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[electrospares]

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[the-californicationist]

Good Fences (Fluffuary #28) - Finale

FEB28: Reader Request - John Needs a Shave

Concept idea from my besites, @ofdivinity01 and @glitterypirateduck! Hope y'all like it!

xoxoxoxoxoxox

John’s hand was cleaned and bandaged, but he had hurt it pretty badly. He had been cleaning a huge fish outside on the patio, one that he had caught himself from the river behind your house, and the knife caught and slipped, jamming into his palm. It was healing fine, but he was struggling with his grip.

“Bloody hell!” He shouted from the bathroom, and you heard a metallic clatter follow with it. 

You hurried to check on him, rushing to his side,

“John? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, love,” he sighed out of frustration, “It’s just this hand. Can’t grab my shaver properly. Tired of this messy face, and I’m sure you are, too.”

He smiled down at you, half-shaven and half-wild. You shook your head,

“It’s okay, babe. But, we can’t have you walking around half-finished. Can I help?”

“Ever used a straight razor?”

“No,” you sighed, “But, I can go slowly.”

“Aye,” he nodded, “Alright.” 

“Here,” you said, staring up at his great height, “Why don’t you come have a seat in the kitchen.”

You set him up by the sink, filling up a bowl with water to wash the razor, and squirting some shaving cream into your palm. He was sitting in the chair, and you hovered over him, smearing the soft foam onto his skin, making sure to leave his chops and sideburns untouched. 

“Chin’s the hard part, so just do little strokes,” he instructed, “And, hey,” he grabbed your arm, “Thank you for this.”

You kissed his forehead, 

“No problem, John. I’ve got you.”

You set to work, shaving off his chin bit by bit. The razor made quiet little scraping noises, and you tried to cut as close as you could to the skin without nicking him. It was hard to get the right angle. 

“Sorry,” you said, “Do you mind if I sit in your lap. It’s hard for me to –”

“Tha’s fine, love,” John uncrossed his leg and patted his thigh. 

You straddled him, trying to ignore the fire that rose in your belly. You focused back on your work, moving down to his neck. With each little swipe and swish of your blade, you noticed that he was breathing a little harder. You stopped, looking up at him,

“Are you alright? Do you need a break?”

There was a low rumble in his chest that was almost a moan, and then he answered darkly, 

“No…”

He put both of his hands on your hips in a very familiar fashion, and you shifted your weight. As you did, you felt him, hard as a lead pipe beneath you. 

“Ahh…” You smiled, “I see. Be patient, mister. Almost done.”

He grunted in response, choosing to remain silent. 

You didn’t spare him any mercy while he was under your body. You shifted back and forth, teasing his rigid cock, shaving even slower, taking longer than you needed to. And by the time you were done, cleaning up the stray foam, your husband was a panting, growling mess. 

The last wipe of the dry cloth brought his face down to yours, his mouth only inches from your lips, and you could taste his warm breath. 

You kissed him languidly, not giving him any room to be ravenous with you, and you smiled coyly, 

“All done, babe. How does it feel?”

He scooped you up, leaving the chair in the kitchen, and lay you on the couch, shucking your pajama pants off of your body and spreading your legs apart with his rough hands. He chuckled, 

“Why don’t you tell me?”

That's all, folks! Here lies the end of our smutless, fluffy adventure. Thanks so much to everyone for all of their support. I would've stopped weeks ago if it wasn't for y'all. Looking back, I think this exercise really helped me improve, and it got me out of my rut.

If you had a good time, please consider donating to my coffee fund. This derpy cat needs caffeine, and your hard-earned dollars are very much appreciated.

Reblogs, comments, and kudos (AO3) also bring me so much joy, so thank you for interacting with me and my work. More Price is on the way!

Y'all are the best ✌️🩷

P.S. Do these two deserve a smutty follow-up tomorrow? I think they do. 😈 It is a leap year, after all.

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[a-sip-of-milo]

Please be careful with what you say to someone who has opened up to you about harming themselves.

I still distinctly remember the two comments that escalated the severity of my cutting. The first one was when I showed a close friend of mine at the time, explaining that I was ashamed and didn't know what else to do. I'd used one of those plastic shavers to do it, the one with the three small blades because it was the closest thing available to me.

His response upon seeing this was "What did you use? A cheese grater? That's hilarious."

The next day, I changed to a kitchen knife.

The second time was at a concert I was performing at. A friend of mine told me that they were scared about performing because their parents made them wear a dress and so everyone could see their scars. In an attempt to show my support, I showed them my own and told them that I'd do the same so they didn't feel so alone.

Their response? "Mine are way worse than yours, it's not the same."

Over the following weeks, the cuts on my arm quickly began to get deeper because I thought that maybe this was what I needed to do to be taken seriously.

I still think about those comments regularly. Please be kind. It would genuinely be better, in my opinion, to say nothing than to insult or belittle someone's experiences because they're not as bad as you'd like them to be.

[birdsribcage]

How does razor blade cut? Like, not a blade, the razor blade what you showed on one post

Hmmm I don't quite understand the question but I'm gonna assume you are talking about the reusable shaver blades?

They are my favourites to use and they are the ones I use when I want beans, tho they do tend to dull (and rust) really fast if not well kept. The only other problem is cus they are double sided and I get nicked on my fingers all the time lol

[jessilynallendilla]

Danny Phantom Episode Breakdown

Part 2

FUCK UP FACTS IN BOLD

4 ATTACK OF THE KILLER GARAGE SALE 

Jazz is trying to tutor Dash in basic algebra and he’s distracted by her hotness and he’s disproving her thesis that no one is untutorable he can’t even pronounce that word 

Danny still can't control his powers making him a klutz and Dash calls him Fentonowski and a twink 

Jazz is unimpressed he was rude to her brother then tried to ask her out to a party but she’ll go on one condition 

First appearance of Technus ghost Master of Science and Electrical Technology and Danny’s the one who accidentally released him from the portal 

Danny also accidentally gives him the idea to use the technology in the lab to take over the world Technus declares it a great idea and Danny should consider tutoring 

Using the new Fenton Weasel to suck up Technus Danny overloads it causing it to explode green ectoplasm (presumably Technus’s remains) everywhere Jack doesn’t notice any difference in the mess 

Sam offers to pay them the 80+ dollars so they can get into the new amusement park Tucker refuses since he can’t pay her back 

Danny is distracted that everyone including the perfectly flawless Paulina is getting invites to Dash’s hottest party of the year 

Sam tells them in the social circuit they’re invisible it won’t matter in five years but the point they have each other is ignored when Dash gives Danny an invite because Jazz made him 

Now that he’s invited the cool kids notice him 

The next day even Tucker notices Danny acting different now that he’s a part of the in-crowd Kwan calls him "Fentonmiester" (Valerie is with him is she reaming him for ditching their date for the dance) 

Dash gives Danny the magazine Jock’s Quarterly picturing the expected outfit to wear a “chique” sweat suit (the magazine says it has an exclusive Butch Hartman interview) 

Dash won’t be embarrassed so threatens Danny to wear one  

Sam says she almost hates to offer Danny the money for it (so she’s willing to help out her friends even though she doesn’t like their choices) but is cut off by Paulina telling Danny to listen to her “totally krunk” CD and Sam is annoyed by Danny ditching them again 

Maddie's and Jack’s invention to cook hotdogs ten times faster than a microwave reanimates the hotdogs 

As inventors the Fenton’s have plenty of money (so who’s buying these weapons and patents) but as parents they want Danny to earn his own money to understand its value either get a job or sell his old junk and comic books 

Maddie wants the exploded Ghost Weasel to go to the shed and is annoyed it hasn’t been cleaned out in years 

Jack is attached to the junk even though he doesn’t know what it does but does think some of should be gotten rid of giving Danny an idea 

Now the ectoplasm ominously glows 

The next day Dany sells the old junk 

Tucker makes a crack about Lancer being bald and Lancer threatens that he’ll remember it when he’s grading tests 

Sam tells Danny he’s still welcome to hang out at her place Saturday Danny notes they’ve never been to her place 

Danny gets the last twenty he needs from selling Dash “Fentina” computer upgrades and ditches his friends to clean up while he buys the sweats and while Sam complains Tucker also ditches her 

Later Tucker questions that Sam tipped the pizza guy a ten Sam deflects saying she thought it was a one 

Tucker is speechless at Sam’s home theater set up (she has a Jaws poster)  

Sam confesses her family is filthy rich her great grandad Izzy invented the machine that puts cellophane on toothpicks 

Lancer can’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday night than shaving the animal on his back but when he turns it on it glows possessed and grows longer blades shaves an # and flies out the window 

As Danny is driving his moped the shaver attacks him and turns its blades into a cleaver 

It turns into a giant pair of scissors during the fight and Danny tosses it far away and just manages to save his outfit from being ran over 

He sees a bit of glowing wire on the ground noting he should be concerned but has a party to get to 

Sam is annoyed by Tucker asking how rich she is Sam can’t buy a bowling alley as they already have one and there's no room for a second 

Sam’s grandmother bowls a strike (she calls herself Bubbie Yiddish for grandmother already hinting that Sam and her family is Jewish) 

When asked why Sam hangs out with them when she's stinking rich she confesses she didn't want to buy popularity tucker tells her to tell that to Danny  

The remote Sam bought from him is ominously glowing and it cuts to Dash’s computer screen making an evil grin (so after being blown into ectoplasm can ghosts reform after a while) 

The Fenton’s keep the reanimated hotdogs in the fridge 

Danny asks Jazz if new look is “stoopid” Jazz says it is stupid and reveals she’s not going to the party despite being the only reason Dash invited her 

Jack is now freaked out because the stuff is missing from the shed Danny lies that he didn’t see anything 

Jack decides to secure the lab in the meantime and has the hotdogs cover him for protection 

When Danny gets to the party Dash reveals since he’s wasn’t part of his posse he didn’t send him the email that the dress code was changed to loser chique now everyone is dressed like Danny Sam and Tucker Paulina sees Danny's outfit and gags asking if his mom dressed him 

Technus takes over Dash’s computer calling all mechanized spirits to him 

Sam has a toaster from Denmark the glows and floats in the air 

Sam figures that the junk Danny sold was contaminated with ghost stuff 

They gleefully go to ruin Danny's big jock party to warn hm of the haunted technology 

Danny has a terrible time at the party and goes upstairs realizes even though they all all dressed like his friends they aren't (there’s a buff dude dressed like Sam) 

Danny's ghost sense alerts him to the swarm of haunted tech in Dash's room 

Technus’s new tech form is glitchy because Dash didn’t install the upgrade yet and stupidly announces it out loud so Technus can hear and Technus declares it another great idea Danny should be a teacher 

Danny gets blasted into Dash’s closet and finds his collection of letterman jackets and pink and blue teddy bears 

The fight trashes Dash's bedroom and accidentally inserts the upgrade disc 

Tucker gets the Fenton thermos and says Danny should carry it in a lunch box 

The fight gets to Sam and Tucker and the giant Technus mech asks who’s your daddy Danny's punching has absolutely no effect 

Sam and Tucker refuse to help until Danny apologizes that he was stupid and shallow to choose to hang out with the popular kids over them and won't do it again  

Sam declares the old version of Portals XL technus is running on is vaporware the worst software ever 

Technus has a remote that can transform Danny into a cowboy Vanna White and Spock  

Tucker can't bypass the program because Technus had upgraded 

Sam makes a call to have the latest version of Portals XL delivered Tucker makes a pass at the delivery lady 

Sam gets Technus to scream out his name and shout out his motive distracting him as she plugs him into Tucker’s PDA because every new version of Portals XL has a gigantic hole in its security system 

Danny shoves a giant claw into the disc drive and Technus yells that it doesn’t go there as he is shut down 

Danny sucks Technus into the thermos which depossesses the tech (and no one in the city noticed the giant shouting mecha) 

Danny put al the old stuff back in the shed and his dad is checking it all for government bugs (is he that paranoid or is the government really watching them) 

Danny has to return the sweats to return everyone's money and apologizes again for how he treated them he should know how it feels to be invisible 

Dash opens his locker causing an avalanche of teddy bears (why is he still wearing his geek chique outfit)  

Danny says he learned one person's trash is another's revenge 

5 SPLITTING IMAGES 

Sam roped her friends into helping her with her agenda to save the frogs since she claims dissecting frogs is bad and offers humane alternative of mechanical frogs “I can’t believe it’s not a frog cadaver” (why are the robots slimy) 

The Box Ghost attacks and when having scalpels thrown at him Danny thinks Sam has a point about dissection (oh oh Danny don’t go on tumblr or AO3) 

In the auditorium the Box ghost launches costumes and props from the musical My Fair Lady and a depowered Danny 

Sam goes on stage and announces she has something sick and disgusting going on their school she’s about to show them when the curtain is pulled up it reveals Danny in a dress and tucker says he should take it off it’s weird (but that soft pink does looks nice on him) 

Sam is angry at Danny for ruining her assembly and Tucker says that puce bra wasn’t his color 

Because Boxy trashed his locker he was assigned a new one 724 (it’s extremely rusty did maintenance just ignore it and never replaced it) 

Danny is apparently ignorant about the legend of this locker being curse and touches the mysterious mirror inside it 

Dash bullies him by shoving him in his new locker 

Danny is petty with his powers again and possess Dash to slam his head on the lockers repeatedly and dunk himself in the janitor’s mop bucket 

When they leave and eerie voice from the locker chants bullies  

Maddie and Jack heard Danny got a new haunted locker and will stake it out during school Jazz tries to defend him by saying he doesn’t need them confirming he’s a clumsy nerd 

Jack wrecks the kitchen trying out the new Ghost Gloves 

As some jocks bully the marching band tuba player the 724 locker door flies open knocking one out  

As Paulina flirts with the AV nerd to distract him as Kwan ties his shoes together the locker causes a trophy to fall on Kwan's head making him knock into a fire extinguisher and spray foam in Paulina’s hair and the spirit also reties the kid’s shoes 

At lunch Danny swears to Sam it wasn’t him then he possesses Dash and tosses the tray of food on Paulina (so his crush on her is over I take it) 

Sam tries to tell Danny he shouldn’t use his powers like that but sees Lancer and books it outta there 

Tucker then expositions the legend of the haunted locker  

It was originally owned by a Poindexter named Sidney back in the fifties 1954-1958 it was class of 55 Sidney was the most bullied kid in Casper High history to the point it was a graduation requirement and he was shoved in his locker so much it’s believed his spirit haunts it (so did Sidney kill himself or did he die from a prank gone wrong) 

Sam comes back with the box of frogs she smuggled out of the biology lab 

Dash throws food at Danny and he’s had enough (the jumping frogs reflecting in Danny’s sclera look weird) 

Danny gives Dash and atomic wedgie and dumps the frogs in his pants as revenge (him standing in the shadows of a deserted hallway looks menacing) 

Sidney is finally free of his locker the doorway has been opened (so objects can be portals to the Ghost Zone well some cultures do believe mirror can be a way into the afterlife) 

Sidney accuses Danny of being a bully and poltergeists the school Lancer sees the exploding lab equipment and shouts “Great Gatsby” 

Jazz tells her parents there’s nothing weird in the school as the student body runs out the doors screaming in terror 

Sidney calls tucker a nerd which he takes offense to (he’s a techno geek) 

In the fight Danny depowers shocking Sidney that he’s the Halfa everybody in the Ghost Zone talks about him he’s half a boy half a ghost 

Sidney is angry he was using his powers for evil and won't listen as Danny tries to explain why he took over Dash’s body giving Sidney the idea to take over his body (Danny’s body glows green and he starts to painfully contort is this what happens when the host fights back or when a ghost possesses another ghost in the fight for control)  

Danny’s spirit is sent to Sidney’s world as Sidney (in Danny’s body he has Sidney’s red eyes from the possession and in Sidney’s world Danny sees in the mirror he looks like Sidney but has his green eyes) 

Tucker covers Danny/Sidney from his parents (so can people slightly see the outline of a ghost when they’re technically intangible) 

As Sidney Danny is bullied by the students (if this is Sidney’s lair why is it so awful if it goes with the suicide theory are ghosts punished for it in the afterlife or could Sidney just not picture a life for him other than being abused) 

When Danny tries to escape the school it’s just floating in the Ghost Zone and he almost falls (so can he not use his powers here or did he panic and forget to fly) 

Danny/Sidney is just happy to have friends and they ask if he’s alright since his voice is weird (he’s been using dated slang) Danny/Sidney says it’s puberty  

Danny/Sidney uses his powers to get Dash (who also notices he’s talking weird and also thinks its puberty) a bunch of sodas from the machine since he thinks he’s a poor kid that already lost a bunch of quarters from the school bullies he tosses them to everyone calling them egg creams (the drink doesn’t contain neither egg nor cream) 

Danny is able to possess the mirror enough to open the locker on the living plane and see what Sidney is doing and his friends can't hear him 

Kwan invites Danny/Sidney to touch football when Danny/Sidney sees the locker open he slams it closed throwing Danny back in the ghost school 

Danny forces enough energy through the mirror to track his friends to the football field and write in the dirt 

Dash and his goons leave Danny/Sidney to get pummeled by the opposing team’s tackle but he uses his intangibility to escape impressing them with his game (Sam and Tucker look happy he has this moment)  

Danny’s message for them to open locker 724 is ruined by his parents hunting for the ghost but Maddie doesn’t believe their machine when it says Danny is a ghost  

Jack gives Tucker the Ghost Gloes as he goes to the bathroom 

As they’ll be staking out the school all night Dash declares there’ll be a party at Fenton’s house Danny/Sidney asks where he lives (so the ghost doesn't have the memories or habits of the person they are possessing)  

Tucker thinks something’s up since Danny’s acting off Sam plans to use his residual popularity for her save the frogs crusade 

As Sam and Tucker go to get more frog pins Danny contacts them from the locker mirror and tells them Sidney took over his body and sent him to this bizzarro spirit world 

Danny proves it’s really him by saying in the second-grade tucker threw up in Sam's lunch box and blamed it on Ricky Marsh Sam kicked him off the monkey bars for it 

The mirror is some kind of portal but he can't phase through it he thinks it serves him right for using his powers to act like a bully now he’ll be bullied for the rest of eternity 

They need to send Sidney back in so Sam gets Danny/Sidney saying a nerd is being shoved inside his locker (Danny/Sidney just assumes it’s Tucker) 

Tucker uses the ghost gloves to shove Danny/Sidney through the mirror 

Danny/Sidney fights Danny but he’s terrible at it “You may have my powers but you sure don’t know how to use ‘em course I don’t know how to use them but at least I know how not to use ’em better than you do” 

 The students watched as they believe Sidney is fighting the Halfa and winning 

Danny gets thrown into his locker but takes the mirror threatening to smash it stranding them both there (so is this Ghost School cut off from the rest of the Ghost Zone then how did they know about Danny being a Halfa) 

Danny/Sidney takes the bait and possesses Danny again Sidney’s body contorts as Danny gets his body back and escapes through the mirror 

Sidney’s plans of revenge are put on hold as the fight with Danny made him popular 

Danny falls out of the locker landing on Lancer as he’s carrying the frogs releasing them 

Danny says he used his powers to become the kind of person he hates and won't do it again so they believe it’s the real him 

Danny then smashes the mirror getting him in trouble with Lancer for destroying school property (but it was Sidney’s mirror school lockers don’t have mirrors) 

Lancer would hold him responsible for the escaped frogs too but as upstanding students like Dash have a problem with it he’ll overlook the frogs then tells Sam she could learn from them about activism 

Lancer assigns Danny a new locker (why the locker wasn’t damaged just the mirror or did you just now decide it’s a rusty piece of shit) 

Danny’s new locker is in the band room and he loses his new popularity  

The Box ghost then steals Sam’s mechanical frog declaring he’s now the mechanical frog ghost but changes his mind when it starts sparking (all it will take is one student with an over protective parent to be electrocuted for the school to go back to real frogs and avoid a lawsuit) 

[marxism-lenninism-schwabism]

Class: Chainsaw Artist

(for Buckets of Blood, probably)

Chainsaws are, objectively, the noblest of tools. All lesser instruments are dwarfed by its power and might, the sharpest of blades mere scrap metal in comparison.

There are, you know, others drawn to the call of the chainsaw, who find themselves enthralled by its siren song - from mere murderers who fail to appreciate the beauty of the machine, to dangerous madmen who lose themselves in its potency. You’re not like them at all - you’re an artisan, wielding the power of the chainsaw to create beautiful art and do beautiful things, with a healthy respect for safety and decency. Capital-c Chainsaws think you’re a prissy idiot, as do Chainsaw Wizards and Killers.

Starting skills: Either 1) Natural sciences, 2) Fine arts, 3) Classical history, 4) Literature, 5) Mechanics, 6) Law

Starting equipment: tasteful and seasonally appropriate outfit, a set of proper safety gear (hardhat with faceshield and earmuffs, + protective vest, gloves, chaps, boots, etc), license and certification to operate power tools, a well-maintained, properly registered, and legally purchased chainsaw, and 2d4 hours worth of fuel

A: Power Sculpting, ChΔinsΔw Δrts B: Chainsaw Connoisseur C: Ambidextrous D: King of Tools

Power Sculpting: You’re a master of chainsaw-assisted sculpture. You’re proficient with all typical forms of chainsaw-assisted sculpture (really just wood and ice), and can gain proficiency in any other sculptural material or type of art which you can justify performing with a chainsaw with a day of practice.

ChΔinsΔw Δrts: You have the ability to learn “chainsaw arts”, special techniques performable with a chainsaw. You do not gain these automatically but must fufill some requirement first. Treat as delta templates basically

Chainsaw Connoisseur: You’ve developed an even more extensive knowledge of chainsaws. You can identify the specific make, model, and modifications of any chainsaw on sight, know by heart the years specific models were manufactured, and can psychoanalyze people from the marks they make with chainsaws.

Ambidextrous: Your skill with chainsaws is such that you can use them with no penalty in any pose or position- running, climbing, somersaulting, held with feet or in teeth, it doesn’t matter, you use them with the same grace as you would if held perfectly straight and two-handed.

King of Tools: You can use chainsaws in place of essentially any other tool, as long as it makes some sense - can use a chainsaw as a mixer, can-opener, beard shaver, etc. Also, if you couldn’t before, you are now fluent in chainsaw - both the spoken (unhinged screaming/extremely loud motor noises) and the written (chainsaw gouge marks - chainsaws love writing shitty, self-aggrandizing poetry on the things they cut).

ChΔinsΔw Δrts, list- These are special techniques you can learn to do with chainsaws, but you don’t get them automatically or by leveling. Only way to learn them is either through fufilling the requirements or by being taught them by another Chainsaw Artist.

Technically speaking anyone can learn them through the latter route (though not the former), but Chainsaw Artists generally refuse to teach anyone except other Chainsaw Artists, some excuse about being “trained professionals performing high-skilled techniques of potentially great danger to amateurs” or some shit like that.

Not a complete list, if you can think of any others you can also unlock those probably as long as there’s an appropriate prerequisite for unlocking.

Δ: Chainsaw Grease Chainsaw-sculpt a statue out of butter. Must be at least 5’ tall. Keep it on public display in pristine condition for a week. If it’s stolen or destroyed (by melting, animals, vandalism, etc), start again. Using some weird trick with the internal mechanisms, render some part of the fuel of your chainsaw into lubicrant, then dump it on the floor - 10’ pool diameter for every half-hour of fuel so expended, dex save vs slipping.

Δ: Chainsaw Light Chainsaw your way out of a burning building. The fire can be one you set yourself, but it doesn’t count unless there’s serious danger to yourself involved. You can fiddle with the chainsaw such that part of it’s fuel is caught on the chain and ignited. Somehow, this is perfectly safe - for the chainsaw, that is, not anything you set it on. Sets anything flammable you cut with it on fire, sheds light like a torch, burns through fuel at 4x normal rate as long as it’s burning.

Δ: Chainsaw Invisibility Sneak past people who seriously intend to kill, arrest, or otherwise harm you while keeping your chainsaw running, fully revved up and such. As long as you’re concentrating on making it so, your chainsaw is imperceptible to anyone save wizards and other chainsaw users (chainsaw wizards, killers, artists, etc). No matter how openly you display it or how loudly you rev it, they’ll simply attribute it to an odd fashion choice or something with the pipes. They can still perceive stuff you do with the chainsaw, they just can’t comprehend how exactly you’re doing it.

Δ: Chainsaw Knock/Lock Get one of your chainsaw sculptures into an art gallery. Has to be a real one, the fancier the better. You can precisely mangle locks with your chainsaw, while leaving whatever object they’re attached to untouched. The lock becomes either locked or unlocked, your choice - this is irreversible, on account of the lock being mangled by a chainsaw into tangle of scrap metal.

Δ: Chainsaw Feather Fall Survive a fall from a distance high enough to kill you while carrying a chainsaw While falling, no matter the speed or distance, you can break your fall by grabbing onto any nearby walls, trees, etc, with your chainsaw, allowing you to slow your descent to any speed you wish, preventing fall damage. This effect also applies to anyone else who holds onto you while you’re using it.

Δ: Chainsaw Create Food and Water Get at least 50 different people to eat food you made with a chainsaw in a single day. Sneak into a restaurant maybe? You can use chainsaw fuel as a food additive without people noticing. Can stretch two rations into seven for every hour of Chainsaw fuel you expend. Still gain full benefit from consumption.

This is Chainsaw Feather Fall, basically.

I have no idea if this fits the whole Buckets of Blood theme but it also doesn’t make much sense except in relation to two existing buckets of blood classes so.

Basically the idea here is like, reverse Chainsaw Killer as opposite exaggerated Chainsaw Wizard, emphasizing the Wizard-y aspects over the Chainsaw-y aspects.

Not super supernatural, though there are plenty of impossibilities - the intent here is essentially that the Chainsaw Artist is, rather than possessing any supernatural connections themselves, simply so skilled at their craft (that being doing stunts with chainsaws) as to reach essentially supernatural heights.

As usual, this class has not been play tested at all and it’s probably insanely unbalanced.

Has mixing GLΔG-style delta template advancement into an ordinary ABCD 4-level advancement schema been done before? No idea.

All the Chainsaw Arts are intended to be mostly utility-focused on purpose, since I want to make something with a different skillset to either of the existing Chainsaw classes, though there’s probably some overlap.

[angie-long-legs]

Inside the gold box is...

...a male grooming kit. From VoxTek.

It's got shavers (with spare razor blades), shaving cream, shampoos, conditioners, shower gels, deodorants, soap bars, hand wash, lotions, suncream, sunglasses, a sunhat, a beach towel with a picture of Valentino in a mankini, toothbrushes, toothpaste, nail clippers, and a couple of washcloths with the Triple V monogram. Quite a lot is stuffed into that box.

The accompanying brochure shares some marketing spiel:

"Many men desire to look good for their special lady. Or gentleman. Or non-binary joyfriend. That's why we at VoxTek have cultived this extra-special summer care package!

It's our little way of saying thank you for being a loyal customer/employee/target practice for Valentino [delete as applicable]. As the hot summer months roll in for those in the northern hemisphere, we want to make your stay in Hell just that little bit sunnier!

VoxTek! Trust us with your body!"

The smaller text at the bottom reads, "Additional blades, lotions, and Valentino mankini towels sold separately. VoxTek cannot and will not be held responsible for any cuts, bruises, burns, loss of limb, dry skin, rashes, rotting teeth, stomach cramps, chickenpox, decapitations, relationship breakdown, or hilariously bad hairstyles that may occur while using VoxTek products."

There's a bonus present at the bottom too - a stuffed toy deer that's covered in red paint and has loads of pins sticking into it. The tag reads,

"Angel.

Give this to Alastor. Tell him he smells like an elephant's butt.

Vox.

P.S. Val says I'm hotter than you."

Upon finding the grooming paraphernalia within, Angel was pleasantly surprised. He had half expected this to be some kind of prank, orchestrated by someone who wanted to take him down a peg or two. Of course, curiosity still outweighed the potential risk - as always. And this time, it appeared to have paid off.

Raking through the items, he unfurled the towel and was met with the image of his bikini'd boss posing seductively - and promptly rolled it back up. Yeah, Niffty could have that one for cleaning rags. Or maybe Cherri would come over and burn it with him. It would be equally fun to see the moth cut to pieces and dunked in bleach as it would be to see him burnt to cinders.

As for the... other gift. There was no way Angel was giving that to Alastor. He was 99% sure it contained some kind of camera or microphone, but he wasn't about to start squeezing the pin-laden plush to find out.

He rolled his eyes at the final message. There was no doubt in his mind that no such words had been spoken, and Vox simply wanted to use this gift as an opportunity throw shade at Angel and Alastor - his two most detested hotel residents!

Who he went to the bother of sending gifts to.

What a freak.

[probssomethingorother]

Whumptober No. 27!

Ellie One-Shot, Hurt/No Comfort, Scar Removal (ish)

Ellie was impulsive - sure - but she wasn’t dumb. If she was finally going to get rid of the scar, some planning was necessitated. And it was that planning that had her now sitting alone on her bathroom floor, bracing herself up against the sink vanity, ready to finally hack out the grotesque reminder of every horrible thing that happened in the last year. -- Ellie's first try at removing her scar is not with chemicals that burn her skin.

TW: Cutting/ Self-Injurious behaviors

Finish reading it below the cut or on Ao3! but don't forget to drop a comment wherever you read :)

She had thought about it just enough to know she was going to do it, but not enough to talk herself out of it. 

Enough to take a bowl Joel wouldn’t miss from the kitchen.

Enough to go to the linen closet and grab the oldest towel in the house.

Enough to sneak into his bathroom a few days prior and steal a razor blade insert from the shaver he never used. 

And enough to wait for a day when he was on patrol. 

Ellie was impulsive - sure - but she wasn’t dumb. If she was finally going to get rid of the scar, some planning was necessitated. 

And it was that planning that had her now sitting alone on her bathroom floor, bracing herself up against the sink vanity, ready to finally hack out the grotesque reminder of every horrible thing that happened in the last year.  

She traces the small ridges over and over, finger pads delicately following the raised squiggles that branch out from the remaining teeth impressions. The longest is maybe five inches, but it’s hard to tell if perhaps there’s more of it - or any of them -  just burrowed down in her muscles and away from the surface of her skin. 

Ellie sucks in a deep breath as she clenches her fist and braces her forearm up against her bent knee. She grabs the small flashlight and clicks it on, the snap of the plastic echoing in her small bathroom. She sticks it between her teeth and angles it at her arm, before reaching up with her free hand to grab the small razor blade off the edge of the counter, eyeing it carefully as she retrieves it.

She turns the cool metal over in her fingers, trying to decide the best place to start while biting down on the small light to keep herself steady. She didn’t think she would be nervous, but subtle twinges of worry were slowly starting to bubble in her stomach. 

Ellie checks for the tweezers, towel, and bowl, again, all sitting next to her on the tile floor - just where she left them - perfectly in reach. 

She takes another breath as she turns her head back toward her arm. She unclenches her fist and wipes it along her jeans - her palm having gone quite sweaty - and then resumes the position. 

Don’t be a chicken. 

Ellie presses the blade to her skin and scrapes it down. It’s not anywhere near hard or deep enough, producing a scratch at most, barely slicing the top layer of skin. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, feeling pretty dumb about the failure. 

“Come on Williams," she whispers to herself, the self-encouragement coming out jumbled with the light still firmly in place between her teeth. 

Without any second thought, she tries again, starting at her arm intensely as she touches the blade to her forearm, applying much more pressure this time. 

She waits till she sees her skin dip under the force and feels a prick of pain before dragging it down hard. There is some resistance she wasn’t expecting, but she just clenches her jaw and continues to cut. She only lifts the razor away once she’s made a several-inch long line that bisects a particularly dense area of mycelium strands. 

It doesn’t bleed immediately, and at first, she wonders if perhaps there is nothing there to bleed, that underneath it all, her arm is just totally taken over by fungus. 

When she sliced that crushed clicker on his forehead a year ago, that’s all there was - white threads tightly knitted across his skull. 

Is that what she looked like inside?

Part of her wanted to know, part of her didn’t. 

There isn’t much more time to think about though, only seconds later, the edges of the cut start to turn red, and then blood seeps up and through. She watches as it pools at the opening and then eventually breaks with tension, trailing down her arm. 

She’s so entranced by her own blood for a moment that she doesn't even go to stave it off, some of the crimson substance dripping down and falling on her jeans. 

She quickly shakes herself out of it and drops the razor into the bowl, thing metal clattering against the ceramic. She retrieves the towel and presses it firmly over the slice, screwing her eyes shut when the action immediately stings. 

Carefully she lifts the old tan towel away, raising just a couple of inches, while she leans her head to the side so the beam of the flashlight can catch the wound. It’s still bleeding - a lot- and Ellie quickly puts the towel back down over it. 

She casts a glance to the tweezers, then to her hand holding the towel, and then back again to the tweezers. 

Fuck. 

She lets her head fall back against the cabinet door with a thud, annoyed that she hadn’t really thought this part through enough. She wasn’t going to be able to see a goddamn thing - pull and dig at a goddamn thing - if it just kept bleeding. She only had one fucking hand now - not even the dominant one - and it could either hold the towel and wipe away blood, or it could hold the fucking tweezers.  

Ellie groans, feeling the frustration coil tighter in her chest, anger slowly brewing. The light flickers slightly as she grits her teeth, the flashlight still uncomfortably wedged between them. She doesn’t have time for this. 

Not that she has anywhere to be, but the longer she spends alone in the bathroom, the higher the risk becomes that Joel finds her carving up her arm - walking in on her randomly or breaking down the door when she doesn’t respond. 

She exhales sharply, releasing the towel for a moment, her gaze fixating on the blood that's now freely flowing from the gash. It’s a stark, vivid red against her pale skin. She’s never gotten woozy around blood, but for some reason the longer she stares at it the tighter her throat gets, a ball of anxiousness burgeoning. She quickly pushes the towel back over it, hoping that will also help the throbbing that’s begun. 

Sucking in a shaky breath, Ellie makes a decision. She pries away the towel again, yanking it a little this time as the fibers stick to her skin. She straightens up against the vanity, letting her legs kick out just a little so they aren’t so tightly coiled up to her chest, but still bent so she can break against them. She takes the towel and uses it to wipe at her, the rough texture scraping against her skin, and causing a burning sensation when it passes over the slice. Wincing, she blots at the wound carefully, trying to soak up as much as she can, before ultimately giving up. 

Holding her right arm away, Ellie uses her left to lay out the blood-stained towel over her thighs and lap, covering up her jeans. She puts her right arm back up against her leg. When she goes to make a fist this time, she can’t help but see that her hand is now shaking, something she tries hard to ignore, clamping the quivers away. 

Her heart hammers in her chest, a relentless drumbeat echoing in her ears. She picks up the tweezers, her left hand joining the right and now also softly trembling. Hands sweaty and wet with a little blood, combined with the quivers, they slip from her grasp, landing on her lap. 

“Fuck,” she mutters at the small inconvenience, and retrieves them, grasping the pair a bit tighter this time.  

With a determined squint, she aims the flashlight beam at her arm, the light bouncing off the crimson that now paints her skin. She pushes the tip of the tweezer into the edge of the slice and tries to push it away to see more inside, but it does little other than bring pain. Even with the flashlight, all she can really see is a lot of red.

Ellie grits her teeth, fighting back a cry of frustration and pain. She pushes the tweezers deeper, probing into her flesh. She could see the ridges from the right under her skin, yet, now it was open, they were somehow illusive. 

She pinches at random bits, feeling around for something. Each movement sends jolts of agony up her arm, but she doesn't relent, just grips her hand tighter, and tucks her chin into her chest whenever she hits something especially sensitive sending shock-like tingles up to her fingers. 

After a minute of fruitless probing, she takes a moment, letting her head drop back, and spitting the flashlight into her lap. She wiggles her jaw, stretching it after biting down so hard on the plastic, and takes the moment to blow out a deep breath through her lips, before sucking in another shake one. 

She knew it was going to hurt, but god that hurt like motherfucker. 

Ellie didn’t give herself a long reprieve at all, especially since she could feel the towel growing wet with more and more blood, it getting weighty and soaking through her thin jeans. She grabbed a slightly cleaner edge to the towel and wiped away the excess blood, before positing the the flashing light in her mouth again and grabbing the tweezers. 

This time, she can just make out the glint of something other than blood toward the bottom of the cut - mycelium.

She moves her head to have the light catch it better as she moves the tweezers in place to grasp at it. Determination sets in her jaw as she clamps the tweezers around one strand. It's slippery, and when she goes to tug it up, it falls from the ends of the tweezers snapping together with sharp metal twangs. 

Shit. 

She tries again, only to have the same thing happen again, although somehow it does elicit more pain this time that has her vision going blurry for just a second, making her pause. 

Screwing her eyes shut and then reopens them, before pushing her head closer to her arm, light and focus going closer.  

She can see another strand just poking out from the side, the majority of it still buried beneath her skin and not out in the open from the slice. She reaches for it with the tweezers, her movements are awkward and shaky, but as she tries to grab the white little fiber, it's like it senses her intention this time. The mycelium clearly wiggles and slips away, retreating back to the side and burrowing deeper into her flesh. 

Panic and horror flutter in Ellie’s chest. 

She was not expecting them to actually fucking move. 

For a moment, she wants to vomit. 

And then she just really wants them all fucking out.  

The scar no longer mattered; If the mycelium was alive within her, she was an extension of it. She was it. And if she was it... Jesus Christ. 

… Riley, Tess, Sam…

She was a harbinger of fucking death. 

Amongst the panic, and horror, and disgust, a wave of humiliation crashes into her, dumbstruck that she ever once believed she was some miracle cure. She nothing more than an infected. 

And she didn’t want to be - couldn’t be. 

Ellie drops the tweezers quickly and grabs the razor again, something almost primal taking over, a weird surge of adrenaline. She takes the sharp edge of the blade and pushes it into another smaller patch of raised mycelium ridges. She drags the metal till it cuts, before doing it again, and again. Four askew slices now paint her arm, all bleeding - maybe too profusely. 

It could be the adrenaline, but it doesn’t hurt all that much when she does it. And even if it did hurt, all Ellie really could process is the fact that the fungus is inside her, moving and living.

She frantically wipes some of the blood away, this time foregoing the towel entirely and just using her hand before grabbing the tweezers and diving in. 

Her heart beats so hard in her chest that it feels like it might break something and the way her ribcage rises and falls so noticeably begs the question if it's from her heart moving or her lungs. Her breaths are coming in more rushed and heavy, practically choking out of her mouth as she still holds the goddamn flashlight there. 

The light does help some, but Ellie also thinks the mycelium fibers, might actually be moving away from it. Even so, she can’t make herself spit out the light - now using it as something to bear down on as much as a tool. 

Her arm and hands are visibly shaking now, and she has to concentrate hard to position the tweezers where they need to go. Somehow, she manages to latch onto a strand revealed by one of the newer slices. She pinches the tweezers hard, with a mix of desperation and hope, making sure she really has a grip on the fiber. 

Her breath hitches as she pulls at it, but it's like tugging at a deeply rooted weed. The pain is blinding, a white-hot flash that threatens to swallow her consciousness. Her hand trembles violently, but she keeps pulling. It produces a deep pressure and strange burning sensation that ripples through her entire arm. She can feel her forearm muscles contracting, the cramping just adding yet another layer of intense discomfort. 

She screws her eye shut as she stomps her foot into the tile floor, trying to get some release from it all while still mustering through. Tears prick at her waterline. 

She screams in her throat as she pulls again, tweezers almost slipping from her fingers. Yet, it won't budge. It's entrenched in her, a part of her. It makes her stomach churn. 

She spits out the flashlight in frustration, and it clatters onto the bathroom floor, the beam dancing across the baseboards as it settles. Mouth-free, Ellie bites down hard, molars digging into each other as she tries again to keep pulling at the strand. 

About two inches of the mycelium string hangs out of the cut now, the rest still somewhere buried deep. She can see it wiggling in the grip of the tweezers ever so slightly and can feel another part of it somewhere deep trying to retract the rest of its length. It’s an entirely new feeling, that makes her head spin. 

She bangs her head against the back of the cabinet door, several times. She feels the sting, but it's nothing compared to everything else. She closes her eyes, sucks in a shaky breath, and then opens them with a renewed sense of determination. 

When her shaky hand pulls at the fiber again, it slides out just a little more,  scratching at her muscles, before going straight and tight. And then suddenly, it snaps. 

When it breaks, just a minuscule part is let in the mouth of the tweezers while the more considerable bit drops down to her arm lamely. Ellie watches in horror as the fiber twitches, and then slithers back inside of her, disappearing into the bloody mess of her wound. Frantically, she tries to catch it before it can completely disappear, but her large fingers in comparison aren’t able to grab at the small strand. 

A wave of nausea hits her, and her vision swims. The bathroom feels impossibly hot, and she can feel cold sweat beading on her forehead.

Angrily, she chucks the tweezers into the small bowl, the tiny bit of mycelium twitching around like a bug on the brink of death, as it lays discarded. 

Ellie leans back, sliding down a little, as she tries to take some controlled breaths. She can’t bring herself to look at her arm and instead trains her gaze forward on the old faded floral wallpaper. Ellie's breaths come in ragged gasps as she feels herself getting woozier, the blood loss starting to take its toll. She's aware of the blood still flowing, a warm, sticky presence on her skin. The room starts to spin, and she can feel her grip on consciousness loosening.

“Fuck.Shit.Fuck,” she mumbles as she hits her head back against the cabinet again, tears growing in her waterline, but not spilling over quite yet. 

“Great fucking job Williams.” Ellie slurs, her words sounding distant to her own ears. In a shock to even herself, her head slips and lolls forward for a second, vision flashing black for a second, until she tips her head back into place. The yellow light of the bathroom starts to become filled with something akin to little tiny stars and static, and Ellie knows she should be doing something, but her brain is all fuzzy, working a little slow. 

Her eyes drift down to her arm, and she actually doesn’t recognize it. She’s looking right at it, but it doesn’t feel like hers.

She swallows down hard and tries to focus. 

She takes the now very dirty and damp towel off her lap and bunches it up as much as possible in her left hand before weakly pressing it directly onto her forearm. The pain from the pressure is immediate, accompanied by more stars popping up in her vision, dancing about. 

When she gets used to them enough, Ellie attempts to make her way to standing. She bends her legs trying to get her feet to grasp the slick tile but it doesn’t do much, forcing her to roll onto her side and then get onto her knees. From there, she shakily tries to stand, but her balance is all without the use of her hands, making her body sway back and forth. She almost trips when she does it, and instinctively, her arms shoot out to brace against the bathroom counter. Even with her left hand and towel as a buffer, the pain is immense when her forearm connects with the countertop. 

Her mouth falls open, in shock, but no sound comes up. 

Hurtssofucking bad fuck.  

And just as the pain starts to subside a fraction, she’s jostled again, as the door opens and slams into her shoulder. 

It takes a minute for her brain to register what’s happening, head turning toward the doorway belatedly, eyes wide and glassy. Her gaze, blurred and unfocused, struggles to make out the figure standing in the doorway, a silhouette framed by the dim light of her bedroom. 

Her brain can’t grasp how someone is now here, with her. 

That was not supposed to happen. 

"Ellie?" The voice cuts through the haze, tinged with alarm.

Tommy. 

Her vision zeroes in, features coming into focus. 

Ellie takes a wobbly step back, letting him finish opening the door and step inside himself.  

The sight that greets him — all the blood, drops, and handprints of it everywhere,  Ellie's pale, sweat-soaked face — freezes him for a moment, leaving the two just standing, staring at each other dumbfounded. 

That is until Ellie’s knee gives out, almost crumbling down to the floor but manages to catch herself on the bathroom vanity, her left hand moving away from her right to keep herself up. The minute he sees her going down Tommy is jumping into action, grabbing her at the waist to keep her up. 

Holding her in his arms, Tommy tucks his chin into his chest so he can get a better vantage point to peer down her face. Her eyes are open but dazed, and her breathing seems a bit shallow. She tries to steady herself, but her legs are uncooperative, trembling, and unable to push up against the tile. 

“What the hell happened, Ellie?” Tommy all but whispers, his gaze scanning the chaos in the bathroom again before hoisting her up a little, so his arms better slip up and under her armpits. They are chest to chest, with her arms flipping out toward the side - the position isn’t great, but it’s keeping her from meeting the floor.  Her head lolls against his shoulder and the towel that was now on the ground, allowing her blood to drip onto the tiled floor, with a soft patter. 

Ellie tries to speak, but her words are lost in a raspy breath. She just shakes her head, unable to articulate anything other than, “I was just tryin’-“ before trailing off, her own eyes also wandering down to the pool of blood at her feet. 

Tommy doesn’t wait for the rest of the answer, and quickly pulls her from the bathroom, scooping her up into his arms the second he has room past the doorway. 

As he crosses the few paces to her bed, Ellie mumbles, ”I-I tried to... get it out," her voice a mere whisper, laced with pain and a delirium that frightens Tommy more than the blood by a long shot. 

Carefully, he drops her onto the bed, trying to protect her arm, but she still winces, sucking in a breath threw her teeth as her face contorts in pain. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Tommy apologizes softly, as he turns and leaves her, quite literally running out of her bedroom and to the hallway closet to retrieve more towels.

When he returns a fraction of a second later, Ellie’s just barely leaning over the side of her bed, dry heaving. Tommy rushes to Ellie's side, throwing the towels on the bed and plopping onto the edge of it next to her, his expression a mix of concern and urgency.

His hands hover for a second, unsure where to touch, afraid to cause her more pain, before falling down. He places one hand on her back while his other gently presses into her forehead, giving her something to brace against. 

"Hey, hey, easy now," he murmurs, trying to offer some comfort amidst the chaos. The heaving only lasts a minute or two, but it's a long torturous minute, very retch sending spikes of pain through her arm. “You’re okay, you’re okay, kiddo.” 

Ellie's response is nothing more than a weak nod, her body trembling. The blood seeps into the sheets, staining them a dark, ominous red.

"Okay, okay," Tommy mutters more to himself than to her, trying to gather his thoughts. When her body settles, he gently maneuvers her away from the edge of the bed, tipping her back over so she’s lying down. “Let me, um, let me see this,” he says lowly under his breath, almost lost as to what he should be doing for her right now.

With a lot of trepidation, he finds her wet bloody arm, and carefully grasps it at the wrist and elbow, moving it supine on the bed. He leans over her body to grab a towel and then gently places it over her arm. He quickly glances up to her face, only to find Ellie’s eyes closed. 

His heart clenches in his chest and his stomach bottoms out.

He doesn’t give her any warning, he presses down on the tool, both hands applying heaving pressure to the entirety of her small arm. Ellie's body stiffens, a throaty groan escaping her lips as her eyes flutter open. He watches her, his own breath held, his eyes scanning her face anxiously trying to read her reaction. But despite the pain he was surely causing her, Ellie’s face remained relatively deadpan, clearly dazed from blood loss. 

Tommy gently removes the towel, wincing at the sight of the deep, jagged cuts. ”What did you do, kid?" He softly says voice cracking with a mix of fear and sorrow, as he pushes the towel back into her arm.

He isn’t expecting her to answer, so when her small voice lands on his ears, he whips his head up, eyes meeting hers.

Her eyelids flutter, her voice barely a whisper. "I thought... I could fix it.”

“Fix what kid?” 

”I didn’t want it,” she slurs, eyes barely focusing on him. “-I didn’t to be it,” she finishes, shaking her head, weakly scratching it against her pillow. Her eyes close shut, and when they do, tears finally trickle out. 

“Okay, okay, that’s all right, kiddo,” Tommy replies, as he sucks in a shaky breath and lets one of his hands leave her arm. Delicately, he uses the back of his finger to wipe at the tears trailing down her cheek. 

“Tommy you hear yet?” 

Relief and fear crash into Tommy, as Joel’s booming voice calls up the stairs while the front door slams shut, rattling the entire house. 

“Joel!” He calls, the desperation clear in his voice, eyes flickering back and forth between the doorway and Ellie as he waits for Joel to make it up the stairs. 

He hears his brother’s boots clomping up the stairs, clearly with haste, and the minute he sees his silhouette in the doorway, Tommy can’t hold back, the rushed words stumbling from his mouth.

“I foun- ..I think she tried to kill herself.” 

[sekitomenonde]

I switched to actual razor blade instead of the smol blades from the shaver and accidentally cut more than normal cuz it's so sharp, so excited!

[queerasaurus-rexx]

Tips For First Time Leg Shavers

a tip for trans femme/femme nb people wanting to start shaving their legs:

start with an electric shaver. like one you'd use for your face is fine, as long as it doesn't have the teeth at the front? something like these

you can use shaving cream on your legs too. in fact you should.

'but why can't i just use a regular razor like i do for my face?'

if it's your first time shaving your legs, it's best to get a feel for your legs and any lumps or bumps on them before going at them with a blade. also, there may be some areas that may be difficult to get to and trying to manoeuvre a sharp blade around your ankles for the first time can be daunting. better to get a feel for it first.

it's a different motion too, leaning down, shifting around to get the back of your calves. i recommend you try your first time sitting somewhere you can elevate your legs and bend them slightly.

this should go without saying, but don't shave if you have any healing cuts or scrapes.

be gentle. electric shavers won't give you a totally smooth shave but sometimes just not having visible hair is good enough.

make sure to use moisturizer on your legs after, even if you use a moisturizing shave cream. check for any anomalies after.

now go forth and may the gender euphoria be strong.

[lacomandante]

I’ve been shaving Teresa’s coat...it’s been. A process lol. The fluff in the last photo is only a tiny portion of the fluff taken off so far. First photo, left side of the front I’ve been shaving down vs the right side. I was using a straight blade but it was uncomfortable to hold (and also the blade kept slipping and I broke it trying to fix it lol) so today I went out and bought a glass scraper which works surprisingly well and is way more comfortable in hand. The issue is the corners aren't rounded so I have to make sure it’s not gouging out the fabric, which makes it a little less smooth of a cut, but does get more off imo. i’m probably only about 1/6th of the way done and will keep going over it with a razor and a fabric shaver until I feel like it’s a small enough nap. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go have a hairball.

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Electric Head Shaver Market 2024 : Industry Analysis, Trends, Segmentation, Regional Overview And Forecast 2033

The Electric Head Shaver Global Market Report 2024 by The Business Research Company provides market overview across 60+ geographies in the seven regions - Asia-Pacific, Western Europe, Eastern Europe, North America, South America, the Middle East, and Africa, encompassing 27 major global industries. The report presents a comprehensive analysis over a ten-year historic period (2010-2021) and extends its insights into a ten-year forecast period (2023-2033).

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According to The Business Research Company’s Electric Head Shaver Global Market Report 2024, The electric head shaver market size is expected to see strong growth in the next few years. It will grow to $25.45 billion in 2028 at a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 6.1%. The growth in the forecast period can be attributed to advancements in shaver technology, rising disposable income, increasing urbanization, product customization, and eco-friendly and sustainable products. Major trends in the forecast period include the integration of smart technology, enhanced battery performance, rise in multi-functional grooming devices, introduction of subscription services, and advancements in blade technology.

The increasing number of men's salons is expected to propel the growth of the electric head shaver market going forward. A men's salon is a grooming establishment that provides specialized haircuts, shaves, and other grooming services exclusively for men. The increasing number of men's salons is driven by rising male grooming awareness and demand for specialized services tailored to men's grooming needs. Men's salons use an electric head shaver to provide efficient, close, and quick head shaves tailored to client's preferences. For instance, in January 2024, according to the National Hair and Beauty Federation (NHBF), a UK-based trade association, the number of men's hair and beauty businesses in the UK increased to over 61,000 in 2023, up from 48,000 in 2022. Therefore, the increasing number of men's salons is driving the growth of the electric head shaver market.

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The electric head shaver market covered in this report is segmented –

1) By Type: Washable Type, Non-Washable Type 2) By Blade Material: Stainless Steel, Titanium, Ceramic 3) By Technology: Rechargeable, Battery Operated 4) By Age Group: Adults, Teenagers 5) By Application: Personal Use, Professional Use

Major companies operating in the electric head shaver market are focused on developing innovative grooming solutions, such as hybrid trimmers and shavers, to elevate the grooming experience. A hybrid trimmer and shaver is a grooming device that combines the functions of both trimming and shaving for versatile hair and beard maintenance. For instance, in May 2024, Koninklijke Philips N.V., a Netherlands-based health technology company, introduced the OneBlade Face and Body, a groundbreaking hybrid trimmer and shaver to deliver a seamless grooming experience for men. This innovative product boasts critical features such as the ability to trim, edge, and shave any hair length and can be used for cutting hair on the head. Its dual protection system, which includes a glide coating and rounded tips, ensures a more comfortable and efficient shave. Additionally, its fast-moving cutter, operating at 6000 times per minute, effectively trims even longer hairs.

The electric head shaver market report table of contents includes:

1. Executive Summary

2. Electric Head Shaver Market Characteristics

3. Electric Head Shaver Market Trends And Strategies

4. Electric Head Shaver Market - Macro Economic Scenario

5. Global Electric Head Shaver Market Size and Growth ...........

32. Global Electric Head Shaver Market Competitive Benchmarking

33. Global Electric Head Shaver Market Competitive Dashboard

34. Key Mergers And Acquisitions In The Electric Head Shaver Market

35. Electric Head Shaver Market Future Outlook and Potential Analysis

36. Appendix

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