#conical flask

[talos-stims]

throwing a penny into some nitric acid | source

[orengejoshi]

Gossip and dirty secrets

[ferretwhomst]

Forrr the blorbo bleebus thing! How about Donald, Gyro, anddd Lena! Nice little selection :]

YAYYY HI ROWYN THANKS FOR THE ASK!!! i had fun with these!!! :3

[gaylabrat]

new year new me? multiple new mes! i have been cloned

[dullahandyke]

once again thinking abt the fact that the RG gang were scientists before they were combat-trained nobodies in the org. i mean dilan and aeleus were guards and luxu n xehanort were You Know, but ienzo was like 9 and even was Literally Just A Guy who's the shield guy despite being the exact opposite of a tank because otherwise he would faint if you cast fira in the same room as him. xemnas bud i know you don't want your vessels dying on you but maybe just wrap him in bubble wrap and lock him the basement with some conical flasks to play with instead of giving him ice powers and sending him into combat scenarios

[saingning]

Conical Flasks

Material: It conforms to USP VI PETG material or Bisphenol A-free PCmaterial.Specification: 125ml, 250ml, 500ml, 1 000mlApplication: It is suitable for cell lines with high oxygen requirements.It is an economical cell culture tool that can be used to cultivate bacteria, fungi, animal and plant cells in suspension culture media,and can also be used for the preparation, mixing and storage of medium.Product Features According to c-GMP standard production, no personal contact, product great consistency.The bottle cap is using high-strength HDPE material and is designed with a PTFE hydrophobic and breathable membrane. After contact with liquid, it willnot affect the sealing and ventilation effect of the breathable membrane.The scale is clear and accurate, which is convenient for observing themedium capacity.Aseptic packaging.

[uncleclaudius]

In the Ancient Greek world aryballos (pl. aryballoi) was a small round flask containing oil or perfume. They were usually spherical or conical, but sometimes they were in animal shapes like these here: a hare, a swan, an owl, and a hedgehog, respectively.

[coleslawedcondor]

my hatchetfield theories/headcanons:

Wilber Cross can just summon green apples whenever he wants. One at a time. The next green apple can only be summoned once the previous one has been fully eaten or has rotted completely. It’s a really weird perk of the job of being close to Wiggly.

Since we know that to make a deal with the lords in black using the black book, one must give up what they desire most, then perhaps what Miss Holloway desired most was to be remembered. It’s (iirc) heavily implied that she was once a famous rock star in the 80s that has been forgotten (the one tree in Witchwood Forest that asked for her autograph, the t shirt being described as being a forgotten pop star). That, and the fact that when things go wrong she is forgotten by everyone, seems to imply she gave up being remembered for her powers.

when Pete tells people in Hatchetfield that he wants to become a chemist, they immediately shit on him. They always assume he means the Clivesdale Chemists and not the career path.

The chemists logo is a bubbling conical flask with green and yellow.

Every real tree in the witch wood forest—ALL of them—are those with a touch of the “gift” that have been killed by the hatchet men. For some reason planting new saplings doesn’t work in Hatchetfield soil, so policy makers are very wary of cutting down any trees.

General Macnamara wears a watch because of Wilbur Cross. Cross inspired him to: still, Cross wears his watch, perhaps some sliver of his consciousness won’t allow him to take it off even though he doesn’t know why.

PEIP is so secretive that no one knows about it in the U.S. government. Every U.S. President has no idea. There is no physical documents of Macnamara, Xanther Lee, or any other PEIP member’s existence because writing anything down would be a security threat.

Grace Chastity came back from abstinence camp and hung the axe on the wall as a treasured memory. Perhaps at some point during NPMD, Steph and Pete congregate at Grace’s house, during which they see the axe on the wall and are further convinced of her eccentricity.

When Pokey “put on” TGWDLM, none of the other LIB came. Musical theater was too nerdy for them.

Whenever the LIB are summoned, they take on an appearance tied to the where/when they were summoned and who is summoning them. In Holloweane they were trick or treaters. In NPMD they were dressed as high school teens.

Ted cherishes Pete the most. In another version of NPMD, Pete would turn to Ted for help, who would then be there for the summoning.

Pokey wanted Paul so bad that it did not matter for Paul to stay in character after being absorbed by the hive mind. Pokey was so overjoyed that he channeled that manic energy into Paul, puppeting him unrealistically.

[v1x-x1]

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏: 𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐬 - 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨✧

✧|| 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✧ 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ||

✧|| 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 ||

“And this potion is meant to heighten your hearing senses for about an hour. I haven’t tested it out before but I’m positive it will work.”

You nod along to Albedo’s instructions, and once he hands you the conical flask, you drink as much as he told you to prior.

You handed the glass back to him, the slightly thick liquid making its way through your body - it felt warm.

“So?”

Once he spoke, he waited, you both waited in silence. You try to hear if any long distance sounds can be heard, if anything sounds louder than it should. But it didn’t.

“Nothing.”

Albedo hums and then moves over to his work desk again, reading over his notes about this potion.

As you watch him, you feel your entire body begin to heat up.

You open your mouth to speak and you feel your throat dry up, making your voice come out a little raspy and weak. “A-albedo..”

His ears catch how off your tone is. “Are you alright?”

You shake your head as you step closer, your body becoming more and more weak, so weak in fact that Albedo holds your shoulders to help you stand up.

“It’s s-so hot..”

Continuing to hold you up, Albedo now uses one of his hands to tilt your chin up to observe your facial expression. Your eyes looked glossy and your cheeks and the tip of your nose were tinted red.

When your eyes met, you felt your heart spike like never before, and there was a weird sensation growing between your legs.

Your instincts overtook you as you practically clawed onto the fabric of his coat and you brought your face closer to his, pulling him slightly down because you struggled to stand up straight.

He didn’t even try to stop you, granted, he didn’t help you either.

He waited until you finally got your faces close enough for your lips to meet in a messy, wet kiss, and after that he finally gave in himself.

You knew exactly what was making you act this way, but knowing that didn’t help you at all.

Oh you felt like you were going to implode if you didn’t get more soon.

Even in your weak state you somehow managed to push Albedo down onto his desk, on top of all of his papers.

“Please- I need you.” You pleaded, looking directly into his eyes, silently begging him more with your hands and body.

Albedo only smiled at your state, clearly observing every single reaction and action that your body dared to show.

He then placed his hands on your body, giving you silent permission to do whatever you want with him.

Your mind grew foggier as you ripped your clothes off, they were an obstacle you needed to get off, a nuisance that made you feel suffocated and it really didn’t help with your hot body.

He helped by getting his own clothes off, feeling aroused by your state of pure lust.

Your mind was focused on one thing and you were determined to reach it quick, because you genuinely felt like you would go insane if you didn’t.

You grinded against him as you kept him trapped against the edge of his own desk - though, if he wanted to, he could easily escape.

He helped steady your body and finally positioned your hole against his tip, allowing you to clumsily ride him.

Oh God it felt good.

If you had any coherent thoughts left in your brain, they were definitely wiped away with how full Albedo made your insides. The potion he gave you definitely heightened your sensitivity.

Your moans were loud and continuous, and this got Albedo to move his own hips to hit the best places for you, to help you reach your orgasm sooner because he suspected what you must be desperately wishing for.

And so he thrusted harder, and harder, harder, harder, harder.

It was almost too much for you to bear, you honestly felt like you were going to die with the mixture of pleasure but also how sensitive you were, every small movement making your body twitch above him.

You moved your own body faster, almost naturally.

Until finally you reached your orgasm, oh your breath was so hot on Albedo’s skin and vice versa. Your moan echoed through his lab, and his own moan caught only the attention of your ears; the melody was laced with a smug chuckle.

You felt so great, but your state didn’t calm down.

“Y-you.. Knew what you were giving me d-didn’t you…?”

Albedo grinned as he tilted your head up to gaze right into his eyes. “And you’re loving it, aren’t you?”

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[spencahreadreid]

oh, dilute me, gentle angel.

this has no specifics, mostly gender neutral, no use of Y/N, pure fluff!! this is my first try at writing, so if there's anything wrong, please let me know. if there are any requests leave them in my asks! around 2.7K words!

A long day of work led to Spencer coming home tired, as usual. You'd been at the stove for a while, cooking a meal for the two of you. The door opened, and then shut softly a few seconds later, the sound of footsteps ringing through the living room.

You turned, and there he was, in the doorway. His eyes were half-lidded, hair messy and glasses askew on his face. Flicking on the kettle, you poured at least 3 dessert spoons of sugar into the bottom of his Star Trek mug, lowering the heat on the stove. With the boiling pot now simmering, you walked over, helping him strip off his purple scarf and his coat.

"I missed you all day, how was work?" He'd called you early in the morning to tell you about the copious amounts of paperwork he had from the last case. Either way, it was nice to hear about everything as a whole.

"Too long, I missed you so much" Pulling you in for a tight hug, his arms found their place on your waist. Spencer was smart, he always had been, but in moments like this, he physically couldn't be.

Your affection had always made his IQ of 187 drop to an average of 100 (probably less). This had started the minute you two got together, his usual rambles falling short at the sight of your pretty face. It always made you giddy, knowing you had such an effect on a once extremely put-together man.

Your arms soon followed, mirroring his actions, around his torso. The rapid beating of his heart slowed once you reciprocated contact, most of his stress leaving his body. Spencer moved back, gently, not to startle you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, just below your hairline.

"You're so pretty.." His words were quiet, barely there, but you heard.

You didn't feel it, you'd barely left your room all day, not bothering to get dressed, or even do your usual morning routine. Standing there, in his arms, in a shirt and underwear.

"Sure." It was sarcastic, the words leaving your mouth as quick as he could read a thousand words. He frowned, pressing another kiss to your head, before carding his long, nimble fingers through your hair.

He knew that if he started with the usual "Don't say that about yourself" or the "I really mean it, you're stunning" it wouldn't work, so he always chose physical affection to show you love instead. No matter how much you tried to deny it, you always ended up feeling better around him, with him.

With a hesitant sigh, you knew you had to go back to preparing dinner, the noodles on the stove not needing to boil for any longer. Spencer made his way up the stairs, taking a quick shower and getting changed into something more comfortable. It was always strange to see him in lounge wear, he's always dressed so smartly around everyone else.

It was hilarious to you when he came down, hair wet, dripping onto the tile like a wet dog, in a pair of pajamas. Not any pajamas, but the ones you'd brought him around Christmas last year. They were dark blue, the top long sleeved, the bottoms all the way down to his ankles. Patterned with conical flask designs, each one filled with multicoloured liquid. A small laugh left your parted lips, his smile widening with a defensive "Don't laugh at me! I don't have any other clothes.."

'Liar ' You thought.

But, you let it slide as he watched you putting the noodles out into two separate bowls. Garnishing the top with a few herbs from the cupboard above you, the two meals sitting there on the counter. One with a pair of chopsticks, the other, a fork.

[talos-stims]

pop rocks | source source

[solidwater-arts]

[Day 76]

[ID: A ballpoint pen drawing of Zedaph. The paper is white, but there are three colored paper squares glued to it: purple and pink on Zed's face, and yellow on his legs. The corners of the paper are decorated with patterned tape, it's black with colorful spirals. The edges of it are occasionally jagged. There's a pink and a yellow heart sticker, both with polka dots, near the bottom right of the paper.

Zedaph is jumping in the air, holding up a conical flask with a purple liquid inside with one hand, and doing jazz hands with the other. He's winking with his tongue out to the side. He has wings that he's spreading, they're going out of frame.

Zed is covered in pink highlighter splashes. The flask is bubbling, represented with 7-pointed star stickers coming out of it. There's a bigger, five pointed star near Zed's face, emphasizing his wink. /End ID]

I'm the type of person who is scared to use art supplies if it's not the 'perfect occasion', so doing this was incredibly freeing. I had a lot of fun!

[ID: Closeups of the flask and Zed's face. /End ID]

[finniestoncrane]

Ik this is sorta late depending on time zones and this ask being cheesy as hell but what would the Riddlers do for Valentine's Day with reader? Something cheesy asf? Or not celebrating it at all? I wanna know I'm curious as hell now

Valentine's Date

Riddler Headcanons gosh i rushed so fast to get this done today!! luckily, it was a blessing as work was SLOW! so here are the boys and how they would celebrate valentine's day in my mind because i am down bad for them all and live in a fantasy world where they would all try and do something nice for you 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: suggestive stuff but it's mostly fluff!!

young justice

i can almost guarantee that if you're spending valentine's day with him, it'll be the first one he's had with a partner

so he is pushing the boat out. or... as best as he can... what with the nerves

he wouldn't do something too extravagant, not too fancy or big. that would only increase the number of people he might embarrass himself in front of

he's far more keen on taking you to a quiet, unexpected but comfortable restaurant with quiet music and only a few tables, so he can talk to you and hear you properly

he'd buy you a single rose, hire the violinist to play a song by your table, your favourite tune

no dancing, he's got two left feet, but he will reach across the table and hold your hand, stroking it with his thumb and looking into your eyes

and when he takes you home, he'll walk you to your door and offer you a shy, reserved kiss

whether or not you pull him through the door by his tie and ravage the poor beast is up to you

unburied

he wouldn't actually ask you out for valentine's day

he'd give you a rant about capitalism and how it's a made up holiday and that you should keep your calendar clear anyway just in case he decides to do an ironic date

you'd think his goal was to embarrass you, in fact, because he's showing up to your house with a little remote control and blasting your favourite song out of every speaker system you own

"hey, sh... don't ask how i know your favourite song or how i got control of your devices. just... stop thinking about it. hey. hey! you're thinking about it... don't think about it, sh you're too pretty to think about it. let me think about it, i'm smarter and prettier"

dinner isn't anything too special either. takeout pizza on a rooftop in gotham somewhere. it could be romantic though, and it would be to someone desperately in love with him like you

listening to him talk about light pollution, asking if you want to hear some riddles about constellations, pointing out the various places he's hid from his enemies

it's not traditional by any means, but it is oddly romantic. dinner, music, time alone under the dulled stars. maybe that was his plan all along

gotham

oh we are going WHOLE HOG here for valentine's day!! you know he's an old romantic, a sweet and gentle soul

so don't think for a moment that you'll be seeing any other people that day, your attention will be solely focused on each other

he's sent, uh... someone has sent in some miscellaneous threat to your workplace, so luckily for you(!) you're not required to go in! SO SURPRISE!! he's here to make you breakfast

and then a brief walk down some of the quieter streets, where he might be brave enough to ask if he can hold your hand

once you're at his apartment, you're in for some respectable but tension filled cuddles on his sofa while you watch some classic romance movies

and then he's making a beautiful three course meal for you both! pressed tablecloth on his little dining table, roses in a conical flask, candles in test tubes (is he stealing these from work?)

he'll feed you little bits of food, wiping your face with a napkin, staring into your eyes dreamily

and then the night will end with a perfect and very polite kiss that you'll wish wouldn't end

telltale

he knows how to do romance, he's been around long enough. it's more a question of whether he can be bothered to celebrate

but he'll pull himself together and act the perfect gentleman for you, regardless of how tired he is after a day of committing violent/cyber crime and being oddly agile for a man in receipt of a state pension

(a fact which will come in handy at the end of the evening...)

he'll start off the evening with the traditional gifts. a box of expensive chocolates or candy, perfectly suited to your dietary requirements of course. and a bouquet of flowers. not roses, but your favourites. he knows they'll make you happier

he's not one for being out in public, what with the whole "is he dead" thing, so you'll be dining in BUT to make it special, he has hired a discreet personal chef to provide the food for the evening

slow, quiet jazz playing in the background, just you, him, and the waiters he has hired and has threatened under extreme violence to keep their mouths shut about this particular shift

could it get any more romantic??

arkham

bless his heart but this eddie is forgetting that it's valentine's day until you're handing him a card, grasping it between his dirty fingers, smudging the soft pink colour with grimy fingerprints

then, you'll endure a fifteen minute long lecture about why you should have at least had the sense to warn him in advance, or to remind him, since you know how he can be

and when he's done, he'll be pushing you out of the room, getting rid of you so he can "finish his important work" and only then can you consider "doing something for this silly holiday"

really, he's just looking for an excuse to get you away so he can work on your very last minute present without you seeing

which of course, he'll present to you as though he had been pretending to forget all along

"i made you this, it's a symbol of our relationship"

it's the remnants of a neon question mark bent into place to resemble a heart. and there's hot glue still drying on it. and a screw stuck to it

but it's the thought that counts, and the thought is there! after all he loves you enough to have lied and put aside his important welding or whatever to haphazardly craft the lie

dano

for him, valentine's day is about showing your love for someone. because you can love them every day, but this is an excuse to make a display out of it

so expect a myriad of gifts, food, perfumes, vouchers, jewellery, stuffed animals, flowers, a handmade valentine's card

enough that it makes you guilty (and enough that you wonder if he really has just been saving all his salary instead of spending it on... furniture or therapy)

then, the personalised activities! most of which involve you doing his quiz all about you and your relationship with him, solving several riddles that lead you to a hidden compartment in the wall of his bedroom (weird.) where he's stuffed his poems to you (sweet!) which he will then recite to you, stuttering over the words and blushing the whole time

but it's not enough for him, he wants to shout it from the rooftops, show the world how much he loves you and appreciates you

he's had all this love bottled up for so long with no one deserving to give it to! let's just hope it comes out in a healthy way...

btaa

he's swooping in to your apartment very late at night

"it's only 11pm, it's still valentine's day mi amorrrrr"

look, he's very sorry that he wasn't able to spend the day with you, and that he's incredibly late to the dinner you had planned

but he's a busy little criminal, he has so many things to do AND he had to do it all by himself because he gave miss tuesday the day off so she could go on a date of her own and-

oh see! you've changed your mind now, no longer grumpy, because he was actually doing something kind for someone else

he really is a generous soul, emphasised by the fact that the reason he was late was because he was pulling off a perfect heist in a jewellery store uptown

so... did you save any leftovers for him? or is he going to have to return this beautiful ring/watch/necklace he bought you?

twojar

he's a curveball, like seriously give you whiplash kind of valentine's date

you think it's going to be a very standard evening, after all there you both are in black tie best, sipping expensive champagne, him talking about himself while you try hard not to stare at his tits

but when the meal is finished, he goes to pay in secret and then rushes you out into a car with tinted windows, and it's lucky he can get you so hot and flushed and eager that quickly, since it's not long before you arrive at the next spot

a strip club

which is? i mean not a traditional valentine's day date location, but it could be very hot

and he's booked one of the private rooms for you both, so at least you won't have to hide your blushing cheeks from the rest of the guests

but it becomes very obvious that there isn't a dancer coming to entertain you, and you worry that he expects you to get up there and put on a show, which would be a disaster because you haven't planned anything and-

"happy valentine's day"

ah. of course. why would the world's most self-absorbed man think you would want anything else for valentine's day than a private strip tease from him

and he's annoyingly very right in that assumption

btas

he absolutely does the most! and the most is often cheesy and dorky and therefor a million times more precious

the kind of guy who would buy you a rose for every day he's known you, regardless of how many days he has known you

the kind of guy who gets those little personalised lego figures made of you and him, or gets a plushie of him to give to you so he'll always be near you (and you know he's putting the personalised message in if he gets it from build a bear)

he knows your favourite starter, main and dessert are all from different restaurants, so he's made the reservations at all three with plenty of time for romantic rides in the back of cabs between each stop

it's important he has plenty of time to cover your neck with kisses, and for you to tell him how adorable he is

and then, because he is the cheesiest but in the best way, it's more than likely he'd use valentine's day as an excuse to propose to you, so he's down on one knee under the cloudy gotham night sky to ask you to marry him (and you're obviously not going to say no)

zero year

he doesn't do valentine's day, what a waste of time! he's nice enough to you the rest of the year, why should there be one day where he has to do something extra fo-

oh? oh! oh ok, if it means you have to do something for him too, then he's down for it

yes... that sounds like a wonderful excuse to get up to some mischief... (it's concerning how evil his little face looks when he's supposedly considering activities for the most romantic of holidays...)

although, why bother going out somewhere on a date, it's such a waste of time and effort

he has to keep his energy for more important things, and speaking of... he can think of very few ways to spend an evening that are better than taking you into the bedroom and sharing an exchange of giving for a few solid hours

no need to wear something nice, it's only going to get stripped off

no need to get him a gift, you'll be giving him plenty

and no need to eat something, he'll make sure you don't leave hungry, trust him

[the-flaneur]

hello my very helpful assistant 😄 flan's busy cooking up something in her dru- sorry, very ethical laboratory. anyways, here's how you can help her today:

ENTER ONLY ONE OF THE FOLLOWING LABS

LAB ONE

☆ write a brief description of what you want the request to feature (can include smut, kinks, dialogue and more) as well as the driver

LAB TWO

☆ from below - pick a flask, choose a label, select up to four chemical compounds, choose up to three catalysts and call out who the other assistant is (driver: im down to do anyone or the grid or "recently" retired)

☆ NOTE: the final item is very important, so please never forget it, otherwise flan won't be able to start the reaction

SOME REQUESTS WILL BE 18+ and ALL REQUESTS will available under the tag (see below) #chemical attraction ♥︎

all of your concoctions/requests can be made to my asks or inbox (here), and i'll get to producing it as soon as possible.

EXAMPLE REQUESTS

hi flan! with lewis hamilton and a boiling flask labeled with a sticker i am looking to mix together, fluorine, calcium, arsenic with nail polish.

thank you <3

flask

conical: fluff

boiling: smut

round-bottom: hurt/comfort

label

sticker: fic

marker: drabble

washi tape: smau

ribbon: texts

hairtie: combination (please specify)

chemical compounds

hydrogen: "oh, shut up." "you shut up." "make me." "okay, but you might moan a little."

helium: "i'm not the jealous type, but what's mine is mine. end of story."

lithium: "don't kink shame me"

beryllium: "we shouldn’t do this" "you’re absolutely right. we should not do this"

boron: "you're so cute when you pout like this"

carbon: "move my arm is falling asleep"

nitrogen: "the problem is, if i kissed you, i don't think i'd be able to stop."

oxygen: "you've ruined that song now, thanks."

fluorine: "don't talk with your mouth full"

neon: "if you can’t take it, why did you talk back"

sodium: "fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.”

magnesium: "is it really that hard to love me?"

aluminium: "why aren't you dating him?" "because i'd destroy him" "he seems like he'd be into that"

silicon: "i know they're just stuffed animals, but it feels like they're watching us"

phosphorus: "you know, i could always get you off here right now"

sulfur: "you deserve so much better than me" "stop lying"

chlorine: "give me a little show"

argon: "why are you being like this?"

potassium: "watch you mouth before i decide to spank your ass"

calcium: "it's going to sound controversial, but i think that went well"

scandium: "oh my god are you actually reading the terms of service?"

titanium: "the next time you pull something like this, i'm telling your mother what we did in vegas that one time"

vanadium: "if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one."

chromium: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you."

manganese: "i might have slept with your shirt while you were gone"

iron: "i'm not moving, your lap is comfortable"

cobalt: "please..." "you need to learn to be better with your words, don't you think? tell me what you really want,"

nickel: “are you my cum dump?”

copper: "you're not allowed to touch my pussy"

zinc: "you could've just told me"

gallium: "are you trying to flirt with me?" "is it working?"

germanium: "if i buy it, will you stop pouting?"

arsenic: "you're just mad that that my cock fits perfectly in you now. must be a blow to the ego that we're a perfect match."

selenium: "how long have you been covering/covering up this?"

bromine: "you're like my arm rest'

krypton: "i know i'm warm, but we really have to get up now"

rubidium: "you’re starting another cult. you bitch."

strontium: "it’s broad daylight, if someone looks up they'll see you pressed against the window."

yttrium: "you're not alone i promise"

zirconium: "im sorry but i'm done waiting"

niobium: "i promised to give you something, but i didn't promise it would be an orgasm."

molybdenum: "i'm bad at texting, so i always hope that you're the first one"

technetium: "let me take care of it. let me take care of everything"

ruthenium: "is it a bad time to tell you i have [your phobia]"

rhodium: "im so horrible to you" "no you're not"

palladium: "why is there rope next to the bed"

silver: "i don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow.”

cadmium: "you dumbass, don't ever do that again"

indium: "would you like to explain..." "no, but maybe there is something I could do to make you forget about it?"

tin: "i know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

antimony: "after all this time and you still can't look me in the eye"

tellurium: "i can't remember the last time i did something so fun with someone"

iodine: "i was expecting a written apology, but this is so much better"

xenon: "i have a headache and it looks just like you.”

cesium: "stop throwing things at me"

barium: "do you really think you can get away from me?"

lanthanum: "do you trust me" "no" "smart"

cerium: "i like the way your hand fits mine"

praseodymium: "because i care about you"

neodymium: "i trusted you...with everything"

promethium: "if you stay, you'll get hurt too"

samarium: "would you have believed me if i did?"

europium: "don't make promises i know you can't keep"

gadolinium: "can you please just hold me?"

terbium: "can i bother you for a sec?" "you always bother me, but go ahead"

dysprosium: "you cancelled plans for me?"

holmium: "my clothes look better on you that they do on me"

erbium: "i dont like it" "you don't like anything" "well i like you and [you specify]"

thulium: "no tickling, or no kisses"

ytterbium: "did i mean anything to you?"

luteium: "does your daddy know you call me daddy too?"

actinium: "n-no, don't cry. i hate it when you cry"

thorium: "but you have me now"

protactinium: "please don't go"

uranium: "i’m literally naked on your bed and you’re talking about work?”

neptunium: "you're hurt, let me take care of you"

plutonium: "you're staring" "i like seeing you happy"

americium: "stay...please"

curium: "i...i just needed to know you were ok"

berkelium: "you'll back off if you know what's good for you"

californium: "didn't you say we were friends"

einsteinium: "this is why we can't have nice things"

fermium: "not out here please"

catalyst

flan: au [request a specific one]

red pill: sub!character

blue pill: sub!reader

glue: dom!reader

lip balm: dom!character

lemon juice: driver!reader

sand: idiots in love/denial

salt water: crack fic

bath water: size kink

soap: exes to...

bubbles: fix it fic/sickfic

nail polish: daddy kink

shampoo: overstimulation

lotion: possessive/jealous sex

slime: accidentally launching relationship

copper coin: cnc/dubcon

flowers: leaving the window open/door unlocked

silver jewellery: age gap

gold jewellery: miscommunication

rock: neighbours

paper: love triangle

plastic bag: enemies to...

tissue: rivals to...

ink: 100% platonic friendship

foam: found family

water babies: secret admirer

ceramic: forced proximity

yarn: roommates

water: childhood friends to...

fruit: married couple/established relationship

beads: fake relationship

heat: brother's best friend

ice: best friend's brother

bark: body swap

grass: reverse tropes [specify]

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[karatekamania]

anyweigh a thought I had: imagine space kicker doing karate joes t shot for the first time as like, 1 of the most beautiful expressions of t4t love there can be. and when joe asks if he can return the favour, sk just pulls out a conical flask of some sort of stereotypical fluorescent green alien goo (like the kind u would see in a goofy star wars space bar or smth) and he's just like "oh thank you! but I just take a sip of this every now and then to transition <3". wouldn't that be silly

[smolapricot]

who put him in a conical flask?