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pankowcrumbs · 2 months ago

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The Perfect Height X Will Poulter

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If one more person pointed out our height difference, I was going to hex them with my shoe.

“Blimey, you two look like father and daughter walking around together,” someone had said just yesterday, followed by a snort of laughter and a slap on the back for Will like he was meant to find it hilarious.

He didn’t laugh.

I, on the other hand, did my best not to shrivel up on the spot.

It was one thing to be short I’d accepted that a long time ago. At five foot nothing, I couldn’t even reach the top shelf in my own kitchen without standing on a chair. But dating Will Poulter? At six foot bloody three?

It was like starring in a comedy sketch I hadn’t signed up for.

People stared. People commented. People joked.

And Will? Will just smiled and reached down for my hand like it didn’t matter at all.

Today, we were at his flat. Cosy, warm, and filled with the smell of coffee and fresh laundry. He’d made us a late breakfast and we’d spent the better part of the morning curled up on his massive sofa him with his legs half off the end, me basically curled in a ball beside him.

Still, it niggled at me.

Always did.

I was quiet, scrolling aimlessly through my phone, curled into the corner of the sofa with my feet tucked under a blanket.

Will was lounging, long limbs everywhere, with a mug in hand and a faint crease between his brows as he read something on his Ipad.

He noticed my silence after a while he always did.

“Alright, shortcake?” he asked, glancing over.

I scrunched my nose. “Don’t call me that.”

“What, shortcake? It’s affectionate.”

“It’s cheeky.”

“It’s accurate,” he replied with a grin. “Besides, it’s either that or ‘pocket-sized menace.’”

I huffed. “You’re not helping.”

Will frowned and set the tablet down. “Hey,” he said gently, shifting to face me, “you’ve been quiet all morning. What’s going on in that tiny, adorable brain of yours?”

I stared at the edge of the blanket, fingers twisting the fabric. “D’you ever think… we look silly together?”

He blinked. “What?”

“I mean, I look like I’m dating a lamppost.”

He laughed a quick burst of surprised sound but stopped immediately when he saw my face.

“You’re serious?”

I shrugged. “People talk.”

“People always talk,” he said, voice softening. “Let me guess… someone made a joke again?”

I nodded.

Will reached out, brushing his fingers over mine.

“Y/N… do you honestly think I give a fuck what anyone says about our height difference?”

“No, but… I do.”

There. I said it.

I looked away, embarrassed. “It just makes me feel… like a child next to you. And I’m always looking up and you’re always bending down and it’s like I have to take three steps to your one”

“Alright, alright,” he said, laughing, “you’ve made your point.”

“I just don’t want people to think you’re dating down like, not just physically, but like…” I trailed off, suddenly unable to meet his eyes.

“Y/N.”

I finally looked at him.

He set his mug down and shifted closer. His eyes warm, soft, and impossibly kind locked onto mine.

“I love that you’re small.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“For starters,” he said, holding up a finger, “you fit perfectly against me when we cuddle.”

He moved closer, sliding an arm around my waist and pulling me gently toward him.

“You’re the ideal height for head kisses,” he continued, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. “Which, by the way, are my favourite.”

I felt my cheeks warm.

“You make me feel like a proper protector,” he added, fingers drawing slow, soothing patterns on my arm. “Every time you ask me to get something off a shelf, I get to feel like your knight in shining armour.”

I let out a reluctant laugh.

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“And, let’s be honest,” he added with a mischievous grin, “you’re the perfect height for...”

“Don’t even say it,” I warned, already blushing.

He smirked. “...hugs.”

I swatted his arm. “You were not going to say hugs.”

“Was too.”

“Liar.”

“Alright,” he admitted, chuckling. “Maybe not just hugs.”

I smacked his shoulder again, laughing despite myself.

But he could tell I wasn’t quite convinced. Not really. Not deep down.

He sighed softly and shifted, reaching for me.

“Come here,” he said gently, tugging me fully into his lap.

I resisted for about half a second before letting him pull me in. His arms wrapped around me securely, like I was the most precious thing he’d ever held.

I tucked my legs to the side and rested one hand on his chest.

His heart was steady beneath my palm.

“You’re the perfect size for me,” he said quietly, his voice all warmth and sincerity. “Not just physically. You fit into my life like you were meant to be there. You balance me out. You challenge me. You make me laugh.”

He looked down at me, his gaze steady and certain.

“I don’t care if people think we look mismatched. I don’t care if we get stopped in the street or asked stupid questions or stared at like we’re a novelty. All I care about is you. You, sitting here, in my arms, where you belong.”

I felt a lump rise in my throat.

“You’re not too short. And I love you exactly as you are.”

My eyes welled slightly, but I blinked quickly, not wanting to cry on his shirt.

“You mean that?” I asked softly.

“Every word.”

I buried my face in his neck for a moment, inhaling the comforting scent of his skin warm, familiar, safe.

“I love you,” I whispered.

He smiled against my hair. “I love you too"

“Also,” he added with a teasing glint in his eye, “think of how great our future kids will be.”

I blinked. “Kids?”

“Hypothetically,” he said quickly. “Just saying. You and me? One of us is fun-sized, the other’s basically a tree. We’d have perfectly average-sized offspring. Statistically speaking.”

I laughed. “Perfectly average-sized offspring? That’s your pitch?”

“Think of the balance,” he said earnestly. “They’ll fit on rollercoasters and in overhead lockers.”

“Oh my God.”

“They’ll have my reach and your sass. My eyebrows, your eyes. My patience, your charm.”

I looked at him, completely and utterly undone.

“How do you do that?” I asked.

“Do what?”

“Make me forget to hate myself for five bloody minutes.”

He cupped my face in both hands. “Because you’ve got nothing to hate. And one day, I’ll help you believe that for good.”

I closed my eyes, leaned into his touch, and breathed.

Maybe people would always talk.

Maybe strangers would keep pointing and commenting and acting like our love had to be balanced by inches and not hearts.

But I had Will.

Will, with his ridiculous height and even more ridiculous kindness. Will, who kissed my forehead and reached for shelves and pulled me into his lap like I was made for him.

And maybe I was.

#fanfiction #reader #x reader #one shot #requested #will poulter imagine #will poulter one shot #will poulter fanfic #will poulter x reader #will poulter #will #poulter

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strawberrystepmom · 2 years ago

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safety first

pairing: fake osha inspector!jiraiya x restaurant manager f!reader

word count: 2.2k

about: when an inspector unexpectedly comes to your restaurant, you figure out how to get yourself out of trouble.

contents: NSFW - MDNI. reader is referred to with feminine terms and has breasts and a vagina. piv sex, unprotected sex, partially clothed sex, walk in freezer sex, dirty talk, dubcon (just to be safe bc she is fucking him to get out of “trouble” lmao)

notes: this is a repost from my old blog. for my non americans: osha stands for occupational safety and health administration. they come and make sure businesses are meeting safety standards for their employees.

my meager contribution to @bastardblvd's collab. i love this old man and would love for him to stir me up with that hug- *gunshot* okay love you thanks for reading stay sexy!!!!

divider is thanks to @/cafekitsune

“Uh, we have a problem."

You wish the mere sound of that word, problem, didn’t make your skin crawl but between shifts while you prepare for what will almost definitely be a busy Friday night dinner service, it’s the last thing you want to hear. The word is even more unpleasant to hear from your very anxious looking hostess who should be manning her station at the front of your restaurant.

Turning to look at her, you quirk a brow and she visibly shrinks as she approaches you.

“OSHA is here,” she mutters barely louder than a whisper. You blink. Once, twice. Your lips twist into a concerned frown, a crease forming between your brow as you look at her.

“Excuse me?”

OSHA is here…right now. In your restaurant. Looking for violations of safety rules right before a busy dinner service. Your mind quickly runs through various scenarios that could have prompted the visit - did someone file a complaint? Was there an injury? Panic rises and you instinctively look down at your feet to make sure you wore your non-slip shoes today, a large shadow entering your periphery from behind the young woman standing in front of you.

“Are you the manager of this establishment?”

The voice of the unfamiliar man booms and you look up, eyes widening as you take him in. He’s big - significantly larger than any man you’ve ever seen and his visage isn’t one you’d usually assign to the inspectors that have come in the past. The sight of him is intimidating enough and then your eye travels to the ID tag clipped on his belt loop, the glint of the plastic protector making you gulp.

“Yeah, I am,” you nod and swallow again, straightening your posture as you feel him look over you and zero in on your shoes. A breath sticks in your lungs as he flicks his eyes back up toward your face and thrusts his hand in your direction to shake. “Great, my name’s Jiraiya and I’ll be inspecting the premises for any violations today.”

Nervously, your hostess shifts where she stands and you nod your head to give her silent permission to leave. She casts you a glance before scurrying away, leaving you alone with the man in front of you. Thoughts run through your head of how you can best distract him, uncertain of how the condition of your own kitchen stands at this point in time.

“Can I ask what prompted your visit?”

Jiraiya looks down at you and you meet his curious glance with a flat stare of your own, mouth in a line. In a futile attempt to seem more intimidating, you fold your arms over your chest and you make a note of the way the corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk while he watches you. He hums, folding his arms over his own broad chest.

“Well,” he starts, voice deep and rich. “We don’t have to notify you prior to arriving and here I am.”

Your mouth rises in a tight smile and you nod once, tipping your head and blinking at him indignantly.

"On what basis are you here?" He shrugs, arms staying in place over his chest. Nothing about this situation seems normal but you suppose it could be his first day on the job or maybe you missed something - this is the start of the busiest time of year and you hardly have time to keep track of the most important things much less minor safety issues.

"I just go where they tell me, ma'am."

Another nod, another curt smile and you unfold your arms and slap your hands against your thighs.

"Well, tell me what you need to see and I'll show you there." Jiraiya turns his back and you roll your eyes, his voice very audible over the hustle and bustle of the restaurant. “To the kitchen then!”

You watch as your staff stiffens at the sight of him, everyone looking down at their shoes in the same fashion you did to ensure OSHA safety standards are being met in the footwear department. His purpose in being here certainly isn’t about shoes, you feel and you follow him silently into the kitchen and back toward the stock room.

Watching as he inspects every shelf, pulling our cans and searching behind them, you begin to grow impatient. He still hasn’t given you his reason for being here and it feels as if he’s wasting time getting to the point. Just as you decide to speak up, he clears his throat and tips his head in the direction of the freezers.

“Haveta’ check in there next.”

A defeated sigh escapes you and you unceremoniously fan a hand in the direction of the heavy doors that separate the walk in from the rest of the kitchen. He looks behind him to make sure you’re following and he opens the door with a grin, pretending to shiver.

You roll your eyes.

“Tough crowd.”

His words are aimed at no one in particular but you follow him into the small space and watch as he does the same inspection of each shelf he performed in the store room. The scrape of heavy boxes against metal shelves makes you shiver and he tosses an apologetic frown in your direction.

“Sorry about all this.” For a moment you soften toward the large man, your eyes dancing across his broad frame. A thought flickers in your mind, the small flame of a potentially bad idea, but you try your luck and walk into the freezer alongside him and shut the door behind you. The proximity forces your shoulder to brush against his bicep and he glances down at you with a knowing smile.

“What can I do to pass this little inspection?”

The words drip from your mouth like sweet honey and Jiraiya smirks, chuckling before wrapping a hand around your hip and pulling you to his side. Heat rushes to your face as you look up at him, standing literal head and shoulders above you, and you feel embarrassed at the way you squirm and press your thighs together.

“We can make all of this go away real quick if you wanna.”

Breathlessly, you let him press the front of you against the cold shelves of the freezer. The boxes and bags that line the shelves rattle with the force and you moan as he leans against your ass, his bulge resting on your lower back. His breath against the shell of your ear and the heat of your own weeping cunt are the warmest things in the freezer.

Jiraiya cups your clothed breast, big hands palming you hungrily as he rubs his clothed clock against your lower back and moves his hands just enough that he can manipulate your body enough that your back is arched. Sliding one hand from your breast to your chin, he cups it and forces you to look up at him.

“Smile, sweetheart.” He pants the words through gritted teeth, a soft moan escaping you as you notice the determined look on his eyes. “I’m about to take real good care of you.”

All you can do is nod as you stare up at him, the hand not gripping your face reaching for the waistband of your black slacks and pulling them down in one motion, the fabric bunching halfway down your thighs. Looking down at the curve of your ass pressed against him, he hisses and chuckles lowly. A hand caresses one of your plush cheeks before giving it a little smack, the jiggle making him rub against you once more simply to feel relief.

“No panties?” He remarks, his large hand sliding across your cheeks again to pull them apart with his thumb and index finger. Whistling lowly, he lets go of your face and you continue looking up at him, entranced by the sight of this older man inspecting your body. “What kind of luck am I having today?”

The hand makes its way between your thighs and you feel his index finger find your slit, the digit running through your soaked and silky folds. This time it’s you pressing against him and spreading your feet just a bit wider to give him more access to you. Never one to miss out on the feel of a sweet leaking cunt beneath his fingers, he swirls the tip around your clit before sliding down further and inserting just the tip inside of you.

“You like that?”

You nod, humming affirmatively as he slides his finger through your folds again. Another arrogant smirk crosses his features as he buries his finger to the knuckle without warning you, the slick heat of you sucking him in with little resistance despite how thick his fingers are. He works one finger in and out of you briefly before adding a second, the stretch of two of them so delicious your eyes roll back in your head.

“Oh fuck,” he mutters and you feel a hand slide toward your lower belly so he can press you against him until there is no space left between your bodies. The deep pants coming from him make you squirm and he moves his hand again with the unspoken expectation that you keep your position exactly as it is. You do and your reward comes in the form of small, dizzying circles being rubbed around your clit with his fingers.

“Jiraiya…” the high pitched whine leaving your mouth would embarrass you in any other situation but your mind is numb with the cold of the freezer. He continues to rub diligent circles that are driving you crazy and you finally cum with a moan, clenching around his fingers so hard he has to keep them inside of you until you have relaxed enough to let him go. He pulls his fingers from you and places them in front of your face, your tongue darting out of your mouth immediately to suck them clean.

A chuckle rumbles in his chest as you hear the unfastening of a belt from behind you, the jingle of the buckle sending a rush of heat to your still spasming cunt. The cloth covered bulge slowly reveals itself against your back and you gasp feeling the girth. He backs away from you slightly, pushing between your shoulder blades so that you are bent at the waist and you look down to see him tapping the fat head of his very impressively sized cock against your sticky folds.

"Look at you," he coos and you arch your back further. He responds by slipping his head inside of you, a gasp all you can manage as you stretch around just the tip. This man is more than you've ever taken in your life and he can tell by the way your thighs visibly shake. His hands find your hips and anchor you in place as a slow, deep, experimental thrust quickly becomes one deep, hard thrust that makes a clap sound through the entire freezer.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you chant as you look over his shouder. His long hair flies around his shoulders wildly and his jaw is tense, eyes focused on where your bodies are joined. The sounds coming from your messy pussy are obscene but neither of you seem to mind as his thrusts begin coming harder and harder.

Time is of the essence when you're fucking in a walk in freezer, after all, and he doesn't want to waste any.

If you weren't being so thoroughly fucked, you'd worry they can hear what's happening inside the freezer on the outside. You are simply too engrossed in the way every vein of his cock rubs against your walls to even care. Your jaw slackens as he slaps your ass again and he taunts you from above, on the edge of stuffing you full.

"You fit me so well sweet thing," he grunts, tipping his head back as he holds your hips in place and thrusts shallowly. He brushes against your walls just right and you squeal, head thrown back and face toward the ceiling as you clench and cream around his cock.

Panting, he thrusts one more time and stays nestled deeply inside of you to cum. You didn't ask him not to and you aren't complaining now, struggling to catch your breath in the cold freezer.

Realizing what you've done, you scramble to get away from him with widened eyes, his cum dripping out of you and into the seat of your slacks as you pull them back up over your thighs. He smirks at the sight, your sweet, soft skin marked with a red palm print.

"Are we good?" You ask, still panting and he nods, wrapping his fist around his cock and squeezing it once before wiping his hand on his shirt and pulling his pants back up. Despite the situation, you smile up at him and your gaze is softer than it has been during the entire interaction. He clicks his tongue and situates his belt buckle square above the button of his pants.

"Everything checks out here," his voice booms as you reach for the door to open it, two of your servers standing across from the freezer looking pale and concerned.

"Hi guys, he's just leaving." They nod and one of them reaches out, grabbing your shoulder and leaning toward you.

"Hey, OSHA's here..." they start and you furrow your brow, looking at the man departing through the busy kitchen. "Yeah, he's right there."

You point at Jiraiya and your server shakes their head, passing a paper in your direction listing the complaint of cleaning products being stored incorrectly. Peeking around the server, you gasp at the sight of a man in a safety vest standing at the kitchen door while Jiraiya is nowhere to be found.

"God damn it."

You grab the paper and fight the urge to crumple it in your fist, shaking as you head toward the kitchen door. The man standing at the door eyes you cautiously and you look around his shoulder to see if you can still see the man whose cum is currently dripping out of you.

"Uh, hey. I'm Asuma and I'm here to perform an inspection as a result of a complaint."

You nod, a tight smile on your face as you move out of the way and allow him into the kitchen.

#jiraiya x reader #kendall writes #slimeball alley on bastard blvd #slimeball collab

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shmilestprower · 1 year ago

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Hello Guest: Sometimes Conversation Is A Raven Nest

Part of my Hello Neighbor story, we learn more about the Guest in this headcanon and the story.

Mr. Peterson glared at the creature in front of him, not in the slightest bit. Did he like it, Peterson was a 50 year old man with a well trimmed mustache, always curled at each side. His hair was brown, but near to greying. Forming a swirl at the top, wearing a yellow shirt, with a stain on it. The stain was unspecified. Theodore had green, piercing eyes staring at the thing. He had a strong cheekbones, something his childhood self never possessed. And he had a round chin, an swirl on his chin. He had grown a stubble, as he was older.

Peterson had thick, arching eyebrows. Which gave him an intimidating appearance, and they pointed straight downwards, to his nose. His unusual head has numerous wrinkles and creases on his forehead. The mustached man also wore thick, and greasy rubber gloves. Of a black color. He wore a blue diamond patterned vest, with a argyle style. The very small part, the comprising material of his shirt was a rain-resistant material. The edges of the vest are dark blue and ridged, while the diamonds are a lighter blue. There are white dotted lines crossing the vest as part of its pattern. Theodore's pants are an orange color with darker orange stripes, and his shoes are black and white sneakers.

"Explain your actions, especially after you possessed MY son. And chased me." The black sheep of Raven Brooks asked, adjusting his collared shirt.

"Theodore, relax. I think you and I can speak, whilst we remain civil."

The creature in front of him ironically looked somewhat similar, but vastly different, beefier. Wearing a purple, dirty dark striped sweater with a red pocket on the front. The top, inside this pocket was a tissue. There was the presence of yellow stitching, around the armpit area, as if somebody created the sweater. The sweater had light red sleeves with lines on them, the sleeves were significantly dirtier than one expected. However they were incredibly dirty, one could not tell if they were red or orange. In opposite of Mr. Peterson's muscular form, and limbs. The creature had lanky limbs. Wearing, similar gloves. But shredded, the fingers resembled talons of a raven or a crow. And these gloves have dirt on him. It wore brown lined pants, with black shoes with yellow laces and soles. However, as one would expect. Because of the body shape. The entity had lankier limbs. The hood was pulled past the head, and for a face. Was a raven beak, resembling wood, but if you were stupid enough to touch the beak, it was certainly organic. The figure wore a black, hooded cloak. Held together by a circular clasp, with an eye symbol. Theo knew the symbol all too well. Forest Protectors. However as a man could not think the same way a insect could, one would wrongfully think this cloak is brown.

The Guest. The Raven Man, the mysterious urban legend of Raven Brooks. Who had existed for ages, a demonic supernatural entity. And dealmaker who had complete control over Raven Brooks. Some doubted his existence, because Raven Man, Raven Brooks. However this simply didn't deter the mind of believers or conspiracy theorists.

Beside the creature were three men, wearing black hooded figures, with hundreds of feathers attached to their cloaks. They had their hoods up, obscuring their head, and they wore white, curved beak masks. Resembling a plague doctor mask from medieval times. These figures also wore long black gloves with claws. Forest Protectors.

Peterson knew why they wore these raven like costumes. Because they worshipped The Guest, and sacrificed people to him. Representing his legend and existence through the cloaks.

"I merely gave your son an opportunity, one he should have been grateful for, an escape from that prison you hold him in." The beaked creature said. His voice was full of envy and greed, contempt. He didn't speak by words, but spoke with telepathy. As his beak didn't move. Ethereal and sadism, but with multiple voices. Of various emotions and feelings. Giving the Guest an unearthly way of speaking. The legend lacked eyes, but he could still see Theodore.

Mr. Peterson rubbed his stubble, listening to the demon speaking. Having to hear multiple voices and emotions at once was annoying, but he had the opportunity to question The Guest. "You think it was an opportunity? One you think Aaron should be grateful for, I know you. You don't play kid games. You tried linking my son to a curse."

"I thought you humans knew the meaning of sacrifice. Do you not know the meaning of "it's for the greater good?" The bird-like beast laughed. His laughter echoing in Theo's mind. The crow creature adjusted his cloak, as he stared. Eagerly waiting.

"So. What are you, trying to make me understand the weight of my actions? I'm no saint, as I have framed Nicky. I have kidnapped him, buried my own daughter in my backyard. And chase anyone I see off my property. Kept Aaron locked in the basement to protect himself from the authorities, if so. You're just making me think different things." The neighbor stared, he didn't care about The Guest. Nor did he care about the cult. The bird society and it's God was like a thorn in his side. He had mixed emotions about The Guest, he loathed him. But he also feared him.

A chuckle of multiple voices, laughing with sadism could be heard, the mustached man clenched his gloved fist. As he didn't find that funny. "Way worse. I may be enforcing and influencing someone's thoughts. But it's actually to torture, haunt and break you." Theodore stared, sternly. Holding a pitchfork at the creature. He shook with a small bit of fear, but kept his composure. Clearly determined.

"It does not matter what I was taking, if I'm lonely, because you don't appreciate it, don't deserve it, or if you love it. What matters is, those who or what is taken. Isn't destroyed, grew distant from or even died. They are gone."

"Right, like making a kid linked to your cult and possessing him is good, you're nothing without bad luck." The man said, sarcastically.

"I might be, I could be a lot of things. Small things, big things. It doesn't matter. What matters is what I'm becoming, little Theo. I'm the monster; I'm the monster that manifests when you think your God takes away your crops, I'm the monster that takes away what you don't deserve. I'm your life's betrayal." The Raven Man claimed it was life's betrayal, one of the Forest Protectors wanted to kill Peterson here and now. But the Guest held him off.

"Why not kill me anyways, instead of being a clown? And not going with your word?"

"New toys to play with. Torture, despair. DEATH! Taking what you don't deserve. As much as I wish I could take credit, your wife wasn't my work. But I did see it."

This set off the green eyed, and suspicious man. He rose from his seat, his well built frame rising up. As The Guest cawed. Peterson was increasingly frustrated.

"Do not bring up Diane into this. Or Mya. But there are kids. I have to deal with, they are trying to send me to prison again."

"Oh, you think you can negotiate with me? I give the word, and my Ravens pay a visit to your son. At a certain house. Consider your position very carefully, Theodore. Because you are not with the power."

He took in the Guest's words. Mr. Peterson didn't at all want Aaron dying by the Forest Protectors, especially after such a threat like that. But he chuckled. Which caught The Guest by surprise. "Maybe I need your help more than you do, feeding off bad luck." A laugh, with opportunity. The Guest turned to Gordon Cleave, a 6'1 blonde man with fierce brown eyes, wearing a brown suit. Cleave also had a tooth pick in his mouth and turned to the Forest Protectors.

"And just, what did I tell you about him? Bold mindset. How have you lived like that? Especially when I and a representation of your guilt attack you?! Your mind and head is mine. Alright. Deal. Help you get rid of Trinity, and Aaron is my host." The Guest referenced The Thing, the representation of Nicky's fears and Theo's guilt.

"Deal." Mr. Peterson shook hands with The Guest, as he warned the creature. Giving it a cold look.

"I will warn you, only once. This is solely a partnership and business. No emotion." The bird like creature warned him.

"I am aware."

Mr. Peterson walked out of the catacombs, and sewers. Heading back to his house. Whilst the Guest transformed into a Raven and flew off to the Forest.

#theodore peterson #mr peterson #the guest #hello neighbor #hello neighbor 2 #hello guest #hello neighbor vr spoilers

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its-lukarian · 1 year ago

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Ink! Sans

the Guardian of all Alternate Universes.

Ink is a skeleton-looking monster wearing painter's clothes, being a little shorter than its fainted variants and considered the great protector of all AUs.

Ink has black paint/ink on his right cheek. His eyes are usually a blue circle in the right eye socket and a star in the left, However, whenever he blinks, the color and shape of his eye sockets change, He dons a long-sleeved, white undershirt with a small brown jacket over it. His pants are overalls with the tops tucked into his waist. The legs are very wide at the bottom, with creases around the legs. He also has no shoes, instead, he goes barefoot with a pair of leggings.

He has a work belt crossing his chest, with rainbow paint vials (which have heart-shaped tops) on it. When Ink drinks the vials, he gets artificial emotions. On his back, he possesses his most powerful tool, an giant Inkbrush that he named Broomie.

"Let me explain how things work around here!"

He is a Sans variant created by Comyet (aka Mye Bi). He was a conceptional Sans from a conceptual AU that never got off the ground. He’s the first and only character with a true soul; yet despite his best efforts to improve and interact with the inhabitants in the AU, they never responded or showed any kind of reaction to his attempts. In a fit of despair, he destroyed his soul; accidentally causing him to stumble into the blank void. There he became an emotionless being alone in the vast space of emptiness, Becoming like the inhabitants of his old universe, but now alone.

Eventually, an ink brush along with different kinds of paint from an unknown artist fell into the blank canvas, each color imbuing him with feelings different from the last. After some time without color, though, he would revert to his emotionless self. Ink fixed this problem by filling vials with the colors that were splashed on him. It allowed him to pretend to have a soul so that he could feel it. Gradually, Ink used the colors from the creators to create the Doodle-Sphere, where his home would now be.

Eventually, he stumbles upon a portal that leads to the source code where all of the paints and colors go. It doesn't take long for him to discover their true purpose; to imprint the Creators' Emotions in the forms of Undertale Fan work (AUs, Fan arts, etc.). Seeing this he concluded that, for him to remain in this fulfilling emotional state, He have to encourage the creators to keep making and maintaining their creations so that the paint keeps flowing through the doodle-sphere itself. Thus, to keep a steady supply of emotions for him to harness, he dedicates himself to being the Muse of the Undertale Creative Community, while he protects their creations from those who wish to harm them; be it vandals or any other off-scripted out!codes, An example of a threat would be Error! Sans, maybe his greatest enemy.

"I can fight for you too!”

Ink supports all kinds of art, like painting, literature, dance, music, etc. He is very passionate about art and likes to motivate characters and creators, He is friendly and extremely witty and can hardly be put down, His memory is extremely random and he can remember things from millennia of years ago or simply forget some things that were said seconds ago, sometimes stopping mid-sentence to try and remember what he just said a few seconds before. This is why he takes notes on his scarf, in fight, he approaches enemies carefully. He will never try to attack them first, but will mostly focus on trying to discover their motives and talk them through it. Although he does come off as a jerk on first impression, he does know what to analyze to understand the issue so he can brush people the right way and hopefully have them listen. Ink in general acts wittily, optimistic and provocatively.

That is until the ink in his vials runs out..

If he ends up unwilling or wanting to let his bottles empty, he will be left without his emotions and just be someone empty, cold and cruel, without feeling any empathy and only doing what is for his own sake and objectives, And no, he doesn't mind hurting someone for that, fighting much more offensively or defensively, depending on the situation, they think he would even be a psychopath, but what do you expect from a person without emotions and souls?

"After all, there are thousands of alternative versions. Thousands of timelines in their own universes. Why even worry about a small fraction affected..?"

Ink is somewhat athletic and a martial fighter, being fast, agile, strong and skilled, as well as being extremely acrobatic and resistant, using his brush as a bat, using it to attack and thrust with the bottom of his inkbrush, which is made of sturdy wood along with his punches and kicks, His powers consist of all those of Sans but with a higher damage rate, so he can summon bones, blasters, telekinesis, blue and orange magic.. Along with his additional powers!

Ink Mimicry: Ink can manipulate the ink around him as he pleases! If you fight him, be prepared for a lot of ink in the arena!

Ink Hopping: Ink can appear everywhere in any AU of his liking from any kind of liquid. He uses them as Ink portals

Ink Bones & Others: Ink can solidify its ink to create things from it, creating bones or any other thing that, after using them, can reuse the ink from attacks for other attacks!

Ink Blasters: He can create Gaster Blasters that shoot a very hot ink that while burning the enemy, pushing him away, and can solidifies on contact.

Script reading: He can read the scripts of all of the Undertale AUs in existence, and thus knows the fate of all of its inhabitants, Of course, if the universe isn't an Undertale AU, he can't read

Ink can also use the ink on your body to transform his body into a human! He can have different colors and shapes!

And that's it! I hope you'll have fun if you want to interact with this silly boy!

Oh! And please read my RULES!

#roleplay #rp #undertale #undertale au #underverse #undertale rp #writing #SoundCloud

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Shoe Box Dimensions : The Ultimate 2025 Guide for Perfect Sizing

Shoe boxes may appear to some people as matrices, but in truth, they conceal an entire realm of art and science that facilitates the maintenance and cosmetic display of products. This treatment extensively examines the shoe box measurements, from the industry-standard sizes to those limitless options under Custom Box. Buckle your seatbelts for this in-depth adventure into shoe packaging that is guaranteed to be equally educational and inspirational for shoemaking entrepreneurs, shopkeepers, and packaging enthusiasts alike.

Essential Guide to Standard Shoe Box Dimensions

Standard shoe boxes dimensions

The general shoe box is something like 33-35 centimeters long. Some shoe brands would even sell their shoe boxes between 13 and 14 inches. A shoe box for men has some differences from that for women’s shoes.

Typical Men’s Shoe Box Dimensions

It is known that most shoe brands come in cardboard boxes. New pairs of shoes typically fit well into small shoe box stores. Men’s shoe boxes are generally 35 x 25 x 13 centimeters (14 x 10 x 5 inches) in size. However, a good shoe box should be able to allow your shoes to breathe.

Standard Women’s Shoe Box Dimensions

Standard Shoe Box Dimensions for Children

What is the typical size of kids’ shoe boxes?

Children’s shoes have a reduced size, so measure their employed shoe boxes. The common shoe boxes for kids are estimated 22 x 15 x 8 millimeters or 9 x 6 x 3 inches. This size can accommodate shoes from infant calved for just 5 months till the preschoolers of 5 years.

Measuring the growth of feet every day does not make sense. Just look for a shoe box that has different-sized sections. You get an exact fit for children’s shoes you want to sell.

Shoe Box Size Dimensions for Shipping

Shoe packaging for shipping needs proper size. Normally, shoe boxes need to be 20 percent more oversized than the shoes that you want to ship. Besides, the boxes should be 1 to 2 inches broad and 2 to 3 inches height. The box top should also cover that tongue. The sides should be big enough for the shoes to fit properly.Men’s shoe boxes for shipping measure 25.5 centimeters in width and 12.7 centimeters in height, but the women’s shoe boxes are 19 centimeters in width and 10 centimeters in height.

Example…..

Nike Shoe Box Dimensions

Sizeable departures exist in a Nike shoe box based on the kind and size of shoes being accommodated therein. Presently, a men’s Nike shoe box pretty much measures 13 x 9 x 5 inches (33 x 23 x 13 cm) in dimension.Women’s and children’s boxes will be measured a bit smaller. Sturdy boxes intended for ease of stacking, storage, and shipment even as they protect the contained shoes. For specific measurements of a Nike box customized for a given model, it is best to check the product packaging as these may also be available on the official Nike website.

Wide Toe Box Shoes : Comfort and Support for Your Feet

Footwear Protectors : Showcase and Preserve

Shoe storage boxes can be used to keep a pair of shoes safe during shipping. Such boxes also keep shoes from shifting and prevents possible scuffs and creases because they fit perfectly. Custom made shoe boxes can be really strong brand display mediums along with protective elements.

A Canvas of Identity

The characteristics speak about a box of shoes out of which a brand speaks. Just an ideal shoe box can magnetize the buyers on its design and size. Not just boxes, they narrate the story of your business. Custom Shoe boxes can define your brand’s individualism with its size, look, and material.

Art of Retail Display

Shoe box dimensions are taken very seriously by retailers. It affects the shoe shelf display. Smaller boxes may not have the appeal to a customer, while larger boxes are a waste of space in the stores. Shoe box measurements are important for retail display as this has to do with the nice balance of proportion against visual appeal.

The Rise and Value of Custom Shoe Boxes

The concept of personalisation in our world is playing a great role in customising the shoe box in providing unique branding experiences for the corporation. Custom product boxes allow you to change the sizing, designing, materials, and packing. The popularity of custom-made shoe boxes is on the rise because of many reasons

Unique Brand Identity

Customized shoe boxes create a distinction for brands amidst a cluttered space. Customization of size, color, and design elements allow one to create packaging that matches the brand image. Giving due consideration to differentiation gives a chance for a product to shine and attract an eye of a discerning customer.Furthermore, it would provide enhanced protection and fine control over dimensions for a snug fit for the shoes. Thus, this protection increases the efficiency of reducing any damages during transit, thus ensuring customer satisfaction and reducing returns.

Sustainable Packaging for Shoes Boxes

As the people around the world are getting more and more aware of the various environmental issues, sustainable alternatives will come into their own. The materials and designs used for interiors will eventually lessen impacts on the environment and attract environmentally conscious consumers.

Customisation leads you to consider eco-friendliness without affecting size and design. Custom shoe boxes provide a plethora of design creativity. You can experiment with shapes, openings, and closures, provided they comply with the specifications of your shoe type. This creativity can win brand loyalty and awe customers.

Multipurpose Packaging

Custom Panda Scientist boxes are not restricted to a particular product. This versatility is favorable for organizations that have varied product ranges, as it can host many items. The added virtues stand to lessen the amount of waste from packaging by combining goods and improving the environmental impact.

Cost-effectiveness:

Then, they save money by eliminating product-specific packaging designs. Next, one packaging solution for suitable commodities will increase saving space reservation and less storage expense. Choose custom boxes to save big.

Brand Consistency:

It is important for the identity of the brand for uniformity to be held with a product range. Custom made boxes themselves can have company logo, color, and messaging to ensure uniformity across the range of products.

Conclusion

Usually, in terms of Nike shoe box dimensions, it holds for the shoe box size to come up: what are the dimensions? These dimensions provide more than just numbers in footwear presentation and packaging; they provide space for security and presentation. While the standard dimensions serve their purpose, custom shoe and Panda Scientist boxes are becoming trendy, primarily driven by the desire for unique branding, improved security, and eco-friendly options.

The decision for a custom shoe box or panda scientist boxes should primarily depend on your brand goals and products. Commercial shoe boxes are branding tools; they define your look as well as success by combining perfectly the tale of the box with the appropriate measurements.Think of the many ways to package because of the thrill journey in which the experience can be deeply ingrained into an audience.

#3d printing #adidas #adobe #academia

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How to Care for Your Branded Shoes to Keep Them Looking New

Investing in a luxury shoes brand is more than just a fashion choice—it's a commitment to quality, craftsmanship, and timeless elegance. However, even the finest shoes require proper care to maintain their beauty and durability. Whether you own leather loafers, suede heels, or designer sneakers, following the right maintenance routine will keep them looking as good as new.

In this guide, we’ll walk you through the essential steps to care for your shoes, ensuring they stay in pristine condition for years to come.

1. Clean Your Shoes Regularly Based on Material

The first rule of shoe care is regular cleaning, but different materials require different techniques:

Leather Shoes

Wipe off dirt and dust with a soft, damp cloth.

Use a leather cleaner or mild soap to remove stains.

To keep leather supple and avoid cracking, use a leather conditioner.

Suede Shoes

Use a suede brush to gently remove dirt and scuffs.

A suede eraser works well for deeper stains.

Apply a waterproof suede protector to prevent future stains.

Patent Leather Shoes

Wipe with a microfiber cloth to maintain shine.

Use a small amount of mineral oil or petroleum jelly to restore luster.

Fabric and Knit Shoes

Spot-clean with a damp cloth and mild detergent.

Avoid soaking in water, as it can weaken the material.

2. Protect Your Shoes from Water and Stains

Prevention is better than cure! Protect your shoes with high-quality water and stain repellent. This is especially important for suede, nubuck, and fabric shoes, which are more prone to absorbing liquids.

Spray the protector evenly over the shoes and let them dry completely before wearing them. Reapply every few weeks for optimal protection.

3. Store Your Shoes Properly

Improper storage can cause your shoes to lose their shape or become damaged over time. Here's how to maintain their best health:

Use shoe trees: They help maintain the shape of your shoes and prevent creasing.

Keep them in dust bags or boxes: This prevents exposure to dust and moisture.

Store in a cool, dry place: Avoid direct sunlight, as it can fade the color and weaken materials.

4. Rotate Your Shoes

Wearing the same pair of shoes every day can cause excessive wear and reduce their lifespan. Rotating between multiple pairs allows each pair to rest and regain its shape.

This is particularly important for leather shoes, as they absorb moisture from your feet and need time to dry out properly.

5. Maintain the Soles and Heels

The soles and heels of your shoes endure the most wear, so it’s important to take care of them:

Check for worn-out soles: If the soles become too thin, get them replaced by a cobbler before they cause damage to the shoe structure.

Add sole protectors: A thin rubber sole protector can extend the life of leather soles and improve grip.

Heel caps for high heels: Replace worn-out heel tips to prevent damage and maintain stability.

6. Avoid Moisture and Humidity

Water and humidity can ruin high-end shoes, especially those made from leather or suede. If your shoes get wet:

Let them air dry naturally—never use a hairdryer, as direct heat can cause leather to crack.

Stuff them with newspaper or shoe inserts to absorb moisture and retain shape.

For long-term storage, consider using silica gel packs in your shoe boxes to absorb excess moisture.

7. Polish and Condition Leather Shoes

To keep your leather shoes looking luxurious:

Use high-quality shoe polish that matches the color of your shoes.

To keep the leather supple and avoid drying out, use a leather conditioner.

Buff the shoes with a soft cloth to achieve a perfect shine.

Regular polishing not only enhances appearance but also adds a layer of protection against dirt and scuffs.

8. Handle Your Shoes with Care

Small habits can make a big difference in keeping your shoes in excellent condition:

Always unlace your shoes before removing them to prevent stretching.

To prevent harming the heel counter, use a shoehorn when putting on your shoes.

Carry a shoe bag when traveling to protect your footwear from scratches and dirt.

9. Professional Shoe Repair and Maintenance

Even with the best care, branded shoes may require professional attention over time. Visiting a skilled cobbler can help with:

Sole and heel replacements

Stitching repairs

Leather restoration and refinishing

Investing in professional maintenance can significantly extend the life of your luxury shoes.

Final Thoughts

Owning a luxury shoes brand product is a statement of elegance and sophistication. By following these simple yet effective care tips, you can preserve the beauty, comfort, and durability of your high-end footwear.

From regular cleaning to proper storage and professional maintenance, treating your shoes with care ensures they remain a timeless part of your wardrobe. After all, great shoes don’t just complete an outfit—they elevate your entire look!

#luxury shoes brand

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Since Elon Musk can’t tell a joke to save his life, he is now trying to acquire more fame by doing things only a C-list celebrity would do to try to get back on top and be loved again. He’s going to try and beat up another techno nerd who also wants publicity to be a “good guy” again. Billionaires don’t like to be criticized by the poor, after all, so it’s time for them to beat each other up! Mark Zuckerberg, the founder of Facebook, is ready to take on Elon in an octagon cage match, where they will both put on the gloves, hike up their satin shorts, and do a little Mohammad Ali dancing in the ring, to see which computer geek is the GREATEST!! Seriously? Have you ever watched two nerds fight? Hilarious. First, they have to take out their pocket protectors and calculators and Dungeons and Dragons maps and creased photos of the high school cheerleaders who called them nerds and made fun of their Adam’s apples … and then finally, they fight. One throws a punch … and hurts his hand. Five-minute break, doctors in the corners of the ring checking the “fighters”, and lawyers are on phones waiting to sue (these are billionaire nerds, after all). Once they drink plenty of fluids so as not to get too dehydrated, check for nose bleeds and popped zits, they wobble on their oversized shoes again and trudge out into centre ring. Elon swings a punch and hits himself in the side of the head! Almost a K-O! Mark swings a hard left and it just keeps swinging and spinning until his feet leave the ground – and Mark has dropped himself to the mat beside Elon, who’s rubbing his sore ear and sniffling and thinking about building bigger and bigger rockets to take him farther away from his many Earth-bound enemies – to the moon, Alice! Both fighters are down! The ref wants to call it, but he can’t stop laughing! The audience is also laughing their asses off as Elon and Mark struggle up the ropes, pulling against their rubber legs and all that sweet laughter. They are both sweating heavily, and snot is running out of their nostrils – and Mark has just taken his inhaler! There will be a ten-minute break while bruises and scrapes are heavily bandaged to make these “warriors” look impressive to the TV cameras. Is anyone watching? Do we want this to go on? My stomach already hurts, and I’ve been farting as I laugh so I’ll take a bathroom break and come back to see if … wait, what’s this? The fight is over! No winner! No one is getting sued. Elon and Mark are both crying and their moms are on the phones pissed off and telling them to get home immediately, their dinners are getting cold – and their stock has plummeted! And there you have it, another publicity stunt gone wrong. Now if only Fox could create a show where computer billionaires fought tigers! Can’t sue a tiger, Elon and Mark. PS: the cheerleaders are still laughing at both of you looooooooosers! https://lighthousenewsnetwork.com/when-two-nerds-go-to-war-moms-get-mad-and-cheerleaders-laugh/?feed_id=13103&_unique_id=678e5bb9b348a

#Sports #comedy #elonmusk #funny #Humor #Jokes #MarkZuckerberg #Satire

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Shoe crease prevention: Hacks, myths & must-haves

There’s nothing quite like that moment when you unbox a brand-new pair of sneakers — flawless stitching, pristine soles, and most importantly, that smooth, crease-free toe box. But fast forward a few wears, and suddenly those annoying lines appear across the front. Whether you’re rocking leather classics like Air Force 1s or ultra-modern Yeezys, creases are one of the most common and frustrating signs of wear. Read our full article to know about the prevention of creases and crease defenders:

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Essential Shoe Care Tips for Prolonging the Life of Your Footwear

Keeping your shoes in top-notch condition

Keeping your shoes in top-notch condition enhances their appearance, extends their life, and maintains their comfort. Whether you’re caring for leather loafers, trendy sneakers, or elegant heels, these simple shoe care tips will ensure your footwear remains as good as new for as long as possible.

1. Clean Your Shoes Regularly

Dirt and grime can accumulate quickly, causing your shoes to wear out faster. Use a soft brush or cloth to clean them after each use. For leather shoes, wipe them with a damp cloth and apply a suitable leather cleaner. For sneakers, mild soap and water often work wonders.

Pro Tip: Avoid submerging shoes in water, as this can weaken adhesives and damage certain materials.

2. Invest in Quality Shoe Polish

Polishing leather shoes not only restores their shine but also nourishes the material, keeping it supple and preventing cracks. Use a color-matched or neutral polish, and buff with a soft cloth for the best results.

Pro Tip: Always test the polish on a small, inconspicuous area first to avoid discoloration.

3. Use a Waterproof Spray

Waterproof sprays are essential for protecting shoes from rain and snow. Apply the spray evenly across the shoe’s surface, ensuring the material stays breathable while repelling moisture.

Pro Tip: Reapply waterproofing products every few months for continued protection.

4. Store Shoes Properly

Avoid tossing shoes into a pile. Instead, store them in a cool, dry place, preferably in their original boxes or on a shoe rack. Use shoe trees for leather footwear to maintain their shape and prevent creases.

Pro Tip: Silica gel packets can help absorb moisture and keep shoes fresh during storage.

5. Rotate Your Shoes

Wearing the same pair daily can lead to faster wear and tear. Rotate your footwear to allow each pair time to air out and recover its shape.

Pro Tip: Have at least two pairs of everyday shoes to alternate between.

6. Replace Worn-Out Insoles

Insoles provide comfort and support but can wear out over time. Replace them periodically to ensure your shoes remain comfortable and odor-free.

Pro Tip: Opt for insoles with anti-odor or moisture-wicking properties for added benefits.

7. Protect Your Soles

Rubber sole protectors can extend the life of your shoes and improve grip. Consider taking new shoes to a cobbler to add a protective sole layer, especially for leather-soled footwear.

Pro Tip: Regularly inspect your soles for wear and have them replaced as needed.

8. Handle Wet Shoes with Care

If your shoes get wet, never use direct heat sources like radiators to dry them. Instead, stuff them with newspaper to absorb moisture and let them air dry naturally.

Pro Tip: Replace the newspaper periodically to speed up drying.

9. Combat Odors

Prevent unpleasant odors by using shoe deodorizers or placing baking soda inside your shoes overnight. Washing removable insoles can also help keep odors at bay.

Pro Tip: Allow shoes to air out after each use to minimize bacteria buildup.

10. Repair Minor Damages Promptly

Fixing small issues like loose stitching or worn heels early can prevent more significant damage and save you money in the long run. Most cobblers can handle these repairs efficiently.

Pro Tip: Keep a shoe repair kit at home for quick fixes.

Final Thoughts

By following these practical shoe care tips, you can enjoy your favorite pairs for years to come while saving money and reducing waste. Proper maintenance not only keeps your shoes looking great but also supports foot health by ensuring a comfortable fit.

#shoe-care #footwear-tips #shoe-cleaning #leather-shoes #sneaker-maintenance #shoe-polish #shoe-storage #waterproofing-shoes #fashion-tips #sustainable-style

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