it to dry. This helps the gel polish adhere properly.

Paint on a thin layer of gel base coat, cure in the lamp per package directions, and follow with two thin coats of gel color, curing in between each layer. Finish with a gel top coat to make the manicure extra glossy and hard-wearing. Cure one final time. The entire process takes 30-40 minutes.

With the right prep and products, you can achieve stunning, salon-grade gel nails from the comfort of your home. They will withstand everyday activities and look freshly manicured for weeks.

Pampering Pedicures at Home

Caring for your feet is just as important as your manicure when it comes to overall beauty maintenance. Professional pedicure services groom feet and toenails, removing dead skin and massaging in hydration. The results are sandal-ready feet that feel soft and renewed.

Recreate the pedicure experience at home with this simple routine:

Soak feet in warm water mixed with Epsom salts, coconut oil, or essential oils for 10-15 minutes to soften skin and cuticles. Rub any particularly rough areas with a pumice stone. Rinse feet and pat dry with a clean towel.

Use cuticle clippers to trim overgrown cuticles, then gently push them back with an orangewood stick. File toenails into the desired shape using a crystal nail file. Buff nails to smooth ridges if necessary.

Give yourself a foot massage by applying moisturizing lotion or foot cream and kneading pressure points with your fingers or knuckles. This stimulates circulation. Slip on a pair of cotton socks and allow products to absorb for 5-10 minutes.

Paint nails in your polish shade of choice. Use a concealer brush dipped in acetone around the edges for extra precision for a salon-style finish.

Indulge your feet in this soothing spa-like treatment once a week or whenever they need a little TLC. Consistent at-home pedicures will keep feet looking and feeling soft, healthy, and beautiful.

DIY Acrylic Nails near me Application

Acrylic nails are valued for their natural-looking length and flexibility. Typically applied by professionals, you can also learn to apply acrylic nails safely at home with some patience and practice. Here is a step-by-step overview:

Start by thoroughly washing your hands to remove dirt, oil, and moisturizer residue. Trim natural nails short and file into the desired shape. Then, push back the cuticles with a cuticle pusher. This is important so the acrylic can adhere directly to the natural nail plate.

Apply nail dehydrator and primer. These act like glue, allowing acrylic powder and liquid to bond properly to the natural nail. Have all supplies nearby and workable: acrylic powder, liquid monomer, an application brush, and tips if using.

Please select the right nail tip size and use adhesive to secure them to the end of each natural nail. They should fit perfectly to each nail, never overlapping the edges. If not using tips, proceed to the next step.

Use the application brush to pick up a small, wet bead of powder and liquid monomer. Carefully press it onto the nail, brushing back and forth to create an even surface and seamless edge against the cuticles and sidewalls. Repeat this process until the desired thickness and extension length are built.

Shape and refine the acrylic nails using gentle filing motions. Avoid filing too aggressively at the stress area to prevent cracking, which occurs within the natural nail and acrylic overlay. Finish by buffing for a natural glow.

It takes time to perfect acrylic application. Starting with just a few nails helps develop technique. With regular practice, you can successfully do a full set from home. Be sure to infill growth and soak off/reapply every 2-3 weeks to prevent lifting and maintain healthy nails.

Treat Yourself Salon visits undoubtedly pamper and beautify, but they aren’t always practical or affordable. With the right guidance, tricks, and tools, you can indulge in professional-looking gel manicures, pedicures, and acrylic nails from the comfort of your home. Pay attention to key tips that promote safe, healthy nail care practices, too. Go ahead and treat yourself!

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survey--s · 6 months

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Do you remember much from high school? I do when prompted but I never think about it otherwise.

Where would you go for the ultimate honeymoon? We went to Scotland for ours which was lovely, but if we had an unlimited budget and no dog, we would have gone to Canada or something similar for a month.

Can you access the roof of the building you live in? Yeah, the bathroom is in an extension and you can get on the roof there. You can get to the rest with a ladder but it's all sloped so you couldn't do much lol.

Do you know anyone who has a strong accent that is hard to understand? Hahah, my in-laws fall into that category. They have really strong local accents and at first I couldn't understand a word they said - now it's normal though and I don't struggle at all.

If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you get? A pawprint or little black cat in memory of Layla.

What was the last podcast you listened to? Do you listen to it regularly? I think it's called the Missing? I don't really listen to it regularly but they did an episode on Andrew Gosden that I wanted to check out.It was pretty good and I listened to a few more afterwards.

Are you more of an optimist or a pessimist, and why do you think this is? It really depends on the circumstances.

When was the last time you moved houses? I moved in with Mike six ? years ago, I think.

Have you ever held a gun? Did you fire it? No.

Do you like simple questions or deep questions that make you think? It depends on my mood and energy levels, but generally I prefer ones that require more than one word but that aren't too intense.

How long have you been using Bzoink? I've never used it.

When was the last time you threw up? Why were you sick? A couple of weeks ago. I had an awful bug/virus thing and had to call off work.

Are you on a first-name basis with your boss? (or last boss if unemployed) I'm my own boss, but I've never worked in a job where I didn't refer to my bosses by their first name.

What brand is your laptop or computer? Asus.

Would you ever wear a bright orange shirt? I had to for work once, it was hideous and so unflattering, haha. I'd never wear one voluntarily though!

What was the last thing you wrote in a word document? I have no idea, probably something work-related years ago.

Who do you miss and what do you miss about them? I don't miss anyone right now.

What were the best and worst costumes you’ve ever worn? I've never worn costumes for anything that wasn't mandatory.

Do you know anybody who is gay and married? Yeah, two of my friends got married earlier in the year actually.

What did you last take painkillers for? Headache.

Are there any hobbies you want to get back into? Horse riding, but there's nowhere near here that does lessons anymore and I can't really afford it anyway.

Have you ever shared a home with a friend? Yeah, for several years on and off. I now live with my husband.

What’s the craziest or weirdest place you’ve ever slept? I have no idea. A trampoline, maybe?

What did you have for lunch today and who made it? It's only 10.20am. I have no idea what I'm having but I'll be making it myself.

Do you believe in anything supernatural like ghosts or ghouls? Nope.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Not enough. It took me ages to get to sleep as I kept coughing and then Mike woke me up at 5am and I couldn't get back to sleep.

Are you allergic to anything? How did you find out? Yeah, aspirin. It made me vomit. And I can't take codeine either.

What’s your favourite Thai dish? It's probably not authentic but the Thai place near my parents' house does the most amazing sweet and sour pork with coconut rice.

Do you have any alarms set? What time and what for? No. Today was a snow day so my alarm was off and I don't know what's happening tomorrow yet as my car is still stuck, lol.

What are you going to do when this survey is over? Look for another one.

Have you ever been on a date with someone you met online? How was it? Yeah. It went pretty well as we're now married, lol.

What colour is the rug in your living area? Various shades of red and grey.

Do you call it a couch, sofa, lounge or something else entirely? Sofa, but when I was growing up it was couch.

Who is your favourite character on Friends? Chandler. That make me sad now :(

When was the last time you used a pair of headphones and what for? I don't even know where my headphones are, so I couldn't tell you.

Describe the temperature of the area you’re in right now. The house is warm but outside there's still loads of snow on the ground and you can barely walk anywhere without skidding.

Who was the last very physically attractive person you saw? My husband.

Have you ever had teppanyaki? I have no idea what that is.

How long does it take you to get ready before you go somewhere? It depends what I'm doing and whether I need to shower etc. or not.

Do you find it difficult to get rid of material possessions? No.

What sort of games do you like to play? I'm not really a game person.

What was the last candy you ate? Dairy Milk Fruit and Nut.

Have you ever been hit in the face? What’s the story? Yes. An ex was a violent dickhead.

Do you know anyone who is deaf? Not fully deaf, but both in-laws have hearing loss and I went to school with someone who was 80% deaf in one ear.

Name one thing on your bucket list. I don't have one, really.

#survey #surveys

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omibbeauty · 1 year

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How To Get Henna Off Eyebrows

Are you looking for a way to get henna off your eyebrows? Well, look no further! As an experienced permanent makeup artist at OmiB Beauty, I’m here to tell you everything you need to know. Henna is becoming increasingly popular as a form of semi-permanent eyebrow tinting and while it looks great, it can be tricky to remove. Don’t worry though - with the right tips and tricks, getting henna off your brows doesn’t have to be difficult. Let me show you how.

At OmiB Beauty, we understand that feeling beautiful isn't just about having perfect eyebrows; it's also about belonging in society and being accepted by others. That's why our team of professionals are dedicated to helping each individual feel their best self through eyelash extensions and other beauty treatments. We want everyone to feel comfortable in their own skin - starting with those gorgeous eyebrows! So let us help guide you on this journey towards achieving your ideal beauty goals.

Ready? Let’s jump right into it then! With my expert advice and knowledge, I'm sure that removing henna from your brows will be easier than ever before!

Definition Of Henna

Welcome to OmiB Beauty! Today, we are discussing the ancient art of henna. Henna is an all-natural dye that has been used for centuries as a form of body art and natural hair colorant. This plant-based pigment has its origins in North Africa, India, and the Middle East, where it was traditionally made from dried leaves and flowers.

Henna has many properties that make it ideal for use on skin and hair. It contains lawsone molecules which interact with proteins found in our bodies, resulting in a temporary tattoo or stain left behind after application. These stains can last anywhere from one week to several months depending on how long you let it sit on your skin before washing off. The longer you leave the henna paste on your skin or scalp, the darker the stain will be. Additionally, henna is also known for being hypoallergenic - meaning those with sensitive skin can safely apply without fear of negative reactions!

Preparing To Remove Henna From Eyebrows

Removing henna from your eyebrows can be a tricky process, but with the right preparation and careful application you can easily take it off without any damage to the skin. Before attempting to remove henna, make sure you prep your eyebrows properly by cleansing them thoroughly with a mild cleanser. This will help rid of any dirt or makeup residue that may remain on the brows after applying henna.

Once your eyebrows are clean and dry, you can begin removing the henna paste. For this step, use an oil-based remover such as coconut oil or olive oil which helps break down the pigment in the henna for easier removal. Apply the oil directly onto each eyebrow using cotton swabs and gently rub until all traces of stain have been removed. You should then rinse off excess oil before proceeding with further care for your brows.

TIP: Be sure to not scrub too hard when trying to get rid of henna stains as this could cause irritation or even damage delicate eyebrow hairs! Also, keep in mind that some people may need multiple applications depending on how dark their original stain was so don't give up if you don't see results immediately!

Removing Henna From Eyebrows

Now that you've prepped your brows and applied the oil-based remover, it's time to take off the henna! The best way to do this is by using a damp cloth or cotton pad. Gently dab the stained area until all of the color has been removed from your eyebrows. If necessary, use a little bit more pressure but be sure not to scrub too hard as this can damage delicate eyebrow hairs and cause irritation.

Once the henna is completely gone, apply an aftercare product such as aloe vera gel or natural coconut oil to soothe any redness or irritation on the skin. These products are specifically designed for use after henna eyebrow removal and provide hydration while restoring balance back into the skin cells.

The next step in taking care of your newly refreshed eyebrows is applying makeup. To enhance your new look, consider filling them with a semi-permanent makeup technique like microblading which gives you precise control over where each strand should go without having to worry about smudging or fading away throughout the day! With proper maintenance, you'll have beautiful brows that last for weeks or even months!

Aftercare For Removing Henna From Eyebrows

Now that you’ve successfully removed henna from your eyebrows, it's time to take the necessary steps for aftercare. Taking care of your brows post-henna is just as important as prepping and applying properly in the first place! The cleansing process should involve a gentle facial cleanser or micellar water on cotton pads. This will help remove any oils still left behind from removing the henna and ensure all residue is gone before moving onto other skin care products.

Eyebrow care post-henna also requires regular hydration and nourishment. Applying an aloe vera gel or coconut oil can help soothe any irritation caused by removing the henna while keeping your brows looking healthy and moisturized. You may also want to consider investing in a good eyebrow serum or balm which helps to strengthen hairs and protect them against environmental damage such as sun exposure or windburn. With this type of routine, you'll be sure to keep those beautiful brows looking their best!

Frequently Asked Questions

How Long Does Henna Last On Eyebrows?

When it comes to eyebrows, henna has been a popular choice for long-term tinting. It's natural dye makes it an ideal solution compared to traditional eyebrow tints that contain harsh chemicals. But how long does henna last on your brows?

At OmiB Beauty, we value quality over quantity when it comes to beauty treatments and this is especially true when it comes to our clients' brows. The longevity of henna on the brows depends heavily upon two factors: the amount used and the aftercare regime you follow. Eyebrow henna typically lasts around 4-6 weeks with proper care and maintenance. However, if you are looking for longer lasting results then using more product can increase its duration up to 8 weeks or even longer!

We always recommend following a detailed aftercare plan in order to ensure maximum colour retention from your henna eyebrow tinting treatment at OmiB Beauty. This includes avoiding water directly onto the area within 24 hours after application as well as keeping away from any activity that will cause excessive sweating such as exercising or saunas. Additionally, regular exfoliation every 7 days can help keep oils at bay which can also impact the longevity of your henna eyebrow colour.

Following these tips will give you beautiful and fuller looking eyebrows for extended periods of time without having to worry about frequent reapplication or removal - so you can enjoy effortless brow perfection whenever you desire!

Is Henna Safe For Sensitive Skin?

Henna is a popular way to add temporary body art, but if you have sensitive skin, it's important to be sure that henna is safe. Many people with allergies or other types of sensitivities can use henna without any issues, as long as they take the proper precautions.

At OmiB Beauty we understand how important it is for our clients to feel confident and secure when using beauty products like henna. We always recommend doing an allergy test on your skin first before applying any product containing henna dye, even if you don't think you're allergic. This will help ensure that the food-grade quality dyes used in our products won’t cause any irritation or reaction on your delicate skin. If you do experience discomfort after contact with henna, discontinue its use immediately and seek medical attention if needed.

We proudly provide professional grade body art services that are safe and gentle enough for those who have sensitive skin. Our client's safety and satisfaction come first which is why we only use high quality ingredients when crafting our unique formulas!

How Do I Avoid Staining Other Areas When Removing Henna From Eyebrows?

Removing henna from your eyebrows can be a tricky process. But with the right stain removal techniques and avoidance strategies, you can take off your henna brows without staining other areas of skin. To help you stay mess-free when removing henna from your eyebrows, here are some tips that OmiB Beauty permanent makeup artists use:

• Henna Removal Methods: – Use cold cream or coconut oil to loosen up the henna pigment prior to wiping it away with a damp cloth. You may need to repeat this step several times before fully removing all traces of the henna pigment. – Try using lemon juice as an exfoliant in order to gently remove any stubborn henna stains. Be sure not to scrub too hard as this could irritate sensitive skin around the eyes. – If needed, apply rubbing alcohol for extra strength removal on tougher stains. Always test out small patches of skin first just to make sure you don't have any adverse reactions!

• Avoid Staining Skin: – Make sure to cover nearby areas of skin with petroleum jelly or another waterproofing agent before beginning your henna removal process. This will ensure no unwanted staining happens during the procedure. – Keep a wet towel handy so that if anything does get stained, it can be wiped off immediately and won’t leave long-term discoloration behind.

• Remove Henna From Eyebrows: – Start by brushing through the hairs in an outward direction until they're completely free of excess product residue and color pigments. Then, use tweezers or scissors carefully to pluck out stray hairs that were tinted by the dye mixture if needed (be very careful near delicate eye area!). – Afterward, use a mild soap and warm water mix along with cotton pads or swabs dipped in witch hazel/hydrogen peroxide solution to finish cleaning off any remaining trace amounts of dye still left on your eyelids or lashes.

At OmiB Beauty we understand how important it is for our clients feel confident about their appearance—and taking care when removing henna from eyebrows is key! With these steps in mind, you'll be able to keep your look intact while avoiding unnecessary messes and staining mishaps:

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Utilize proper protective gear like gloves & goggles when handling harsh chemicals such as rubbing alcohol & hydrogen peroxide solutions; these items should always be used with caution!

Experiment with different methods until you find what works best for you; everyone's body chemistry is different so results may vary depending on individual sensitivity levels!

Take breaks between applications & cleanse affected areas regularly throughout the process so as not cause further irritation due overuse of products on one spot at once!

It's essential that we approach each beauty treatment responsibly—especially those involving chemical agents like henna dyes which can cause serious harm if handled incorrectly. So please take all necessary precautions when attempting DIY eyebrow tints at home and follow all instructions closely for optimal safety and satisfaction!

What Ingredients Should I Look For In A Henna Removal Product?

When it comes to eyebrow henna removal, there are a few different options with varying levels of safety and effectiveness. If you're looking for an effective yet safe henna removal product, there are certain ingredients that can help ensure the best possible results.

For natural henna removal, products made from gentle oils such as jojoba or coconut oil can be used to break down the henna particles on your eyebrows. These oils will moisturize the skin while helping to remove the pigment from your brows without harming them in any way. Additionally, some products may contain other natural ingredients like aloe vera or chamomile extract - both known for their soothing properties - which helps reduce irritation during the process.

Chemical henna removal is another option available for those who want more rapid results when removing eyebrow henna. When selecting a chemical-based product, look for one that contains mild acids such as lactic acid or glycolic acid which have been proven to effectively dissolve pigments found in eyebrow tattoos. However, these chemical agents must be used carefully and sparingly as they can cause burning and itching if applied too often or left on too long. Furthermore, they should never be used on sensitive areas such as around the eyes.

At OmiB Beauty we understand how important it is to feel confident in your appearance and make sure our clients receive only the safest treatments possible. We advise researching all potential ingredient lists before purchasing any type of eyebrow henna removal product to ensure you get the desired result quickly and safely!

Can I Use Henna On Other Parts Of My Body?

Henna body art is a popular form of adornment that has been around for centuries. From intricate henna tattoo designs to bolder body henna painting, there are endless possibilities when it comes to creating beautiful and unique body art with henna. But can you use this same special ink on other parts of the body?

The answer is yes! Whether you want subtle or dramatic detail, henna tattoos are perfect for accentuating different areas of your natural beauty. You could go for something as simple as getting a hint of color along your arms or legs, or if you’re feeling adventurous then why not try out some full-body henna designs? Henna also looks great when used in conjunction with permanent makeup; think ombre lips and geometric brows.

At OmiB Beauty we believe everyone should feel confident expressing themselves through body art. That’s why our experienced team provides quality services tailored specifically to each individual's needs and wants - so no matter what look you’re going for, we have got you covered!

Conclusion

As a permanent makeup artist at OmiB Beauty, I know that henna is an amazing way to add some definition and color to your eyebrows. However, if you want to remove it, there are a few steps you should take.

First of all, keep in mind that henna typically lasts several weeks on the skin. If your brows have been stained for more than two or three weeks, it may be difficult to completely remove the henna without damaging your skin. You'll also want to make sure you choose a product specifically designed for removing henna from sensitive areas like your eyebrows. This will help prevent staining other parts of your face when applying the removal product.

Finally, remember that although henna can look great on the eyebrows, using it on other parts of the body can be risky. It's important to do extensive research before deciding whether this type of cosmetic enhancement is right for you! With these tips in mind, you can safely and effectively get rid of unwanted henna tattoos so you can start fresh with new eyebrow looks.

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so-very-small · 2 years

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I sit in bed - if one could call a pile of stolen socks a bed - and when the giant thunks their head against the wall of my home, or their home, rather, I’m not alarmed. They do it a lot. I’d thought the concept of a person thudding their head against the wall repeatedly was just a trope in fiction. But it’s real. And as someone who lives in the walls, it’s annoying.

“Switch to evening classes,” I snap, before the giant can shake the walls of my little home with their giant coconut once more. “You’re always up late regardless, and your grades will keep getting worse if you keep thinking you can handle a three hour lecture at six in the morning.”

The thudding stops. I’ve never spoken to them before. They don’t even know who, or what, just spoke. All they see is the wall. They don’t reply, and after a moment I can hear them stepping away, and that’s the last I hear of them for the night.

Our paths don’t cross much, by design. They’re a night owl, and I tend towards the early morning hours. As the days go on, they sleep through the mornings more, and spend time at home in the evenings less.

Another thud rouses me from some concentration.

I thought we were over this.

“Wall Oracle?”

I go by many names. But that one, that one’s new. I sit up from where I’m hunched over some leather and thread - a new backpack once I get the stitching down - and turn to the wall where I imagine the human is putting a solid dent in with their head.

“I switched to night classes, and it helped, thank you,” they say. They sound less tired. “But it’s weird, I feel like my friends haven’t been wanting to-“

“They still like you even if you’re in different classes. It’s just hard because you’re not sharing as much time with them. Text them first. They still want to hang out, someone just has to be the one to instigate it. ”

There’s silence, before the wall creaks slightly as the human lifts their head.

“Thank you, Wall Oracle.”

It goes like this for a while. A thud snaps me from sleep, work, pleasure, and I get to hear the humans stressors and rants and inquiries. Sometimes they treat me like a goddamn fortune cookie - “Will it rain this weekend?”. Other times, they pour out their heart and soul. I give them advice as best as I can, and eventually talking to them becomes as easy as breathing.

“Wall Oracle?”

It’s dinner time, on a Saturday. No classes, no hangouts. They only go out on Sundays. Saturdays were for them, and by extension it meant I stayed in my home as well. Currently I’m waiting for some stew to cool, and hoping that the human doesn’t catch the scent of the tealight I used to cook with.

“Make ramen,” I say, an educated guess based on the time and the day, “Add a slice of cheese. It’s better than you think.”

“What’s your name?”

The question almost makes me drop the empty bowl in my hand, and I quickly set it down next to the pot cooling on the die I use as a counter. The candle is out now, and I work on smothering it in wax to clear the smoke rather than reading too into the prompt.

“I have a lot of names,” I say, because it’s true. What Ma called me, what I tell others to call me, what I call myself. Wall Oracle, too. I suppose I’m only ever called the latter these days - I don’t see people often enough to have a use for a proper name. “Wall Oracle is fine.”

There’s a chuckle, and I can hear how loud it is through the wall. Their head’s not against it, they must be standing straight, putting their chest level with my home. When they speak, I can hear the way it rumbles through their body.

“I guess I just wanted to say thank you, like, properly,” they say. They sound nervous, and it’s a little cute. “If you wanted to like, I dunno, meet or something?”

“Do you even know what I am?”

There’s a beat, and the only reason that I am not nervous is because they’re nervous. Their hesitation shows I hold at least some cards, and if they can fling sudden questions, I can do the same.

“I’ma be real, I have no clue. You could be my next-door neighbor, or a talking rat, or a ghost. I’ve thought about it a ton and I think it started to make me go a little bonkers so I just, haven’t been worrying about it?”

I clasp a hand over my mouth. It barely muffles the sudden laughter I cannot stop. I always knew humans were clueless, but I didn’t expect it to be endearing.

“Go by your toaster,” I say, leaning down to grab my backpack. I head to the exit into the kitchen walls before I can think about this too much. “Give me five minutes.”

“O-okay?”

(They sound cute when they’re confused.)

It doesn’t take me long to get to the small crack in the wall behind the toaster, and I slip out of it into the shade of the appliance easily. It’s gross back here. I sidestep crumbs and dust, and pause at the very edge, placing a hand on the toaster and leaning out to peek at the kitchen.

They’re standing right there. They loom over the counter like a celestial body in the sky, blocking out the humming florescent lights. Sheer confusion coats their features, and it takes a second for their sweeping gaze to land on my face.

Something softens, and I can see the wash of wonders over their features. Their eyes dialate, and they quickly move down to eye level with the counter - all while respecting my personal space. I can see the gears turning in their head as I step out, them trying to fathom me.

(My heart pounds ferociously in my chest.)

I lift a hand, and wave. A small smile finds its way on my lips despite the nervous energy buzzing in every inch of my skin.

“Hi,” I say.

After a second, the largest grin I’ve ever seen crosses their features.

“Hi!”

#g/t #giant tiny #borrowers #giant/tiny #idk what this is i just started typing #it was supposed to be a shitpost and then i wrote a story? girl wtf 😭#i like it tho #my writing

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thegardenofbae · 3 years

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✨ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ✨

✨ 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

So my skin is sensitive and acne-prone, so I try to not do too much with it, and I rarely switch up my products.

Cleanser: Neutrogena Ultra Gentle Daily Cleanser (day/night)

Toner(s): The Body Shop Tea Tree Skin Clearing Mattifying Toner (day) Peter Thomas Pro Exfoliating Clarifying Liquid (night)

Oil: True Botanical Pure Radiance Facial Oil (night)

Serum: Peter Thomas Roth Potent-C Vitamin C Power Serum (day/night)

Face moisturizer: Kiehl's Ultra Facial Cream (day/night)

SPF: Hawaiian Tropics Weightless Face SPF 30 (day)

Spot treatment: Porcelana Dark Spot Corrector (night)

For my body, I'm very much an "if it's not broke, don't fix it" type of girl. I like what I like, and I like what blends well with my body chemistry.

Body wash: Native coconut and vanilla body wash ( I use this with an African sponge net) (daily)

Deodorant: Native coconut and vanilla deodorant (daily)

Body oil: Flamingo light hydrating oil spray (daily)

Body lotion: Flamingo deep nourishing cream (daily)

Body exfoliant: Paula's Choice weightless body treatment with 2% BHA (2x/week)

Body hair removal: I get full-body waxes every 4 weeks and I always make sure to exfoliate before a session to reduce KP and ingrown hairs.

✨ 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩

I have come such a long way when it comes to makeup (and thank God for it). I like to keep my makeup quite dewy and natural-looking.

Foundation: Urban Decay stay naked foundation in 80NN (I use this *very* sparingly)

Concealer: Ulta Beauty waterproof concealer in Dark Neutral (it's full coverage but blends like a dream. good dupe for the Tarte shape tape)

Contour: LA girl pro concealer in Mahogany

Bronzer: Black Radiance true complexion contour palette Dark to Deep (i only use the bronzer in the palette, and that's to blend the contour and accentuate my nose)

Blush: MAC extra dimension in Hard to Get (the only powder blush I use because of the way it makes my skin glow? *chef's kiss*)

Brows: Both products I use on my brows have smudged off and they were gifts, but I use a dark brown brow pen to lightly fill in my brows and make them darker and a clear brow gel to brush the hairs up and give them a fluffy look.

Eyes: I have three looks for my eyes and that's it lol. I either have lash extensions in and that's it. I will smoke out my bottom lash line with my bronzer color and some mascara (most times without mascara) or I go with no mascara whatsoever. When I use mascara, it's the L'Oreal Voluminous in the pink bottle.

Lips: My go-to's are either the NYX lip gloss in Ginger Snap, my red lip - the Chanel Rouge Coco Ultra Hydrating Lip Color in Gabrielle or some brown liner with iridescent gloss from the beauty supply. A solid combination that never fails me.

✨ 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫

I recently cut my hair into a pixie and relaxed it, so it's super short and I love it. I get my hair done at the salon once a month, but in between, I can wrap and set my hair good enough to still look put together.

Shampoo: KeraCare Hydrating and Detangling shampoo

Conditioner: KeraCare Humecto Cream Conditioner

Deep Conditioner: Cream of Nature Pure Honey Hair Mask

Leave-in: Mizani 25 Miracle Milk Leave-in Conditioner Spray

Oil: passion fruit oil (I get the little bottles from the beauty supply)

Foam: Nairobi Wrapping Lotion (for right after I get my hair done) Tropical Roots Sculpting Foam (for when my relaxer is a bit old)

Strips: Black Wrapp it Strips

Hooded Dryer: I got mine off Amazon!

Flat Iron: Red by Kiss Pencil Flat Iron 0.3 inches (I don't use it often. I let my stylist do the fun, heated styles on me)

Hair Sheen: Nairobi Sheer Shine (smells *so* good omg)

I hope you got some insight into my beauty routine!

*if you want me to go back and link everything, just let me know and I’ll do that*

#angelicallyafrican

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imnotwolverine · 3 years

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Wolfie’s Fic Recs | Dad!Fics

DAD!FICS - Henry and his characters with kids, wanting kids, making kids. That’s it. That’s this list.

Author’s note: My sincere apologies for how crazy long this list has gotten 😂 It’s like the whole fandom is agreeing on one thing: this man needs a baby ASAP. Also, thank you dear @littlefreya for your ever wonderful suggestions!

With Henry

Single dad Henry is trying to figure out a hair tutorial to please his 4-year old, and it’s the most adorable thing ever. With Flowers In Her Hair by @wanna-do-bad-things

Single dad Henry kinda hittin’ on da nanny? Picture Perfect by @fun-with-jane is a short fic series that’ll get you kinda hot, and kinda bothered (the slow burn..ARGH)

Getting you pregnant is, apparently, a very VERY exact science including honey-wine-&-cookies.. baby. Freyja Dag by @geek-eat-repeat

And don’t forget about timing! THE TIMING! Let’s Make One Of Our Own is the sweaty hot smut you might just crave (am I the only one ovulating right now?), fic by @littlefreya.

Sometimes it’s also just a situation of super sperm, followed by an “oopsie baby”. And when two bullheaded fuckbuddies-to-be-parents are involved, things can get pretty ..engaging: The Rules Of Engagement by @ladyreapermc (multi-chapter).

Or perhaps it’s a situation of Henry and his untameable Hunger, by @littlefreya (yes, it’s breeeeding smut my lassies -- again, forgive me for I am thirsty)

Pregnancy ain’t always sunshine and rainbows. There’s also a lot of change and self-doubt. But that’s nothing some coconut oil and love can’t fix, in Two Months by @littlefreya

There’s a lotttt of first times with having children, which in turn will probably give quite a few heart Flutters for poor protective dad Henry. By @littlefreya

And he’s not just protective, he’s also pretty observant. This Cute Little Drabble makes you wonder when you last bought tampons... by @toomanystoriessolittletime

Newborns? They can be a little fussy. But again, daddy bear is here to fix it! Everything I Ever Wanted by @fuckoffbard

With the brood expanding, it’s getting a little difficult to garner the ever-craved attention of momma bear in This Is War by @cruelfvkingsummer

And when mom isn’t home? Well..the question arises what happened to all the cookies.. Daddy’s day by @angrythingstarlight

Okay, one more by @angrythingstarlight because I couldn’t choose: Baby Talk

And Henry’ll learn soon enough that changing your facial hair should go with a disclaimer. Especially when toddlers are involved. Daddy Who? by @viking-raider

And facial hair also reminds me of this fic; Domestic Life by @writernerd23 (-> “Your face is scratchy, Daddy.” <- CUTE)

The Accidental Family by me. A domestic sad-fluffy short series about memory loss -- After a motorcycle accident, Henry suddenly finds himself living the life he always dreamed of. There’s only one small hitch; he can’t remember how he got here.

And to carry on with the more sad fluff-stuff. How would Henry deal with the less rosy parts of trying to have children - like miscarriage? Negative is a beautiful fic that got me balling my eyes out and you should definitely read it if you’re in the need for some sad, sad fluff. By @oddduckthatgirl

Perhaps things didn’t quite go as planned - whatever the plan was. This sad-to-fluff fic brings you on the rollercoaster of extremely sad to fuzzy warm and happy. Better Off by @toomanystoriessolittletime

More tear-jerkers? 😭Falling Again by @deathonyourtongue follows struggling AU dad!Henry as bills keep piling and the loss of his wife haunts his every waking moment.

Back to the fun stuff - *chants* Rugby dad! Rugby dad! I couldn’t pick just one from the extensive list of rugby dad Henry fics by @hlkwrites and @achaoticaugust - let’s be honest; this should be a genre on its own, so here’s a few:

Henry Cavill, The Rugby Dad Part 2 (smut, daddy kink) I laughed perhaps a tad too loud at the drunk make-out session on the front lawn - here’s some short sexy rugby dad Henry drabbles.

A Rugby Dad’s Guide To Injury Time (smut) I just love smut when it slow, sensual and JUST a tiny bit awkward because you’re on the couch and someone’s leg is in a cast 😜

A Rugby Dad’s Guide To The Off Season (smut) And after the hard toil of keeping a family up and running, it might just be time for a hot (tub) little break

With Sy

A few short, golden moments in becoming first-time parents with Sy - including skin-to-skin daddy cuddles - what else do you want? Evermore by @hauntedelation is a fluffy fic that gets me all kinds of fuzzy inside.

Talking “short” golden moments..this one includes one short reader, a coffee mug and one teasing oaf-of-a-bear Syverson. (smut) Of Short Girls And High Shelves by my fellow Lisa, also known as @killjoy-assbutt-1112 (hi girl!)

Cankles, have never been so hot a subject to talk about as they are in this lovely fic by @crimsonrae: Cigarettes and Morning Breath

And before you know it, you have a whole brood. Will that stop Sy? Meh..probably not. Fourth Time’s The Charm by @cruelfvkingsummer

And once he HAS a daughter? Woof! Dad Syverson is probably just a LITTLE bit too overprotective. But that’s nothing a daughter-dad weekend can’t fix. Daddy Syverson by @connieisland

Imagine this: one big chunky Captain Syverson and one tiny, tiny babygirl cradled in his arms. Are you melting yet? Siobhán is just the cutest little fic, by @littlefreya

We really want Sy to get a daughter huh? And that’ll be particularly funny when daughter sweet becomes old enough for Prom Night -- we’ll be back with overprotective daddy Sy who is ever stubborn, but also ever sweet. By @littlefreya

Onto the holidays: Santa brings back home a 5-year old’s one true wish in Santa Letter Wish by @lovelycavills

And sometimes? You wish the babe would wait JUST a few days before getting born. Christmas, Baby by @its--fandom--darling

Now. To finish off the Sy vibes; are you perhaps in the need of one heck of a good series? Willow Run is one of the first series I read here on Tumblr and it is SO GOOD. I won’t blab and just let you read ❤️ you won’t regret it. By @deathonyourtongue

With Geralt

Geralt, Destiny, one stubborn girl and the Law of Surprise - it’s a recipe for great adventures and funny grumpy dad!Geralt moments. This wonderful multichap fic A Soldier’s Daughter is written by @viking-raider

I know it’s canonically impossible for a Witcher to get anyone pregnant (due to the Trial of the Grasses). But you know..if ..and when..and maybe..then: A Gentle Soul by @killjoy-assbutt-1112

With Marshall

Some mild roleplaying, rough smutiness and unexpected news make this love-making sesh a wild-wild ride. Heart Of Darkness by @littlefreya

Sleepless is a wonderful multichap fic with Marshall x single!mom reader. @feralrunaway gives you awkward barbecue chat and protective Marshall being ever protective. There’s no masterlist, so here’s (I think) all the chapters: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

Can you imagine big hunky chunk Marshall being worried when you get all teared up with emotion? Baby Blues gives you allll the cute caring dad!Marshall you need. By @the-soot-sprite

With August

A child born out of love and chaos, is all August craves when he comes back home. Mother Of Murder by @littlefreya (smut)

Bad guys, accidental babies and *BOOM* suddenly it’s not just you who calls August “daddy” ((pun intended here, please don’t hate me 😂)) Surprise, surprise.. by @maya-the-cute-ass-bee

And once such that surprise happens, August knows one thing for sure: he’d burn the whole world to a crisp if anything was to happen to you and his unborn child. In this Imagine by @littlefreya

With Napoleon

Sobs, cries and accidentally getting pregnant by spies ((the puns are getting worse, I swear I’ll show myself out in a bit)). On a serious note though: this multi-chapter is an angsty rollercoaster with a tinge of fluff by @coloraturadiva - A Mistake

With Sherlock

Dad!Sherlock fics are surprisingly hard to find, but here’s one: Promises by @zodiyack is a bit of a modern interpretation of a Victorian household, and it sure as hell is delightful!

WEW! That was a LONG list - wonderful work dear fic writers! And, as ever; if you have any good recommendations that fit in this list, please add in the comments or reblog! ❤️

( Fan art by me 😊)

#henry cavill fanfiction #fic recommendations #rpf #dad!henry #dad!syverson #dad!sy #dad!geralt #dad!marshall #dad!august #dad!napoleon #dad!sherlock #wolfie's fic recs

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thewhizzyhead · 3 years

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a non-filipino's guide to trese: ep 1

So some of my mutuals decided to check out Trese aka the Netflix adaptation of the Filipino horror comic book series that I keep rambling about here and then since well um most of my mutuals aren’t from the Philippines fshfs I decided to make a long-ass post that basically consists of me rambling about the cultural context present in Trese with fun little tidbits about Filipino folklore. I’m not an expert on Filipino mythology so um I just typed out the stuff that I know and the stuff that I looked up on Wikipedia so um take this with a grain of salt aaaaa I’ll save the extensive google scholar research ramble on folklore present in Trese for another day.

I’ll try to find the sites where I got some of the information from cause um yea I kinda had a bit of a hard time finding the other shit so um once again, take the stuff here with a grain of salt. Also, feel free to add more info if you guys got any!

SO ANYWAYS ENJOY ME RAMBLING ABOUT EPISODE 1 OF TRESE WOO

+ MRT and LRT (Manila Metro Rail Transit and Light Rail Transit) are train systems in NCR (the capital region) and yea them suddenly stopping and malfunctioning in the middle of the goddamn rail is a daily occurrence and we have been trying to deal with this bullshit for years but alas, corruption and negligence are sweet sweet drugs.

+ When the MRT broke down, you'd see a red bee in the flashing billboard right? Well that's Jollibee and that's probably the most well-known fast food restaurant chain here heck there are even branches of it abroad!

+ According to many youtube comments along with other social media posts that I am way too tired to link here, the opening theme is an Ifugao ethnic song called Balluha'd Bayyauhen but with modern accompaniments and I think the song is about a fruit called a balluha that the character in the song tries to it but cannot swallow. (someone please correct me if I’m wrong here fjkfs)

+ The first um monster that we see Alexandra interact with is the White Lady of Balete Drive. White Ladies or “Kaperosa” are a type of female ghosts typically dressed in ghostly white dresses or similar garments. According to legend, she died in a car accident while driving along Balete Drive (a two lane street formerly lined with Balete Trees which are said to be a home for spirits and mysterious creatures) in Quezon City while other accounts say she died waiting for the arrival of her lover; others also say that she was a teenage girl who was run over and killed by a taxi driver at night and then buried around a Balete tree while another variation of the tale claims that a student from the University of the Philippines was sexually assaulted and killed by a taxi driver nearby and so said ghost haunts the street in search of her murderer. There are many other variations but according to local rumor, the legend was fabricated by a reporter in 1953 in order to make an interesting story. What remains consistent in many variations is that apparently taxi drivers would be stopped by a beautiful lady asking for a ride and if one would look at the rear window, they would see that the white lady in question is bruised and drenched in blood.

+ There are a lot of mentions about "lakans" and stuff in reference to Alex and her father right? In precolonial times, the term is used to refer to the paramount ruler or the highest-ranking political authorities in Tagalog communities (so um NCR and some parts of Region 4). In Muslim communities, they are called sultans while communities with strong trade connecitons with Indonesia or Malaysia called them Rajah. Datu is umm the more generalized term though when it comes to discussing the leaders of the precolonial Filipinos.

+ So, Alex’s mom is a babaylan and back in the pre-colonial period, each barangay (which a native filipino term for a village or a district; said term is still used today to describe um divisions in municipalities like) had them and these are basically Philippine shamans and they specialized in communicating with the spirits of the dead. To my knowledge, the role of babaylan went to women and yea people assigned male at birth but then identified as female were also allowed to become babaylans and they would be treated with the same respect given to any woman back then (honestly I dunno much about lgbtq+ stuff back in the precolonial times but all I know is that precolonial Filipinos were much a lot more welcoming towards trans identities bUT THEN THE SPANIARDS CAME AND UM ERR RUINED THAT); also the writing Alexandra's mom did in that one scene with the dagger is in Baybayin - preHispanic Filipino script. I dunno what she wrote down though. .

+ Also I kinda find it funny that the people here esp those who were at the White Lady scene are um,,, not at all surprised? Like yea quite a number of filipinos have their own superstitions and beliefs and all that but um yea the people in Trese seem very used to the bullshit,,,which in retrospect, isn't at all inaccurate fsdfd I MEAN WE DEAL WITH UNSURMOUNTABLE AMOUNTS OF BS ON A DAILY BASIS SO I DON’T THINK DEAD GHOSTS WOULD EVEN FAZE MANY FSKJDS

+ The one that appears right before Alexandra talks with the duwende (the one in the manhole) is called Laman Lupa (which i guess translates to um "What is in the earth"? just um YEA THEY ARE DIRT CREATURES). normally this is an umbrella term for duwendes and nunos but in Trese they are servants of these aforementioned creatures.

+ Duwende (which came from the Spanish phrase "dueno de case" which means "owner of the house") or dwarves in Filipino folklore are known to be mischievous and magical environmental guardians. They are believed to reside in trees or under earth mounds (those that live in the latter are called nuno sa pundo or old man of the mount) which is why quite a lot of Filipinos say "tabi tabi po" or “excuse me” when wandering around a forest or earth mounds as a sign of respect and in the hopes the duwende won't torment them. If the person is friendly, the duwende can also be friendly in return and will bring that person good lucl; otherwise, those who destroy their homes by stepping on them will face their wrath in form of heartless curse and predictions of ominous and disastrous fates. A duwende's color also depends on their budhi or conscience: to my knowledge, white duwendes are kind, red ones give protection amulets, green ones are firnedly with children and the black ones give nothing but trouble.

+ Chocnut aka the snack Alex bribes the nuno with is a very yummy chocolate snack made of coconut milk, crushed peanuts and cocoa powder. They are umm about an inch in length and maybe half an inch in width so it's fairly small; that being said I WANT THE CHOCNUT THAT ALEXANDRA HAS CAUSE HOT DAMN THAT'S A BIG CHOCNUT

+ In Trese, the creatures in the MRT scene and in the warehouse Alexandra visits after she talks with the duwende are called "aswang". In Philippine folklore, it is an umbrella term for any kind of monster so um an aswang in Luzon would be very different from the aswang in Mindanao. According to what I saw on wikipedia, they can be classified in 5 categories: the vampire (self-explanatory um they drink blood), the viscera sucker (the manananggal, i'll get to that next time), the weredog (cats and pigs are also possible but um yea they target pregnant women), the witch (self-explanatory boom curses and stuff) and the ghoul (they gather near trees in cemeteries to feast on human corpses). Aswangs are often described to have a long, hollow tongue, sharp claws and sharp teeth, although they do also have human forms.

+ To my knowledge, Ibwa, the leader of the aswangs in the warehouse, is a creature from Tinguian or Itneg mythology (they, like the Ifugao, are an indigenous ethnic group in northwestern Luzon) though I could be wrong about this dksfsf Ibwa seems like an ethnic filipino term tho wah I can't remember where I once read that. But anyways, Ibwa often stalk sthe house of a dying person to steal its body. In order for the ibwa to NOT succeed in that, some people burn holes in the garments of the dead and put a sharp iron object on top of the grave since those are most powerful weapons against aswangs which is what Alexandra uses to subdue the Ibwa and kill all the other aswangs (the knife alex uses is named Sinag which means "ray of light".)

+ ALSO I AM SO SO GLAD THEY KEPT THE FILIPINO SWEARS IN THE ENGLISH DUB YES YES THIS IS A VERY GOOD JOB so lemme discuss the versatility of tangina-

+ Also umm Bossing is a nickname of Vic Sotto - one of the three pioneer hosts of Eat Bulaga! which is the longest running Philippine noontime variety show. Over time, most probably due to the show's popularity, the term "bossing" then became um slang for "boss" or "chief"

+ Translation of what Alex says when she's stirring the eye inside the cup: “In the eyes of others, secrets will reveal themselves.”

+ Sidenote: The English dub's pronunciation of many of the tagalog lines are um yea they r pretty good but they could use a bit of work but then again I'm really not that good in speaking in Tagalog so who am I to judge gkdkf sorry po guys conyo po ako-

+ Maria Makiling is arguably the most famous of all the diwatas (ancestral spirits, nature spirits, or deities) in Philippine Mythology; she is associated with Mount Makiling in Laguna as the guardian spirit of the mountain. Mount Makiling is said to resemble a profile of a woman and people associate the profile with Maria herself. She is also known as a goddess by the name of Dayang Masalanta and people would pray to her for safety and to stop storms and earthquakes. That's the goddess Alexandra's mother mentions right when she tells Alex to hide. (Translation to what she said there: Maria Makiling, goddess of the mountain, bless us.)

+ ALSO YEA THAT MAYOR IN THE MRT STATION IS UMMM RATHER REMINISCENT OF MAAAANY POLITICIANS AND PUBLIC SERVANTS HERE LIKE BELIEVE ME I CAN THINK OF SO MANY NAMES RN. THEY WOULD FLAUNT THEIR MACHISMO AND PROMISE THAT THEY THEMSELVES SHALL PUNISH THE PERPETRATORS HARSHLY BUT IN THE END THEY DONT MEAN SHIT AND ARE IN OFFICE TO SERVE ONLY THEMSELVES AND TO SHIT ON THE REST ESP THOSE OF THE POORER SECTORS AND *NOTHING IS DONE ABOUT IT*. WE LIVE IN HELL OKAY. also hmm how the police are represented here is umm,,,interesting,,, like i know there are sOME good police officers like the ones alexandra assists but like,,,our current sociopolitical climate + the many cases showcasing the corruption in the police force + tHE SHEER AMOUNT OF POLICE BRUTALITY HERE would ummm beg to differ. but um anyways-

+ Also Mang Inasal posters can be seen in the MRT station backdrops and um it’s a very famous restaurant chain here and they serve lots of barbecue and other filipino stuffs and i miss them a lot God their halo halo is very yummy

+ Santelmo - oki so this is the fire face thingy that Alexandra summons inside the ruined train. This is the shortened version of the term "Apoy ni Santa Elmo" or "St. Elmo's Fire" - this is a weather phenomenon wherein plasma is created from an electrical discharge from a rod like object in an atmospheric electric field. This phenomenon was used to warn of imminent lightning strikes or storms (there is a chapter in Noli Me Tangere where Pilosopo Tasyo talks about that bUT I'LL SAVE THE NOLI ME TANGERE RAMBLES FOR ANOTHER DAY). But according to Philippine folklore, santelmos - which are said to be souls of people lost as sea - are balls of fire that appear where accidents or big arguments happen. In Trese, santelmos (alex's santelmo being "The Great Spirit of the Binondo Fire") can be called to assist in supernatural investigations

+ Translation of what Alex says when she draws the circles to meet with the purple ghosts: "Souls, where are you off to? I'll be entering too, so please open the door."

+ Remember the scene at the train with all the purple ghosts and the woman in a veil? Yea the woman is an emissary of a goddess named Ibu and she is the Manobo (again, another indigenous ethnic group but this time they're from Mindanao; fun fact we have around 134 ethnic groups) goddess of deceased mortals and the queen of the underworld; she also serves as a psychopomp and guides the newly deceased souls to the other side (having an MRT be the ride to the underworld isn’t in the legends tho so fkkjsf)

+ The aswang in the top hat is called Xa Mul and according to the Isneg/Apayao people (yay another ethnic group but this time in northern Luzon - the Cordillera regions to be specific), they are an evil spirit known to swallow people whole.

+ Alex has two henchmen right? Yea they are named Crispin and Basillio and No I still don’t know who’s who and I'm really sorry about that fsfjs so anyways the names Crispin and Basillio are actually those of two brothers featured in the Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo novels (Crispin is younger and Basilio is older) which are basically the national novels here cause um yea written by national hero Jose Rizal as sociopolitical commentary about the Spanish regime here. I don't know if I want to spoil this cause I kinda want other people to read the novel too fskfs BUT ALL IN ALL, ONE OF THEM DIES IN LIKE THE 10TH OR 11TH CHAPTER OF NOLI ME TANGERE (and the novel has 64 chapters btw) AND UM YEA-

+ OKI SO TO ADD MORE CONTEXT TO THE SQUATTER STUFFS MENTIONED IN TRESE (we r gonna use the tiny font here because holy shit this rant is long): So,in the Philippines, especially in the capital region, there are lots of slum areas called squatters. These are dense urban settlements made of compact makeshift housing units that aren't really officially recognized by the government. This is um very reflective of the poverty situation here and there are maaany factors that come into play here and if i were to go into depth about this topic, that rant would probably turn into an academic paper so for the sake of brevity, let's just say that Things Are Fucked Up Here. Oftentimes the poorer sectors are being ignored and left to their own devices despite tons of campaign promises to make things better and easier for them. The communities that live here are incredibly vulnerable to floods, fires, and the like and afaik no concrete solutions have been in effect to protect these people and their settlements. There have also been many times where squatter areas are dismantled or demolished despite protests of people living in those areas and yea I understand the need to make space and the need for renovation but the people should still be offered some sort of temporary settlement or financial compensation thingy that doESN'T fuck them over but alas, we have an anti-poor government. That being said, I really like Trese Ep 1's portrayal of governmental negligence, but I also have some thoughts, especially in regards to the mayor being arrested THAT FAST which um believe me, NEVER FUCKING HAPPENS BECAUSE MANY MAYORS AND A LOT OF POLITICIANS HAVE THE POLICE IN THEIR POCKETS SO UM ERR YEA JUSTICE IS RARELY A THING HERE BUT UM ANYWAYS YEA THE GOVERNMENT LIKES TO SHIT ON THE POOR WOO LET'S SAVE THE USE OF SOCIOLOGICAL LENS ON THIS MATTER FOR ANOTHER DAY

+ The news channel reporting the arrest of the mayor is ABC-ZNN WHICH IS AN OBVIOUS REFERENCE TO ABSCBN aka the top media conglomerate here (that has been fucked over by the government so many times to the point that they had to shut down operations last year which is all sorts of unfair so seeing them being referenced here kinda made me happy gksfks)

#HI PATROC I HAVE A GIFT #IT'S A VERY LONG AND CONVOLUTED GIFT #BUT IT'S A GIFT #I WISH YOU THE BEST OF LUCK IN TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THIS #this is literally 2813 words long AND IT TOOK ME 12 HOURS TO TYPE THIS OUT OH GOD #AND THIS IS JUST EP 1 #here's to hoping the following eps are gonna be much easier for me to like ramble about considering that i explained quite a lot here gfsfs #please do take this ramble with a grain of salt tho cause obviously I am not a mythology expert so um feel free to add more info!#i'd really love to see more info about trese so yay!#trese #trese netflix #alexandra trese #trese spoilers #ask to tag

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soukokuwu · 4 years

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➤ @fyowyn-writes said: okay clarifying that, s/o’s ability basically makes them immortal, but they can die it would just take several centuries to die from old age so they joined fyodor in order to find a way to get rid of their ability because you know that’s kinda his thing

➤ genre: angst

➤ pairing: fyodor x reader

➤ warning: death

➤ synopsis: fyodor has to choose — loving you or to love you?

➤ word count: 2.1k

➤ a/n: hi i know this came out super late and i’m very sorry ma’am, but i really hope you like this gwynn!! 🥺✨ sorry tumblr deleted your ask djsjds let me know what you guys think hope y’all enjoy this too!

The moment of separation

Forever is a long time.

Fyodor remembers thinking what a sin it is — immortality. You do too, over time. And so you wish you could end it.

But a wish is just that — an expression of desire. Never something that can be guaranteed. Though rumours have it that if there’s one thing that Fyodor can guarantee you, it’s death.

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Fyodor always had a house; a roof over his head. But never a home. It changed — only because of you.

You are the comfort in his chaos, the still in the waves, the knowing that some thunder might come with rain. It is weird, how Fyodor thinks he always knows what’s to come, but he doesn’t with you. With you he always anticipates, looks forward to the next day. And not for himself, but for you.

Everything has an explanation, but this emotion he feels? The small warmth inside his chest — the one he tries so hard to deny, the one he never expected to feel in this life — it grows every second he spends with you; subtly, slowly, just as the best things do.

The first time he lays eyes on you — he doesn’t bat an eyelash, doesn’t do a double-take. Only when you let your voice escape you, only when you offered to help him with his plans, give him all of your extensive knowledge. Only then did he offer you an ear. You vow to give him all you are in return for one thing, a simple prayer.

Death. Instantaneous, painless. Then cremated and thrown out to sea.

You played right into his wheelhouse — you tell him of your sins, of your ability. You tell him that you wish for him to grace you with the powers of god, to give you the salvation you needed. Fyodor has never had anyone that brave, that... foolish to ask anything like that of him. Which is why he agrees. Not only are you useful, you are an interesting one.

Maybe he will find more use out of you. Maybe.

He does.

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People are made up of their own sins, be it greed, lust, envy. Fyodor tries to figure out what you’re made of.

But his own answer frustrates him. When he tries to put a word to it, he remembers you getting up early to brew him coffee. He remembers you putting a blanket over him when he falls asleep in front of his blueprints. He remembers you holding your own when he talks down to you. He remembers you protecting him in missions, even over the littlest things.

Even domestic things. A pill on his pillow when he’s sick and refuses to acknowledge it. A tray of food (healthy ones too, because he’s anemic and you know that) in the microwave when he comes back late from surveying an area. A plan drafted up for the next mission when you know he’s too tired to do it by himself.

Sunshine.

That’s what you’re made up of. Warm, soothing. And he hates his answer. This... affection towards you. He can’t explain it either. He hates it too.

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Slowly, but surely.

That is you — fitting into your position in his life. One of great importance, one that pains him to deny to himself. It is bound to end in ruins anyway. And still, Fyodor can’t control it. No, no, he can. Could it be — he doesn’t want to?

The subtlety of inching closer to each other while looking over the details of the next mission. You on his left side, right hand taking refuge on the surface of the table for no purpose whatsoever. He on your right, left hand brushing against your arm, heartbeat drumming in his ears. Pinkies intertwined. But no words about that exchanged. Fyodor notices the goosebumps that form on your skin though, and for a second, he guesses — is this what hope feels like?

Late nights where he used to bug you to go to sleep — he prefers planning by himself after all — he doesn’t anymore. What is he wishing for? He’s puzzled himself. But then you remind him — every time the old grandfather clock against the wall strikes midnight, when your eyes automatically get a little droopy. Every time each minute passes after that, when your voice gets thick with sleepiness and you drawl out your words. And every time you try to stay awake and fail, when your head drops on his shoulder as you drift into sleep. And Fyodor feels... oddly blessed. Is this what he’s wishing for? A simple gesture such as being your shoulder to sleep on? Isn’t this silly? No, says his mind, not if it’s you. And he takes a closer look at you in your slumber.

Since when did you become so beautiful?

Conversations about your ability where he usually shows a distaste for it — he freaks you out when his disdain turns into praises. And the sweet moments in his mind vanish whenever he hears you say anything in relation to your coming death. His voice gets louder, tongue gets sharper, until it drives you away from the room, in tears. And it takes him but a while to find out why he’s acting this way now. He doesn’t want you to go.

Fyodor bangs the table as hard as he can, frustration taking over him, tears falling from his eyes in a silent cry. The last thing he wants is for you to know how deeply he cares. It would just cause more problems for both of you. And you would feel bad for him, won’t you? The guilt would eat you up, wouldn’t it? He doesn’t want you to feel that way. But he’s never felt this way before. He doesn’t know how to do this right.

And in the next room you lean against the door and fall to the floor. You drown your cries in polyester, hearing the bang that is undoubtedly caused by you. You thought everything was going well... were you wrong?

But the days after, when he apologises and gets the courage to call you names? He treasures them. No, not harsh names — but pet names. “Moya dorogaya (my dear),” he’d always call you. And you’d play along with a whisper in his ear, “moy dorogoy (my dear).” He doesn’t tell you, but it consumes him with happiness and relief when he hears you say the words with such tenderness. Fyodor always acts like he’s joking, and you always let him believe you think he is. But you both know the other is hiding something, and yet neither of you press on the matter. Some things are better left unsaid.

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Live in the moment, they say.

If that’s the only way to distract him from the horror that would be his future without you, then he figures he may as well take it.

“It’s the first time I’ve been with an older lady,” he jokes.

“Hey, I’m not that—”

Fyodor seals your words with his lips that night. As the alcohol seeps into both your systems, he makes the decision to cross the line. The promised time is soon, and he’d rather know every inch of you rather than spend the rest of his life wondering, guessing what you feel like. And he ignores the logical voices in his mind telling him to stop as his fingers dance across every single surface of your body, as his ears tingle hearing your moans that he is responsible for, as he smells the coconut of your hair, as he tastes the wine lingering in your tongue and the sweetness of your essence.

That night isn’t his first time ever, but he’s never felt passion that can mirror his experience with you. The way he doesn’t want it to ever stop, the way you look as you enjoy his each and every thrust, the way you blush when you realise he’s soaking in every ounce of you; the way you look — he wants it imprinted into his memories.

For a moment, after the deed is done, when you are lying bare against his chest, hearts beating as one — for that moment, he wonders if he’s able to change your mind.

But “thank you, Fyo,” you murmur. “You’ve made these past few months of my life more worthwhile than the previous centuries I’ve lived.”

In your words he hears the answer. And he realises.

The foolish one... is he.

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You taught him how to love, but you never taught him how to stop. Death already had you in its grip. But death cannot kill what never dies.

Whatever Fyodor felt — and still feels — for you, he wishes will disappear to the void, along with you and the memories of you. But he’s more rational than that. This will never go away. The warmth he knows he felt, the pain he still feels, and the sorrows that he has yet to felt. None of them will ever vanish.

Never. Unlike the light in your eyes as he presses his palm to your forehead, unlike the gratitude in your voice as you whisper a “thank you” to him before you fall lifeless in his arms.

Fyodor used to pride himself in being the leader of his organisation, in being a god of sorts. And now, with you gone — he doesn’t know who he is anymore. Every little thing that made him him, they’re all tainted with you. From his morning cups of coffee to the additional meticulousness in his planning, each and every part of his life you’ve invaded, and unlike you, they’re here to stay.

“We’re here, lyubimaya (honey),” Fyodor mumbles, holding up the urn.

It’s a beautiful day. The sand under his shoes, the ocean breeze singing past his ears, the sun slowly setting, reminding him of his sunshine. His sunshine who, after all those months, still sought death. And he didn’t want to be the reason you continued to resent life, so he gave in. He gave in to his love for you.

As he looks out at the horizon, he lets his mind wander aimlessly for once — to think irrationally for the first time in so long. Was it possible that you were watching over him? Rationality be damned, he wishes you are. It is lonely once again, without you. He doesn’t want to let you go, he thinks as he uncaps the urn. He doesn’t want the last remains of you to leave his side, he thinks as he tilts the urn sideways over the ocean. But “farewell, radost moya (my joy),” he bids to you as your ashes disperse themselves into the vast sea.

“I love you,” he mumbles, hoping it gets to you wherever you are. The words he’s never said to you, they suddenly come so easy now that you’re gone. He chuckles in self-deprecation. Oh, how human you’ve made him feel.

Fyodor acts as though the tears aren’t real. He doesn’t wipe them away as he watches the last of you slip away from him. He curses the tears for not blurring the vision of you flashing in his mind, for not marring the smile he remembers.

Love leaves memories no one can steal, and this love exists beyond worlds, this feeling won’t be separated from Fyodor no matter how much he begs for it to. And trying to forget you would be trying to forget the only home he’s ever known. It will be impossible, he is sure. And for the first time in his life, yet another first you have cast upon him, he does what he never thought he would.

Fyodor falls on his knees, the now empty urn falling in place right beside him. He doesn’t care for the sand staining his white pants or the water that runs across his legs. Gods aren’t supposed to feel this way, are they? Helpless, pathetic, and yearning for something they can’t have? Or is it normal to be a slave to love?

The tears now blur his vision completely. Not like he can see anything clearly anymore. Everything is murky with you gone. And he lets his sobs out this time. What a capable woman you are, he thinks, in life and even in death, because how amazing must one be, to be able to bring a god down to his knees?

He peers out at the sea, knowing your spirit is free. There is nothing left between the two of you now but an ocean of silence.

Fyodor is drowning in it. Forever.

And forever is a long time.

tags: @yokelish @gogolparadise @fyowyn-writes

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atsunflower · 4 years

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Semi Eita x Reader

Rated: SFW — Angst, cursing, traffic accident, injury descriptions, slight mentions of anxiety and post traumatic stress.

Word count: 2070

Author notes: and here is the second part of our F.L.Y collab. I want to thank all the girls from Knights of the coconut and in particular, both @mooshua and @neonghxst who were pretty patient with me and helped me a lot throughout this process. You guys are amazing and I can't thank you enough. I guess that's all. Please enjoy your reading!

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If this can no longer resonate/ No longer make my heart vibrate/ Then like this may be how/ I die my first death

He felt suffocated as the breath hitched on his throat.

Staring at his hands, the male recalled how said limbs brought the best time of his life:

A setter position at Shiratorizawa Volleyball club.

A desk job at the public department.

A promise as a rising star along his band, under a label with a contract too good to be true.

Roaming through his memories, he remembers that every single one of his achievements were accompanied by lights:

The reflectors on the court.

The white lamps from his office.

The blinding lights from the stage.

Once had he everything he wanted. Now it was all out of his grasp — And lights, very similar to the last ones, now plagued his thoughts.

After all, he remembers when they blinded him before the car came crashing onto his body. Chills ran down his spine every time he recalled how the headlights of the vehicle were the last thing he saw before blacking out.

All it took was one second and then, a month at the hospital that turned into a lifetime of pain — it took only an accident for his life never be the same again.

"Maybe this is what they call first death" He muttered to himself, the words tasting bitter in his mouth as he took on his surroundings.

The constant tapping the secretary made on the keyboard left his nerves on edge and, added to the sterile scent hanging on the air, it felt like a reminder of the folder that sat heavy on his lap. In addition, the curious, pitying, eyes trained to his figure did nothing to soothe his anxiety.

Well, it's not everyday you see a rockstar sitting in a clinic waiting room, after he almost died, the man mused in distaste.

"Semi Eita?" The voice called from the door across the lounge. There, a male stood eyeing him as he made his way to the office.

The room was spacious, with a desk, cabinets, a stretcher and some anatomic models. A typical physiotherapist office, he guessed — not like Semi had ever been into one before, though.

"Make yourself comfortable, Semi-san" The brunette said as he organized some papers on the desk surface "I see it's your first time here. I'm Ennoshita Chikara, the physiotherapist who will take care of your condition from now on" They both shook hands as Semi sat on the chair. He cursed internally as he felt no force on his right hand.

"So, what brings you here today, Semi-san?" Ennoshita asked, eyeing Semi's right hand.

The grey haired male gulped before handing the folder to the physiotherapist.

"Here, this is the medical report. Shirabu-sensei made sure to specify everything regarding my hand." The brunette hummed before taking it. Semi couldn't muster up the courage to talk about his condition.

"I know, Semi-san. But I need to hear it for the history taking and you may know acceptance can help you through the recovery process" The apologetic tone made him sick.

"I don't want to talk about it. Could you please just proceed with the therapy?"

"Look, I know it's a sensitive topic but—" The therapist was interrupted mid sentence when Semi stood. The chair screeched on the floor at the sudden movement before the male tried to snatch the folder from the other.

Tried.

The paper sheets scattered on the floor, since he couldn't take a proper grip on them.

Tears of frustration welled up on his eyes, as he murmured a meek apology only to storm out of the place.

Semi Eita felt the pitying eyes following him all the way back to his house.

At home, he felt in peace.

No sympathetic gazes and no condescending words. Just him alone with his own demons.

I need a bath. And a beer, the gray haired man decided as the weak hand carded through his hair locks. He flinched at the touch, feeling how dull it was — tactless, even. Just a bundle of flesh and bones hanging from his wrist. Nothing like it used to be.

Ignoring the pang on his chest, the man walked through the corridor. By his left, he saw a shining glass door and immediately, a sensation of longing crawled up his spine and clawed at his heart. He opened the tinted surface, entering the room.

The music studio was the same way he left on the accident day: the gray hoodie thrown over the chair, the paper cups of coffee scattered over his desk and the Moleskine with the lyrics he wrote that night. They resembled three months of hard work and the whole place, a sanctuary built of his dreams.

Too bad the room now felt like his own private purgatory.

Running his index finger over the notebook's leathery spine, memories invaded his mind. Regret gnawed on him even though he wasn't at fault — well, who would have predicted that going to get cigarettes late at the night would end up in a near-death experience? Who would've guessed that, on the way back to his condo, a drunk fucker would hit him with his car and vanish from the scene, without calling an ambulance?

If the medical help came sooner, would things be different? He often wondered, even though he knew it couldn't be helped. His friend, doctor Shirabu, said the damage on his arm was too extensive with a chance of recovery little to nonexistent. His heart stopped beating when he heard those words.

Looking back at it, Semi Eita regretted getting out of his house for such a trivial thing. Before, the musician had his dreams to push him through. Now, all he had left was a medical report — written in a horrendous handwriting, if he may add — stating that patient Semi Eita suffered a minor brain damage and multiple broken bones that caused a lower motor neuron syndrome with wallerian degeneration on the median nerve of his right arm — he didn't understand a shit about the medical terms, but he knew it was bad. Well, it's not like paralysed fingers in the form of 'the hand of benediction' could be a good outcome of an accident.

Benediction? More like a curse, he scowled.

Snapping out of his internal turmoil, brown orbs wandered over the music studio, eyeing all his equipment, as the man drowned on the nostalgic feeling.

On the far corner of the room, white tiles smiled at him — Though, it wasn't a sign of sympathy: in the far corner of the room, the black piano was smiling in mockery, as if it laughed at him, knowing his condition.

You'll never play again, The piano said

"I know!" He retorted.

Your career is dead, the piano chanted.

"I know!"

So pitiful, it snickered — and that was the last straw before despair washed through his body.

Semi spotted the electric guitar by his left. Grabbing the instrument by its neck, he threw it at the other. The wooden body crashed onto the keyboard, the ivory keys agonized at the violence.

Not that he cared, though. He was hurting a lot more than the piano did.

And the tears running down his face were proof enough of it.

Absorbed in his self-conscious state, he didn't see you entering the room, eyes roaming over the mess he made.

"Oh my, Eita!" And his body crashed into yours, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Eita, love" You said softly, testing the waters.

"Get out" He pleaded weakly, both of you still slumped over the carpet of his studio. Your boyfriend stopped crying long ago, but sorrow still covered his face.

The sight was heartbreaking.

"You know I won't" You said, holding him tighter.

"[Name], get the fuck out!" He said an octave louder, pushing you away "The last thing I want now is your pity. And I don't want you to see me like this, either" Ever the proud man he was, hatred laced his voice — and even though you knew it wasn't directed at you and that he didn't mean it, it still hurted.

"I won't leave you. And I don't pity you" You sincerely stated.

"So why the fuck you're looking at me like this?" Hazel irises squinted at you, the hands clutching your shoulder tightened their grip — the hold on your right felt a lot more stronger.

"I'm worried" And then, he laughed.

Hysterically.

Almost scaringly.

"Why waste your time, huh?" You tried to retort, he beated you to it.

"Why bother with a failure for a boyfriend, hm?"

"Eita"

"What's left to you, huh? I bet you're leaving me now that my fucking career went downhill and I won't be famous anymore" The venom of his words scorched your ears.

Throwing insults at you, Semi didn't measure his words and nor did you measure your actions. A second after, all the two of you felt was the stinging flesh.

Of your hand.

Of his cheek.

"So you'll just sit here and cry?" You grabbed him by the collar, eyes boring into his "Shirabu himself said there was a chance. Are you giving up this easily?"

"Shirabu said there was a slight chance" He corrected you, saliva was sprayed over your skin when he screamed at your face.

"And you'll just take it, giving up without a try?" You were so done. The Semi you knew wasn't a spineless man who gave up so easily.

"You don't know how it feels!" He cracked again, the cry went past his mouth, wavering on the air. Your features softened as your hands moved upwards, cradling his face.

"I don't" The words came ragged "But please, don't give up without pulling out a good fight. You're not acting like yourself"

"It's just so hard. You don't get how empty I feel" The man before you was nothing like your Eita.

"For fuck's sake, Eita. Try the surgery and if it doesn't work, wait for the physical therapy results. If it still doesn't work, learn to play with the other hand, goddammit" You leaned onto him, joining your foreheads "Just don't give up. Back to our Shiratorizawa years, you said you wanted to rely on your own strength to show you abilities, because you desire to do things were always too strong. You prided yourself for being free when showing off, then why are you letting this situation hold you down?"

"It's hard. It's like I'm dying, but feels much more worse than that" Words came in a whisper, still reluctant to consider the options.

"But did you die? Did your talent die?" You lightly shook his body, trying to infuse some energy into it "Did you, all of sudden, forget how to make music?" And he saw determination painted in the hue of your irises.

"But—" He tried to argue.

"No buts, even if you can't play in the band, you can still be a producer. Don't let life reap your art away from you" You pleaded, hoping your words could somehow touch him.

Peeking into his face, you observed its features softening as you felt his muscles relaxing under your palms and your boyfriend reciprocating your loving touches.

Your heart was finally at ease.

"How come you always know what to say in the right time, even if it's cliché as fuck?" Eyelids covered the orbs you loved so much as the words were spoken in a serene mode.

Semi Eita felt peace.

You tucked the broader body inside of your arms, caressing the lean muscles of his shoulders.

"There's a reason why, other than my pretty face, I'm your muse" He playfully scoffed at you, tightening the hold on your waist.

"Who said you are?" You ignored his words, paying attention to the hair locks under your chin "[Name]?" He started uncertain.

"Hm?"

"You're right. Guess if I didn't die in the accident, it's only fair if I don't let my life as an artist go away either" His soft-spoken words meant everything to you.

Relief washed over you as your heartbeat increased in your chest. But the most important was how you could feel Semi's heart beating again.

I'm in my workroom, it's my studio/ The waves go darkly by in a throe/ But I'll never get dragged away again

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years

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The One

A/N: I think this is the perfect time for me to write this request.

REQUEST:Hi! Are your requests open? If they are can i request a james potter imagine where reader is very stressed over exams because she failed the last time so he gets worried over her etc. ? Thank you!

James hadn’t seen you this pale in his whole life knowing you. He knew you were stressed, you get easily anxious because of your extensive over-thinking, over-analyzing and over-worrying.

You told him two weeks before that you will be swamped with work. You told him to not be offended if you were not that around him. He understood, so seeing you a few times a week didn’t make him upset. He missed you but he knew you needed to concentrate on your exams, so he popped in ocassionally to check up on you.

He gently knocked on the door and opened them slowly. He peeked and saw you already looking at him with confused, red eyes. “James?” you asked, grabbing your glasses from the bed and putting them on.

You looked worse than he had thought. Your eyes sunk into the dark shadows around the, thin red veins in the white of them, reaching into the coloured iris. Your skin was pale and red, meaning you definetly scratched some of it subconsciously from the anxiety and stress. Your skin was pale. There was no colour on it, no shine, no smoothness. Your body was covered in oversized, comfortable clothing, your hair a definite mess.

Yet you smiled to his appearance with serenity and joy. Somehow, despite all the heaviness your eyes had hold, they still twinkled a bit at the sight of him, which made his stomach do all sorts of things.

He walked in with a tray and his imfamous cocky grin. “Evening my Love.” he closed the door behind with his foot. “I brought you some food.”

You felt something churn in your stomach but it sickened you at the sight. Your stomach was delicate when it came to a big amount of stress. You couldn’t control it. As much as you tried to avoid stress, it was always there and your stomach made sure that you know it.

You pulled down the sleeves of your sweater and simpered. “Uh- thanks but I’m really not that hungry.” you moved the books from one part of the bed to another, making some space for your boyfriend. “Sorry for the mess.” you appologised, your voice a bit raspy and weak.

James couldn’t bring himself to smile at this scene. He put the tray down in front of you; mashed potatoes, fried fish, greens and juice. There were pancakes with strawberries on the side. He looked at you worriedly. “You haven’t had a proper meal in days.” he glanced at your night stand, filled with water bottles, some empty, some half full. There were some half eaten cookies and a lot of wrapping papers.

You brought your knees to your chins, deciding to ignore what he had said and just look at him and smile. He was so handsome. He had a nice dark tone to his skin, dakr hair and his eyes beautifully outmatched his other features. His hair was always spiked up after a few days but when he washed them, they fell flat on his forehead. He always smelled so nicely, a cologne you had bought him for his birthday last year. He used it constantly but never ran out of it.

He knew what you were doing. You were adoring him with your eyes and he would just melt, as he did now. He felt a blush creep on his cheeks as your eyes kept wandering on his face, observing every cell of his body. He stood up and walked on the other side of the bed, scooting behind you and taking you into his arms.

You leaned back, feeling such comfort and safety as warmth washed over you. Your eyes closed at the wonderful feeling, tears unwillingly falling down your cheeks. “I’m so tired, James.”

He kissed the side of your head, eyes squeezing shut at the way you called his name. It wasn’t just a call, it was a plea and he felt like you were telling him to save you. He squeezed you tightly and burried his nose into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin, causing goosebumps to appear all over. You smelled just the same as you always did, after coconut. “I love you, (y/n).” he said softly, almost sorrowly. “But please eat something.” he continued but stopped as he had felt you breathe heavier in his arms.

He looked at you and found you sleeping in his embrace. Your eyes were shut, some traces of tender tears from the corner of your eyes to the corner of your lips. You inhaled strongly but exhaled slowly. It was as if you were suffocating on air.

He smiled as he saw you cling onto his left arm like a monkey, nuzzling your head into his shoulder and starting to pull light snores. Luckily, he could pull his wand with his dominant hand and remove all the books and the tray from your bed. He uncovered the sheets and covered both of you in it, scooting himself away and carefully tucking you, later himself as well, into the sheets. He scooped you into his embrace and pulled you close, his lips giving you gentle kisses on the back of your neck, your shoulder and your earlobe.

He saw a pleased little smile on your lips as he did but you were already fast asleep. He let his hands reach to yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he kept tabs on your pulse.

He could feel it beating nicely but the pace was off. There would be a few fast heartbeats for five minutes or so, then a few slow ones for a longer period.

He knew how important this was to you. Everybody had final exams but you had a bit more since you had failed two important exams before. The professors decided to split those two exams into three parts each with addition of a few more works. It was unfair but it was how the system worked. You didn’t complain, only grabbed your books and disappeared among them.

In two weeks, you had changed completely. He didn’t see you in the mornings but when he did, you were too exhausted to see him. At first you put effort into your appearance but through every exam, you would just walk straight out of bed, take an exam, go back to your dorm, sleep a bit, study.

He hadn’t seen you do anything you love. He hadn’t seen you go out for a walk, hang out with your friends, go to Hogsmeade with him or anything that would take you away from these exams for just a moment, letting your brains relax. You speech had gotten confusing as well. You kept talking but lost concentration quickly. Your tongue would twist and the wrong words came out or no words at all.

You would drift away just as you did now. You withdrawn yourself into your den, surrounded by books, trying so hard to pass these exams but after each exam, he would see you grow weaker.

He hasn’t seen you during breakfast, lunch or supper for a week and a half. Your friends told him that you had changed. You became grumpy, snappy and even moody. Sometimes they would just see you stare somewhere else, dazing out for a second or so but quickly coming back and grabbing the books in front of you.

James was only worried. He just wanted these exams to be over so you would finally rest and come back to them.... to him.

He kissed the back of your head and felt his hand squeeze as he did. He wanted to smile but he could feel you tense up. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your fingers squashing his inbetween he let out a small wail of pain.

“(y/n).” he said softly, trying to remove his hand out of your grip.

He felt you breathe quicker and heavier, the movement of your eyes going left and right under your eyelids.

His heart sunk.

Panic overtook his senses. For a moment he just sat there, frozen and stoic, watching you shake and tense under his arms. When he gathered back his thoughts, he took you back into his arms, pulled you closer to him, took a hold of your hands, no matter how much you hurt him, he grit his teeth and suffered through the pain. He locked your moving legs with his, having you in a still position. You breathing was still the same as before, so he only put his chin on your shoulder and whispered. “Shh.... it’s okay. I’m here. I’m here.” he spoke tenderly, kissing your jaw. “You’re safe, just calm down.” he kept soothing you with his voice.

You woke up, shaking in his arms and feeling your heart pump in your chest. “Ja-ames.” you stuttered. “What’s happening to me?” you said, scared to death.

“It’s just an anxiety attack-” he felt your breathing enlarge but he quickly continued. “We had all had them. Just breathe through your nose and breathe out through your mouth. Calm down.”

“I- I don’t know if I-”

“I’m here. You have nothing to be afraid of, okay?” he kissed your shoulder and pulled you in.

You nodded, tears streaming down your cheeks. You had never felt like this. You had never felt like fear was over-rulling your life. You had never felt your body go so numb or your heart go so fast. Every breath you took wasn’t enough to fill your lungs.

He started to hum into your shoulder, diverting your attention from your paranoid thoughts. You looved over your shoulder, finding him smiiling at you. “You know what song this is?”

You shook your head.

“ Our love is alive and so we begin...” he started to sing in a whisper at first, his voice only growing. “ Foolishly layin' our hearts on the table- stumblin in.”

You let out a laugh, hearing his gentle, deep voice continue.

“ Our love is a flame burnin' within Now and then fire light will catch us, Stumblin' in “ he paused, rocking you a bit in his arms and nuzzling into you, chuckling. “Prepare yourself for this: Wherever you go, whatever you do You know these reckless thoughts of mine Are followin' you “

“ I've fallen for you, whatever you do 'Cause baby you've shown me so many things That I never knew Whatever it takes, baby, I'll do it for you.” you continued, your voice a bit more softer and raspier.

“You know the song?” he gasped in surprise and you giggled.

“You always sing it to me. Of course, I know the song.”

“Oh.”

You turned around to face him, your hand reaching up to his cheek as you looked into his eyes, unaware how much your adoring gaze melted him away. You let the tip of your finger wander his chin and cheek, just watching him in adoration. “Thank you.”

He simpered, kissing your forehead and bringing you in again. “I love you.” he said, feeling tears spike his eyes. “But I also find you very stupid when you don’t take care of yourself.”

Your hands wrapped themselves around him and you replied. “I know. I’m sorry.” you mumbled. “That’s why I have you; to sober me up.”

He pulled away, cupping your face with his large hands and watching your with all his seriousness. “I’ll always have your back, you hear me? But if you scare me to death like this again, I’ll kill you.” he pulled you back into his embrace.

You let out a soft giggle, throwing your leg around his torso, which you know he hated but secretly adored. “You just might be the one, James Potter.” you said and he let out a chuckle.

“I am the one. No doubt I’m marrying you one day.”

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1kook · 5 years

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distractions

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

summary: “Soft.” / “No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.” tags: gamer kook, soft bf jeon, extensive knowledge of the MCU (Mario Cinematic Universe) warnings: nsfw; mostly tit play, dry humping, slight praise, jizzing in ur pants like ur fifteen again wc: 3k barely

when u have 34827 other fics to finish but ur brain hyper focuses on this image at 1 in the morning. not proofread bc idk ppl

ty for all the nice comments on skirt chasers btw<333

There were a lot of things about Jungkook that you didn’t learn until you were official. Like the fact he rarely matches his socks unless they’re cool socks. Or that he prefers his pancakes pre-drizzled with syrup. Not necessarily bad things, just aspects the general public wouldn’t normally see. In fact, the worst “trait” you’ve learned about Jungkook in the past year is how easily distracted he can get. Nothing crazy, just tiny actions, like forgetting to eat for three hours because he refuses to leave his Wii until he can beat the guys in three rounds of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate in the Mushroom Kingdom stage. Strangely specific, but it’s Jungkook and you’ve long since learned he’s an enigma.

Times like now, when you creep up behind him as he continues screeching into his headset, voice cracking every now and then in that adorable way it does when he’s overwhelmed. You are no stranger to Jungkook’s apartment, having visited more times than you can count, and even dropping by and doing a little dusting while he was on tour. However, you’re surprised you can see the back of his coconut hair from the low backing of his new computer chair. He’d told you he recently threw away his big leather, super villain gaming chair because it’d started to tear, but it was a fact you hadn’t really paid much attention to.

Now, however, you’re feeling a little happy he did, because it means you can slide your palms around his shoulders in somewhat of a back hug. It’s way better than having to walk all the way in front of him, and you bite down on a grin when he mutters the softest “hi, baby.”

“Which stage are we battling on today?” You murmur, pinching the tip of his mic to twist it away. Faintly, you can hear Taehyung’s voice shout a greeting your way.

Another button smash of his remote, hands enveloping the tiny device. “Wii Fit Studio with Wario,” he replies, eyes flickering across the screen like his life depends on it. You snort.

“I thought you hated Wario,” you point out, and move with him when he jumps after being shot off the screen.

He looks at you for the first time as he waits for his character to respawn. “Changed my mind. He’s just misunderstood. Listen to my theory, babe,” he starts, and you let go of him because you have the back of a ninety year old war veteran and can only hunch over for so long. You take up a very bodyguard-esque position behind him, watching him play and gently pressing your thumbs into his shoulders. “Imagine this. You’re a kid trying to have fun and this other kid who looks exactly like you but better is somehow also cooler than you.”

You hum, letting go of his shoulders to toy with his hair. You pull it into a makeshift ponytail and giggle, not that Jungkook minds, too immersed in his game and his sudden loving Wario speech to care. “Then, you get older and this same dude is still getting all the credit for being exactly like you. On top of that, his little brother is doing the same to your little brother! I’d be so pissed.”

You let his hair drop, and then quickly brush the strands away from his face when he whines. “Uh huh. But theoretically speaking, aren’t you the Mario of your little universe?” Jungkook is silent. “If we’re going by your little story, I hardly doubt there’s another Jeon doing better than you,” you point out.

Jungkook’s Wario gets blown off the screen for the last time, and he’s left blankly staring at the screen. You poke his neck. “I don’t wish to discuss this further,” he says rather matter of factly. You laugh, shaking him and his seat. “Baby, why would you say that!” He cries.

You smile, flicking the switch on his headset before pushing it off his head. Jungkook moans again, head lolling back to glare up at you. “I finally come to terms with the fact that Mario is the true asshole, just to find out I’m Mario? Fucking absurd.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, fingers dancing down the stretched column of his neck. “Listen, no one told you to go out and create an entire deep backstory for the Mario Cinematic Universe.”

He scoffs, eyes fluttering shut as he continues basking in your soft caresses. “The MCU,” he chuckles under his breath. On screen, Taehyung is still fighting with whoever else they were playing with tonight, a little Isabelle and Dark Samus dancing across the screen.

Meanwhile, you’re still absentmindedly running your fingertips along Jungkook’s skin. For a second, you think he’s asleep by the deepening of his breaths, his body so soft and relaxed beneath your touch, but then he gets one of those weird twitches of his, and pushes his head between your breasts.

“Ah,” he sighs, eyes still shut. “Soft.”

“No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.”

The little shit snuggles closer at your words. “My favorite place in the world,” he croons, and you pinch his neck for his stupidity. “Tell me when they’re done,” he mumbles, sounding as if he’s actually gonna fall asleep.

You relent, continuing your gentle massaging of the muscles in his neck as you tune into the match on screen. You’re not exactly sure which one Taehyung is, but your gut tells you he’s probably playing as Isabelle, so you root for her. You’re weirdly into it, jumping every time a good spar happens.

By the time the match ends (literally only like 4 minutes later) and you check on your boyfriend, he’s snuggled his way between the valley of your breasts, his cute nose poking out from between. “Oh my god,” you sigh, having to take a momentary pause to collect yourself from the sight.

Jungkook giggles.

“Well. Taehyung’s done,” you inform him, and he hums though he doesn’t really seem to care about Smash anymore. His hands go slack around his remote, crawling up to dwarf yours.

He sighs, sounding so happy with himself. “Baby, you’re so soft,” he hums, and you try desperately, and you mean desperately, to ignore the sudden drop of his voice, his hands ever so gently tangling with yours.

You try to hit him with the facts, because you know where this will go if you don’t. “Well, breasts are made up of mostly fatty tissue, and lobes for producing milk,” you inform him.

Contrary to your goal, the handsome smile that envelopes his face has you fighting down the curl in your stomach. You can never win.

“You know I love when you talk anatomical to me,” he purrs, and it takes everything in you to not punch him straight in those pearly whites.

You don’t have enough time to respond, too caught up in a mental pep talk to re-evaluate what your body considered attractive. Jungkook’s corny jokes should definitely not be high on the list, but your rock hard nipples said otherwise. “So, you gonna let me suck on them or what?”

“I hate you,” you groan, reaching over to completely unplug Jungkook’s headset because you were absolutely terrified of creating an accidental porno with your celebrity boyfriend.

Jungkook chuckles. “No you don’t,” he teased, finally wiggling his way away from you to whirl his seat around. “Could feel your nip nops pressing into my forehead. No bra today? She’s bold.”

“She’s bold and embarrassed that her boyfriend calls them nip nops,” you sigh, climbing into his lap. His remote presses hard against your thigh, and you yelp before he tugs it out and throws it on the desk behind him. Vaguely, you register the screen lighting up behind Jungkook, but then he’s nudging your shirt upwards.

He’s barely brushed his hands against you, but you’re already shivering and squirming in his lap. “Relax for me, baby,” he assures you, a new depth slowly creeping around his words. “Gonna take care of you, alright?”

You nod, breath already caught in your throat just from the way he looks at you. He flashes you another smile, bunny teeth slightly pressed against his lower lip, before he’s pushing your shirt above your chest, and marveling at your boobs.

You don’t miss the way his gaze becomes glossy, eyes hyper focused on the rise and fall of your chest. Just as you’re about to urge him to do something, he’s reaching up to brush his thumb around your nipple. “Oh,” you blurt out, the skin around your nipple rising with goosebumps.

Jungkook lets out a soft huff of air at your reaction. “So sensitive. Bet I could make you come just by touching your tits, baby.”

You scoff, choking back another sound when he does the same to the other nipple. “I wanna say I doubt it, but I feel like you’ll prove me wrong,” you retort.

At this, Jungkook smirks. “Oh, so now it’s an expectation?” He smiles, and it’s the last angelic side of him you see before he’s ducking down and latching his supple lips around your breast.

Immediately, your back arches forward, hands scrambling to grip onto his shoulders as he licks across your breast. “J-Jeon, wait—“ you cry, body shaking at the way his tongue dances around your nipple.

Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, tugging and twisting it as he flicks his tongue back and forth, knocking it against the hard pebble. You moan, and almost choke when he pulls away with a lewd pop.

His lips are glossy from his own saliva, red from the friction. He’s looking at your glistening breast like a starved man, thumb returning to glide over his own messy artwork. “So pretty,” he hums, Puckering his lips to blow a soft tuft of air against it. You shiver. “Aren’t you the softest little thing,” he says, one hand falling to your waist and gently easing you closer to his crotch. His sweatpants do nothing to conceal how he’s feeling.

You hate to admit how your insides had turned into a Fruit Gusher the second he started sucking on your boob, and now that you think of, you'd be absolutely embarrassed if you did come from just this.

As if sensing your inner turmoil, Jungkook meets your gaze. “I fucking knew it,” he says, slightly out of breath. You furrow your eyebrows, to which he pointedly raises his and gestures to his crotch. “You started pressing down so hard on me the second I got my mouth on you,” he brags, and as if to punctuate his statement, grinds his hips upward into you. “Did sucking your titty make you that wet, doll?”

Your cheeks flush at his words. Belatedly, you nod, your eyes falling to his lips that quirk up into a smile. “Oh, you’re just so desperate to be touched, aren’t you?” He continues, and then reaches up to pinch your nipple between two rough fingers.

You gasp, body arching into him. The pain is new, but definitely welcomed. “Yes,” you cry out, hand reaching out to grapple around his wrist. Though you try to tug it away, it feels disgustingly good and you know he knows, which is why he gives it a slight tug.

Finally, when he lets go of you, he doesn’t hesitate to lower himself down by your other, ignored breast. “I wanna see you cream your shorts, okay? So I’m gonna suck your other titty until you’re near tears, baby,” he states, before giving you a soft push of his hips.

“Please, be gentle,” you choke out, words stuck the moment he wraps his lips around you. This time, he’s ruthless with his tongue. He traces it all over, tonguing your nipple like a lollipop. It feels nice, the wet caress, that you don’t see that bite coming at all. You moan, body unconsciously pushing away from him in surprise.

“Nuh uh,” Jungkook tuts, strong arms wrapping around your lower back to bring you back into his embraces. This closer position has your core pressing down directly over his dick, and the sudden double stimulation has your vision momentarily going white. “Gonna give you a pretty little bite right under your tit, doll,” he announces, and in a scary act of trust, presses his fingers into your spine until you’re staring at the ceiling, the only thing supporting you his strong arms. He nudged your breast with his nose until he finds the perfect spot to place his impromptu hickey.

It’s right against the bottom curve, where your skin folds over, that he settles on. “Need you to to sit nice and still for me. You can do that, right baby?” Jungkook says, big doe eyes looking up at you. You nod your head quickly.

His teeth are cold, unlike the rest of his mouth. “Jungkook!” You moan, toes curling and thighs attempting to clamp shit. They hit the outside of the chair instead, slightly squeezing around his thin waist. “You’re s-so good to me,” you wail, pushing down into his covered cock for friction.

As much as you wanted to act like this wouldn’t affect you, your body is no liar. Fingers tangled in his long curls, you find yourself gently rutting against him. Much to your surprise, this makes him break away, a thin bridge of saliva connecting his mouth to your chest. You mourn when it finally breaks.

“Told you to stay still, doll,” Jungkook warns, one set of long fingers sprawling on the small of your back as the other reaches up. “You had all the time in the world to work yourself on me, but you wanna choose now?” He gently reprimands you, twisting your nipple between two pinched fingers. You mewl. “Promise you’ll be good?”

“I can’t,” you whine, desperation seeping into your voice as your traitorous hips jolt forward again. You nearly fall onto him when a particular nudge of his cock over your core feels just right. “Want your cock so bad,” you wail, throwing all hesitation out the window as you begin full on humping yourself against his crotch.

Jungkook sighs, trying to act annoyed with you but the twitch of his cock beneath you cannot lie. “Well I’m not done having fun with you,” he says, though the way his words are tinged with complaints, you can tell he’s trying hard not to pout. Nonetheless, he latches his mouth around your breast again, and you nearly faint when he rolls your nipple between his teeth.

“Jeon,” you cry, looking down with probably the world’s worst quadruple chin only to catch him absolutely savoring your titty. He’s got his eyes closed, pink tongue licking across every inch he can get. His arms are wrapped around the smallest part of your waist like he can’t possibly fathom letting you go. When he moans, a whole new found wetness coats your walls. You choke on a sob, “I-I love you, Jungkook.”

You can feel a smirk pressed around your breast. It’s this moment when Jungkook finally gives up on his little quest to tame you, hips bucking up to meet your offbeat grinds against him. He pulls off your breast with another wet pop, though he’s slightly lower than you from how consumed he was when sucking you tits. He has to make a little effort to stretch his neck up to look at you, and even then it’s over the top of his nose that he gazes at you.

His lips pucker slightly, and the next time you grind down onto him has them brushing against your lower lip. “That’s it,” he croons, admiring the different expressions that contort your face as you become closer and closer to your orgasm. “Come all over your pretty panties for me, baby,” he encourages, sucking your lower lip between his.

His mouth had been so dangerous to you today, licking and sucking in all the right spots, but nothing has ever felt as right as having it on yours. “I-I’m sorry,” you whimper, fingers knitting themselves in his hair.

“Don’t be,” he comforts, gripping your hips and swiveling you in a circular motion. “Next time you’ll do better, won’t you?”

You nod, head bouncing like a bobble head. He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your thighs twitch. “I was gone for so long,” he rambles, hips picking up their pace the second he hears your breath hitch in your throat. “Didn’t think you’d become so sensitive and needy.”

A faint smile passes through your lips, and your toes curl and your belly tightens in that delicious way it does right before orgasm. Another grind against Jungkook, and he sighs “I love you,” as you cream your pants like a dweeby high schooler being touched for the first time.

Jungkook’s gentle movements halt the moment he sees that orgasmic face overtake you, pressing soft smooches all over the bottom half of your face, peppering your lips with them, until your fingers finally loosen in his hair.

“Fuck, I’m embarrassed,” you huff out, feeling gross and sticky in all the worst spots. Jungkook chuckles, and you can still feel his hard cock nudging the insides of your thighs.

“Nah,” he says. “It’ll make it easier for me to slide in.”

Even in your post orgasmic state, his words have a brand new coil of heat revving up. God, you were whipped for him. “Bed?” You ask, and he nods as you clamber off his lap, tugging down your shirt.

Immediately, he whirls around and catches sight of his abandon Smash game. “Huh.” He says, and you already feel the distraction staple itself into his mind. “Have you ever noticed how Dark Pit—“

You cut him off, gliding your hands around his neck and slowly craning it back until you can give him a tiny Spider-Man kiss. “If you make me cum a second time I promise I’ll listen to whatever theory you have about him,” you purr, punctuating your words with a tiny smooch.

The screen is off in record time.

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endless-whump · 4 years

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S/O: Allowed to Love

CW: suicidal behavior, attempt to initiate spice as a trauma reaction by noncon survivor, self blaming, panic attack, box boy universe/conditioning, self harming panic/stim behavior

Masterlist

Takes place shortly after A Gamble, where Oliver attempts suicide

Simon had caught him trying to rip his bandages off. He wasn’t sure how it turned into a fight, but somehow Oliver ended up rocking back and forth, begging incoherently as Simon hurriedly tried to talk him down. His mind hurt, it felt blank but at the same time so loud, thoughts clashing in an endless spiral that hurt and hurt and hurt

Why does it hurt so fucking BAD

Oliver tugged at his hair, eyes squeezed shut as he sat, curled up on the couch. Everything hurt and it wouldn’t stop and it never stops.

“Please stop that, Oliver, come on-” He just jerked away when hands tried grabbing at his wrists, almost violent in his attempts to get away from the touch. He didn’t want it, he didn’t deserve it. He just wanted it all to end and Simon stopped him. He didn’t deserve to be helped. He just wanted to die.

“I don’t WANT you to touch me!” Oliver snapped, ignoring the way Simon flinched back at the tone. He ignored it all, scrambling off the couch in a rage of pure anguish he couldn’t seem to control. “I don’t want you to ever fucking touch me again!”

He knew as soon as the words were out of his mouth that he’d made a mistake. The hurt on Simon's face was immediate, lips pressed together in a thin line as his eyes watered. He rarely ever saw Simon cry, and he didn’t want to now. He’d gone too far, was too blind in his own need to push Simon away.

“I, um-” Simon started to stand, hands lowering. “I’m sorry...I won’t. I can leave, if you want.”

“No, no Simon please I didn’t mean it, please-” He was already getting up, he was leaving and he was angry and he fucked everything up and he needed to fix this, no no no-

He could fix this, he could diffuse this.

Oliver grabbed Simon's shirt, pulling himself close and pushing him back down onto the couch. He barely thought as he straddled the other, his lips crashing into Simons in a desperate attempt to fix this. It ignited a heat in his stomach he’d never felt before, not even with the person he was trained to love and crave. He was pushed away, the kiss breaking just enough for Simon to protest. He looked surprised, brows furrowed in concern and hurt. He was crying and Oliver needed to fix that, he could make it go away. He was always able to make it go away with Cedric.

“Hey..come on, Oliver, you know I can’t-”

“I’ll be good,” Oliver breathed frantically, slipping his hands under Simon's shirt. He could be good, he could make things right again. This was all his fault, everything was crumbling and he was scrambling to piece it back together. He could be so so good and that would fix this, right? This would show Simon that he still wanted him. He nuzzled against Simon's neck with a soft kiss as he moved with skill to unbutton the top button of his jeans, moving with a trained purpose he’d never used for anyone except Cedric.

“Oliver, get off.”

His wrists were grabbed, almost harshly, in an attempt to remove them from his jeans. Oliver ignored the spark of pain in his bandaged arms it ignited, jerking his hands away to shake Simon off and grabbing his waistband again, rolling his hips and pulling him closer.

“Oliver- Oliver I said STOP.”

He was stunned as he hit the floor hard, shoved off Simon with an aggressiveness so rarely directed at him. He was breathing hard, shaking as he stared up at the other as he scrambled off the couch, almost rushing to help Oliver before stopping himself and stepped back.

“I’m..I’m so sorry Oliver, I can’t- I’m sorry.” Simon looked scared, so unsure of himself in a guilt he seemed to be drowning in, judging by his expression. There were tears running down his face, his hands shaking as he held them up, almost defensively.

“I..I can’t.”

And then he was gone. Hurried out of the living room, the door slamming shut behind him and leaving Oliver completely alone.

He just broke the only true connection he ever had with a person, let him walk right out the door. He was gone. The one person he ever loved was gone.

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“He’s gone,” Oliver said quietly, eyes dull. He held his arms out for Marie, unresisting as she turned his wrists over to inspect them carefully. The stitches had come undone, nothing serious. Just some bleeding.

You could just barely see the bruised imprints of fingers starting to form on his forearms where Simon had grabbed him in surprise, a reminder of just how much strength Simon usually withheld when handling Oliver.

“He’ll come back,” She reassured calmly, watching his demeanor carefully. Simon relied on Oliver more than what was visible on the surface, he’d be back. She saw the way Simon woke up from nightmares, holding Oliver tight to reassure himself, seeming to calm down from just that feeling alone. How he melted right into touch when Oliver offered it, small fingers shily tracing along his skin when he didn’t think Simon would notice. How much Oliver’s extensive efforts and fixation on making food as a way of showing love got to him. How he listened to Simon ramble or read out loud for hours, the older boy able to get extremely talkative with his bonded when given the chance, a stark comparison to his usual, closed off self.

Everything from the late nights spent talking and playing board games to the way Oliver, even with his impaired memory, seemed to remember every little detail of Simon's favorites and hatreds showed a deep commitment he had to Simon that went beyond a need for protection. The damn kid was too nervous to speak up about being allergic to shellfish when Mia gave it to him, only stopped from eating it by Simons frantic intervention, and yet he didn’t hesitate to stop and point out when someone made Simons coffee with regular white sugar. He preferred coconut sugar, apparently.

He gave Simon love in a lot of very quiet ways, but Marie quickly learned to notice it. He gave everything he had to Simon, even if it didn’t seem like he had much. They balanced each other out, in an odd way.

“You love him.” She said softly. She started to wrap Oliver’s arms gently, winding the soft bandaging around again and again as she watched him, trying to gage his reactions.

“Of,Of course I do, I-”

“No, Oliver.”

Oliver froze, glancing up at her. She was giving him a soft, knowing look, resting a hand on his.

“You love him, and you’re pushing him away because you don’t think you deserve him. You think of yourself as just a dependent. I know you just think you’re a burden to him, someone he needs to protect, but you’re more than that.”

Oliver didn’t know what to say. He looked down at his hands, trembling. The room was still as he squeezed his eyes shut, taking a shuddering breath.

“Yea. I um...I do love him.” He dropped his head into his hands, hands running through his hair and grabbing lightly. “I love him, and I don’t..I don’t know what to do about it.”

The clock on the wall ticked loudly, Oliver’s breaths feeling loud in the otherwise quiet room. None of this mattered now because Simon was gone, and he took a piece of Oliver with him.

“Oliver..it's ok to love him. You know that, right?”

The silence that stretched between them was answer enough.

“You’re allowed to-”

“No I’m not.” Oliver cut in, voice tight. He looked like he was in pain, staring at the floor with a fierce intensity, brows furrowed. “I’m not allowed to because...because that isn’t fair to him. I love him because that’s w,what I was trained to do, what we were trained to do. It's, It's not fair for me to trap him in that.”

Marie considered him for a moment, pressing her lips together and taking a deep breath through her nose. She wasn’t ever bonded but..she knew what it felt like to be forced to rely on someone. All the rescues did, in some way. Some didn’t even realize it.

“Were you trained to love him, Oliver?”

The boy blinked, finally looking up to meet her eyes. He looked stunned at the question. “Were you trained to love Simon?” She repeated. He licked his lips, gaze drifting over her shoulder as if he was zoning out before returning, expression conflicted.

“I guess..um..no. I wasn’t.”

“Ok then. What were you trained to do with Simon?”

It felt like a trick question. Oliver leaned back a bit, fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt as he thought carefully, gaze drifting to his hands.

“I, um, I was trained to trust him. Blindly. And to always listen to him. That he was safe.”

“Ok, and do you? Trust him blindly, always listen to him?”

Oliver shifted uncomfortably, feeling anxious. He wanted to stop, he didn't want to answer these anymore.

“I’m gonna go ahead and answer that for you. No. You ran away from him when he hurt you, when he scared you. You didn’t listen to him when he told you to stop hurting yourself, when you were trying to escape. Oh- and you flat out told him no and hid for an hour when he tried giving you Nyquil.” Marie sighed, rubbing idly at the joint of her thumb. “I know some of those circumstances weren’t healthy, but you know what? The fact that you were able to say no to him is good. You trust Simon but not blindly, not anymore. You love Simon, and not because of anything they put in your brain. You weren’t trained to love him, remember? You might have been forced to trust and obey him, but they never made you love him. Who were you trained to love, Oliver?”

There was a beat of silence before he answered, voice cracking with emotion

“Mr Cedric.”

“And do you love him?”

Another beat, this time carrying a quiet weight of realization.

“No.”

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