#give me those sweet sweet unethical experiments

[justjams2003]

Sweet Savagery 3

Paring: Dark!Thor Odinson x Slave!Reader

Summary: All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

Warnings: Death of loved ones, violence, nightmares, non-con, p in v, degradation. Tell me if I missed any.

Word count: 1.7k+, Unedited

1st Divider by: @firefly-graphics

~Masterlist~

Part 2~Part 4

Your feet moved before your mind could even think of your own actions or their consequences. You pick up your dress and run down the steps, into the dusty training grounds. Your knees hit the ground in front of the man who had just hit the floor. Scanning all over to see if there is any bleeding.  

He's holding his breath. As if he's trying to make himself smaller. With the last bit of strength he has left, he scoots himself further from you. Trying his best to escape you. Or perhaps not you, but the one looming behind you.  

The training ground is entirely silent. Not a single person dares even breathe, or blink. In fear that they might miss the action. Or so that they can run if a fist is sent thrown their way. "Are you okay?" You don't even realise how deathly quiet it is. Only focused on wanting the best for this poor soul, which you have now doomed.  

The man starts sobbing, his whole body quivering as he tries with the best of his might to stand up. Pushing himself against the wall, cradling his body. "No, no, please, I did not know. Please, Your Majesty!" He cries over again. Clearly looking over your shoulder into the eyes of death.  

"Put him in the dungeon." The king's rough voice is right to the point. No hesitation and those piercing blue eyes are cruel and condescending. "What? No, Thor, he did nothing wrong-" Before you can even say more, you're yanked up by the arm. Then suddenly you're in the air and on Thor's shoulder.  

His strides are long and quick and the pace he's going its no wonder you reach the throne room within seconds. "Nothing! You think he did nothing?!" His voice booms and echoes through the empty hall. The only thing there is the huge throne in the middle. When you first entered here, you did not think you would see it again.  

Your feet fumble to the floor, when he finally places you down. Now the sheer size of the blonde king is on display. "Thor, please listen," you beg, wringing your hands together, not entirely sure what you did wrong.

"No, you will listen! Little dove, you are not to touch anyone but I. You are mine!" He grabs you by the shoulders, having to bend down to get his points across.  

"He was in pain! No one else was going to help him, should I just have let him hurt?" The thought seems unethical and unlike how your mother would've wanted. "He wanted what is mine. Little dove, anyone giving you the eyes he was giving should experience a far worse suffrage."  

You did not see him giving you any eyes. But perhaps were you too focused on Thor to see? "Then, you dare care for him?" You don't know what to say, "I'm sorry..." its all you can think to say. It is however the wrong thing.  

"You're sorry? I'll make sure you're sorry." Just then he picks you up once more and sits down on top of the throne. You can feel his massive cock grind against your back. "I'll get a true apology out of you." You can hear his pants drop and can feel him picking up you dress.  

His cock springs free. He pulls your panties to the side and spears you in one swift movement. He holds your thighs down with his big commanding hands. You gasp and hold onto his arms for dear life. His pace is rough and gruesome. You bite your lip to the point where you can taste blood. All just to keep moans from your mouth.  

In return, Thor grabs you by the throat. Pushing just hard enough for your mouth to go flying open. Begging for air and release. "They must hear you moan. They must hear you're mine. Mine." His voice is like a wolf's growl. Powerful and forceful, sweet whispers licking up and down your neck and ear. All between the savage shove of his cock deeper and deeper inside you.  

You comply to his command, allowing your throat to see free the onslaught of moans prying themselves from your body. "Are you sorry?" He coerces you with such ease. Slowing down his pace, after feeling your body pull tighter around him. Preparing for release only for it to be pulled away. "Yes, yes, I'm so sorry, my Thor, I'm sorry." 

You gyrate against his huge dick, hoping for any sort of extra friction. "Who's are you, little dove?" Like a snake creeping into your mind and coiling itself around your thoughts. "Yours. I'm yours."

Your vision is cloudy. All you can hear and feel is Thor's touch and voice. He's happy enough with the answer, his hip moving again with the exact pace you're looking for.  

He presses your thighs together with his own. His hand on your throat, the sweet whispers in your ears and the cock buried deep inside you sends you over the edge. Spilling your liquid across his pants, your body shaking as he holds you up right. And as he rides out his high, you can feel his heavy seed fill your insides.  

"Fuck, little dove, look what you've done..." he mutters, coming down from his peak, clearly speaking of the mess you've made in his lap. You can't reply, your eyelids are heavy with exhaustion. There is no control anymore, you only just lull your head to the side as a response.  

"You've made such a mess. Such a slut for your king. Just think, anyone could walk in those open doors right now and see what a whore you are. I bet you love it." The realisation hit you when he said it, he's damn right. And you're damn well sure that everyone in the castle might have actually heard you. Heard you begging for an apology.  

Your response is limited to only a whimper, trying your best to lift yourself from his fat cock. He laughs at this, enjoying the way that your thighs still clench together. Yearning for more but rejecting it at the same time.

He yanks you off him, the cold and emptiness stacking your hole. He throws you over his shoulder, tucking his dick back in his shorts.  

Your tired mind barely notices where you're going. Fucked through, that is until you smell the wretched smell of shit. It is so pungent and the slimy walls seem to ooze the smell. Your head snaps up, you're in the dungeons. "No, no please, my king, no!" You're kicking and screaming and once more begging for forgiveness.  

You feel the rock floor slice through your knees. Likely bruised now. You can still feel the sticky cum sliding out of you, dripping onto the floor. Your eyes water with tears and you still barely notice that man in the jail cell in front of you. It's the same as before. He looks terrible, beaten to a pulp on top of his previous injuries.  

Thor's big, heavy hand rests on your shoulder. Completely snuffing any thoughts you have of running. "Tell Sir Lancelot what you told me, on the throne. He was one of our finest men and now you've cost him his life." A sob racks through you and you're sure he can smell the sex on you.  

"His life!" The gasp escapes you, your eyes snap up to Thor, begging for him to change his mind. But, after months of learning to those eyes, you just barely see him daring you to disagree with him. Your lungs pull and rag for air and tears form in your eyes. Your chin wobbles as you turn back to face the man.  

Yet, your eyes cannot meet his'. They're cemented to the floor. "I'm sorry, I was foolish in my actions and now, it has cost you your life." You say with careful noise, as to not let the sons out.

The hand heavy on your shoulder gives a squeeze. "And what else?" It's as if he's a parent scolding a child, if only it carried the same weight.  

"Please, don't make me say it to him." You wring your hands together, clenching your thighs as you remember the violent fucking you had just endured. "If you don't say it now, I will fuck you here, on the dungeon floor, in front of Sir Lancelot." Just the thought of it makes you shudder and shake all over.  

All you can do is nod and swallow the lump forming in your throat. "I am a slut for my king. I am his property and his whore." It's barely above a mumble and this greatly displeases the king. He grabs you by the throat, forcing your eyes to meet the knight's. Brown eyes that will never get to love ever again. You wipe the tears from your eyes. Your mouth foaming from keeping the sobs at bay.  

"I am my king's property and whore." Your statement is much louder, but this time the whimpers escape. All combined with gasps for air. Sir Lancelot's eyes are filled with such disgust, that a lady would ever say something like that of herself. But also that this pettiness of the king has cost him all of his hopes and dreams.  

How can one humiliate someone on such a deep and emotional level? Forcing them to feel the guilt of a life that they are not the cause of. To make them feel so filthy and dirty all in front of an audience. Thor gives his famous heart laugh. He bends down and places a kiss on your temple.  

"So good, little dove. That wasn't so hard was it?" He gives a vicious and vile grin to his knight. Knowing this weak mortal will never have the same control over anyone as he does. "Now, I have things to do, so be sure to be in the bedroom before the sun sets." And with that, he's gone. All that's left of him is his heavy footsteps echoing and the leaking cum between your legs.  

You lump again the bar, unable to hold back the sobs anymore. The humility, the embarrassment, the vileness of it all makes you shudder. The cries escape your throat, causing violent shudder to pry their way through your body.

Your cheeks are wet with tears, your mouth foaming with wails. All because the realisation of who you are owned by truly hits you.  

This will be your life now, and the only escape will be sweet death. Now, all emotions you have left to show Sir Lancelot, is jealousy. How dare he receive the mercy of death?  

[mira-annabelles-poke-kitchen]

DISCLAIMER: Any discussion of meat on here should be assumed to be synthetic meat or ethically sourced (E.G.: Slowpoke Tails, which fall off naturally without harming the Pokemon). I do not support unnecessary hunting or unethical factory farming.

Hello! I’m Mira Annabelle, a twenty-seven year old travelling chef! I was born in Lumiose City, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to explore the entire world’s culture! Not that I dislike Kalosian food. In fact, I think the abundance of amazing food I got to try growing up was what inspired me to seek out more! Every region has so much amazing food and culture, and my goal is to experience it all!

I am currently working on a cookbook that will focus on fusing various regional foods together, primarily Kalosian and Paldean, as well as some classics from the regions. Please send in suggestions, as learning what you all enjoy will help me narrow my focus.

Currently, I’m enrolled in the Adult Student Program at Uva-Naranja Academy. My project for the Treasure Hunt is, of course, experiencing the cuisine of Paldea! I’m so grateful for the program, as it gives me an opportunity to save on money when it comes to housing. While I’m fine with camping out, I do prefer to have a warm bed available, and hotels can be expensive! I’ve also travelled in Hoenn, Alola, and Galar, and I learned so much about cooking from all of those regions.

Anyway, I’m excited to join Rotomblr and share my culinary journey with all of you!

OOC and Team Under the Cut!

//ooc: Hiya, I'm Xander, 23! I'm a foodie in real life, so I made a blog where I could live vicariously travelling the world and eating tons of good food. Feel free to message me about anything Pokemon or food related, I like making friends!

//Pelliper Mail is on! No magic/mean anons, though!

//Keep it light! No NSFW, nothing heavy, etc.

//Avatar is from this Picrew: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1500446

//Information/Headcanon Document Here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/13BRFIWJgT_i8Vj22Rx1VOMCuwwg6e3xm9xsGuVxINZQ/edit?usp=drivesdk

Team:

Coconuts - A Ludicolo who loves to dance along to music while I cook! She's been especially enjoying all the street musicians we've heard in Paldea!

Pie - An Appletun who's one of the laziest dragons I've ever seen! Maybe I spoiled her with snacks as a baby, because good Xerneas, she eats so much!

Vanilla - A Rainbow-Swirl Alcremie that I evolved using a Love Sweet. I was so dizzy when evolving her, but it was work it! She's beautiful and fiesty!

Honey - A Fidough who's been a riot to train! She has so much energy, I swear, she was born to battle!

Oil - A Smoliv, and she's my newest addition to the team. She's such a sleepy girl.

[lauraleidownhere]

Oh, hey ~

Did someone have the sudden urge to look into this trancy blog? and.. is that someone — you? Well, not to worry, because there's no judgements here. Feel free to be mentally kinky ;)

I'm Lauralei and welcome to this corner of my mind. It's a little hazy down here and it's nice to just shut off all those thoughts from time to time, right? I enjoy both sides of the pendulum, and even though I have more experience being a sub, I am doing bits of stuff on the tist's side.

Into some of that D/s kinky stuff obviously.. I can go from a gentle dom to a sweet sadistic one, depending on the mood really. Won't say no to ageplay, feet worship, cnc, and all that except for scat and heavy waterboarding. But everything else, I have the tolerance and enjoy it to some degree, be degraded or be your degradee? Haha, just enjoying the best of both worlds ;)

Please note that this is a NSFW side blog which gives me no power to follow back from here (and explicitly no permission for anyone under the age of 18 to interact). I don't condone acts of irl pedophilia and I'm firmly against unethical use of hypnosis as a brainwashing tool.

For the meantime, enjoy mindless things ~

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

on our fates alight--mothercrystal's ruling

Minfila inhaled deeply. Winning Riven over had been cause for celebration. They had to prove themselves to her, but the fact that Valefor's Dominant was at least willing to extend them some measure of trust-! Tataru was now currently in the process of trying to track down Y'shtola and Zoissette, as they would be the better ones to aid Riven in her research. But Valefor's Domiant wasn't the only one who had come to the Waking Sands...

Odin. The mysterious Eikon that had haunted Gridana, who had vanished close to a decade ago. The most that Papalymo and Yda had been able to discover was that there had been a story amongst the Wood Wailers of someone Priming in the Black Shroud. Otherwise the trail had gone completely cold... until recently. Word of Site Sixteen had made it across the Indigo Deep to Aldenard, and Moenbryda had been able to obtain the more sordid details in dispatches from her parents. For close to a century, the Sharlayan secret lab had been kidnapping and conducing unethical experiements on Dominants. The disappearance of Thaliak's Eikonic shard--and the entire bloodline to which he had favored-was the fault of Site Sixteen. And that up until recently, two other Eikons had been subjected to unspeakable horrors--Odin and Valefor.

Sebastian Astralyas and Riven DeGlass.

It was the former who had Primed all those years past in the Shroud. The information Tataru had been able to gleam was sparse, but supplemented by Moenbryda's own gatherings, Minfilia could form a basic picture. Sebastian had been part of a group of traveling scholars sent overseas by Sharlayan--which was normal for the city-state. Travel the world, gather new knowledge to bring home. Their work had taken them into the Shroud--where Odin had possibly recongized Sebastian as a bloodline carrier of his power. Sebastian had then Primed--and at the time, had been promised he would find help and assistance for his new condition if he returned to Sharlayan.

Instead the minute he arrived back home he was placed in chains and flung into hell. Sebastian's former mentor--Forum Member Iato Ueda, and his former lover, Lycelle Glycen--had been the ones to betray him. Iato had been the head of Site Sixteen at the time, with Lycelle being his assistant. The two had become Sebastian and Odin's torturers. Minfilia closed her eyes, trying to imagine the depth of the betrayal Sebastian had felt. From all accounts of him prior to his first Priming, he had been a sweet, quiet and gentle scholar. He'd been deeply in love with Lacelle, and had just started the grueling study path towards an Archon's mark. And now years later, Odin was barely more than a ribbon of Darkness. Sebastian was now a violent, bitter, vengeance-driven man. Minfilia remembered the argument that had sparked between Thancred and Sebastian when Riven had first brought him to the Rising Stones.

You assume I have a heart or soul left. Let me disabuse you of that notion. They're both gone. Stop projecting your personal issues onto me, Archon Waters, and go suppress them with drink and whores as is your supposed normal wont.

"But they're not." Minfila murmured. Sebastian tried so hard not to care, to keep his walls high-but the Doniant of Hydaylan could see. The kind man that he had been once...he still existed. He was darker, different, changed--but still there. If Sebastian had become truly heartless, he wouldn't have helped Riven hold onto her sanity while she was imprisioned. He wouldn't have decided to seek out Riven after his escape and offer his skills as her guardian and protector. And there would have been a consideribly larger trail of bodies in his wake. No, Sebastian was still in possession of both his heart and soul, willingly giving over the leash on his worst impulses to a most unlikely baby sister. And perhaps the influence of the Scions could further help with both the Dominant and the Eikon's overall healing.

It doesn't mean that he won't try anything...or rather, attempt to try something. And for that, Minfila had already determined that she would put her foot down. Not as the leader of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, but as the Mothercrystal's Dominant. All Eikons had to submit to her authority, and if Sebastian wanted to enjoy the benefits of being a Scion, he would obey the rules and not test their good graces.

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@driftward

our fates alight--general masterpost here

[angelcloves]

The Lights From The Sea, Chapter 4:

The seawater is so polluted that it causes rashes. That... doesn't sound healthy or legal.

"He saw something in his uncle’s eyes, though. He could only describe it as fire, cobalt and cold, and desperate to know more about the newest specimen Hunter brought in." - This line makes me extremely worried for Vee's safety under Philip's thumb. He may not be an Emperor here, but an unethical man of science can still wreck havoc...

Philip is, as most unfortunately always it seems, an abusive asshole of an "Uncle" to Hunter. Really curious to know if Hunter is his actual nephew here (And what happened to his parents if he is...) or if he's some sort of experiment of his.

Of course the first thing Philip does upon taking Vee into custody is strap her down to a cold, metal exam table. The same table he (And Hunter!) dissect animals on at that! Now, I realize that dissecting animals is a valid way to study them, but Philip dissecting creatures gives me immense pause.

Hunter refers to as being Vee sapient instead sentient, good for you Hunter! It's a pet peeve of mine to get those two terms confused.

Philip was totally about to hit Vee to try to make her talk before Hunter walked in. Fuck you Fish Boy! You leave that poor child of the ocean alone!

Hunter is so sweet in his concern for Vee and the care he takes in patching up her injuries. (But of course Philip makes him do his dirty work.)

I think Vee has realized that it's not Hunter whose out harm her and she's beginning to trust him. Smart girl.

Guess we know how Vee gets her piercing in this universe. The idea of "capturing and releasing" a sapient being in the hopes of studying them further AND being lead to more of their kind is disturbing. Poor Vee, she's basically been abducted by aliens!

A nearby weapons manufacturing plant is the reason why the local beaches have polluted water? Well then, why do I have a sneaking suspicion that the Blight family has something to do with that...

I can already tell Hunter and Vee's friendship is going to be a highlight of the story for me.

yeah philip does not have a good track record. cant wait to talk more about that in the coming weeks. but hunter is still the sweet and kind boy we know him to be despite his circumstances. vees really quick to pick this up. hunter really does just want her to feel better.

wildlife tagging is actually fairly common for research purposes but problems do come up when the animal requires sedation for placement and removal or when the biologgers are large or cumbersome to the animal but its not a supervillain thing in and of itself. its just a tool that can be misused so i dont wanna spread like. misinformation about all tagging programs. it really just depends on the species and the facility doing the tagging

and im glad the use of 'sapient' made such a big difference. this is the second time someones brought it up today!

[lorrainesletters]

Lorraine's Guide to Electoral Debates (or Simulations)

Article by Mariz Lorraine | Edited 10 September 2023

Are you preparing for your student council debate soon? Or are you a P5 project student forced to do a presidential debate simulation? Well, you've come to the right place as I have done those two things and slayed them. These things may sound scary at first but trust me, if you follow my guide, you will be more comfortable than a presidential suite.

The calm before the storm

Just like all debates, never ever enter the room without preparation. Get you armor and weapons before you go into the battlefield. Most of the time these debates won't tell you what questions they will ask you on D-Day so it is your task to try and predict those questions. Look back at previous electoral debates held by the same organization because trust me, they reuse those questions big time. Often times, they ask questions such as:

Why do you want to become the president (or vice president)?

How will you improve the status quo?

What programs and events will you conduct when elected?

Prepare points or answers to those types of questions and you will be more prepared that you think.

As per my experience (basically twice), your running mate also plays a big role in the success you will get. Thankfully, I have done these debates with a friend that has a similar mindset and work ethic as me so the preparation was smooth sailing for us. Make sure that the person you choose is one that you can bare to sit next to and work together with during the hour-long debate.

Before you step into the debating area, drag some of your most critical and analytical friends to do a mock debate with you. Make them ask you hard-hitting questions and about your ideologies such as your visions and missions. Don't make your friends in the electoral committee conduct your mock debate as that is unethical and we are not trying to be cancelled minutes before you are about to slay. Use this time to prepare to think on-the-spot and practice your speaking.

Finally, remember that you are entering and leaving this debate as a pair so make sure you work strongly together with your running mate. If one of you guys goes blank during the debate, immediately back them up and support them. Make use of the fact that you are literally right next to them so give them a little nudge or a whisper of support when they need it. Both of you have to be absolutely as calm as possible so take your deep breaths.

What do I do now?

As my debating teacher has drilled into our heads, note-taking (or more commonly known as flowing) is one of the most important skills you can have in your debating toolbox. Everyone has different note-taking preferences so before D-Day, try and find your most effective flowing method. I personally prefer doing listing and then connecting those ideas with arrows and boxes. These notes are important not just for the sake of your sanity when speaking but also for the future when you actually have to act upon what you promised the audience. Basically just take concise, complete, and clear notes.

It's human nature to want to appear better than who you actually are but do this in an electoral debate and it will come back and bite you in the back. Remember the limitations you have and keep you abilities always in the back of your head. Do not go and say that you will give the students of your school a brand new library when you are in a financial constraint. Sweet nothings may be delectable but the bitter taste of not fulfilling your promises will overpower that immediately.

So if you are an aspiring leader or a sacrificial lamb for your P5 project, take my tips and try to apply them. The art of debating cannot be condensed into a single post but it can sure act as a diving platform for you who want to be cool debaters! Let's see if I have any more useful tips and tricks for my next post. So while I'm stressing out over what to write next, slay that debate bestie!

[peace-coast-island]

Diary of a Junebug

Letters from a long distant past and unearthing a bunch of old microchips that still have a bit of power left in them

Once in a while, having two camp events back to back isn’t too bad. As long as they’re not too elaborate and there’s enough time to rest, it’s actually not too overwhelming. It’s nowhere like the early days when we had something going on pretty much every week. After pulling back and taking things at a slower pace, I never want to go back to that jam packed schedule.

Luckily for me, these two events are much chill as they’re both crafting events, one involving gyroids and the other microchips and unusual mechanics. While scavenger hunts are fun, we’re mostly here just to enjoy the scenery and hang out.

With a short break in between, Sadiki and Haitham were hanging around until the others joined them. I think out of the rest of the group - Amber, Talha, Raniya, Layla, Nabil, and Amina - only Sadiki and Amber have been to the camp. I can’t remember the last time Amber visited but she’s still familiar with the place.

Connie’s adventuring team’s getting so big that it’s hard to keep track of who’s who, much less remember who’s been to the camp.

This event is kind of a side project between Talha and Raniya involving some ancient mechanics. Raniya heard about the Emblem Cure microchips showing up at the beach and wanted to get her hands on some. According to her, Emblem Cures are unusual microchips that can provide their own energy source depending on the equipment. As to how, that’s still a mystery, which is what the project’s trying to figure out.

With help from Amber, Sadiki, Layla, and Nabil, Raniya’s got a lot of mechanics to test these microchips on. Along with those, we’re also crafting our own stuff to see if the microchips work with those as well. In other words, it’s very different from past scavenger and crafting events, so it has been fun and interesting.

I don’t know anything about microchips, but at a glance, I can tell that Emblem Cures are special. Raniya says they’re ancient tech, though there’s a debate regarding the time period they were invented. Apparently it’s a controversial topic in academic circles, so Nabil cut her off right before she was about to go off on a rant.

I have no problem listening to people being passionate about niche stuff, but there’s obviously a time and place for that. From the looks Layla, Talha, and Amina exchanged, I have a feeling that this happens quite a bit. Raniya’s depth of knowledge on ancient mechanics really is quite something.

Nabil seems to be the straight man of the group, keeping everyone in line and focused on the task. Whether Amina, Sadiki, and Amber get distracted by something, Talha and Haitham start bickering, or Raniya begins going off on a wild tangent, Nabil always swoops in just in time. They’re all a lively bunch.

Compared to Adrikha City during a festival, out here at the camp is a lot quieter and less busier, so I got to know everyone better. I don’t mind the hustle and bustle of the city, but sometimes it can be a little too much. It’s hard to focus and get to know one another when there’s a million different things going on in the background.

It was sweet seeing Amina and Amber together. Amber mentioned that she took care of Amina when she wandered into Bonsai and pretty much saved her life. Before meeting Amber, Amina was traveling with her caretaker, someone she doesn’t have fond memories of, which was why she escaped.

Amina was born in Adrikha to a teenage mother who had to give her up. The whole timeline’s unclear, but based on what Sadiki could dig up, Amina’s mother reluctantly handed her over to a shady organization that claimed they could cure Amina’s congenital heart condition. In reality, the organization was performing unethical experiments on children with various health issues, often leading to catastrophic results. Amina really was lucky to have survived.

While Sadiki was not raised by the organization, he had an encounter with one of the caretakers as a child. That so-called doctor performed dangerous experiments involving using children as vessels for demon remnants. Out of the hundreds of children he experimented on, only two survived - Sadiki and Amina.

The organization used Amina as a weapon, which was why she often accompanied the “techs” on their travels. She’s still not quite sure what happened when they went out and she has no desire to look into it. All she can say is that when that thing took over, she had absolutely no control over its actions. That didn’t make her feel any less remorseful though. How awful and fuck those people for using her like that.

On their way to Bonsai, the group was attacked by monsters and Amina took advantage of the chaos to flee to the city where she first ran into Luci. Obviously, because of what she’d been through, Amina was reluctant to let anyone get close to her out of fear. Looking back, she says she’s embarrassed and ashamed of how she acted. Even now, years later, she admits that she’s still trying to make up for that.

Amber keeps telling her to stop apologizing since it’s ancient history, and I agree. She couldn’t help but act the way she did. And even if she was terrible as she claimed she was, the fact that she later realized that and apologized for her actions, that’s more than enough. You can’t change the past, but you can change the future with your present actions. I think Amina’s far past the need to prove or redeem herself at this point. Girl’s been through a lot for someone so young, I think she’s allowed to act out - within reason, obviously.

It wasn’t easy, but Amber managed to break down Amina’s walls and slowly got her to open up. Luci was understandably concerned about what would happen if Amina lost control, so he tried to look into the organization. It wasn’t until when the techs were later apprehended by another faction when Amber found out about Sadiki.

Like Amina, Sadiki was born under similar circumstances - unmarried single parent unable to care for a child with health problems lured by some doctor who gave false hopes. Except he got lucky and was rescued and adopted by a now retired renowned researcher. That researcher, Cobra, had extensively studied the effects of demon remnants for some time, so he thought that he could save Sadiki from being overtaken. For months Cobra worked tirelessly to not only care for Sadiki, but also find a cure for him as well.

That cure was a complex seal that was powerful enough to not only incapacitate the demon’s power, but also weaken it over time. As far as Sadiki knows, the seal is pretty much unbreakable, the only real way to get rid of it is for the vessel to die. Since he and Amina are the only ones with it, there’s really no conclusive evidence other than it’s effective. Neither one has experienced any side effects ever - Sadiki can definitely vouch for it as he’s had it for over 20 years without any issue. So while it doesn’t get rid of the curse, it suppresses it in such a way that it’s like the curse is no longer there.

While Amina grew comfortable in Bonsai, she said she still felt somewhat like an outsider. Amber felt she made a lot of progress since taking her in, especially after knowing that her former caretakers could no longer reach her. But she also understood Amina’s reluctance and agreed that she needed a fresh start in order to fully move on. That’s where Sadiki, and later Nabil, came in.

After hearing about Amina, Sadiki made a trip to Bonsai to see her. He was able to confirm that he and Amina were possessed by the same demon and created a seal for her. When he and Amber found out that Amina was originally from Adrikha, they suggested that she go back with him and build a new life there. Amina decided to take up on the offer and left with Sadiki a month later.

Not too long after arriving in Adrikha, Nabil asked Amina if she was interested in being a Forest Keeper. She said she didn’t quite understand what he was saying at the time, so she said yes because she was afraid of coming off as rude. It wasn’t until when she began her training when she realized that she had an affinity for the forest. Since then, she’s made a name for herself as a junior Forest Keeper, which was how she later met Connie and Pai when they got lost the first time they arrived.

Now that her health has improved tremendously thanks to advances in medicine, Amina’s able to live more independently without fear. it’s hard to believe that just a year ago, her heart condition had progressed to the point where she had to stay in bed most of the time. Her options at that point was either to wait for an undetermined amount of time for a transplant, or try an experimental surgery that may or may not work with her condition.

After consulting with Nabil, Sadiki, and Cobra, she opted for the latter because she said she was tired of waiting around. At least for her, she said she was told that her chances were much better since she’d lived with this condition her whole life and the progression had been much slower than most patients, most who would’ve been long bedridden by her age. So with that in mind, Amina decided to take that chance.

While Sadiki was helping overthrow the government with Connie and the others, Nabil and Raniya took turns watching over Amina. Nabil said he initially wasn’t too happy about being kept in the dark about the Dharma situation, but he understood why. In fact, he was the one who kinda kicked things off when he told Sadiki that something was off and that he might be in danger. He also helped bail the others out after Nahla got arrested, though that later made him a target.

Funny thing was that just as Amina was recovering, Nabil was the one who needed to be watched over after he got injured in an attack by former Dharma officials. So that gave Raniya another reason to stick around and try to get Amina to become one of her students. Since then, Raniya’s been making regular trips to the village to spoil Amina with treats and books, sort of like an overeager aunt.

While Amina finds Raniya a bit intimidating, she enjoys her company. Nabil and Sadiki can only teach her so much, so Raniya helped out in that aspect, especially with reading and writing, so she’s made tremendous progress on that. Amber noted how much she improved on writing her letters to friends as she became more confident in her writing abilities to the point that she doesn’t have to go to Nabil to proofread before sending them out. Writing letters went from something that made her anxious to something that she looks forward to doing. Now her list of penpals has been growing and I just became her latest one!

Raniya, according to Connie and Talha, is an interesting person. I’ve heard others describe her as eccentric and quirky. Even though she looks to be around my age, she’s actually around 200. The story was that she was investigating ancient ruins with a small team when they got into an accident. Raniya was the only survivor and she was trapped inside for a long time. She managed to find her way out, only to discover that centuries have passed since her disappearance.

Obviously it was a shock to her at first, but she accepted things as they are and carried on with her life. So at times, she’s kinda out of touch as she’s still trying to get used to everything. Amina and Layla admire her for her resilience and how she doesn’t back down, but they also know that she has her struggles as well.

As for this event with the microchips, Raniya’s doing it for personal reasons as well. Before the accident, she built this mechanical crab as a lab assistant with her mother and sister. She had initially assumed that Alyphelia didn’t survive the accident. It wasn’t until recently while adventuring with Connie in the desert when she came across her former lab assistant.

She later found out that Alyphelia had been wandering the desert for years searching for her master, and that her mother and sister wrote letters to her in hopes that she was alive. Because the desert’s so large and it was an isolated area with little to no civilization, the few who encountered Alyphelia didn’t know what to do, so they left her alone.

Connie and Raniya heard about the so-called “wandering crab monstrosity” from some villagers by chance, so they decided to check if that legend was true or just a product of someone’s imagination. That, and also to stop someone from breaking into ruins to scavenge for scrap metal and sell those at exorbitant prices.

By then, Aliphelia’s energy was pushing beyond her limits, so it was a miracle that she still managed to trek through the sands. Even though her vision wasn’t working properly due to wear, she recognized Raniya and used the last of her energy to walk to her, delivering the letters her mother and sister had written over the years.

For now, Aliphelia’s resting in Raniya’s basement as it’ll be a while before she can get up and running again. In the meantime, she took some of Aliphelia’s parts to use on Ivy, a mechanic that Nabil found in the woods and adopted as an assistant. According to Raniya, both mechanics have similar tech, which is why some of Aliphelia’s parts are compatible with Ivy. So, until Raniya can get new parts for both mechanics, Ivy will be making use of them for now.

Raniya would’ve preferred to have the mechanics here to test them out directly, but they’re obviously too big to travel with, especially this far. Not to mention ridiculously expensive. Luckily, we can make smaller and less complex mechanics to test things out, which we need to do anyway. While fixing Aliphelia and Ivy are on top of Raniya’s list, the experiment takes priority. At least she can sort of hit two (or three) birds with one stone.

Like I said, this event’s different than anything I’ve done before, and I quite enjoy it. Talha says most research projects are obviously a lot more complex and involved. However, this one’s a bit more straightforward, especially when a couple people - the experts - are doing most of the heavy lifting while the rest of us follow their instructions. That doesn’t sound too bad. Plus, I got to learn a bunch of cool things along the way!

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[parvulous-writings]

Self Indulgent Headcanon list // Various characters

Request: Would you do me the honor and write something self-indulgent? Something you would love to read or something you imagine to get in the wonderful storyteller mindset to write such compelling stories?Blue❧ 💙

Requested by: The glorious blue anon! ​

Summary: A soft headcanon list for various characters whom I love dearly but rarely have ideas or requests for! 

Warnings:

Notes: I know it’s not a full oneshot or anything like that- but I could not decide between these characters, nor could I think of a fully fleshed plot for any of them (as much muse as I may have sometimes, I struggle to come up with new and/or compelling plotlines for oneshots without some sort of prompting- usually from an outside source). But if you wanted me to expand upon anything I touch on here, please let me know! (Also a couple of them are just me being me, and I apologise for that-) As for inspiration- I’ll write more at the end of everything, should you wish to read it. If not, I shan’t waste anymore of your time :)

Christian (James?)- Moulin Rouge 

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-Though Christian is nothing short of a romantic man, he can also be incredibly nervous. You could have been together a week, a month, a year, even ten years; time with you- particularly sweet and romantic moments- give him the butterflies and the shakes.  -This man has so many ideas for what he would class as the “perfect” date- and if he were honest with himself, the main factor is simply you being there and smiling. That’s his entire goal; if he achieves that, boom, perfect date.  -He lives for your laughter. Anything he can do to cause it, to hear it ring about him like a glorious melody from the stars in the ink velvet sky, you better believe he’ll do it.  -His love language is words of affirmation, and he not only speaks and writes them, but sometimes- if you’ll let him or if he gets almost overly passionate about it-  he’ll belt it from the rooftops. Proclaiming over and over again his love for you, how much you have impacted his life, guided him further into the Bohemian revolution through the experience of love, rather than him having to just believe in it.  -When he’s not with you, he usually can’t get his mind off of when he’ll be able to see you next. He can certainly cope without you, but mostly that’s because he knows you’ll be returning to him and he can see you again. Toulouse has often informed you of Christian singing your praises, unable to stop talking about you and how much better his life is with you now. You are his muse, the thing that keeps him going and gives him all the inspiration he needs to keep going in life, no matter how penniless you both may end up.  -He dedicates his first successful play to you, first and foremost, as well as those in the Moulin Rouge who helped him find himself, and his spark of inspiration (Satine, Toulouse, Zidler, Satie, etc.).

Moira O’Deorain

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-Moira can be one of the softest women on earth, behind closed doors. Usually when she’s tired, or needs some comfort. Even she can’t keep up the cold, and almost heartless demeanour all the time. She may be unethical in her work, but that is her drive for ambition, for change, so she may better the world, her life as well as your own.  -This woman is 6′1, she will be giving you head pats even if you are half an inch shorter than her. She finds it rather amusing. I just... You can’t tell me otherwise, I’m sorry I love this woman too much.  -Her love language is quality time, but also acts of service (but this one is less prominent in day to day life,that’s mostly her work-life in a sense.). She likes reading with or to you. Be it an old play from somewhere on her shelf, or a more science-based novel. Either way, so long as you can curl up together and just spend a little while together out of your rather busy and stressful lives, she is content.  -She has several polaroids of her and you pinned to the walls of her laboratory. She’ll look at them when she’s stressed or slightly overwhelmed to remind herself what she’s working so hard for, why she now persists in her field even more than before.  -Sometimes she’ll let you paint her acrylics. Not often, but occasionally. It’s mostly because it makes you smile, and she does so adore your smile.  -Her favourite genre of music is classical, and she’ll pull you close to sway with you if you pass her whilst she’s listening. 

Alex Law

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-Like when he’s speaking to potential new roommates, Alex likes to pester you with questions. They’re light hearted and don’t always mean that much, but they keep him amused. Sometimes they can be... Strange. Once he asked you “If I got turned into a worm, or a little bug, would you carry me around?” And when you replied with ‘I don’t know’, he took the mickey for you even considering carrying Worm!Alex around.  -Sometimes, he’ll put on some music, anything with a beat, for the two of you to dance along to. Just so he can jump around and make you laugh. One of his favourite albums to dance with you to is one you bought him by Queen. He’ll listen to it when you’re not there, which does annoy Juliet and David a little bit, but he doesn’t care.  -He uses some of the money they got from Hugo to spoil you. Only with little things, that the other two won’t notice. But still, he loves getting you little things, even if he is rather  blasé when he presents the gifts to you.  -Sometimes he’ll feed you some of his crisps. If you’re engrossed in one of his mindless tv shows, he’ll keep pressing a crisp to your lips until you eat it. 

Roman Sionis 

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-Roman does so love to spoil his s/o. Whatever you want, it’s yours, no matter the price. Some drastically expensive piece of clothing or jewelry? He help you put it on himself. The apartment or penthouse you were dreaming of? Consider it yours. So long as you’re with him, you have the entire world at your fingertips.  -Not only does this man have temper tantrums when things don’t go his way, he can also sulk like a toddler. What does this look like? Usually huffing in a chair, or burying his face into you; what part of your body he does not care.  -Even when he’s in the worst of his tantrums or bad moods, he’s never once struck you. He’s come close- he’s raised his hand against you before, but never followed through and hit you. He just can’t bring himself to. If he hurts you, then he truly is a monster. 

Ahsoka Tano 

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-Loves spending time watching sunsets with you. Or sunrises. Either or, she doesn’t really mind all that much. Sunset on Coruscant? Banging. Dual sunsets? Mega. You’ll share heartfelt conversations in the first or last light of the sun(s).  -She can and will make you possibly one of the best cups of tea, probably ever. I’m not sure why, but she seems more of a tea than a coffee person. I haven’t even finished all of the clone wars and I get this vibe. -Honestly I would pay to snuggle with her. Just saying.  I think she gives really warm hugs. :) 

SO, that was my miscellaneous headcanon list! They’re mostly characters that I haven’t written for on this platform before, but I do plan to at some point in the future!   Blue also asked what kind of things I imagine to get into the mindset I need to to write. The answer isn’t always a simple one! Things such as the fandom/character or mood of what I want or need to write can change what kind of media I consume to get the inspiration! For example- for characters such as Alex Law or David Stephens (from Shallow Grave) it can be as simple as watching a few minutes of the film they feature in! But for characters such as Moira O’Deorain, or Jesse McCree it’s usually me playing the game that they feature in (Overwatch), or watching their origin stories. But the media for certain characters aren’t always visual or interactive. For characters such as Karl Heisenberg or Alcina Dimitrescu, I listen to certain musical tracks as I write! Of course, external suggestions help a BUNCH as well. 

Although sometimes I will admit that I’ll imagine these wild, emotionally charged scenarios that pop into my head with certain music (I can get two or three ideas for different fandoms from one song on a good day), but most of the time these are for ocs or the like, so I never really get down to writing them. Though sometimes I will publish one or two, to this Tumblr blog here.  But yes! That’s an explanation of my strange mind when it comes to story-writing! Hope you’re all having a good day/evening, and thank you for reading this far if you get to this point! It means a lot to me! 

[thetravelingmaster]

Triggers & Suggestions

Musings

PSA - So if you don’t like it, just ignore this. 

Today I want to talk about how NOT to be an asshole. @scifiscribbler​, @pruningthemindsgarden​ and others have done posts on this subject and I sadly can’t retrace them at the moment. 

Today I came across a situation that highlighted this subject matter for me in a bad, troubling and very depressing way. 

So here are my thoughts on how to be a better recreational hypnotist.

First of all...

Unless discussion with the subject led you to both agree that they wanted a free public access trigger they can give to whomever they wish, please don’t leave triggers or suggestions that can potentially be used by others. Unsuspecting or otherwise.

We have a beautiful community and we all work to keep it good and wholesome. I won’t bother pointing out the obvious way this can become a foothold for predators and questionably intentioned hypnotists. 

But even good wholesome people can inadvertently trigger someone without meaning to and unless the subject has safeties in place or a strong subconscious to know better, the thrill of the trigger can lead to embarrassing, awkward or even dangerous situations. 

Most subjects will protect themselves and that is fine. But taking the time to craft your suggestions and triggers with embedded safeties takes SECONDS. A well placed phrase added to the trigger takes literally SECONDS and it helps your subject protect themselves and enjoy those triggers in safe ways. 

Some want that danger and humiliation. That’s fine. We all have our kinks here and if both agree, then what the hell? 

But unless that is PREVIOUSLY agreed upon, don’t be an asshole and make sure your suggestions and triggers can only be effective when the subject is safe and wants to indulge in them. Lock them in such a way as they can only be used by you if need be. That’s safer than free access triggers.

But this brings me to talk about HOW you lock a suggestion or trigger...

You can be an asshole by doing that too.

If... Let’s say... You tell your subject that only you can use it. That’s great! But if you go further and lock it in so tightly that even they can’t remove them... That they need special keys or passwords to be able to change or remove them...

THEN YOU ARE BEING A GRADE A CREEPY ASSHOLE.

No discussion. No excuse. 

This is F**ing online hypnosis. RECREATIONAL hypnosis. You aren’t a therapist here. Even if you are one in real life. You NEVER know what can happen down the line and you could very well stop talking to that person, leaving them stuck with triggers no one can remove. 

Or rather... that can only be removed with long professional therapies... 

And THAT’S FU**ING  WRONG.

This is kink people. And sure it’s fun as sweet F**k to play and connect in intimate ways and be owned and exclusive. I’m not saying anything to the contrary. 

But preventing even your SUBJECT from having the power to remove triggers from their minds? That’s gross and unethical on a lot of levels. 

Preventing others, even your own subject, from using a suggestion or trigger?

GOOD!

Preventing others from tampering with your triggers and suggestions?

GOOD!

Preventing your subject from seeking help from others and preventing even THEIR subconscious from tampering and removing your suggestions and triggers?

BAD. WRONG. NO GO.

We all have to remember that even if the subject comes to you to lose control and experience helplessness... 

THEY SHOULD ALWAYS KEEP CONTROL and a way OUT of that surrender. 

Being a subject means trusting your hypnotist with your mind and thoughts. It’s incredibly fulfilling for them, and their hypnotist, when things get intense and triggers work to their best potential.

It’s a gift no hypnotist should ever squander. Be better and lock your suggestions and trigger in a safe way. Be mindful of your words and how they can be interpreted. Be mindful of the possibility that tomorrow might not come for you and your subject.

Always think: If I drop off the face of the earth, will my subject be safe? Will they be able to remove the intense things I implanted in them? Change my words to adapt to their new hypnotist or Dom? 

Will they be able to safely free themselves from my control without therapy?

If you don’t care enough to consider this, then you are an idiot. We are NOT all powerful and our understanding of hypnosis is always evolving. For some, all this doesn’t even apply as they are not very susceptible to suggestions or triggers. Not everyone is the same and every mind is unique.

So hypnotist, take all this to heart and don’t be assholes.

And subjects, don’t throw yourselves mindlessly to the care of a hypnotist you JUST met. Take the time to talk with them and get to know them. If they are unwilling to talk about safeties and your concerns... 

RED F*** FLAG. 

This all being said, I’m no professional in any sense, so please feel free to reblog and add to this. I don’t assume to have all the answers, but I do know what feels right. And locking triggers THAT tightly feels wrong.

So be safe out there and be aware.

And above all... Don’t be assholes... Be better. Learn and adapt.

The Traveling Master

[feverdreamfantasies]

The Birthday Gift

Pairing: Human!Hoseok x Human!Yoongi x Human!Reader, Snow Leopard Shifter!Jimin x Human!Reader

Featuring: German Shepherd Hybrid!Taehyung, Doberman Hybrid!Namjoon, Neighbor!Jungkook, (Jin to make an appearance later)

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Angst, Poly AU, eventual Smut, Producer!Yoongi, Scientist!Hoseok

Warnings: Brief mention of blood, Mention of Hybrid abuse, Some adult language, Mentions of a poly relationship between M x M x F

Summary:  “Hobi! What is he?” Yoongi repeats himself looking from me in the corner over to his boyfriend.

“He’s a shifter.” Hoseok mumbles, hand rising to scratch the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry. What?”

“He’s a shifter! Okay.  I adopted our girlfriend a shifter for her birthday.”

Author’s Notes:   This was an idea I’ve had in my head for a little while and I thought I would go ahead and start writing it. Also since this is the first chapter there’s a lot of background information in this one but moving forward there will be less filler and hopefully more story line progression. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter One:  The ultimate Birthday gift             

Sometimes I wonder how I got here in my life. 

After nearly 5 years of being with Yoongi, I thought I was prepared for anything, but standing here in our neighbor Jungkook’s living room watching his sweet arctic fox hybrid, Sooyun, turn into the vicious predator she truly is; I began to question the choices I’d made that lead me here.

Let me backup a little bit to how I came to witness the scene before me. I was quietly having breakfast earlier this morning when Hoseok made his way loudly down the staircase that led into the kitchen. 

“Have you seen your boyfriend?” He asked with an emphasis on “your”, clearly perturbed with the man in question.

“What’s he done now that makes him ‘my’ boyfriend?” I say while taking a bite of my toast. 

For all the time I have been in a relationship with Yoongi, Hoseok has been with him longer.  The two met in their first year at university and began dating shortly there after.  I came along about four years later, back when I was a shy, young intern for the music company Yoongi was—and is still— a big time producer for.  

I had heard rumors when I first started there that he had a bit of a different romantic life than most. Everyone loved to whisper about the open relationship he and his boyfriend supposedly had. I tried not to listen to the rumors, but I couldn’t deny the big fat crush I had developed on Yoongi either.  I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest every time he walked into the same room as me.  And when he asked me out for drinks one day, all I could do was nod in response because I didn’t have the courage to give a verbal yes. 

I was nervous and apprehensive about possibly going on a date with an already taken man.  But my curiosity got the best of me and I showed up to the bar he had suggested.  He was sweet and kind to me. Being patient with my quietness until I warmed up enough to be able to contribute to our conversation.  

He was also very straightforward and honest with me.  

“I know there are rumors about my personal life in the office.” He stated matter-of-factly, taking a sip of his jack and coke before continuing. “So I’ll admit that I’m kind of surprised you agreed to come out with me tonight.”

I brushed a piece of my hair behind my ear, a nervous habit of mine that brings me an artificial level of comfort.  “To be honest” I swallow “I’m not really sure I was even going to show up.”

“Well I’m glad you did.” He said with his adorable gummy smile.

“And to be upfront about everything, the rumors are true. I do have a boyfriend, and we are in a serious, committed relationship.”

I raise my eyebrows at this. 

“I know what you're thinking.  So then why would I ask a beautiful woman like you out on a date if I’m already spoken for?” 

My heart speeds up when I hear him use the word beautiful.  He leans across the high top table we are sat at, so he can speak lower and not have the other customers at the bar listen in.  

“Hobi and I have always been open to the concept of a polymorphic relationship. We’ve tried in the past with potential romantic partners; but they usually ended up ghosting on one of us, once they figured out what we were looking for.”

“So why do you think I’ll be different?” I question finding some confidence in my voice.  Afterall, it isn’t like Yoongi is talking about some small, trivial thing.  He’s openly discussing with me the potential of starting a romantic journey with him and his boyfriend.  Journey being the only way I can truly describe it because honestly what if this actually became something, what do I say to my parents then? “Mom. Dad.  Meet my boyfriend Yoongi and his boyfriend--slash my other boyfriend--Hoseok.” 

Yeah...this was most certainly going to be a journey.

“Honestly, I’m not sure you will be.  But I like you, Y/N. And from what I’ve told Hoseok so far, he’s interested too.”

I snort at this response.  What possibly could I have done to get Yoongi’s attention that he’d like me, let alone know anything about me enough to want to tell his boyfriend.

“Up until tonight, I’ve barely said anything to you.” I state to the dark haired man across from me.

Yoongi shrugs at this like it doesn’t matter.  “People speak louder with their actions than with their words.”

“Yeah?  And what do my actions say about me?” I ask genuinely.

He doesn’t miss a beat with his response.

 “You’re smart without being pretentious.  You have confidence without arrogance.  And most importantly you’re kind.”

“I’m kind?”

Yoongi nods. 

“A couple of weekends ago I saw you inside the hybrid rescue downtown.  I was going to go in and say hi, but thought that might intimidate you a little bit.” 

He says this last part with a laugh, as my cheeks turn red from the fact I know that would have been true.

“I asked one of your fellow interns, Ilsung, about it.  He said you volunteer there whenever you can.  That you have a real soft spot for hybrids and their rights. Not many people are as compassionate to their causes.  And as someone who has had the honor to adopt two myself, I’m really drawn to others who want to make a difference for them.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m making a difference.” I say sheepishly. “But when I was a kid we had a family cat hybrid named Wendy.  She and I did everything together until they came and took her away when we were both 12.  And let’s just say that made an impact on me.”

When my parents were kids, hybrids were just starting to be introduced to society.  But years prior to that, governments and militaries had been creating and breeding hybrids for years as an experiment to get a defensive edge when it came to warfare. It proved not to be as promising as they had hoped and what ended up happening is they sold their hybrids and hybrid secrets to the highest bidder, which turned out to be a large corporatation.  This corporation in turn introduced cat and dog hybrids to the rest of the world.  Claiming that they were a step above your average household pet and could provide a more fulfilling companion experience.  Hybrids quickly became a hot commodity.  And the black market was soon taking off with their own hybrid creations of more exotic and “dangerous” hybrid breeds.  Soon the hybrids were beginning to outnumber humans 2 to 1 and fear of who they are and what they can do began to take over.

Laws were passed as a means to protect humans. Rather than create laws that stopped the unethical treatment and breeding of hybrids, they were created to limit their rights.  Not completely human but also not completely an animal either, hybrids fell in a category with many blurbed lines.  The laws state all hybrids must have an owner and must either be accompanied by that owner at all times or have a microchip implanted within the back of their necks that can be scanned to indicate they belong to someone.  Any strays were in extreme cases euthanized and in less extreme cases placed in overcrowded shelters and rescue centers, where they would more than likely spend the rest of their lives.  

For those who did get adopted or were bought by breeders, their lives may not be as lucky as those who did not.  It isn’t uncommon for those hybrids adopted to end up in underground hybrid clubs.  These clubs offer humans all sorts of sick fantasies to play out with hybrids.  This can be anything from deadly hybrid fight rings to hybrid brothels where they can use and abuse any female and male hybrids of their choosing. In my time volunteering at the rescue center, I have listened to stories I wouldn’t even wish for my worst enemies to have to endure. 

“Wendy came into my life when on my 5th birthday.  My Mom and Dad had decided I needed a companion.  As an only child with parents who weren't able to have any more kids, my parents thought adopting a hybrid could be the next best thing.  But the year we both turned 12, is the year Wendy started to go through her changes.”

Yoongi listened to my story with great intensity.  

“Of course as humans we all go through puberty between the ages of 11 and 18.  This isn’t uncommon for hybrids either except their changes aren’t typically of the reproductive kind until later in their late teens and early twenties, but what they do change in is behavior.  Their animal instincts can have the potential to become more dominant, leading to aggressiveness and in some cases violence.

When Wendy and I were playing outside one day, a neighbor's hybrid wandered into our backyard where we were.  He looked to be some small wild cat hybrid, probably bought in some shady back room of an outdoor market.  He was around our age if not a little bit older.  He’s name was Yongho and he could hear our laughs from inside his house.  He asked if he could play with us, saying he was lonely being cooped up inside all day.  I was glad to have another person to play with so I said yes immediately without noticing that Wendy was apprehensive.  Her tail was flicking side to side and ears were slightly pinned back, but I thought that was only because she may be jealous of having some of my attention shared with another hybrid.  I chose to ignore her warning signs and suggested a game of tag.

It all seemed to be going fine.  At first I was ‘it’ and although they were both faster than me, Yongho decided to slow down so I could catch him.  But once he was ‘it’ that’s when everything would change to become one of the worst days of my life.”

I paused so I could take a sip of my drink to try and calm myself down.  I hadn’t thought of this day in a really long time and I was struck by the fact that I was so easily sharing it with Yoongi when not even most of my close friends knew what had happened.  Yoongi reached across the table and gently rubbed his thumb over my hand to encourage me to keep going.  

I cleared my throat.

“Because Yongho was a predator hybrid, a game of tag can quickly turn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse.  When Wendy and I ran off in opposite directions after getting a 10-second head start that’s when Yongho’s animal instincts kicked in.  As a slow and small human girl, I became easy prey to the hunter and Yongho began to come after me.  Naive to noticing that anything had changed, I giggled as I tried to dodge around the trees in our backyard to create obstacles between us.  And when I turned around to see how close he was that’s when I saw the predatory look in his eyes.  I gave a small but effective scream which in turn caught the attention of Wendy.  She halted in the direction she was going before quickly turning around.  I in the meantime froze out of fear.  Yongho slowed but didn’t stop moving toward me.  He staked his way closer in the same way you would see a lioness do through the brush on a nature show before she pounced on an antelope.  And unfortunately for me, I was that antelope.  Just as Yongho pounced with claws out, Wendy intercepted him and they both tumbled to the ground, rolling around and making animalistic noises I had never heard before.  

This got the attention of my mother.  Who once she came outside to see what was happening began yelling for my dad.  He ran out and grabbed me.  Easily picking me up and throwing me inside the house ordering me to lock the door and telling my mother to call HES (hybrid emergency services).  My dad tried to get Yongho off of Wendy when he had managed to pin her to the ground while I burst into tears once the adrenaline started to wear off.  HES showed up quickly, but not fast enough to stop Wendy from accidentally scratching my dad.  She was aiming for Yongho when my father’s arm got in the way and left a deep wound along his forearm which instantly began to bleed.  Because hybrid laws take all cases of violence toward a human seriously, HES not only took Yongho away but they also took Wendy.  My father spent the next several weeks in court trying to get her back saying she had scratched him with no ill intention but they wouldn’t listen.  The only thing they could offer was for us to send her off to a reform facility, where she would spend the next three years, in hopes that maybe once she had gone through the proper reform training then she would be able to come home.  My parents agreed to send her off, but 6 months after she arrived they claimed she had ran away, only to find out in the news a few years later that this reform facility was secretly selling desirable hybrids off to private sellers and the black market.  I haven’t seen her since.”

Things between us got really quiet after I told my story.  Yoongi continued to rub my hand before noticing that my eyes were watery.  Tears threatening to come cascading down.  He sprung into action and leapt off his stool scooping me up into a hug. 

“I’m so sorry” he whispered.  

I could hear the sincerity in his voice and felt overwhelmingly comforted within his embrace.  I thought right then and there that I never wanted him to let me go.  And I didn’t care if that meant I had to share him with someone else because at that moment it felt like I was always supposed to be his.

Shortly thereafter I met Hoseok face to face.  The three of us went on a date to a nice restaurant to see how we would all get along.  The date went exceptionally well, as did the next one, and the one after that.  After a couple months, the three of us went away for the weekend and discussed the next steps for our future.  It was decided that we would all move in together and start a relationship that would define my next five years. 

Looking over at Hobi now with his brows crossed and a mild look of exhaustion on his face.  I couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“He promised me he would come home last night so he could be here for your birthday this morning.”

“Yoongi is here.” I say. “Also nice of you to wish me a Happy Birthday.”

He rolled his eyes before walking over to me and kissing me on the forehead. “He didn’t come to bed last night.” He responds as he releases me.

“That’s because he came to my bed,” I say with a teasing grin.

Once we moved into this house, it was decided that Yoongi and Hoseok would share a room while I had my own.  I didn’t mind it much because Yoongi would often sneak into my bed once Hobi fell asleep.  Or if Yoongi was at the studio all night then one of our hybrids would cuddle up with me, especially Taehyung.

Speaking of which, the German Shepherd hybrid came bounding through the backdoor.  A smile on his face and a bouquet of wildflowers clutched in his hand.

“Happy Birthday Y/N!”

“I got you these!” He thrust the wildflowers toward me.  Tail wagging rapidly behind him.

“Thank you Tae.” I take the flowers from him smelling them in the process. “These are beautiful.”

He’s smile grows wider.  Taehyung was one of the two hybrids Hoseok and Yoongi had adopted before I joined their family. Well adopted was not really the correct term to use.  Hoseok worked as a scientist for the government.  And though they had supposedly moved on from the hybrid world, the three of us knew that wasn’t true.  Hoseok started working there right out of college.  Initially he was told he was there for human medical purposes, specifically in terms of medicine and vaccine studies.  However, while that was mostly true, Hoseok discovered one day by accident that there were also medical experiments being done on hybrids in ways that they would never imagine doing to humans.

From that moment on, Hoseok took it upon himself to make changes but he’d have to climb his way to the top in order to make any real change.  Now being the second in command to the head of the medical research team, Hobi had more privileges to know what happened in the hybrid labs but still didn’t have full command of what went on in there.  But that didn’t stop him from managing to rescue a couple in the process.

I didn’t really know all that had happened to Taehyung and Namjoon--our Doberman hybrid--while they were in that lab, but I knew that it made them respond to things in opposite ways.  Taehyung was clingy and loveable.  Namjoon was a little standoffish at first but if I played my cards right he could be putty in my hands.

“Where do you want to eat tonight?” Hobi asked.

“You guys aren’t going to make me a homemade meal.” I whine.

“If you want food poisoning then I would be more than happy to make you whatever you would like.  Or if you don’t mind eating until almost 2 in the morning then I’ll ask Yoongi what he wants to make tonight.”

I stick my tongue out at him.  I hate his reasoning sometimes.

“In that case, I’ll have to get back to you on that.”

“We all know that you’ll choose the same place you always do.” A sleepy Yoongi says with a yawn.  His hair slightly sticking up in the back indicating he had just climbed out of bed. 

He walks over to me, sliding into the booth of our breakfast nook and kisses me gently. 

“Happy Birthday Princess.” He says in his deep groggy voice.

“I’m surprised you're up already.” I state as I fed him some of my breakfast.  He takes a bite and swallows before responding.  

“Someone made a pretty severe threat of laundry duty if I didn’t show up this morning. And we all know if I’m on laundry duty for a full month, we will all be deeply sorry.”

We enjoy the rest of our morning with happy banter and cuddles on the couch.  With a momentary appearance from Namjoon with a quick Birthday greeting before he went on his jog.

As I flipped through the options on Netflix with Tae asleep with his head in my lap, Hoseok’s phone rang which he picked up and answered in his office down the hall.  Yoongi and I gave a brief glance at each other figuring it was probably from work before Hoseok quickly ran out of his office and out the front door as though the house was on fire.  

We look at each other again before quickly getting off the couch to follow him.  Taehyung whines in protest as he loses the warmth of my lap before climbing back onto the couch and quickly falling back asleep.  

Hoseok goes over to our neighbor’s house, lifting his arm up to knock on the door when Jungkook opens it with a “Thank God!”

“I thought you said he’d be fine here.” Hoseok says as he follows Jungkook into his living space noticing the low growls of Sooyun coming from within.  He hesitates a moment before seeing why Sooyun is making that noise.

He quickly gets his answer as he sees Sooyun with teeth bared at a cowering figure in the corner.  He realizes her aggression is toward his Birthday gift for Y/N.  While he knew that Y/N was easily loved by Taehyung and Namjoon, they weren’t necessarily her hybrids.  Tae belonged to Yoongi and Namjoon was Hoseok’s, who he adopted at the first chance after that fateful day he walked into the hybrid lab by accident.  So he figured Y/N needed her own companion and it gave him an excuse to bring home another rescue.

“Well aren’t you going to do something.” He says to Jungkook, calmer than he felt. 

“Me?  He’s your hybrid.” Jungkook says incredulously.

“Technically he isn’t a hybrid.” 

“Then what is he?”  Yoongi says behind Hobi, scaring his younger boyfriend in the process.  I stand beyond them watching Jungkook’s normally sweet hybrid looking like the true predator she is before moving my eyes to the other hybrid--or rather not hybrid--sitting in the corner with his knees up to his chest.  My heart instantly breaks at the sight in front of me and I feel the need to protect him.

“Hey! Enough.” 

My voice is loud and clear.  Commanding but not violent, just enough to get Sooyun’s attention.  A skill I learned at all my years volunteering at the rescue. She backs away and hides behind Jungkook as though she hadn’t done anything wrong to be treated this way.  Jungkook pats the hand she rests on his arm, clutching onto his shirt sleeve. White ears pinned back to her equally pure white hair.

I take that time to move to her victim. Taking slow movements making sure not to scare him even more. “Hello.” I say getting him to look up at me with his light grey eyes.  He has soft features but an intense gaze.  I reach my hand out to help him off the floor.  He hesitates before deciding to trust me and stands up into his full height.  He isn’t large but he is taller than me, about the same size as Yoongi. 

“Hobi! What is he?” Yoongi repeats himself looking from me in the corner over to his boyfriend.

“He’s a shifter.” Hoseok mumbles, hand rising to scratch the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry. What?”

“He’s a shifter! Okay.  I adopted our girlfriend a shifter for her birthday.”

It gets suddenly very quiet. I look back over at the shifter in question, his hand still in mine.  Yoongi is visibly getting angry, but still trying to remain somewhat calm.

“What the fuck is a shifter, Hobi?  Like a werewolf.  Did you bring home a werewolf?”

“Don’t be ridiculous! Werewolves aren’t real.  He’s a snow leopard shifter.”

For the genius Hoseok actually was he could really do some dumb things, I think as Yoongi comes towards us and pulls me away but not with some resistance from the other person holding my hand. Yoongi drags me aways while also grabbing Hoseok by the shoulder to guide us outside.

Once we step into the front yard, Yoongi turns Hobi around to look at him but doesn’t let me go.

“You know you’ve done some stupid shit in the 9 years we’ve been together, but this might easily top the list.  I mean what the hell were you thinking!  Where do you even get a snow leopard shifter?”

“The same place I got Taehyung and Namjoon.  Just there was more paperwork involved and lots of background checks.  And possibly some surveillance on the house for a week or two.”  He throws the last part in quickly as though we won’t notice that he agreed to have us be watched by a government entity without getting our consent first.

“He’s going back.” 

“What?! No!”  This protest comes from me this time.  I don’t know what a shifter is, but I do know some of what happens in the labs and he isn’t going back if I have anything to say about it.

“Yes. He. Is.” Yoongi states, as though the decision is final and begins to walk back toward the house only to stop halfway when he realizes none of us are following.

“We can’t keep him.” He states again.

“But why not?” Hobi and I pout at the same time.

Usually if one of us goes against Yoongi we don’t stand a chance at winning, but if we team up together then things inevitably go our way.

“He’s probably dangerous. I mean I still don’t know what he really is.” He stares at Hoseok on this last point.

“Shifters are what the military attempted after the hybrid experiment failed.  Essentially, through their research they found that though hybrids are stronger than humans they still aren’t as strong as a real true animal.  But you can’t fully control or command an animal, especially not a predatory animal like a tiger or lion…”

“Or a snow leopard.” Yoongi offered.

“Right.  Anyways, there was a researcher about thirty years ago who thought what if you could create a breed of human that could, when needed, shift into full animal form.  Lots of people laughed at him for this, but that didn’t stop him from running experiments on his own before a top personnel in the government decided to back him on his research.  It didn’t take him long, about five years before he got his first successful generation of shifters. Listen, I know you don’t like it Yoongi and you probably think he’s dangerous.  But he’s been kept in that lab his whole life.  And I promise you that we have nothing to fear with him.  In fact, shifters are much safer than hybrids.”  Hoseok added as a last minute plea.

Yoongi  slowly let out a sigh.  “Fine. But…” he quickly adds before Hobi and I get too excited. “If anything happens to a member of our household because of him, then he has to go somewhere else.”

“You have my word that nothing will happen.”

I grab Yoongi and Hobi into a hug in my excitement.  “So what’s his name?”

“Jimin.”

[allegra-writes]

"Cherry"

Peter Parker x SHIELD Agent! Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut. Dom!Peter, jealous, Possesive!Peter, rough sex.

Weeks after the island, Peter finally sees you again. But you aren't alone...

Part of the "Fine Line" series but you don't need to have read that first.

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Peter couldn't breath. His clothes felt stiff and restrictive, the bowtie, suffocating. This was a bad, bad idea. He wasn't cut for this. He was just a Parker, not a Stark, he had spent most his life trying to be invisible, not even getting superpowers had changed that. He had never wanted to stand out. He didn't want to be seen, to be recognized. 

Even Quentin Beck had realized that. That's why he had done what he had, because he knew it would be the best way to ruin Peter's life. It had been almost a month since his return from Eroda, since Pepper and Fury had managed to clear his name and expose Quentin Beck as the fraud he was, trying to frame Peter for his murder with an adulterated video out of jealousy and envy. The greedy, insane employee gone mad after being overlooked in favor of the young intern, chosen by Tony Stark himself to be his successor. Spider-Man had just been doing his job as Peter's bodyguard when the incident at the bridge happened.

That was the official story, and the press had bought it with gusto, plastering the wide eyed boy's face on every cover, every paper, every magazine, every news site. A few weeks later, he was pretty much America's new sweetheart. Everybody knew his name. Everybody knew his face. His anonymity was gone.

Quentin Beck had won. 

And now, there he was, being blinded by flashing lights, walking the red carpet of his first gala as the official heir of Stark Industries… two seconds away from throwing up.

"Breathe, Peter" Pepper whispered to him, voice calm and reassuring, "Just focus on a point above their heads, and keep your head high" 

She took a step forward and Peter couldn't help but stare: she looked like a queen in her white gown, complete with cape and everything. She was an elegant woman but it wasn't just about her beauty, it was about the power, the authority she commanded, every eye in that red carpet had no choice but to focus on her. 

Tony had been like that too, albeit in a different way: charismatic and bigger than life. Peter wondered how anybody could look at him, awkward and pasty, and think he was related to the man. Because he knew what people were saying...

"Parker, how are you holding up, mate?" A tall, blond boy patted his back, pulling him out of his thoughts. Harry Osborn, the only person there to introduce himself to Peter and actually take the time to try and make him feel comfortable. At first Peter had thought it had something to do with his family being the one hosting the gala but the youngest Osborn wasn't exactly famous for his good manners or decorum. 

"I think I'm about to have a panic attack" more like sensory overload, but Peter wasn't sure how could he explain something like that to his new friend.

"Well, you are not hungover and puking on the photographers" The blond flashed him a brilliant smile, "so you're already doing better than me on my first red carpet"

Peter couldn't help the burst of laughter, but far from offended, Harry's grin turned even brighter. The flashes went wild.

"There you go, that should make for better photographs than the deer-in-the-headlights look you were sporting"

Peter offered him a grateful smile,

"Thanks dude, really"

"Don't mention it" Harry shook his head, "You're actually doing me a favor, letting me hang out with you. You're saving me from looking all lonely and pathetic in front of these vultures, since apparently I have been stood up..."

Peter stared at the blond in surprise. With those sharp cheekbones and icy blue eyes, it was hard to believe any girl could resist him. He suddenly felt a lot less bad about showing up dateless. 

"Alright, we've spent about fifteen minutes out here, we can go in now" Harry instructed, already a pro at this kind of event, gesturing for Peter to follow. 

He noticed the whispers as they walked into the massive lobby together, Oscorp and Stark Industries were rivals, just as Norman Osborn and Tony Stark used to be. His mentor used to find the other billionaire shady and his experiments, unethical. Even now, Pepper's and Norman's relationship was strained, at best, so seeing both heirs so friendly with each other was a little shocking. But if Harry didn't care about that, neither would Peter. Whatever sins the father had committed, he wasn't going to hold them against the son. That wasn't Peter's style. 

"So, what do you think of your first gala, so far?" Harry sauntered in front of him, stealing two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and handling one to Peter.

"Oh, I- I don't drink, thank you"

"Good, that's a wise choice, don't change it" Harry praised, taking the glass back and downing that one too. Peter shook his head.

"I like it," He replied, looking around at the huge salon decked in lavished green and silver banners, the tables gilded with intricate floral arrangements, the huge shiny dance floor in the middle. "Stark Industries' is having one for Christmas, but it's going to be held at a hotel…"

Harry made a face,

"Yeah, that would be the norm, actually. But my father wanted to have it here this year, to prove the facilities are safe, you know?"

Peter thought back to that fatidical field trip all those years ago, to this very same building, when he was bitten by a stray radioactive spider that had escaped one of the labs. He hummed noncommittally. He seriously hoped mister Osborn was right, for the good of everyone attending the party, Harry included. Because truth was he really liked his new friend, he made everything easier just by offering Peter his company, by giving him someone his age to talk too, amongst all those old, stuck up gazillionaires that stared at him with curiosity at best, and open contempt at worst. 

But of course all good things had to come to an end, such was the Parker luck. Harry took his vibrating cell phone out of his pocket.

"Would you look at that! It seems my date has finally arrived" He announced, eyes glued to the screen, smitten smile on his face, "One would think an influencer would jump at the chance of being photographed by the press at a red carpet… But not her, of course. No, she arrives an hour late… I'll go find her, be right back, Parker"

That was when he saw you. Entering the ballroom, a siren in your long golden dress, scanning the crowd. You looked stunning, hair longer, lighter, done in elegant waves cascading down your back.   Your smile was dazzling as you found what you were looking for, and Peter didn't see his new friend make his way to you, entranced as he was by your mere presence.

Until he reached your side, and kissed your lips. 

Harry Osborn offered you his arm, and you took it graciously, and he walked you through the room, proud swag on his steps as he introduced you to practically everyone in the party, Peter's heart breaking a little more with every step you took towards him.

He hadn't heard from you since the island, and now he knew why: You had already found someone new. Someone better, more handsome, and classier than Peter. Than the awkward boy you had been sent to protect. 

Because underneath the Stark's money and his spider powers, that was all Peter was: some orphan kid from Queens who didn't belong. Harry could take you on dates to fancy restaurants without mispronouncing the names of the dishes, he could take you walking around his mother's art gallery in the upper east. He, with his aristocratic features, his british boarding school accent, his old family money, was a much better fit for a princess like you. You wanting Peter had never made much sense anyway. 

And you looked good on Harry's arm, better than ever, actually. You looked happy. Peter hated it, and he hated himself for it. 

"Parker! I want you to meet my date, Sixtine Boucher, influencer, it girl, philanthropist..." Harry was saying, suddenly in front of him, but Peter wasn't listening. You were there, close enough to touch, in the flesh. He could hear your heartbeat, smell you, sunshine and sweetness under the chemical tang of your expensive perfume for the first time after so long and it was almost overwhelming.

"S-Sixteen?"

"Sixtine" You corrected him, sighing as if it was something you did all the time and you were tired of it, "Bonsoir, Peter."

You sounded… funny. 

"You know each other?" Harry's voice asked, politely curious.

"We met during vacation, at the…" You trailed off, eyes meeting Peter in a silent request to play along, disguised as a struggle to find the right words, “... Comment dis-tu ‘plage’ en anglais?”

"Beach" Provided Peter, his brain catching up at last "Yeah, at the beach… when I was on vacation… a-at the french riviera"

"What a small world!" Harry chuckled but it sounded nervous, uncertain. No doubt he could feel the tension between the two of you, growing with every passing second. Along with Peter's understanding. The hair, the dress, the french accent? It was a costume, you were a spy after all. You weren't there for leisure, you were there for work. This was a mission. Harry was your target, or maybe your cover. Whatever it was, it wasn't you. It wasn't real. 

But then again, had Peter really met the real you? After all, not that long ago he had been your mission too…

When the next waiter passed in front of him, Peter stopped him. It probably would no nothing to his spider metabolism, but alcohol was looking more and more like a good idea. He had a feeling he was going to need all the help possible to get through the night. Harry arched a brow but luckily didn't comment, as he was beginning to get a clearer idea about how you and the brown eyed boy knew each other.

A glint on your cleavage caught Peter's eyes and he frowned. There, hanging from a long gold chain, nested between your breasts and almost completely hidden by the, admittedly low cut, neckline of your dress, rested a familiar crystal sunflower. The cheap jewel didn't match your cover, or your outfit, the only reason why you could be wearing it, was him. 

He nodded, almost imperceptibly, letting you know he understood, and you let out the breath you were holding. 

But awareness didn't make watching you, plastered to Harry's side all night any easier. It didn't stop him from seeing red every time you called Harry "baby", the endearment close enough to the "baby boy" you used for Peter to feel like a betrayal. It definitely didn't save the glass of wine he was holding from shattering under his grip as he saw you sneak outside of the room with him in the middle of dinner.

"Peter! Are you alright?" Pepper fussed over his hand, looking for cuts, and motioning to a waiter to help clean the shards of glass from the table.

"Yeah" He murmured, distractedly, eyes never leaving the doorway you had disappeared through, "I-I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me"

He didn't even wait for Mrs. Stark's reply as he got up from the table, giving chase to you and your date through corridors and elevators, following your giggles and the faint trace of your perfume. His persecution led him to the upmost floor of the building, where a single mahogany awaited him, but the fingertip scanner on the lock told him he wasn't going to be able to open it. 

He cursed, barely catching himself from making a dent on the wall with a punch. You were doing your job, that was all, he repeated, like a mantra. Whatever was happening behind that door meant nothing. You were wearing his sunflower, that had to mean something, it had to.

After a few minutes, that felt like hours to him, the door opened.

"Peter! Shit, I was hoping you would be smarter than to follow me!" You hissed, as he pushed you back, stepping inside the room and closing the door behind him.

"Where is Harry?" 

"Knocked out in the bathroom" You pointed at a door by the side. Peter took a look around the room, by far the biggest, most luxurious office he had ever seen in his entire life. And he had been inside Pepper's so that was saying something. The view of the Manhattan skyline through the floor to ceiling window was nothing short of breath taking. "I just needed him to get in here"

"Right. Of course. I knew that" 

You squinted in suspicion at his flat tone,

"Pete, are you… jealous?" You smirked, amused. But Peter wasn't in the mood for your teasing, his patience finally reaching its limit.

He was on you in a heartbeat, pushing you back against the wall, caging you with his body. There was a dangerous, possessive spark in his eyes that you had never seen before. One that promised trouble for you. 

"So what if I am?" He challenged, bracing himself on one hand on the wall next to your head, the other one slipping through the high slit on the skirt of your dress, fingertips digging on the sensitive skin at the inside of your thighs, "So what if every time I saw him put his hands on you tonight, I wanted to break his fingers? What if every time he kissed you, I felt like dying?" 

The pain was evident in his voice, breaking your heart a little. But this was you, you were a special agent, this was what you did. Peter had said he wanted you, wanted to get to know the real you. Well, this was it. 

"I'm not going to apologise for doing my job…" 

"I'm not asking you to" He interrupted

"Then what are you asking of me?" 

Peter pinned you with a long, considering look and you did your best not to squirm under its intensity.

"I'm not asking anymore, mon chérie " he finally spoke, "I'm taking"

He crushed his mouth, and his body, to yours, trapping you under his familiar weight and, for the first time since returning from the island, you felt home. He tasted like wine, and the cherries from dessert and heat. You had almost forgotten how his warmth felt like sunlight against your skin, until every starved pore opened to soak him up. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, making you moan. God, how you had missed him on your lips! 

You must have said it out loud, because you felt his smile against your jaw as he broke the kiss to let you breathe. 

"Did you, now?" He inquired, nuzzling down your neck, "Where else did you miss me, cherry?" 

You felt his long, talented fingers find their goal, tugging your underwear to the side, slipping into you with no warning once he realized how ready you already were for him.

"Did you miss me here? Did you miss me inside you?" 

There was a buzzing in your coms and the reality of what was about to happen, andwhere it was about to happen hit you like a bucket of cold water. 

"Peter, wait, not here!" Peter ignored you, lips latching onto the spot just under your ear that Peter knew made you see stars. He couldn't wait, couldn't tear himself away from you, from your body. You were already breathing hard and he knew your halfhearted resistance wasn't going to last much longer. He speeded up the movement of his fingers inside you, tearing an involuntary cry out of your mouth. He was working you expertely, wave after wave of wetness bathing his hand, undeniable proof of your pleasure. 

"Gonna leave so many pretty marks on you..." He promised, puncturing his words by biting down, hard, on the column of your neck, "Everybody's going to know who you really belong to..."

"Peter, please!" You sobbed, implored.

"Want me to stop baby girl? Really?"

You shook your head no. You didn't, you couldn't. Fuck the mission, fuck Oscorp, you only wanted to feel him. It had been too long, way too long. You took your coms out of your ear and smashed it under your hill. You'd deal with Hill later. 

Peter slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders, lowering his face to your exposed chest, all wet lips and hot tongue as you hurriedly undid his button and zipper, finally freeing his angry, hard member. You pumped him once, and he bit on your nipple with enough strength to draw a single, sweet drop of blood. 

"Oh god… feels so good" Peter's words were muffled against your collar bone, as he stretched you, burying himself deep inside you, as far as he would go, "being one with you again…"

"I missed you" You confessed, "so much, baby boy!"

Peter leaned back, stormy eyes capturing yours, holding you hostage,

"Oh no, my cherry, after your little stunt calling Harry baby all night?" He tsked, "No, you don't get to call me that anymore… now, you're gonna call me 'daddy'"

With that, he started thrusting up into you roughly, hips almost cruel in their onslaught as they slammed into you, truly railing you against the wall, unyielding, unrelenting. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding on for dear life, taking what he gave you like a good girl cause that was what Peter needed from you. 

But god, did it feel good! His large thick cock, hard as vibranium, stretching you to your limits, a fit so tight you could feel every bump, every vein, as he hit all the secret spots inside you, tearing the pleasure out of you. Your orgasm was building fast, so fast it made you dizzy with the way all your blood rushed to your center. As your walls began to quiver around him, and you met Peter's fierce, furious face, you knew he wasn't going to be satisfied with just the one. Oh, no, he was going to rip out at least one more orgasm from your ravished body before releasing you. Undoubtedly not before marking you from the inside with his own release, you had long ago learned Peter was animalistic like that, all higher reasoning disappearing when it came to making you his. 

"Tell me you're mine" he breathed, demanding, against your cheek, hand sneaking between your bodies to tease your pearl, making you explode in sensation, and prolonging your climax, keeping you there where he wanted you, right on your peak until you were at the edge of sanity, your brain unable to process that much pleasure so suddenly and for so long.

You tried, but you couldn't remember how to form words, the only sound leaving your lips a delirious,

"Peter!"

"Say it, my cherry" he insisted, feeling his own release approach much quicker than he would like, but it just had been so long, and he had missed you so much and you just felt so fucking good  "let me hear you say you're mine as I make you come again…"

"Yes!" You cried, finally finding your voice, "I'm yours, Peter… only yours!"

"Damn right… all mine… only mine…"

He was almost there, and judging from the way your muscles were tensing and locking around him again, Peter knew you were too. But something was going on outside, his super hearing catching the sound of the elevator doors, and footsteps on the hallway. Still, he couldn't stop. He was so close, so fucking close… He had to come, had to make you come, before they did. There were voices outside, one of them he even recognized, telling the others to stop, to listen. Peter sneaked an arm around your waist, getting you away from the wall, moving you up and down his cock at inhuman speed, and he finally felt you fall apart. He came with a final cry of triumph… right as the doorknob started to turn. 

Faster than any human could, he ran behind the door, with you still in his arms, to buy himself a couple of seconds as he slipped out of you, fixing your dress so you were completely covered before even thinking about tucking himself back inside his pants. 

"Oh, for fucks sake!" Norman Osborn's exasperated voice was the first thing your pleasure addled brain was able to process as you stood on shaky legs, Peter's frame still hiding you from view. He took of his suit jacket, helping you put your hands through the sleeves and fastening it close.

"Put down your weapons, you goons! High security breach?.. Horny teenagers are not a menace, I should know!" Norman was still yelling at his guards. Peter turned around to face the old man, and you muffled your histerical laugh against his sweaty back, breathing him in. 

"S-sir… sorry, we-we we-were just" Peter babbled, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh, save it, boy! I know exactly what you were doing, this whole place stinks of sex!" 

You snorted and Norman finally seemed to notice who you were,

"I'm sorry, weren't you my son's date?"

You could only laugh harder.

"He passed out" provided Peter, as innocently as he managed, "in the bathroom"

"He's in the…" the billionaire's eyes widened, "Wait, you… you three were…"

"He really liked Peter" You announced, unhelpfully, fake accent restored. 

"Ignore her, please" Peter sounded apologetic, not wanting the blonde boy that had so kindly offered his friendship to him to face unjust consequences for his own fuck up "Harry has nothing to do with this. My girlfriend was just trying to make me jealous. It worked. Harry's only mistake was to get drunk"

Norman rolled his blue eyes, so alike his son's,

"A common mistake for him. Trust me, boy, you don't need to make excuses for him… God knows I got tired of making them myself a long time ago." He sighed, gesturing to his guards to check on Harry inside the bathroom.

"Now, get out of here, both of you, so I can call the cleaning crew… not Tony's son my ass, this is the exact same shit your father used to pull at all my parties!"

Peter opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but you tugged on his arm, it was pointless to try and deny it, Osborn senior was never going to believe him. 

Peter took your hand,

"Right. Of course… we'll be… going, then"

You chuckles at his cute, nervous babbling became a full on belly splitting laugh as you ran out of the office and locked yourselves inside the elevator. 

"Oh my god, his face!" You clutched at your stomach, doubled over, "that was… the best alibi in history! They didn't even search me!!" You showed Peter the tiny pendrive with S.H.I.E.L.D's logo where you had copied all the information inside Norman Osborn's computer. Peter tilted his head in confusion,

"Six, where were you even keeping that?!" Osborn's security might ot have searched you, but his own had been… pretty thorough. 

You merely winked, 

"Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?"

This time, it was Peter's turn of barking a laugh. He pulled you to him, kissing your forehead.

"Come on, let's find Happy and tell him to get the car. I want to get out of here…"

And he was taking you home with him. 

To be continued...

[awed-frog]

Hello! I see that people are asking you about diets right now. I started living independently fairy recently, and I still haven't figured out an ideal way of feeding myself. Not sure if my autism plays a role here, or if it's just me being inexperienced, but would you maybe happen to have any advice for NT people regarding food? Like how I can get myself to eat enough fruits + vegetables and how I can keep from eating the same two dishes for the rest of my life (I WILL, if I don't pay attention)

Hi, thanks for the message! I’d say first of all take it easy, planning your meals + groceries is harder than people think, especially in the beginning. Just remember not to buy too much (produce will go bad, stuff like flour will develop flies) and take it easy. I can suggest a few things:

1) If you can, get good cooking appliances, especially a rice cooker or multicooker or Instant Pot, depending on where you live and what’s available. A rice cooker is a good option because they’re generally cheap, but most of them can only handle white rice, which isn’t the most nutritious meal. I finally got myself a multicooker two years ago and I’m really happy. You may have to experiment a bit in the beginning, but it halves the time you spend in the kitchen, can reheat food, and also makes things like bread and yogurt.

2) If you have a freezer, use the hell out of it. The best option for varying your meals is to always cook twice the portion and freeze half. If you don’t have a big freezer, remember that most vegan meals will also keep fairly well in the fridge for a couple of days, so you could eat your delicious meal both on Thursday night and for lunch on Saturday, which is Not Bad. You can also look up ways to freeze vegetables and fruits - I started keeping batches readily available to add to soups, stir-frys, and fruit purees/smoothies.

3) Be realistic. Like, unless you’re a Michelin cook, you’ll need some time to learn a new or complicated recipe, so start trying on a Saturday and give yourself a few tries. And if you get home really late, you probably won’t want to spend two hours in the kitchen, so either prep your meals beforehand (you can find tons of good advice online), or keep some ingredients for a quick meal (like a pesto sauce or ready-made dips).

4) Pantry, pantry, pantry. Most cookbooks will have a pantry list in the first pages, and those are the first things you need to buy. Remember that if you keep the same old recipe but swap out ingredients, you’ll magically have different dishes and you’ll get a lot of nutritional benefits because you’re eating different stuff! For instance, for a quick meal you can make hummus but use borlotti beans instead of chickpeas, or peanut butter instead of tahini. Why not? God is not watching. 

5) Change up your greens. For your produce: if you live on your own, don’t buy too much, and choose variety instead. For instance: weekly, only buy two kinds of fruits (one perishable you’ll eat first, like stone fruits or berries, and one that’ll last longer, like bananas, apples or pears) and three kinds of vegetables (one cruciferous: cauliflower or broccoli, for instance; one root: turnips or carrots or sweet potatoes; and one leafy green: spinach, Swiss chards, kale and so on), plus mushrooms (a nutritional godsend and very yummy) + onions and garlic. Add whatever salad material is in season (summer or winter greens, zucchini, beets, avocado) and you’re basically all set. By thinking in terms of categories instead of specific foods, you’ll ensure variety without too much effort.

6) Stick to easy cooking. As for meals: you don’t actually need a lot of fancy recipes. Find two or three things you like to cook, and repeat them twice or three times a week. By alternating your lunches and dinners, and swapping out ingredients a bit (one evening rice, the other barley, for instance; one lunch roasted pumpkin, the next one roasted Brussel sprouts) you can cook on autopilot while still ensuring you’re getting your nutrients and don’t get bored.

7) Cheat. If you struggle to eat your veggies, there are tricks you can use. For instance, smoothies and soups are good ways to eat tons of stuff fairly easily. If you eat cheese, it will make anything taste good - although garlic has the same effect and zero bad fats. Nutritional yeast is also something most people love. Adding finely chopped veggies to a normal tomato pasta sauce is another way of hiding a few greens without much effort. You can find a lot of recipes for ‘hidden’ fruits and veggies by looking up parenting tips - and remember that the way you cook stuff also changes the flavour considerably, so if you don’t like steamed zucchini, try roasting them, or adding them to a stir-fry, a soufflé, a savoury bread and so on.

8) No rules apply. And finally, remember you’re an adult now, and if you decide that you want to try miso soup and fried rice for breakfast, or that Friday night is ice-cream-instead-of-dinner night, that’s perfectly alright. You don’t have to cook for yourself for every single meal, or stick to your own culture and family traditions for what is acceptable to do.

Also: a slightly unethical life tip. On b-ok, you’ll find most cookbooks that exist - for free. If you need ideas, you can look up a book on Amazon, see if it looks good, then download it on b-ok. I’d suggest trying three or four recipes and if you like them - and can afford it - buying the real book to support the author. I sometimes do this because you can’t always tell at a glance if a cookbook is what you’re looking for or not, so this makes it easier to decide what to buy.

Good luck and happy cooking!

[mevekagvain]

Chapter 93 - Fancy chair, love it.

- So my theory is that Raizel just never learnt how to write in Lukedonian either.

- Tbh the janitor is suspicious. Like how hard was he googling M-21?

Chapter 94 - SUYIIIIIIIIIIII

- Ah geez the first of the racistly depicted characters.

Chapter 96 - Suyi getting mad at the kids for complaining about Hansu is so funny like when she first appears you think she's perhaps a stuck up celebrity or a pushover but it turns out she's just a really sweet friend.

- Suyi being stunned by Rai's looks but not falling for him (same with Yuna) is one of the things I always liked about Noblesse. Like sure in the first meeting they get blushy but I'll just jot that down to the inherent beauty of nobles since I can't relate to it at all.

Chapter 97 - Frankenstein's house always being stocked with so much food because the kids just started coming over daily is hilarious. Even funnier since Frankenstein obviously thinks it's overkill but is the one stocking up anyway.

Chapter 98 - Regis and Seira 🥺 Seira's og outfit was the best one she had like it only goes downhill from here folks.

Chapter 99 - It would have been so funny if Frankenstein went "they must be cosplayers" instead of realising the two were nobles.

- Regis taking all the initiative shows how it's his roadtrip coming of age journey which is pretty clever. Also Seira's just like that but still.

- Shinwoo stop exercising in class bro. Do not flex on the rest of us this is so rude 😭😭😭

- Regis confidently saying he's a noble in class to humans he doesn't plan on mind controlling... Baby boy why are you so dumb? How is this hiding your identity??? And Seira just lets him,,, good for her.

Chapter 100 - Ah yes their elegance boner at seeing Raizel... nobles are so fucking weird.

- M-21 thinking he won't get any information because of his time at the Union and thus being surprised at how open Frankenstein is is actually really sweet. Like yeah I still think Frankenstein is an unethical and questionable person but he is kind to most humans (werewolves and nobles can go fuck themselves I guess lmao).

Chapter 101 - The second hand embarrassment I felt when M-21 called the two noblesse... how do I even consume content?

- Yeah 100% most union members don't know the difference between nobles and vampires. I bet they'd classify jiangshi as either mutants or werewolves. Or to be more specific, that would be the classification given to low leveled members. On one hand I think it's dumb that the Union gives members twisted information because how would they even use it? But on the other hand it makes sense since it prevents said members from seeking nobles for help. After all, if they believe even the 'noblesse' are vampires that drink blood, than obviously they won't see them as possible escape routes.

- 'Noblesse only applies to one person'. Yeah because Rai's brother is fucking dead. And so is whoever was his predecessor/parent.

Chapter 102 - Those bullies got backup so fucking fast like Shinwoo literally just asked Regis and Seira if they were okay then boom! They're back.

Chapter 103- Regis going ??? essentially when Shinwoo tells him to take care of Seira is so funny like yes ofc he's confused she's literally a clan leader + noble females aren't physically weaker + noble women work out just like the men.

- Rude, Regis. You can't just ask someone why they're mingling among humans. You're doing that too. Who doesn't mingle among humans smh. Even cats and pigeons mingle with us.

Chapter 105 - Love how everyone else in the household is so sick of ramyeon like Raizel stop please you're being selfish.

Chapter 106 - Frankenstein is the definition of the 'right in front of my salad?' meme at Regis and M-21 arguing at the dinner table. Then there's Seira and Raizel just waiting for the noodles to get soggy so he can't even eat. Wish Urokai could see him getting tortured like this.

- The soldier rejecting backup because he knows the enemy is the Union hurts my heart. Wanting to prevent casualties... iwi

Chapter 107 - Shark how tf do you not know about South Korea? That's one of the asian countries people actually know about. I guess maybe it's because this is from around a decade back? K-pop is more recent and made the country more visible I guess.

- Ah yes Takeo. Forever known as "the first time I read Noblesse and he appeared I thought he was Marie's sister since they had the same hairstyle". Like I thought that before even learning about the Aris Taivra fiasco. My power 😔

- Oh don't worry M-21, Frankenstein stopped experimenting on people 830 years ago. You know, as one does.

Chapter 108 - Shark has like no general knowledge. Geography? History? Tf is that I guess.

- Tao saying they're the worst possible people for the job is so funny like yeah he's right. "All we do is massacre people in warzones why are we in Seoul?"

- The rest of the squad complain or are confused about the peace meanwhile Takeo is vibing. He's the normal guy TM of the group.

- Ah yes noble lore. If you take canon at face value than the fact that nobles were around when humans first emerged and there being about 2-3 clan leaders before the current generation means you can estimate their lifespan. Ofc it differs wildly depending on how you interpret the 'first humans' part. I'll assume there were 3 generations before the current generation (mvp lord being the third generation) and won't be adding the current generation since a 0.5-2k years is kinda meaningless. I'll also be assuming that mvp lord entered eternal sleep at around the same age as his predecessors and that he would have died soon from old age anyway (since canonically they do have limited lifespans). If we assume it's just the first human ancestors (7 million years ago) than the average pureblood lifespan is 2.33 million years. If we assume it's when homo sapiens started to emerge (300k years ago) than it's 100k years. If it's about modern humans (130k years ago) than it's 43.3k years. Regardless I'll ignore it since my hcs are that nobles are effectively immortal unless killed and that the 2-3 clan leaders is a misconception due to a mix of Gechutel just straight up lying, because there are clans that have had fewer clan leaders, because I have nobles settling on Lukedonia only 30k years ago, and because Gechutel is factoring in his own age of 10.2k so it's more like 'There have been 2-3 Ru clan leaders before the Ru clan leader 10k years ago since after we settled in Lukedonia'. There's also the possibility that nobles didn't have lords or clan leaders until a few thousand years ago in canon but the species has existed for much longer.

- 'Nobles are individualistic... They don't despise humans but don't love them either.' Humans w/ ants. Now if the ants were capable of speaking with us it'd be exactly the same situation.

Chapter 109 - "What were they researching here?" Since when does the Union research anything aside from human modifications Kranz? Why do you even need to ask? More seriously this means that the Union doesn't actually only do human experimentation and weapons lmao. The other shit just isn't relevant I guess. It's a shame, I'd have loved to see how a lab focused on like, fixing up polluted waters, would be fit into the story.

- The fact that Tao beat Jake up is never mentioned enough. Also confirms that Jake was lying out of his ass about being the strongest.

- Marie being the weakest assassination squad member is interesting like I know why Crombel doesn't need bodyguards as the reader but you'd think the Union would be suspicious of him not having a stronger bodyguard. Also I still can't believe the Union doesn't bother learning who the members are aside from the ones Crombel tells them about like. Bro???

- Shark calling Takeo uptight is hilarious because the guy literally just shot the falling ceiling light which is the opposite of uptight. Either he was preventing them from getting hurt/being caught or he wanted that to happen considering the fact that he shot it and it shattered. And then he just goes back to leaning against the wall. Takeo please 🤣

Chapter 110 - And Shinwoo's still staying over at Ikhans place. Wonder when he's gonna move back. I really love their dynamic like yeah I beg my sister to get me food all the time too. Also love the apron and skeleton hoodie.

- Shinwoo went through the five stages of grief pretty quick huh? Like yeah it's his own misunderstanding that Ikhan is dating someone but still. Homophobia is annoying as always though.

Chapter 111 - Suyi paying for their food is so sweet of her and also I relate so much like yeah mood that's me and no I don't want to be paid back.

- Takeo,,, the fact that he just hands his wallet over because he doesn't like violence and doesn't want to beat them up,,, my heart. Otoh... how did he even get cornered in an dark shady alleyway lmao.

- Aris managing to make herself look like a teenager as Taivra is interesting since Takeo says he wants her to be able to go to school like Yuna and Shinwoo when he's treating them. I guess she looks younger without makeup.

- Takeo just straight up pointing his gun at Shark in public because he mentioned Taivra... anger issues much? I understand why but taking your gun out is an overreaction.

[ireviewuread]

The Durian Bakery, Best Durian Cake in Singapore

The Durian Bakery, Best Durian Cake in Singapore

Durian, the king of fruits, the love of many Asian families and a sin for those that tend to overconsume but do you know that durian is actually good for you? According to studies, durian improves muscle strength, skin health and even relieves anaemia.

That’s why, we should eat more durian, moderately. But what if you’re a dessert lover too? That’s where The Durian Bakery comes in. Listed in Best in Singapore’s, Singapore’s Best Durian Cakes that you should check out in 2021, The Durian Bakery offers many delicious desserts that is guaranteed to make durian lovers drool.

The Durian Bakery

The Durian Bakery only uses premium ingredients and the best recipes to create scrumptious pastries that have you craving for more.

Additionally, they only use no-calorie sugar instead of regular white sugar. These no-calorie sweeteners are able to give the pastries the sweetness they need without increasing the glycemic effects on one’s blood sugar. The best part is, zero-calories. Finally, a pastry line where you can eat and not gain weight!

Unlike most bakeries that only use leftover, un-sellable durians that are not fresh, The Durian Bakery uses fresh durians in their pastries. These durians are delivered straight from the plantation in Pahang Malaysia. 

These durians are used to not only create their delectable pastries but to create their signature SilkyGold Puree as well.

SilkyGold Puree

The Durian Bakery only uses two types of premium durians for their signature SilkyGold Puree, the famous Mao Shan Wang or D24. Although durians purees often come across as chunky, their signature puree is guaranteed to be smooth and sweet. 

Aside from their premium ingredients, The Durian Bakery offers premium delivery as well.

Same Day Express Delivery

If you are a cluttered brain like me that doesn’t seem to remember anyone’s birthday, you would love The Durian Bakery for they offer same-day express delivery as well. You can pre-order the same day, at least 30 minutes in advance and get your pastries within 24 hours. There will be a flat rate of S$15 for such services.

If you are organised and prefers free delivery, just get over S$50 worth of items and you can get yourself free shipping.

Luckily, I was able to remember my father’s birthday before hand and gotten free delivery. But, that’s not the point. The point is we are here for some durian reviews and we will be reviewing two main things today: 

The Signature Pastries Taster Bundle that contains Dark Choco Musang King Mousse, Snowy D24 Durian Cream Puff, and Snowy D24 Durian Mochi

My father’s birthday cake - Dark Chocolate Musang King Durian Mille Crepe Cake

We will start with the bundle.

Dark Choco Musang King Mousse

The Dark Chocolate Musang King Mousse is what one would call the chocolate dome of goodness. Standing at 6cm wide, the dome is made out of 100% dark chocolate which cacao beans were specially imported from Côte d’Ivoire (Ivory Coast). 

Once you dip your spoon into the mousse, you’ll find 2 layers: 

Signature SilkyGold Puree

100% MSW Molten Core

Right at the bottom, you’ll find a layer of hazelnut palette feuilletine supporting the dome. 

What makes this mousse really fancy is the edible 24k gold dust shimmered on the top of the dome. Although gold is known to not have any taste, it is also known to make anything look luxurious, so consider this mousse a luxury.

There are 2 ways to eat this dessert: 

For cooler days: Thaw for 40 to 50 minutes before consumption - you’ll be able to taste the chocolate, signature puree and durian molten core all at once without creating a mess.

For hotter days: Thaw for 20 minutes before consumption - the chocolate shell will still be hard but the molten core will be soft, like ice cream.

Dark Choco Musang King Mousse Review

Upon the first bite, I was able to detect the sweet MSW molten core among the bitterness of the dark chocolate. The creamy SilkyGold Puree melted in my mouth as my taste buds tried to get a sense of the unusual flavours that were dancing in my mouth.

Oddly enough, the bitterness of the dark chocolate, sweet fragrance of the molten core and sweetness of the signature puree complimented each other perfectly.

However, what put this dessert over the top is the crunchy hazelnut palette feuilletine at the bottom, holding it all together. 

This is a dessert that one would normally get at an expensive restaurant at a much higher rate, a dessert that you simply have to indulge in.

Snowy D24 Durian Cream Puff

If you love durian cream puffs, the renowned Snowy D24 Durian Cream Puff is the puff for you. Voted as one of the best durian puffs in Singapore, this cream puff contains no unethical artificial flavourings and it’s made of 100% natural ingredients. Even the puff shell is handmade from scratch.

Comes in a set of 12 cream puff, the 4.5cm pastry contains almost no cream at all. What? A cream puff without cream? That’s right. The “cream” in the puff is made of 95% D24 durian flesh and 5% cream. There is also no sugar in this puff.

Snowy D24 Durian Cream Puff Review

The airy shell of the puff does a great job in bracing your palette for the richness of the durian experience the moment you bite into it. The creamy durian core fills your mouth with its aroma, ensuring every inch of your mouth is covered in its scent. 

The creamy durian core burst through the airy shell of the puff, filling your mouth with a piece of heaven every time you bite into it, that is the kind of cream puff that you should be enjoying all the times.

Snowy D24 Durian Mochi

Inspired by the quality of mochis in Hokkaido, Japan, the Snowy D24 Durian Mochi is one of the most premium durian mochis you’ll ever taste in Singapore. This mochi not only consists of D24 durian flesh which was harvested from specifically cultivated old trees, but it also consists of a sophisticated philosophy.

The chef created this mochi after tasting over 1,000 types of mochi in Japan to understand the complex philosophy behind 100 years of Daifukumochi Craftsmanship. 

To create this exquisite mochi skin, the Mochigome (glutinous rice) goes through various processes that include being steamed, mashed and pounded with a wooden kine. All these processes could be seen the moment you pick the soft, dewy mochi up and nestle it in your mouth. 

Biting into the 3.5cm mochi will reveal a soft core filled with at least 90% D24 durian flesh, just like biting into a durian mochi ice cream. 

Snowy D24 Durian Mochi Review

The Snowy D24 Durian Mochi is the highlight among the Musang King Pastries Bundle. Its bouncy and insanely soft skin caresses your cheeks right before your teeth penetrate them, revealing a buttery, creamy texture. The velvety surprise fills your palettes with a bitter-sweet taste and before you know it, you’re reaching out for more. 

This mochi is not only addictive but it is one of the softest and best mochi’s I’ve tasted in Singapore. 

Dark Chocolate Musang King Durian Mille Crepe Cake

If you’re into crepe cakes, the Dark Chocolate Musang King Durian Mille Crepe Cake is a must-have for your birthday. With 39 layers - 20 layers of crepe skin and 19 layers of signature SilkyGold Puree - this crepe cake have a weigh of 1kg and could be sliced into 8 equal pieces.

This rich and creamy crepe cake is handmade fresh daily with a secrete batter recipe. The thin cocoa crepe skins are fried by hand - just imagine how much work to get 20 same-sized and same thickness crepes.

Aside from their signature SilkyGold Durian Puree, you can also find a pleasant surprise when you cut the cake. A layer of 100% A+ Pure MSW sits right in the middle of the cake. A surprise that’ll make any durian lover smile.

Right at the top is a layer of 100% pure dark cocoa as well.

Dark Chocolate Musang King Durian Mille Crepe Cake Review

The moment my taste buds meets the cake, I was able to taste the sweetness of the signature SilkyGold Puree and the bitterness of the cocoa. Despite having only 1 layer of pure MSW, I was still able to savour the complex flavour fully while it tickles my nostrils. Unlike other crepe cakes, the layers of this cake did not disintegrate the moment you cut or bite into it. 

The unusual combination of rich bitter chocolate and sweet durian taste still makes my jaw drop as I crave more cake. After this exposure, I’ve got to say, this is better than eating the raw fruit.

The Durian Bakery Review

The Durian Bakery provides premium pastries that will knock your socks off if you adore durians. Although I am not a huge fan of the durian fruit, I am a huge fan of the durian pastries from The Durian Bakery. The high-quality durian puree and fresh MSW added in its recipes is enough to make any durian lover ‘add to cart’.

On top of that, their cakes are of exceptional quality as well. If you are celebrating a birthday, there is an option for you to include birthday accessories (happy birthday topper, candle & knife) and even a personalised greeting card which they will handwrite for you.

My favourite is the Snowy D24 Durian Mochi which is not only soft and delectable but is filled with almost 100% of creamy durian flesh as well. 

Do note that since there are no preservatives in these pastries, that means, they’ll have a shorter shelf life. In fact, they are recommended to be consumed within the same day of delivery. However, if that is not possible, here are the recommended shelf life:

Cakes - Thawed (1 Day); Frozen (7 Days)

Pastries - Thawed (2 Days); Frozen (7 Days)

Mochi - Thawed (2 Days); Frozen (30 Days)

Also note, they are also not halal-certified as of now. Hopefully, they’ll be certified soon so everyone can try their scrumptious cakes!

The Durian Bakery

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[rainbowsky]

Do you have any opinion on bjyx fan fiction? It’s actually how I got into the fandom (I ended up reading a pretty good CQL crossover fic lol). I find them super interesting bc of how they connect bts and other real life stuff and try to make a story out of it. I feel like there are varying degrees of problematic fics and tropes in them, but if you take a step back and can separate what you’re reading/writing from the actual people, you just have to be conscious of that when consuming fics

Long post, here’s the cut.

Some of the fan fic about GG and DD makes me uncomfortable, but I find a lot of it really enjoyable. I’ve only been reading fan fic for a month or so, maybe a bit longer. Prior to that I was uncomfortable with the entire idea of it.

I think it’s totally understandable that some people won’t go near it. There are a lot of misconceptions about it and reading fictional stories about real people is a pretty new experience for most people. It took me a while to get my head around the concept.

I think the sexualization aspect is a barrier in a lot of cases. We’ve all been steeped in homophobic characterizations of gay relationships as sex-centric, promiscuous and sexually deviant, so seeing a real gay relationship being written about in extremely sexual ways can be jarring, and in the wrong hands that writing can come across as homophobic even when it’s not coming from a place of homophobia. Even without homophobia, some people are just uncomfortable with the sexualization of real people.

I think everyone has their own personal boundaries around all of this, and those boundaries can shift as people become more familiar with fan fiction culture. Everyone has a line they draw somewhere.

For me the line isn’t consciously drawn, I just know it when I bump up against it. For me, it’s when a story feels too pornographic - where the author steps out of the characterization of GG and DD as people and the story begins to read like it could be about any two people. I won’t give examples because I don’t want to single anyone out, but there are some stories I’ve read that crossed a line for me to where I began to feel uncomfortable and even stopped reading.

And that’s not due to a discomfort with sex, it’s due a discomfort with stories that feel objectifying of GG and DD. And that is not a reflection of the author, but rather it is a reflection of me and my own personal boundaries.

Some of the fics that I’ve quite enjoyed are very sexual, but they’re infused with sweetness and with an obvious love the author feels for GG and DD.

I have read some Wangxian fics that I quite liked, and I don’t personally see a huge difference between them and the GGDD fics. The stories just have different characters. And GG and DD make great fictional characters. They both have so much personality that stories about them are inevitably entertaining.

One of the measures I use when evaluating something that could be judged as ethical or unethical is, “How would I feel if this was done to me?” In the end it’s like I said in my fic rec post:

“I think we might all hope to be loved enough that people would want to write this sort of sweetness about us, and that we could be so in love as to inspire it.”

If people are curious about RPF but feel a bit squeamish about it, here are a few things I can say that might help:

Remember that these are fictional stories. Even though the characters are based on GG and DD, at the end of the day you’re reading fiction. Fiction is fiction, even when real events are discussed.

Not all fan fiction features sexual situations. Read the tags and find stories that suit your comfort zone.

Find stories that reflect the author’s love for and understanding of GG and DD. There are so many that just ooze with love and respect for them.

Be willing to expand your horizons a bit and step outside your comfort zone. New experiences can’t be had otherwise.

Realize that you may need to read a few stories before you find one that connects with you. Don’t let yourself be put off an entire genre just because of one or two bad experiences.

If you come across something that shocks or upsets you, try not to be judgmental of the author. Everyone has their own personal boundaries and tastes.

If you try it out and it’s not for you, don’t feel bad. It might just not be your thing. 

Never shame others for being into fanfic you're not into. Fanfic is harmless, and everyone has their own personal interests and boundaries. Live and let live.

My fiction recommendations can be found here. They are also listed in my ‘Index’ post, the top post on my blog, so they’re easy to find. I’ve been keeping them up-to-date as I read more, so check back regularly if you like what I’ve recommended.

More of my thoughts on RPF, particularly as it pertains to top-bottom dynamics, can be found here.

I also really recommend reading this post because it’s an excellent discussion of the background and some of the issues surrounding this type of fiction.

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Loud House Season 5 Catchup (Blinded by Science, Band Together, Season’s Cheatings, A Flipmas Carol) or Of Mutants, Medicority, Merryment and Money

Merry Christmas everybody! And it’s Christmas Week so expect christmas out the jingle jangle for the next few days. And starting us off is something long overdue as coverage of the Loud House FINALLY resumes just in time for christmas. Yes it’s been over a month since the last episode and while i’ve covered two holiday episodes since then, I haven’t gotten back to season 4 despite, like Ducktales and Amphibia, it being on my roster. The answer why: I had a ton of comissions coming in, and other projects going on including ducktales coverage, so I kept putting off banned together/blinded by science for weeks.. until they coldied right into Season’s Cheatings and a flipmas carol. So yeah this one’s way too late and I will TRY not to have this happen again. I can’t promise they’ll be same day of or right on time as unlike Disney and Cartoon Network who are really good about putting their stuff on the app same day or that morning or streaming services which I own so.. yeah, Nick likes to take their sweet time sometimes and isn’t as steady with their release schedule. It’s why I ended up deciding not to do regular coverage of the casagrandes, though don’t be suprise if it shows up here on occasion as I sitll like it quite a bit. Nick is just a pain in the ass to deal with. Point is it’s here now and in time for the holiday season so i’ve delayed this long enough. Let’s get back to Season 5 after the cut

Blinded by Science:

So yeah... i’m just going to say it.. this season.. has been fucking weird. 

I mean sure there’s been plenty of normal episodes: The Boss Maybe, Strife of the Party, Kernel of Truth, Banned Together, Season’s Cheatings. There are more normal standard Loud House episodes than the weird ones... but that just makes out how looney some episodes have gotten stick out MORE. I mean among episodes tackling Leni struggling to step into Lori’s true, an obnoxious party despute, a news antics episode, Luna dealing with her career, and a holiday shenanigans episodes.. we’ve also had Lincoln get shipped off to Canada for an episode, Lincoln thwart a supervillian plot, Lori learning her school has a friendly ghost caddy that everyone who goes there knows and just accepts like that’s a normal thing, and with two of today’s episodes, Flip being some kind of monsterious miracle of science or possibly having an x gene we don’t know and then being visted by the ghosts of christmas past, present and future, who for no explained reason look and act like Lisa, Lincoln, Clyde and Lucy. 

I mean I can stretch disbelief for a lot of cartoons and i’m fine with it. Lisa does it pretty much on concept. But stretching things a bit for a joke is fine.. but it’s gotten to the point where the plots have gone from grounded slice of life stuff to really weird high concept stuff and it’s really hard to tell if this is going to work or not as Schooled and Family Bonding were not great, especially the latter, Ghosted was pretty good, Flipmas Carol was okay and this one... is decent. So it’s two good, two bad and one neutral. It’l take smore more episodes to see if this is a good thing or not.. I was leaning toward not before this block, but it’s very clear by the fact multiple writers have done this and the one whose done this the most wrote normal episodes last season, that this is an overall creative decision and thus something ‘im just going to have to live with. And hey, it gives me more material to work with so there you go.  So yeah let’s actually talk about this episode: Lisa is scrambling because she has a presentation at a big science convention, but doesn’t have any new discoveries to report. She does have snakebird though, which is exactly what it sounds like and exactly as delightful. Everyone should have one of those I don’t know how this isn’t worth presenting. Just put snakebird in hat. Lincoln comes to help because Rita heard snakebird and wanted to make sure lily was okay, and all he’s doing is taking her for a ride so it’s fine. Snakebird should be a part of my a different world style spinoff I’m just saying. Or with Stella.. I have a lot of spinoff ideas and only one of them has gotten a cease and desist from viacom so that’s progress! 

Point is Lincoln ends up being a very good big brother and takes her to flips for a flippee as that usually helps him think. He also crouchs down adorably to reach her height at one point. 

Like it’s jsut really precious to see that. It also does something the show does at it’s best: Weave the other siblings into each others plots organically. Lately they haven’t been as good at that with some exceptions and while it’s fine to have a few episodes where the rest of the family isn’t involved it is weird to just sorta.. cordon off 11 of our leads instead of giving them their own unique dynamics with each other. And while I do think Lincoln gets way to much of the spotlight at times, and his episodes have not been the best this season, I do think he works perfectly here: He’s the one with the most history with flips, so his role he ends up taking in the plot make sense, and him taking a big brother role and taking her down there is really adorable. It’s honestly easy to forget sometimes since half his sisters outage and outrank him by a lot that LIncoln has some authority and brotherly duty himself but when it crops up it’s really nice to see. 

But yeah while Lincoln’s gesture was nice it does nothing to help. But what does is Flip himself. Honestly before these episodes i’d barely seen Flip and he’s alright. He’s not bad it’s just with this having happened just a few years ago

So i’ts really hard for him to stand out in comparison when he’s kind of generic. He’s still pretty damn loveable though. And this episode has as he drops a drum of cheese on his foot, it does nothing, eats cheese right out of the barrel which.. 

I mean at least have some sanitary standards man. Get a bowl or put it in a bathtub or something. Figure it out. But yeah it turns out his heart is also in his arm, literally on his sleeve.. something they don’t point out so it’s a subtle and well done joke. 

Anyways yeah... so this is where the weird stuff comes in. Flip is some sort of miracle of science despite in all other episodes clearly being a normal human, And I like it.. while some bits of it are gross, i’m not a gross out guy so if you like that it’ll be up your ally and I respect that. But for the most part it’s just weird, bizzare stuff I can’t help but chuckle at like Flip having gills on his leg or being able to surivive freezing tempratures while not moving at all. See this works better than the spy episode in terms of what the fuck or to a lesser extent schooled because while it is fucking bizzare.. it works and it’s just swining so hard for the fences, it hits the moon. With the other two one didn’t bring it up till the end and the other just.. suddenly annoucned Royal Woods is next to canada and that lincoln taking a boat there was feasable. This just works for me.  So Lisa takes him to the conference, with Lincoln and Clyde joining in to serve snacks and promote the food and fuel which works, I also like the gag about them being late because they argued about what Science Casual meant. Lisa shows off this monstrosity and gets praise.. and a shady scientist asking if  she can use flip for her experiments which lisa talks him into and Flip agrees to because, like his agreeing to lisa’s experiments he likes money and tasks the boys with running things.  Naturally handing a miracle of science over to a shady science lady you know nothing about backfires and lisa trying to search incognito labs just blows up the computer.. somehow. Don’t think too hard about it. But LIsa finds lily petting a rat and soon finds the rat comes from flip begging for help. And upon spying on the lab, Lisa finds that flip is basically being tourtured and feels she did no better which.. no. While she did use him as a test subject, she also did so with his full consent, and for free publicity. She didn’t harm flip as while she subjected him to a lot of crap NONE of it harmed him like Ingognito’s experiments are. This attempt at a moral dosen’t work when Lisa , while still seeing only flip for his achivments, did nothing unethical. Flip willingly signed on for this and was never once in danger. And look medical trials can be unethical epsecially when people are deseperate. I get that. But here Lisa did nothing wrong and given her usual tendency to ignore scientetific ethics, that’s a lot.  Lisa goes to the boys for help and together they all sneak in and free flip in a decent sequence using various stuff from flips. The doctor for her part, as she was planning to shoot flip up into space without a suit to see if he could surivive because evil, gets blasted up. So yeah.. this episode ended with a 4 year old, an old man whose apparently a mutant of some kind x-men or otherwise and two 12 year olds having killed a woman. 

And then they all just.. have flippees for aj ob well done. I mean yes the lady deserved it but still.. you all just killed someone! YOU SHOULDN’T BE ACCEPTING THIS. WHAT JUST HAPPENED. AND WHY DOSEN’T SNAKEBIRD HAVE HIS OWN MOVIE. EPISODE OVER. 

Final Thoughts on Blinded By Science: This one was okay. Insane, VERY insane, but okay. I’ve seen way worse, from this very season but man is it weird and man is that ending just... 

Yeah that takes it down a bit but overall really enjoyed this one, Moving on. Real behind and got four to go so

Band Together: I think I have one of my many reaction images that says it best here:

Given i’ve seen pretty much every Luna episode, she’s my faviorite and i’ve been blatant about that,  and all of them are pretty good, I had high hopes for this one. And it STARTS promisingly enough: Luna is rocking out with her band which finally has a name! The Moon Goats. Which I like a lot: Besides reminding me of the objectively awesome Mountain Goats, it fits thehir personality and also reminds me of fellow teenage garage band goat cheese pizza from Zits... I miss when that strip was about teenagers and not two old men yelling about teenagers. Metaphorically. Point is I like this and my recent scott pilgrim kick means this is even better. We also find out Scoots is a huge fan of the band. Which is fantastic. Why an old lady with questionable morals is their biggest fan I do not know. We also get a band prank and fully names for the other two: Sully, the guy and Mazy the girl. I mean their not given MUCH character, Sully likes to bash his head on the keyboard and Mazy is uh there. And that is one of the episodes downsides: Despite being the first episode with Luna’s band to NOT focus on just Sam... the rest of them, and Sam really get to do nothing. The fact Sam and Luna are together dosen’t even factor into the plot. I honestly think it’s what removes the episodes punch, that we don’t KNOW these characters and thus LUna posisbly leaving them behind has no weight.  In contrast the series actually did something similar with little build up but made it work with the episode where Leni’s friends are trying to make her choose between them: Her mall coworker friends or her school friends. While we didn’t KNOW her school friends like the mall ones, the episode took time buliding them up so we got why Leni loved both and why this was so unfair to make her choose between them. Here it’s just two well designed carboards and a sam. And without the stakes of it possibly impacting Luna’s relationship, which I don’t want obviously but at least we have a stake in at this point, there’s just.. not a lot. Plus the solutions kind of obvious.  But what’s the problem? The band performs for a big manager who only needs Luna to fill in for a professional band.  The IDEA as i’ve said is good: LUna being forced to pick between her friends and her career, and both sides not being happy about it. But it’s just.. wasted. Besides clearly being bigger than 30 minutes, apparently we needed the half hour slot for a caddy ghost, this story just feels slight. Luna ends up with the other band and the manager gets on her for acting like she does with her friends.. but she’s a 16 year old who dosen’t know any better. What’d you possibly expect? none of it just really works. She goes back, no one is suprised, and the only part that really works at all.. is the ending. After welcoming luna back , as their roadie at first and clearly it’s more of a joke, Chunk plays with the band and gets Luna’s spot. THAT is not a bad ending and while I”ll miss the big lug, it’s really nice to see the guy get a big break and Chunk is low key one of my faviorite parts of the show. But otherwise yeah, this was almost nothing and given how usually FANTASTIC the Luna episodes are, this one was a really huge disapointment. No need for final thoughts moving on. 

Seasons Cheatings: This is a quick one but only because there’s no real character stuff or bad parts, i’ts just a decent if contrived holiday episodes. It’s the annual family gift swap, and Lincoln wants a backpack for (insert thing he likes #37). That being said I DO like that Lincoln isn’t just into one thing obession wise as even with my tendency to hyperfocus due to my autisim, I have TONS of things I love and glom onto. YOu can tell just by my massive assortment of reaction images and quotes. So it’s nice for a show to for once NOT have a nerdy kid just have one hero they focus on. So it’s rip hardcore this time, with a fancy backpack. Why Lincoln didn’t just ask for it for christmas is beyond me and is the only thing that bothers me about the episode. Ohterwise i’ts pretty decent; LIncoln’s trying to cheat his way to victory by getting the right sister for the swap. Which really ends up boiling down to first LIly, since the parents will choose, but since LIly did her own gift this year, he then tries one of the older sisters since obviously, they actually take this seriously and have the money to get something nice with various shenanigans including lincoln dressing up like his own mother. Neat. It’s nothing amazing but it is neat.

 Naturally he forgets his own, and has to trade his gift to Chandler to get Lola a nice gift in time. Also Chandler is apparently Lincoln’s black market hookup ala hustler kid. I genuinely love everything about this from the fact it fits his character, to the fact him being rich means there’s a genuine way he can get the resources, to the fact that despite being rich and probably not needing to do this it still fits he’d do it anyway because he’s kind of a scamp. If they use Chandler more like this, as Lincoln’s sorta shady frienemy who Lincoln and Co and possibly the sisters go to for shady schemes and crookery, i’ll be fully on board with it. Plus it might finally squeeze liam out of the group and give us someone willing to hit rusty. So all good things. 

But we do get a REALLY sweet ending as Lily, having seen her big brudder sad, paints him a picture. We also get the sweet image up top of LIsa and Lucy having given each other the same gift. Overall not a bad episode. Not nearly as good chirstmas story wise as 11 louds a leapin, but with a shorter runtime and a tight premise it still works and is still very sweet. 

A Flipmas Carol: Another very simple but alirght one.. and ANOTHER flip episode. And another one I can speed through a bit more. Basically it’s the night before christmas and Flip is taking advantage of the neighborhoods desperation with shoddy merchandise.. and forcing Lynn to work off the debt for some accidnetal damage on christmas eve and day. I mean she is legally of working age so this is legal but it’s still sketchy. Which is Flip’s wheelhouse.  Naturally this leads to a christmas Carol Parody and the weird part as the ghosts resemble and act like the loud kids> This is never explained, it’s really weird especially since Clyde ghost refrences his therapist.. but given the louds were in there and are in there enough for Flip to know them well, same with the mcbrydes, it easily could be a guilt induced hallucination or simply the ghosts taking a familiar form so i’m not going to dicker over it. It’s weird but you know not sudden super spies, golf ghosts or childrne comitting murders weird and as I mentioned up top, holiday episodes get a little more leway with me in terms of weird shit. not by a lot but by just enough. 

So they take him through what you’d expect: The Past gives Flip a sympethatic and well done origin story: Flip had a date with the girl of his dreams, but lost out due to a comination of Scoots selling him bad goods and bad tickets in middle school and vowed never to be hurt again barney stinson styles. The present shows him the consequenceds of his actions on other people’s christmas including whatever he gave the louds to make christmas dinner having turned into some form of abomination, causing him to actually feel guilt. The final one shows him having died, buired alone with no one to care in a ditch with a pizza box and having lost everything due to his practices. It ends how you’d expect, he goes to eveyrones houses and fixes things before giving the loud kids present and clearing lynn’s deabt before that happens. Not much to really dig into here, just a pretty good specail. Both of the christmas episodes are good, and while again not as good as the first one aren’t bad themselve.s 

So yeah overall this crop was okay. No real standouts, but outside of Band Together nothing bad and even that had extra scoots, luna’s band getting a name and that cheeks suish. All in all not a bad batch feels good to be caught up. Until next time courage.