#pet bottle flakes

[aerofibreseo]

Superback Carpet Backing manufactures

superback carpet backing

[celiaboren]

Cleflavron is a well established and recognized name in the recycling industry. Build on a history that dates back to more than 3 generations in the plastic, papers and metal scrap business.

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

melt

artwork credit: "Croissant au Beurre" by Julian Merrow-Smith

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

wordcount: ~960

summary: wine drunk and with fresh croissants from the bakery you're having French breakfast and sex with Dave

warnings: smut! reader is able bodied, no y/n, established relationship, pussy pronouns, French pet names (mon coeur=my heart, bébé=baby), food is involved but only inserted into the mouth, so kinda foodplay-ish, unprotected p in v, implied creampie (éclair, hehe), implied cum eating, wine drunk Dave dirty talking in pastry is a warning on its own, dm me if I missed any

a/n: I'm in France rn and eat my bodyweight in croissants. This stuff makes horny. Thanks @guiltyasdave for beta reading again. Sending croissants and baguettes your way 💛

divider: @saradika-graphics

Flaky. Smooth. Rich. Decadent. You rip off a piece of the croissant, put it onto your tongue and it melts.

“Is it that good?” Dave asks from beneath you, words slurred from the night at the beach and the two bottles of red.

“So good,” you hum, slowly reaching for the glass with homemade strawberry jam and twisting it open. “Getting croissants straight out of the oven before the bakery even opens? Best idea you ever had, Dave.”

His hands find your waist, then your hips and he adjusts you to his liking. The way you mold in his hands, like the sand you both dug your toes in all night. But you're warmer. Wetter.

“Gimme some,” he orders and you can't decide what exactly he wants some of. You place the glass with jam on his naked chest and dip one tip of the pastry into the smooth strawberry spread.

“Open wide for me, handsome,” you giggle as you repeat what he says to you so often.

His lips, stained from the wine, part, his tongue peeks out and his fingers dig into your skin when all you do is drag the croissant over his tongue and not let him have a bite.

He jerks his hips, letting you feel how hard he has already gotten for you just from you sitting on him.

“Let me have it.” Dave frowns and holds you in place while he grinds up against you, his cock trapped between your bodies.

You whimper each time his movements drag over your clit and you give in. The tip of the croissant, coated in the strawberry goodness slides into Dave's mouth and it melts on his tongue.

Nothing ever tasted better than this, he thinks, dipping his tip into your smooth sweetness.

“Gimme some,” you say, your mind hazy from the wine and the laughter tonight and from the need to feel filled with decadent, rich deliciousness.

He takes the croissant out of your fingers, dips it into the jam and holds it up to your face.

“Spread your lips, mon coeur.”

Your wine stained lips open for him and when the flaky dough slips into your mouth, his cock slips between your folds and into your heat. And you melt.

“Is it that good?” Dave's words are slurred from the wine and your whines, from the smooth and tight heat he slowly dips into and slides out again. In and out, each time a little deeper.

“So good,” you hum and lick the crumbs from your lips. Strawberry sweet, buttery, salty like the sea air. “So… so fucking good, Dave.”

You try to sink down fully, you need him whole, the tingling liquid feeling in your guts demands that you are stretched around him. But Dave won't let you.

“Let me have it,” you breathe softly with pleading eyes.

Dave drags the croissant along your lips, enjoying the way you mindlessly open your mouth for him.

“Manners, mon coeur,” he hums and his restraints slowly crumble like the pastry in his fingers.

“Please. S’il te plaît, Monsieur,” you whisper, your red wine colored tongue licking at the golden flakes.

“That's it.” His hips snap up, one solid harsh thrust filling you, knocking a moan out of your lungs and the jam off his chest. He doesn't care, he knows you'll be licking his skin clean, tipsy and hungry for him.

“Wake them up. Let them hear your… pretty… filthy… sounds.” Each word accentuated with a hard thrust, each thrust making you moan out loud and lewd.

You cunt clenches, now that she has what she wants and Dave grunts. He gathers jam with his thumb, rips off another piece of croissant and fills your mouth as well.

“French breakfast, mon coeur. Eat up.”

You do, suckling on his thumb, swallowing the dough, the sweetness, the tang off his skin, your tongue enveloping his finger, your pussy his cock.

Your mind is filled with Dave, your mouth is filled with Dave, your cunt is filled with Dave, your heart is filled—

“Are you good for me, a good girl? Let me fill you up?”

You nod your head in the rhythm in which he fucks up into you, moaning around his thumb, pulsing at the thought of Dave dripping out of you and into the French linen.

“Ever heard of an éclair?” He asks and leans up, his one hand cupping your ass and holding you up for him to keep pumping in and out of you. His rhythm changes from fluid to stuttering and he licks some golden flakes off your salty skin, nipping at your squished tit.

“Another pastry. Filled. Filled to the brim, mon coeur. Fucking love eating the filling out of them.”

His red wine mouth leaves a stain on your chest, somewhere over your heart, you think.

“Éclair?” He uses too many words, your mind is too hazy, all you know is his name and the heat melting your core. All you see is his sun kissed skin and his eyes. All you hear is his breathing and the squelching.

“Will turn you into my own little éclair. Eat the filling out of you, bébé,” he huffs with a wine heavy mind and strawberry-sticky skin. You look so beautiful, so utterly fucked and sated and you didn't even come for him yet. He'll make you come, with his face buried in your sweet pussy.

He grips your chin, his hips stuttering against you. You feel him grow harder, throbbing, ready. “Say it.”

“Fill me. Fill me up, please,” you whimper and watch amazed how his face contorts and his eyes roll back as he fills you with his salty sweetness, his smooth, decadent cum, you watch him as he melts into you.

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[universalwhoreofthesouth]

Cave In - H.HJ

Pairing: non idol!Hyunjin X gn sorceress!reader

Genre: very light smut

Warning(s): potion/syrup drinking, consensual drugging (aphrodisiacs usage), mentions of magic, mentions of pet names (prince, baby, master, etc.), mentions the color system, sub! Hyunjin, dom! reader

A/N: this is my first ff I posted on here 🤡

You tapped the bottle against his plump lips, his mouth opened obediently. You lightly pour the syrup in his mouth, watching the rosy liquid fill his mouth deliciously.

You were in your private study, where you kept all your magical artifacts and potions stored safely. You were doing your monthly check up until you felt two familiar arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“Prince, what did I tell you about coming into my study without my permission?” you lightly scold, knowing that you can’t be mad at Hyunjin for long.

“I’m sorry y/n~. I wanted to see you and maybe try out the thing today?”your eyebrow quirked up, back still facing him.

“What thing? I may be a sorceress but I can’t read your mind baby”

“The box” he mumbles, burying his face into your neck out of shyness, you giggle.

“The what?” you tease, earning a whine out of the red head.

“The box with the heart lock” You knew exactly which one he was referring to.

It was the last time Hyunjin came into your study (you invited him that time). He began asking you questions about your “nick nacks” and “weird drinks” with curious eyes. He stopped talking, which surprised you a bit until you looked at him, seeing his eyes glow at the sight of a shiny silver box with a pink heart as the lock (that you forgot to store away). You quickly turned his attention away but of course Hyunjin being the curious man he is, started bombarding you with questions about the box. You kept your answer vague and simple, stating whenever he’s ready he can see what’s inside but just not today.

“Ah yes, that one. I didn’t expect you to come to me about it today. I am quite busy” you didn’t have to face him to know that he was pouting. He hated when you were busy and you hated that you spoiled him so much. Ever since Hyunjin met you, he felt as if he unlocked heaven’s gates himself. You always kept him afloat, giving him love that he has never seen and could possibly grant any wish he asked for without a second thought, that’s what he loved about you. That’s why he needed you.

“I know you’re busy but pleaseee. I’ll be good for you, master” as if the devil came down and wrapped his wing around you, tempting you to give into your lust, you caved in. You placed your clipboard down on the shelf in front of you.

“Grab it for me” like an obedient puppy, he springs into action. He walks over and easily grabs the box, handing it to you with a sickly sweet smile. You walk over to your coffee table, knowing that he was following you, and sit down on your Victorian styled dining chair that was a gift to you many moons ago before snapping the key into existence.

You placed the key into the lock, enjoying the sound of the gear twisting before the box lid pops open, showing the contents inside. It was a small heart shaped glass that held a glowing pink liquid, accompanied by flakes of gold glitter. You turn to Hyunjin and without saying a word, he kneels before you elegantly without fail.

“Are you sure you want to do this angel? We’re still going to use the color system so I know you’re ok, alright?” Hyunjin smiles, he knew he wanted this as soon as he walked into your study but he never got tired of how caring you were in and out of scene.

“Yes master, I want it please” Hyunjin squirms at how quickly your eyes darkened once he gave the okay.

“Come here” you order, popping the bottle cork, the scent of strawberry and roses fill the air. You snap out of your thoughts when you feel Hyunjin place his hands on your knees, a mentioned requirement in case he goes nonverbal (it happens).

“Open” You tapped the bottle against his plump lips, his mouth opened obediently. You lightly pour the syrup in his mouth, watching the rosy liquid fill his mouth deliciously. Your obsession with his mouth drove you crazy and he knew it too, always putting on a show for you. You place your other hand on his Adam's apple, feeling him swallow every drop as you keep pouring until the bottle is empty.

“Good boy” you praise, wiping the excess syrup that missed his lips, tracing the shape of them with your thumb.

“How do you feel baby?” you ask and Hyunjin giggles as a response. You immediately notice how large his pupils grew, meaning that it was working.

“I feel great” he sounded almost drunk (maybe you added too much alcohol in the recipe).

“What’s your color, prince?”

“Green” he giggles once more, putting his head in your lap. You were about to say something until you felt his hands slide up to your covered legs.

“You feel so warm y/n~” he purrs, hands traveling to your inner thighs but you didn’t budge, you both knowing that he can’t do anything without your permission. You sit back and watch his lust start to unfold as if he’s the test subject and you’re the scientist.

“My master is so gorgeous. All mine” he mumbles happily to himself while admiring you from head to toe, making you laugh in amusement. He must be out of it. That was until he blurted: “I want to taste you”.

If you were drinking, you would have choked but yet again he’s under the influence of the lustful drug.

“Is that so?” you rush your fingers through his long red hair, already thinking about how good it’ll be to pull on it.

“Yes please. I wan’ to make you feel good so fucking bad y/n please” He sounded as if he was going to cry if he didn’t pleasure you in the next three minutes so you decided to have pity on the horny boy.

“Ok then, be my guest”

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

CONGRATS ON 2130! What better way to celebrate you than asking for you to write a drabble of whatever YOU want! Something you have maybe thought about but it's not your norm? Love it. A character you love and just want more of? Love it. Little side quest in a current running fic? Love it. Just super happy for you and love everything you put out there for us to enjoy! 💕✨🎉

[a/n: omg thank you! I got so excited to see this 'free reign' request and then spent the next like 12 hours agonizing over what to write lol. I went with this absolutely not 500 word one-shot. Oops. It seemed fitting to me though b/c the first fanfic I ever wrote was one of those kind where the reader like 'magically' ends up in the media with knowledge that they're in their fav tv show/movie/game. So, writing a one-shot in that theme kind of felt perfect since we're also celebrating the number 213!]

Joel Miller x F!Reader; Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Warnings: canon violence, descriptions of creepy ass clickers, language, gun use, mentions of injury and blood

Word Count: 1.7k (again oops)

Summary: You just wanted to take a break from the job while hanging out with your favorite hunter, but you instead wind up in the last place you thought possible. Honestly, it was your own fault for thinking you could have a normal day.

As you watched Joel Miller get mauled by a cordyceps clicker on the television screen you let out a laugh. In response, Dean barked out a curse. The eldest Winchester brother had been playing this game for the last day and a half. Though the phrase attempting to play might be more accurate. You snickered again. “Dean, I’ve seen you mow down an entire coven of vampires alone with only a hunting knife, but you can’t shoot a few infected?”

“This is different.” Dean replied firmly. He pointed at the screen accusingly. “Put one of those fuckers in front of me right now and I’ll take it down.” He picked up his beer bottle to take a swig. Then he motioned to you with the bottle. “With my eyes closed.”

“Yeah, okay, tough guy.”

“I’m serious!”

You laughed again and pulled your legs up under you. The Winchester brothers and you were stuck in the Men of Letters bunker for the last week. Sam was in the library, trying to find any kind of hunt to go on, and for the sake of Dean’s sanity you hoped he found one soon. You sunk into your seat with a grin. “Come on. Try again. I love watching you lose.”

“Maybe you should give it a try then, sweetheart.” Dean replied and offered you the controller. 

You briefly bit your lower lip at the pet name. It was no secret that you were head over the heels for Dean⏤ well, to everyone but Dean. He seemed pretty oblivious to the fact that you’ve been carrying a torch for him since the moment you met him three years ago on a hunt. 

“I would, but I’d hate to embarrass you like that, Dean.”

The man rolled his eyes before restarting the level from the top. You watched Dean play, smiling to yourself at his overly exaggerated expressions every time something went wrong or went right. Gradually, your eyes began to droop shut, heavy with exhaustion, and you fell asleep listening to Dean’s voice⏤ the sound familiar and comforting. 

The sound of clicking hadn’t necessarily woken you up, it was probably the freezing air that did that, but it was the first noise that registered in your sleep-addled brain. With a quiet moan, you forced your eyes open and the sight of a busted ceiling greeted you. The wood was aged and a gaping hole allowed you to see the blue sky as morning light and flakes of snow streamed through it. It took one second for your brain to comprehend that you were not in the bunker with the Winchesters and one additional second for the hunter in you to grasp the wheel. 

You sat up with a gasp. The space surrounding you resembled an abandoned storage room at the back of a larger structure. Broken and empty shelves lined the walls and you were lying on top of a disgusting, aged mattress. With steady motions, you rose to stand. A chill shot down your spine and you shivered. The pajamas you wore were not conducive to this new weather⏤ weather that also did not make sense. It was summer time in Kansas right now. Why the fuck was it snowing? 

There was no sign of Dean or Sam that you could see. You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat as your stomach stirred with a foreboding sense of doom. Something was very, very wrong. Knowing that standing here confused wasn’t going to help anything, you searched the room for something of use. There were no articles of clothing you could scrounge up which meant you were stuck with pajamas and bare feet. The cold was beginning to grow painful as your extremities ached.

Only one door led out of the room, but experience told you that walking out without some kind of weapon was a mistake. Again, your options were sparse. You hadn’t expected to get lucky and find a handgun on the shelf, but a knife would be nice and not asking the universe for much in your opinion. However, you had never been the lucky kind. With a grumble, you found a few broken pipes and picked out one with the sharpest end. The metal was biting cold in your hand, but it brought some semblance of control and comfort to your anxiety riddled mind.

Seriously, what the fuck was going on?

You carefully cracked the door open to peek out into a dimly lit room. It looked like some kind of convenience store, but just like the room you had woken in it was in shambles. Bits of the ceiling and wall were broken to allow in light. You pulled the door open wider and a vaguely familiar clicking noise drifted to you once more. Where was that coming from? It had been there when you woke, though quieter, and why did you kind of recognize it?

A soft hiss made you glance to your right and your eyes widened when you spotted a young girl hiding behind half the counter. She had to be no older than thirteen or fourteen and her messy light brown hair was pulled back and half hidden under a winter cap. She glared at you in alarm, clutching a knife in her gloved hands, and mouthed words to you. She had to do it twice before you recognized the words, ‘What the fuck are you doing?!’ It was followed by something that looked suspiciously like the words, ‘fucking idiot’. Had this small, angry child just called you a fucking idiot? 

More clicking.

Your gaze lifted and your eyes landed on a new sight that filled you with dread. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but it was certainly one that shouldn’t exist. A clicker. It stumbled in its inhuman gait. Shoulders and arms moving in twitching motions as its head snapped back and forth searching. Whatever face the body used to have was replaced with rows of growing, eerie fungus that fanned out in what looked like two rolling curves⏤ as if it were a wave that surged then splashed right out of the skull itself in frozen motion.

The small gasp that left your lips was an obvious mistake that your hunter side was kicking you for. Its head and body snapped to face you and with a screech it roared forward. Instinct took a hold of your body, and you swung the pipe out, rather than freezing in alarm, and the clicker fell back.

“Run! Go!” You screamed and motioned for the kid to get the hell out of there. She began to scramble away, but you stayed planted to handle the clicker that was already back to its feet and rushing you once more. You ducked under and sprinted in the opposite direction of the kid while making as much noise as you could. As impossible and odd as this was, you had no problem falling into your hunting pattern. It was second nature to you. There was a monster and a civilian who needed to be saved. Your choice was easy.

Your right foot stepped on something that made you hiss out in pain and stumble. That gave the clicker enough time to slam into you and send you to the floor. With gritted teeth, you rolled before it could pin you and you swung the pipe once again, knocking it back a few steps. It recovered quickly and lunged forward, but you held the pipe up firm and met it halfway so the sharpened end of the pipe drove right through the center of its face⏤ or lack thereof. You were gasping for air as its arms went limp and with a singular grunt you used the pipe to shove it off to the side so it slumped to the ground with your weapon still buried in its skull. 

Your heart was threatening to beat right out of your chest as you tried to catch your breath. The adrenaline and panic made the cold barely noticeable. Your eyes glanced down though to see blood pooling around your right foot. Wincing, you lifted it to see a large shard of glass shoved deep into the tissue there. That was disturbing evidence this was not some kind of fucked up dream.

“Fuck.” You muttered. The sentiment was interrupted by a howling screech. You spun in place to see a different clicker, just as grotesque and real as the first, lunging at you from behind. Your hands raised in defense as a gun was fired. The clicker’s head exploded in a spray of rotting tissue and clumps of fungus before collapsing a few feet in front of you. When you lifted your gaze, you spotted an older man equipped with a rifle that was now leveled at your own head as his eyebrows furrowed in an emotion that reminded you a lot of rage. At his side, one hand wrapped around his bicep was the girl from earlier. 

It took you a second to comprehend the image in front of you. The clickers. The young mouthy girl. The older angry man. This could not be possibly happening to you right now. “Hands up. Now.” The man grunted in a southern accent. He didn’t look quite like he did in the video game you watched Dean play for the last day and a half, but there was no denying who this had to be. Slowly, you lifted your hands with a grimace. “If you got any weapons, drop ‘em now.”

“Weapons?” The girl scoffed. “She’s in fucking PJs, Joel, where do you think she’s hiding a weapon?”

He hushed her in response and motioned for her to take a step behind him. Great. You had survived the apocalypse twice with the Winchesters, quite the feat considering the people who traveled with the boys had a bad habit of dying bloody, but this was how you were going to meet your end. Shot by a video game character. This was some kind of fucked up karma for laughing while watching Dean get his character mauled over and over.

“Hi there.” You blurted  with a sheepish smile and Joel stiffened. “I mean you guys no harm, so if you wanna lower the rifle⏤”

“What’re you doing here?” Joel demanded. The rifle did not lower an inch.

“Right.” You muttered then blew out a breath of hot air. “Uh, funny story.”

Joel did not look eager to hear said funny story and you had a bad feeling that once you explained what was happening to him he’d find the entire scenario even less amusing. Fuck.

[jaybug-jabbers]

Just some notes I am making for myself!!

Isopod Shopping List:

✔️ Glass aquarium/vivarium (ensure lid has fine mesh to keep out pests; a lid that's partially glass will make it easier to maintain humidity)

✔️ Humidity gauge/thermometer (50-60%, 70-85 degrees F)

✔️ Bark 'hides' and (safe) decorative pieces; cork bark is common

✔️ Squirt bottle for misting

✔️ Substrate (common ones: topsoil, coco fiber, coco chips, sand, charcoal, small pieces of bark/wood, sphagnum moss; the moss helps retain moisture and thus is handy but don't use too much; ensure the soil used has no fertilizer beads or other 'extras' in it):

✔️ Topsoil/Potting Soil

✔️ Worm castings

✔️ Fir Bark Chips

✔️ Charcoal

✔️ Sphagnum Moss

✔️ Dead leaves (primary food source; some people boil or bake them to sterilize but others don't; a variety of leaf types will work; some commonly used ones include maple, oak, birch, elm, cottonwood, etc; thinner leaves and older, more 'rotten' leaves are tastiest to them, but be sure to inspect for mold or hitchhikers; provide plenty of leaves in a layer over the whole tank)

Additional dead organic matter can include seed pods such as magnolia pods, lichen, or other goodies

✔️ Nutrient-rich foods (secondary food source; a variety of things can be used including fish flakes, dried bloodworms, dried shrimp, small pieces of produce scraps, specialized products such as Repashy Morning Wood and Repashy Bug Burger, etc) to be provided in very small amounts that can be eaten quickly and any excess removed before it molds; experiment to see how long it takes for them to consume it and what they prefer to eat

✔️ Cuttlebone (broken up) may be provided if desired for extra calcium

Springtails may be added to help control mold and pests

Isopod Care Notes:

Some keepers have a 'damp' side and a 'drier' side to allow the isopods to regulate their own preferences; sphagnum moss works good for the damp side, and situate a vent by the dry side if possible

Heat should not be needed unless your room is especially cool

Most keepers prefer deep substrate for the isopods to burrow, but some prefer shallower substrate so they can keep track of their stock better (they use a compacted substrate layer and place a looser, shallower burrowing layer on top)

Substrate does not need to be changed often but every few months is a good idea to refresh its nutrients and remove excess frass & ammonia buildup

Exact environmental preferences will depend on the species of isopod; while their needs are often very similar it's important to always double-check about your exact species

Isopods will reproduce readily (females carry the eggs in their bodies and will give 'birth' to live isopods) and the little babbies (mancae) start off very teeny so be careful when you're cleaning

Invert keepers have bred a TON of varieties of isopods, at differing 'difficulty' and price levels; make sure you are purchasing isopods that have been bred in captivity and not poached from the wild; and obviously never release pets into the wild

Some Beginner Isopods & Pretty Color Morphs:

Armadillidium nasatum (Nosy Pillbug): Peach, Orange, White Out/Pearl

Armadillidium vulgare (Roly-Poly): Orange Vigor, St. Lucia, Magic Potion

Porcellio scaber (Rough Woodlouse): Dalmation, Orange Koi, Lava

Porcellio laevis (Swift Woodlouse): Dairy Cow

Cubaris murina (Little Sea Isopod): Anemone, Glacier

Questions for Sellers:

Opinions on enclosures, especially with regards to maintaining proper moisture and airflow

Opinions on where to safely collect leaf litter (esp this time of year), boiling to sterilize (potential nutrition loss)

Species

Where do you get your isopods?

[stardropsandrain]

Do you got anymore obey me with trans reader/mc hc or anything like that? Really liked that Lucifer one a lot and would love to see other characters.

Beelzebub HC w/ trans masc MC

TW!!; Mentions of dysphoria, l-bomb, overbinding, period

Warning; Pre surgery and pre t

Please do enjoy

I have to start with dysphoria because this demon is pro at doing everything to try and make you feel better

Brings you your favourite food and lets you steal any shirts, hoodies, etc you want, as long as he gets to steal one of yours back.

Calls you pretty/handsome/lovely etc and gives you all the adoration and love he can

"You're so lovely," A kiss on the nose "I love you."

There's no way you'd be able to over bind with this demon around. You'll get home and he'll immediately coax you out of it

"I'll give you a cookie if you take it off," He'll offer, taking a bite of his offering right after. But how can you deny that face. He'll help you get comfortable and make some snacks

Having a really bad dysphoria day? He's at your beck and call. Anything you need he's there

You've been in your bed all day, ugly intrusive thoughts and lack of motivation keeping you there "Bee can you grab me a water pl-" he's already gone and comes back with two water bottles and a glass of ice all he wants in return is maybe a kiss but he's happy to do it for free

"Bee, can I have a hug?" Oh my gods this man would SMOTHER you "Of course!" And now your trapped in the most bone crushing, heart filling hug ever. What dysphoria? All that's on your mind is this amazing demon (that's a joke I know how bad dysphoria is)

He'll tell anything you want to hear as well. "You're amazing, I love you so much. I know how hard this is but if anyone can make it, you can handsome." Literally has you melting into a puddle of goo in bed

He also has food relating nicknames and pet names. "Hey cupcake," He'll mumbled into your chest, if you allow him to rest there, if not, your stomach while cuddling "I like your cologne."

You call him Bee, Beez, Beebs, Zebby and the normal assortment of love, honey and dear. And a few food themed ones too, but usually they joke names

"Hey frosted flakes," You'll greet Beelzebub as he enters the kitchen. He'll pout and huff "Cupcake that name is stupid..."

He loves cuddles, he loves nuzzling into your stomach if you don't like him on you chest, which he understands completely

If you're on your period he has a burger themed heated bead pillow for your stomach, craving foods at the ready, and lots of affirmations and kisses

Now he definitely struggles, but he does leave you alone if you ask "Beez, I need some alone time." "oh..., okay," He'll be sad, but perk up to not make you feel bad "That's okay! Take as long as you need!" And be on his way. But he'll sulk around when his brother see him "Whats wrong with him," Satan asked Belphegor while Beelzebub sat over a tub of ice cream with a frown "His 'cupcake' asked for some alone time and he's sad."

When you have had enough cool down, or just alone, time and he comes back he immediately "I love you, that was agony," He'll wine and kiss all over your face "are you feeling better?" You'll laugh and kiss his forehead before nodding "Thank you for being understanding Beez."

A/N; I literally love Bee writing for him is so easy he's such a sweetheart. I love doing requests too, so thank you so much anon for requesting!!

Good riddance and stay safe 🖤🖤🖤

[breelandwalker]

Thanks Bree! My question should be pretty simple. I have two cats and (probably bc of autism reasons) I started collecting some of the pieces of claw they shed (it kinda flakes off, idk if you have cats lol) and their claw trimmings. I feel like that could have some magical use? But I couldn't find much from a brief Internet search and I was wondering what you thought!

Thanks for your time :)

You've come to the right place! This is something I do as well, whenever one of my kitties leaves a big claw shard somewhere.

I put a whole bunch of them into a little glass bottle and made it a part of my household protection network. A bit of claw and bite for the magical defenses, if you will.

You could use them as a material focus for any spell that involves your pets for protective or healing purposes as well. Whiskers or shed fur floofs could be used for this purpose too.

I also wrote a spell that uses a shed claw or bit of fur to help create a little spirit guardian for the home. (You have to give it proper instructions and feed it periodically, but it works well!)

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Myrízei (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Myrí by Kópros

The Little Alchemist by Hermes

The Nerd Wonder by Prophasis

Stinkbug by Caerus

Age- 8 (immortal)

Location- Hearthwood neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- A very intelligent and inquisitive young man, he's far more mature beyond his years. He can out-do most beings in anything science & math related. He views his intelligence as his greatest power, but can also be arrogant, unsympathetic to other beings' feelings, and a bit of a know-it-all.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of smell & gases his other powers/abilities include having an enhanced smell, flight (by way of vapor emission), atmospheric adaptation, miasmakinesis (gas manipulation), temporary sneezing inducement, bodily gas manipulation, being able to communicate with stinky animals (like skunks, hoatzins, etc...), temporary anosmia inducement (loss of smell), his "sonic sneeze," his "stench storm" (emitting a horrible smellling poisonous vapor from his mouth & nose), and being able to emit a terrible stench from his body when threatened or experiencing heightened negative emotions.

Myrízei is the only child of his father Kópros (god of manure & excrement).

The two of them live in a cottage in the Hearthwood neighborhood of New Olympus. The thermostat is always kept at a cool, not cold setting. Contrary to popular belief, the abode is very clean. Myrízei's room is immaculately spotless and organized. The walls are painted black, pastel blue, white, & green while also being covered in various scientific posters. There's a GIANT poster of the periodic table on the ceiling. The floor is covered in blue carpeting as well as a bookshelf that contains his board game collection, various science textbooks, & other books.

He has a few pets- a blue tongued skink named Argon, a leopard gecko named Beaker, three bombardier beetles named Vector, Neutron, & Atom, as well as two millipedes named Millie and Miles. There's more pets he wants to get in the future.

A go-to drink for him is white grape juice. He also likes seltzer water, ginger iced tea, apple juice, ginger ale, coconut milk, & his dad's homemade orange carrot ginger smoothies. Myrízei likes drinking the smoothie with the crazy shaped glass straws he made himself.

Two of his favorite things to eat for breakfast is a bowl of Earthly Harvest multi grain flakes (topped with sliced bananas) or a hot bowl of steel cut oats topped with dark chocolate chips & a little bit of maple syrup. If his dad makes eggs, Myrízei likes them dry and scrambled.

It's not known definitively, but it's been said that his IQ score is between 200 to 250. He knows the IQ score of Athena (goddess of wisdom), which is past 400.

Myrízei is very sensitive to strong smells, hating the majority of perfumes and colognes. When he bathes, he loves using the Pure Clean Co. gentle unscented body wash.

He loves snacking on raisins, figs, dates, bananas, & apples.

Myrízei loves his dad and the two of them are very close. More often than not afterschool, he's at his father's doctor's office downtown. He appreciates the fact that his dad is supportive in his interest in science, but also feels like he's holding him back from it. Kópros rejected the idea of having Myrízei enroll in University in just a couple of years when it was brought up during a meeting with his science teacher & the school's principal.

He sometimes wishes that he was a student at Athenium Academy (which is more academically rigorous & challenging) instead of the private elementary school he's currently enrolled in.

Myrízei's school lunch is always the same without fail, made by his dad. It consists of a peanut butter & fig jam sandwich on whole wheat bread (with the crusts cut off), a bottle of ginger iced tea, carrot sticks, saltine crackers, and a small cup of banana yogurt. He does like it when the school has ice cream day in the cafeteria every week, settling for a small bowl of vanilla ice cream topped with toasted pistachios.

His other favorite frozen treat are blueberry popsicles.

Myrízei is currently on break from school. His other godly schoolmates include fellow third graders Hebe (goddess of youth), Prophasis (goddess of excuses), Caerus (god of opportunity & luck), Paidia (goddess of play & amusement), Aceso (goddess of healing), Physis (goddess of nature), & Mneme (goddess of remembrance), a fourth grader Xenia (goddess of hospitality), & the fifth graders Calleis (goddess of allurement), Melete (goddess of thought & meditation), Aidos (goddess of shame, modesty, humility, & respect), Ersa (goddess of morning dew), and Eulabeia (goddess of caution).

A guilty pleasure for him is white mushroom pizza, but with no pizza sauce.

It's common knowledge that Myrízei is probably the smartest kid in the entire school. He doesn't seem to care when the other kids groan when he's quick to answer every question the teacher asks. Myrízei is aware of his bad habit of criticizing & correcting his fellow classmates. He does find Caerus' wisecracks about him annoying.

He once sneezed outside during recess and ended up flying 30 feet in the air!

Myrízei doesn't really have friends, but is friendly toward Xenia, Aceso, Mneme, and Physis. There's also an aurai boy named Scirco that he usually eats lunch with. The two have a lot in common, like their love of science & the fact that they collect trading cards!

He's an exceptional academic student, his favorite class and subject being science. Myrízei adores his science teacher, a harpy named Mr. Thornwing. He likes his teacher's dry sense of humor and the fact that he lets him eat lunch with him sometimes in the classroom along with Scirco. Mr. Thornwing will also give Myrízei university level chemistry and physics worksheets to do for fun or extra credit. When school resumes, he's looking forward to the class trip to Nisyros, to see the state's volcano!

Even though Myrízei doesn't like gym class, he still participates. He hates how sweaty he is afterwards.

In the pantheon he does like Morá (goddess of babies & children) who's often his babysitter. Myrízei liked when she took him to the New Olympus Hall of Science, the largest science and technology museum in the city (with his father's permission). He also admires Hephaestus (god of the forge), Techne (goddess of arts, crafts, & invention), Tithonus (god of insects), as well as Aetna (goddess of volcanoes); is a huge fan of her earth science TV show Kólasi! It's been set up that Myrízei's official mentor will be Diochetévo (goddess of sewers, garbage, & waste). He does miss his dad's ex-girlfriend Aegle (goddess of good health). Myrízei really liked the book of science puns she got him as a gift.

He really enjoy himself with his dad when they went to a football (soccer) game in the city. They sat high on the stands eating bags of spiced olives & gyro hot dogs topped with sauerkraut. Myrízei and Kópros made each other laugh with a burping contest on the way home.

In his free time he enjoys watching TV (mainly cartoons & science documentaries), chess, drawing, working on various chemistry projects, reading, bike riding, and gardening.

His all time favorite meal is brown rice with roasted brussel sprouts & kale.

"Chemsitry is the language of matter, and we as scientists, are the storytellers."

[moteocooking]

Dream Sushi Sandwich 🍣🥪🍣

Today, I'd like to introduce you to a surprising sushi sandwich made from ingredients I found in my fridge—a slightly overripe avocado from the vegetable drawer and frozen shrimp that's been in the freezer for a month.

The unique ingredients for this sushi sandwich include boiled shrimp, avocado, thinly sliced hard-boiled eggs, rice, nori seaweed, sakura denbu (seasoned fish flakes), mayonnaise, and cheese.

The preparation is straightforward: Begin by laying out a sheet of nori seaweed. Place a mold on top and spread the rice evenly inside it. On top of the rice, add a layer of cheese and arrange the boiled shrimp. Drizzle generously with mayonnaise, sprinkle with sakura denbu, and add the thin slices of hard-boiled egg and avocado. Finally, cover everything with another layer of rice. Carefully remove the mold and then wrap the sushi sandwich with the nori seaweed. After wrapping, use a knife to cut it neatly into portions. Wrapping it in plastic wrap for about 10 minutes before cutting will make the process easier. To enjoy, dip in sweet soy sauce, and savor this dreamy sushi sandwich. This Dream Sushi Sandwich offers a unique twist compared to traditional sandwiches made with bread. It delivers a deep and satisfying flavor. It's perfect for a late-night snack, an afternoon treat, or a creative addition to your bento box.

Ingredients Rice: 1 cup Nori seaweed: 1 sheet Avocado: 1/2 piece Shrimp: 4 pieces Hard-boiled egg: 1 piece Cheese: 1 slice Sakura denbu: To taste Mayonnaise: To taste

If you don't have a mold, you can use a sliced pet bottle as a makeshift mold. Give it a try, and experience the fresh flavors of sushi in this unique sandwich!

I'm planning to open a restaurant soon, and I'd appreciate your advice. 😘😘😘 If you come across any dishes in the videos I've posted that you'd like to try, please leave a "like" or a comment. If there are dishes that you enjoy, I plan to add them to our menu. As a token of my gratitude, I'd like to extend an invitation to Japan for you and provide complimentary meals. Please consider participating in this giveaway and let's create an exciting culinary adventure together!

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CHAPTER 78: Lonely Boy - Part 1

Cracks travel up SATURN BARZ’ mask. Around the edge, the material flakes off like extremely dry skin. Dark fluid oozes out. The twisted cords sprouting from its cranium come undone, and the gold rings tied in them drop to the floor. The sounds of cracking bones and tearing muscles emanate over the synchronous groans of pain from the Stand and All-Kill.

Shizuka stares, entranced by this horrific spectacle, as what remains of her friend’s spirit is being corrupted. The man in black hunches over the body of his departed pet wolf.

The ooze leaking from the cracks evaporates into thick black vapor, with licks of green flame sparking from within. The fissures spread across SATURN BARZ, as it shakes violently, until the cracking flesh shatters like marble. Revealing what has formed underneath.

Rectangular bars pierce the sides of its pale torso and around its forearms, blue cobalt locks hang suspended in the air. In the center of its chest, where a heart may have been, is a gaping hole, through which the hallway behind it can be seen. Its head is bald and featureless except for a wide mouth lined with small, lizard-like teeth. Without eyes, it leers at Shizuka and T’onga and hisses. “Shhiiiii-!”

All-Kill gasps for air as he attempts to regain his composure. Glancing behind him, he lays eyes on the hissing Stand at his back. “Oh, I see… so that’s what it’s like…” he mutters before turning towards his foes. “This is a new feeling… I’ve never had as you might call a ‘guardian’ by my side. It’s always been me alone, with BLACK KEYS…”

Turning again to his Stand, he gazes in awe. “That’s it. I think I’ll name it… LONELY BOY.”

Before the name exits his mouth, T’onga is moving. An errant mosquito meanders towards her, and she catches it as she vaults over the kitchen counter. On the far side of the kitchen from All-Kill, she throws open a cupboard and draws out a bottle of whiskey from the rack.

“Shizuka!!!” she shouts, and her daughter snaps out of the trance she’s in. All-Kill hardly notices, still enraptured by his new Stand. 

T’onga unscrews the cap with her teeth, then screws it back on again after tossing the mosquito inside. Then she dashes at All-Kill again, striking the bottle hard against the island counter as she goes. 

In the same instant, HOUSE OF PAIN merges with the bottle and absorbs the damage. Finally, she her makeshift pressure grenade at All-Kill.

“3 seconds for the bug to die…” she thinks, her mind racing, “Bottle full of alcohol… Flammable… Douse him, and light him up somehow… No way to know what the new Stand can do, but maybe he can’t use BLACK KEYS anymore… won’t be able to shut down the flames… An instant is all it takes…! No way am I letting him find out what his new power does…!!”

Out loud, she roars, “DUCK!!” Shizuka dives behind the kitchen counter, followed swiftly by her mother. What happens next takes place within only 3 seconds. 

The bottle, granted weight by the liquid within, arcs through the air. The hapless mosquito inside shakes from the inside out. All-Kill turns his head as it approaches the back of his skull.

LONELY BOY catches it by its neck before it reaches him, but this was expected. All-Kill continues turning. As the bottle enters his periphery, HOUSE OF PAIN dislodges from the bottle and the green glass shatters, tiny droplets of whiskey bursting out from the cracks. An ominous prelude to the glass flying in all directions and covering him in alcohol.

Only this doesn’t happen. Shizuka and T’onga peek out from behind the counter, and T’onga gasps at the sight before her.

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