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Ayurvedic Approach To Type 2 Diabetes

Introduction to Diabetes and Types  

Studies have shown that India ranks second after China in the global diabetes epidemic, with 77 million people with diabetes. Of these, 12.1 million are aged >65 years, which is estimated to increase to 27.5 million in the year 2045. There are two most common types of diabetes: Type 1 diabetes and Type 2 diabetes

With Type 1 diabetes, the body stops producing insulin as the insulin-producing cells in the pancreas are destroyed. In this condition, a person must take insulin injections daily to regulate blood glucose levels.

Type 2 diabetes is a serious disease where your body may not respond to insulin, or the body makes insulin but not enough or does not use it well, and thus the sugar levels could go haywire. Thus, sugar steadily builds up in the blood, eventually leading to the blood vessels hardening, causing heart attacks, kidney failure, and stroke.

What are the risk factors for type 2 diabetes?

Risk factors that can increase diabetes include

obesity and a sedentary lifestyle,

uncontrolled blood glucose synthesis in the liver,

hereditary causes

Dysfunctional beta-cell in the pancreas

What are the symptoms of Type 2 diabetes?

You may have diabetes if you have

Blooded vision

Frequent urination

Increased hunger

Slowed healing of wounds, red, swollen, tender gums, and

Tingling hands and feet. If you experience such symptoms, consult your doctor immediately.

What are the complications of Type 2 Diabetes?

Long-term untreated diabetes affects the nerve, kidneys, heart, and eyes.

Nerve damage: Diabetes damages the nerves in the legs and arms. These cause numbness, pain, and tingling that start with the fingers and toes and spread along the legs. If this is left untreated, a person can lose all sense of feeling. Diabetic neuropathy is a family of progressive nerve disorders.

Kidney damage: Long-term uncontrolled blood sugar leads to kidney failure that requires dialysis or a kidney transplant.

Heart and blood vessels: For people with diabetes, who have high blood glucose cause blood vessels in the body to become damaged; when this happens, plaque can form in the blood vessels, making it difficult for the blood to flow.

Eye damage: Diabetes, if left untreated, can damage the retina of the eyes, which may lead to blindness.

Nutrients and vitamins:

Diabetic patients tend to have less nutrient absorption for vitamins like Vit C, D3, calcium, and Vit, herbs. Defective insulin secretion and insulin sensitivity cause metabolic disorders.

Ayurvedic Approach for Type 2 Diabetes

In Ayurveda, diabetes is described as ‘Madhumeha’. Diabetes mellitus is described as Vaat Pramehaand Diabetes insipidus is described as Kaph Prameha

According to Ayurveda, imbalances of kaph dosh, pitt dosh together with vaat dosh are the main cause of Madumeha. Vaat, kaph, and Pitt block the pathways connected to the mamsa (muscle) and meda (fat) tissues.

Eating too much, not exercising, being overweight—all these factors aggravate the vaat dosh of the body, where the body does not make enough insulin or does not use it well, and that leads to diabetes.

Ayurveda suggests Jamun and its seeds are highly effective herbs against diabetes. Known as jamboline and jambosine, the fruit seeds slow down the release of sugar into the bloodstream and increase insulin levels. Diabetes symptoms such as frequent urination and thrusting can be reduced with it since it converts starch into energy. In addition to reducing serum glucose levels and insulin resistance, the herb also reduces dyslipidemia and enhances the function of B cells. As a result, the herb rejuvenates the pancreatic cells at the cellular level.

What is the Treatment for Type 2 Diabetes?

Treatment of type 2 diabetes focus on the combination of diet and lifestyle changes along with medicines.

Lifestyle changes: Yoga has shown to be a great option in the treatment of diabetes. Regularly practising yoga can help to control blood sugar and increase insulin sensitivity in the cells. In addition to helping reduce blood sugar, yoga benefits by reducing stress levels and reducing the risk of heart problems by protecting cardiac health. Regular yoga helps to improve nerve function and boost metabolism, thereby improving nerve health.

Diet changes: It is recommended to consume low-fat foods, avoid any dairy-based products, and incorporate certain foods, such as bitter ground, Bengal gram, and fenugreek seeds, to control blood sugar.

Blood sugar monitoring:  Regular blood sugar monitoring is beneficial in the treatment of type 2 diabetes.

Medication:

Although it is now one of the most common yet challenging health issues that people face, a rooted approach plus modern technology provide Meta medicine in the form of DiabGavyam, which is effective and consists of some of the best herbs for the treatment of type 2 diabetes.

DiabGavyam activates the pancreas, stimulates the secretion of a balanced amount of insulin, and regulates the metabolism of carbohydrates. The formulation is blended with the herbs Jamun Beej, and Madhunashak that protect the nerve cells in the retina, thus fortifying the blood vessel, and promoting blood circulation, thus lowering the chance of diabetic retinopathy.

While medicine helps in the control of blood sugar; it does not have any side effects after taking a tablet. You can take 1 or 2 tablets twice a day or as directed by your physician.

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Lap of Luxury | Sugar Daddy!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: As a young woman without much income, a joke of a job, and an unfortunately expensive taste, your curiosity one evening leads to a string of events far out of your control.

Warnings: Age gap (reader is 23, Bradley is 40), suggestive themes (no smut), fluff

Word Count: 4,635

“Babe,” your best friend slurred. “You need to get on Seeking Arrangements! These guys- they just buy you stuff! And give you money!”

Another conversation about your not-so-much of an income, splitting a bottle of wine with your best friend, and her insistence on helping you has devolved into this. Discussing a sugar daddy arrangement from a site for older folks. You couldn't imagine a worse way to spend your night.

“Aren't they, like, old?” You ask with a sneer. Your friend just laughs it off.

“And rich!” She squeals. “You’d never have to work another shitty job again! C’mon just try it!” She grabbed your phone from you and fumbled with it to download the app.

“Ugh, what’s your password?” She showed you the screen where the app store was asking. You hesitate before typing it in and allowing her to do the rest.

“Okay first thing’s first,” she places her hand on your knee, mostly to steady herself. “Never use your real name. So you're going to be…”

She starts typing on the phone, probably using her galaxy brain to come up with something truly brilliant. And by brilliant, that means ridiculous.

“Genevieve,” she states finally. You don't hate the name, but it's not yours. You made a mental note to change it when you're sober. “Everything else will be the same. And…”

She starts scrolling through your camera roll. You'd have freaked out but really, there wasn't anything there she hasn't seen already. She taps on a photo of you she took a week ago at a vineyard the two of you had visited (on her dime) and handed your phone back to you,

“Voilà! Welcome yo Seeking Arrangements,” she grinned at you. You looked down at your profile and sighed.

“Now what?” You ask flatly.

“Find someone!”

“How? I don't know how to use this!”

“Ugh, you're so boring sometimes…”

Thus began a hunt for the “perfect man” to fund your broke self’s habits. It was all a drunken blur from there, and you passed out on your couch after about two hours of playing around on the app. You had no idea there were so many men willing to give their money away to young women with no regard. But it was working out in your favor.

-

You woke up the next day with a pounding hangover, cottonmouth and your phone on 5% battery. Your friend was nowhere to be found - as usual after drinking binges like that. You mentally kicked yourself for allowing it to go this far but, realistically, you didn't care to go into work today anyway.

A quick text to your boss and a shaky walk to your bedroom to plug your phone in preceded your chug-fest in the kitchen. Drinking straight from the tap wasn't fast enough, but it would suffice. You groaned as you finished gorging yourself on your borderline acceptable tap water, went to the cabinet, and pulled out your bottle of painkillers. You popped two extra strength tablets and washed them down with yet another healthy gulp of water.

You walked back to your bedroom and laid in the quiet dark on your bed. Just as you closed your eyes, your phone buzzed. Once, then twice. You pick it up to see you have missed messages from men on that confounded Seeking Arrangements app. You groan and set the phone down again, remembering just how horribly drunk you got last night. Drunk and stupid, it seemed. You hear another buzz and pick up the phone in frustration, unlocking it and then scrolling through the messages and threads you'd started last night.

Genevieve. What a stupid name. You quickly changed it to your name and kept scrolling through. You deleted many of the threads, only stopping on a few men who were even remotely close to your age bracket. All tech startup guys with nothing better to do than wine and dine young women into their panties. Typical.

You’re about to delete the app when you see one face in particular that doesn't piss you off like the rest. You open your conversation from the night before to find it was pleasant, not sexually charged, and genuine. You smile briefly before clicking his profile picture. He’s handsome, too handsome. What’s the catch?

You open his profile to see his age, what he does, and where he is. He’s forty, lives nearby in San Diego, and is an aviator for the Navy. The military thing would have been a turn off if the conversation you’d had didn't look so… refreshing. You scroll to see his net worth - nearly one million. Unheard of among these other men. He must be well-off.

You scroll more and see he’s very close by. A block away. You excitedly - but cautiously -  type a message to him.

You: So sorry, I fell asleep. I think it's wild you’re still single at your age. How doesn't that mustache pull women nowadays?

You bite your lip and quickly turn the brightness down on your phone, the blue light making your migraine worse. You see him typing and your heart flutters.

You can't believe this is happening. How did you let your friend talk you into this? Were you crazy? Desperate? Or just lonely? You watched the bubbles on screen appear and disappear as the man on the other side of the screen typed his response to you.

The self-loathing part of your brain told you he was figuring out how to turn you down gently. Tell you you're too young for this, to go find someone your own age, chase your dreams, and whatever other sentiments he could think of. You wanted to hear it, but you also didn't. This was all too much.

Until it wasn't.

Bradley Bradshaw: No worries, sweetheart. I see you're nearby - let me come get you and treat you to brunch. Mimosas?

-

You stood outside your apartment with your cutest outfit on, though to someone like Bradley, it could be considered… revealing. You didn’t have much, hence the entire reason your friend had convinced you to join that stupid app in the first place. Regardless, you stood waiting for Bradley to come pick you up for your impromptu brunch date.

Could you even call it a date?

Your mind swam as you stared down at the photo of him on the app. He was handsome, yes. You just weren’t sure if this made you one of those gold-digging, shallow women who you were sure were all over this app. He looked as though he’d spent a lifetime laughing, living. The wrinkles you could see that weren’t airbrushed out of this photo seemed deeply set. A good sign that he wasn’t as stuffy as some of the other guys you’d apparently spoken to.

Was this just a giant ass mistake?

What if he was just another one of these guys looking to fuck a younger woman and then give her some hush money? Or even expensive gifts in lieu of hush money? You didn’t want to be the dumb trophy on some older man’s arm. And that was when it hit you - you actually liked Bradley. It was just a small crush, of course, you’d hardly known him. Hardly even spoken to him. But from the little interaction you’d had he seemed like the genuine article.

Before you could psych yourself out any more, you heard the low rumble of a classic car getting closer. You popped your head up to see a bright blue classic Ford Bronco headed your way. Your eyes lit up - having an affinity for classic cars - and you simply prayed that this was Bradley coming to get you. 

The car came to a stop right in front of you, and the aforementioned Bradley was looking out the window at you with a grin. He pulled his aviators down the bridge of his nose and looked you in the eyes. A genuine kind of look on his face that had you melting inside.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said kindly. “Are you ready to go?”

You nodded wordlessly and shoved your phone into your small purse. Bradley jumped out of the Bronco and approached you. He was incredibly tall, compared to you, and he didn’t have this dominating presence that you kept thinking he would have. No, he was like a giant teddy bear - someone you could imagine curling up with at the end of the day and getting nothing but hugs and kisses from.

“You’re even more adorable than that picture on the app, you know,” he tilted his head sweetly to one side. Your cheeks flushed a bright red, though you weren’t sure if he would notice.

“I-I’m happy I’ve surpassed expectations,” you croaked. “God, I’m sorry-” He chuckled and shook his head.

“I’m nervous, too, sweetheart,” he admitted kindly. “Let’s get to where we’re going and we can be nervous together.” He took your hand and led you to the passenger side of the Bronco. He opened the door for you and helped you get up into the seat. He waited until you were situated before closing the door and walking coolly to the other side and getting into the driver’s seat.

“I hope you don’t mind. I chose a more secluded spot than I normally would,” Bradley admitted as he pulled away from the curb. “Not because I’m embarrassed, but just because I’d hate to have people I know giving me shit.”

“I completely understand,” you say softly. “I would die if someone I knew saw me doing this… Whatever this is.”

“I’d say we can put off putting a label on it until we’re sure, yeah?” Bradley looked over at you with a smile. “No pressure, no fakery, no stress.”

“I love the sound of that,” you said sweetly, looking at him with a smile.

Soon, you arrived at a small brunch joint on the outskirts of the city. Bradley had assured you he’d never seen his buddies here, and you assured him that your friends are too broke to afford this kind of place. Sharing a laugh, Bradley cuts the engine and gets out of the Bronco. He walks to your side and helps you out before linking your arm with his.

“I’ll treat you right, okay?” He said sweetly as he walked you in. You only smiled in response and allowed him to lead you inside. He gave his last name coolly to the hostess and she ushered the two of you to a more private booth at the back of the restaurant. Bradley pulled your chair out for you and let you sit first. What a gentleman. He took his seat across from you and removed his aviators.

Those eyes were mesmerizing. Beautiful brown that you swore had little flecks of gold in them. You could get lost in those eyes if you weren’t careful, so you quickly picked up the small menu and looked it over. Yikes. You for sure wouldn’t be able to afford this.

“So, I can tell this is not something you usually do,” Bradley said softly. “Me neither, if I’m honest.”

“Honestly? My friend made me do it. We were… Drinking last night. And she convinced me this would be a good idea.” You admitted candidly. “I didn’t know what to expect.

“Hah! Sounds exactly like what my friend did to me,” he admitted right back. “I forgot the app even existed until you messaged me last night. Then, I just got this… feeling. Like, if I let this slip by, I’d regret it the rest of my life.”

“Hence, why we’re sitting here having brunch together,” you finish for him. “I have to admit, Bradley, you don’t seem like the type to go for… younger women. You’re mature, put together, and seem like a zero-bullshit guy.”

“Yeah, well, the Navy sort of beats that into you,” he laughs softly. “Women are usually deterred by the military thing. They automatically think you’re looking to get married, or they think you’re active duty and are going to lose you. So they don’t even bother trying.” He looks up at you. “I’m just trying to find someone to spoil. Someone to care for, and someone to care for me right back.”

You appreciated his honesty. You liked skipping around the nervous chatter, the lies, the embellishments. This was a far cry from some of the dates you’d been on in the past - boys pretending to be men that they’re not. Bradley clearly went through that when he was your age. And he clearly realized it doesn’t work long-term.

“You’re saying all the right things, Bradley,” you chime. “I just want you to know… I’m not after your money or whatever else it is you have to offer me. I’m not sure what I’m after here, but I’d like to explore this. Whatever it ends up being, or not being, I’m interested to see where it goes.”

You’re surprised to hear those words coming from your mouth. An hour ago you were just about ready to call this whole thing off. You were sure this would make you lesser than; lump you in with all the other desperate girls your age just looking to get rich and not work for it. But, honestly, you didn’t care about money - your friend did. If this all worked out, if Bradley ended up being more than just a Seeking Arrangements date, you’d have to thank her for being such a gold digger.

Oh, the misery.

"I do too, sweetheart,” Bradley said sweetly. “No pressure, no fakery, no stress.”

-

Brunch went exceptionally well. Bradley told you stories from his time in the Naval Academy, TOPGUN, and even a few missions you were pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to share. He told you about his parents and how he followed in his dad’s footsteps. He told you about everything. He was a man who’d lived. You couldn’t grasp, still, how a woman his age wouldn’t want him.

You shared stories from your years in college, your job, and from your childhood. Absolutely nothing compared to the nearly twenty years he had on you. You felt silly telling him about yourself, but he was genuinely interested. He asked so many insightful questions, held your hand, and maintained eye contact. You thought maybe, just maybe, he was falling for you.

You’d be remiss if you didn’t admit you may be falling for him, too.

When the bill came, Bradley snatched it away from you with a mischievous grin. You playfully pouted at him and he just waved you off. He took his wallet out and slid a credit card into the book and held it until the server came back. Clever little devil.

“I told you I’d spoil you, sweetheart,” he mused. “This is me spoiling you. But, I should warn you. This is only the beginning.”

You grinned at him and nodded, relaxing back in your seat. He was just so cool. His entire demeanor, his attitude - devil may care kind of air about him. You enjoyed his youthful aura, especially since you knew he was not quite as youthful as he used to be. It was truly a breath of fresh air.

The bill was paid, you’d successfully drank three mimosas, and Bradley was looking at you with stars in his eyes. He walked you out of the restaurant and to his Bronco. He looked down at you once the two of you were on the passenger’s side. Brushing some hair from your face, he smiled softly and pulled you just a touch closer.

“Well, I’m dying for your review, sweetheart,” he said with a grin. “Did I live up to expectations?”

Your mouth felt dry all of a sudden. Did he? Did he? You’d just spent three hours chatting with a man nearly twice your age about his life, your life, and genuinely enjoying each other's company. And he wants to know if he lived up to expectations? You smiled widely, no longer able to conceal the excitement you felt in your gut about this.

“Very much so. I’d even be so bold as to say you’ve surpassed them,” you took his hand in yours gently. He responded by squeezing your waist a little tighter.

“Then,” he said in a lower tone than he’d used earlier. “You wouldn’t find it uncouth of me to do this?”

Before you could even think of a witty response, his lips were on yours in a gentle, tentative kiss. Your initial shock washed away quickly as your lips pressed back against his. He was gentle, nothing extravagant, nothing lying beneath the surface - just a kiss. His hands slid around your back and upwards, pulling you impossibly closer. Your hands found purchase on his large biceps, squeezing as he drew you nearer.

Like in the movies, you felt an instant spark. Little electrical pulses all over your lips, your cheeks, and wherever he touched you. His hands seemed to be made for you. They seemed to know exactly how to hold you, how to caress you, and how to make you forget all except him and this moment.

And all too quickly, he was pulling away from you. He looked down at you with gentle eyes, a small quirk of his lips. You stared back up at him with your mouth hanging open ever so slightly. He brought his hand up and swept his thumb over your bottom lip. You almost had to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the mild ache that warmed your core.

Bradley let out a soft chuckle and opened the door for you. Like earlier, he helped you into the Bronco and then got in himself. He started the vehicle and started driving away from the restaurant. Your mind swam with the possibilities. He could be your father, but you wanted him. You wanted him to be the man in your life. Just from this one little encounter. You were sure you wanted him.

It really was like the movies.

You noticed eventually that you were nowhere near your apartment, or his. In fact, San Diego wasn’t around you at all. You’d traveled north, and then west. To a small little shopping center away from town. You looked at Bradley curiously and he met your gaze as if on cue.

“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart,” he said coolly. “I’m taking you to the beach. But you need a bathing suit. And, honestly, so do I.” He grinned at you and pulled into a parking spot. Just great! He was already blowing his money on you. Part of you felt guilty, but the other part of you - the part that was still listening to your friend - wanted to see this all through.

He pulled you into a store that sold probably the most revealing swimsuits for the most outrageous prices. You cringed every time you looked at a price tag even though Bradley had assured you nothing was too expensive. Finally, after looking at a one-piece suit that was anything but “one piece,” you pulled Bradley to you.

“I cannot let you spend this kind of money on such little fabric, Bradley,” you pleaded. He simply smiled down at you and nodded.

“I understand completely,” he looked around at the options and narrowed his eyes. “Let me find something worthwhile then.” He kissed your cheek and walked off to search for a suit for you. Dumbfounded, you stood back and watched for a second. Then, without even thinking, you started looking for one for him to wear. Like some kind of girlfriend would.

You picked up a red pair of trunks, the shorter kind that have come into style recently. You weren’t sure if these would make him look younger or just plain silly. You didn’t really care, though, you wanted him to wear them. You figured this would be a good color on him.

When he eventually found you again, he had his hands behind his back. A shit-eating grin on his face, you’d notice. You held up the trunks you’d chosen for him, a small smile on your face.

“How are these?” You asked sweetly. He nodded in approval and then brought a one piece suit out from behind his back.

Your eyes bugged out of your head when you saw it - bright red, just like the trunks you’d chosen for him.

You let out a genuine laugh and smiled up at him. He pulled you in for a quick kiss before taking the trunks from you and walking to the register to pay. You followed behind him but quickly tucked yourself against his side at the counter. He’d picked up a pair of aviators for you, a couple of towels, and some sunblock. Once he paid, he took your hand and led you out of the shop.

“Let’s change into these before we head out. I wanna get right into it when we get to the beach,” he handed you the swimsuit and gently pushed you in the direction of the bathroom. He went to the men’s room to change, and you changed as instructed.

When you arrived at the beach, you were in awe at how gorgeous the scenery was. Not a person in sight, either. Perfect, you thought. Bradley hauled you to the sand like a little kid and laughed at your protests.

“The water is fine! Come on, let me see that suit I got you.” He pinched your sides and tickled you into submission. You shoved him off of you with a wheezing laugh and tore your clothes off to reveal the swimsuit. His eyes traveled down your body in a very uncharacteristically obvious way.

“Wow, sweetheart,” he grunted. “Red is definitely your color.” He took his t-shirt off and tossed it aside. He was surprisingly muscular for someone his age. It added to his charm, you decided, that he was able to stay in such great shape. “How about me? Red a good color on me? Someone my age?”

“Yeah, actually. Those make you look at least ten years younger,” you teased. He laughed and watched you take off towards the water. He followed behind you and let his feet get wet from the waves.

You, on the other hand, were the young sprite who was going deeper into the water. You let the water lap at your thighs before traveling out a little further. The cool water felt amazing on your skin, even better with the sun beating down on you. You closed your eyes and let the waves rock you from side to side. You surely could get used to this.

You suddenly felt hands on your hips, a firm grip. You jumped slightly before turning around to come face-to-face with Bradley. The sun made his eyes sparkle just as you’d predicted in the restaurant. You looked at the age on his face and sigh softly. It’s not as obvious in the sun. Not something you expected.

“You forgot something,” he said softly. He propped the pair of aviators he bought on your face and gently pushed them up the bridge of your nose. He poked the tip of your nose with a boyish grin. “Perfect.”

“You’re gonna let me get a sunburn, too?” You chide with a poke to his ribs.

“Oh, never,” he said with a scandalized look on his face. “Here, turn back around.” He produced the bottle of sunscreen and smirked.

You turned around without hesitation. You felt his hands all over your back as he spread the sunscreen around your skin. He rubbed up and over your shoulders, kissing them gently when he was finished. He traced your spine on the open back of the swimsuit he bought you. You shivered ever so slightly when his hands brushed your skin so gently. He worked the sunscreen into your neck before gently turning you back around and working it over your collarbone. You saw the hesitation in his eyes when he went to drag his fingers lower, but your lack of protest replaced his hesitation with determination. He massaged the sunscreen into the swell of your breasts slowly. Your breath caught in your throat at the touch. The familiar ache between your legs returning.

He moved on to your arms and the tops of your ears. He then put a silly little stripe of it on the bridge of your nose, making you giggle. You took the bottle from him and repeated the gesture on him. He grinned proudly and pulled you close again. His lips crashed onto yours in a hungry kiss, more intimate than the last.

You knew then that you could get used to this.

-

You grinned widely and charged at Bradley, jumping into his arms. He laughed and caught you with ease, spinning you around as you wrapped your legs around him. He playfully tipped you backwards so your hair brushed the water. Your squeal of excitement rang out clear as day, making him smile brighter than you’d seen.

He pulled you back up and you buried your face in his neck. His skin was slick with sweat and sunscreen, and he smelled still like the subtle cologne he wore. He held you securely against him, never daring to drop you.

You pulled your head back and kissed him again. It came easier now, kissing him. It was more exciting, less anxiety-inducing. You liked the way the walls had been dropped and the affections came easier. He gladly kissed you back, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. A soft, more needy than intended whimper left your lips at that.

Instead of scaring him away, it only spurred Bradley on. His hands cupped your rear possessively and he carried you back to shore. And you knew where it would go from there.

He set you down on one of the towels and crawled over you. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he explored your skin with his mouth. Your hands slid up and into his hair, whining softly as he ravaged you with that perfect, experienced mouth.

“I need you to know, sweetheart,” he grunted. “This isn’t a one-off.” You tilted your head, sweat on your brow.

“I’m going to take you out, bring you home, make you mine,” he explained further. “I’m not ready to let you go yet. I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s more than okay,” you breathed. “I’m not ready to let you go yet either.”

“Good,” he said before kissing down your stomach, dangerously close to your aching cunt. “Because I don’t want to go too fast.” He kissed back up your stomach and to your lips.

A pitiful little moan left your lips in protest. He chuckled softly and looked down at you.

“We have time,” he said simply. You wrapped your arms around him and laughed softly. His lips connected with your collarbone before he lifted you back up.

“Let’s order something and eat dinner here. Sound good?” He suggested. You nodded with a grin, kissing his cheek. As he was busy ordering something for dinner, you looked down at your phone for the first time since that morning. You opened it up and looked at your conversation with Bradley on the app. You bit your lip and closed the app. Then you took a leap.

You deleted the app.

Bradley was the only one you cared about among the list of men you’d chatted with. And in a stupidly short amount of time, you started picturing yourself with this man. This real man. He turned to you and smiled as he spoke on the phone with the place he was ordering from. The look on his face when he looked at you was enough. This, eating dinner on a secluded beach, was enough.

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eating disorder harm reduction

no one ever compiled this so that it what we are doing today. for people with eds and people whose loved ones do. please note: i’m not a doctor. this is a compilation of things from books and ed resource sites.

for people whose loved ones have an eating disorder:

try to make sure they know these things.

try not to force them to eat, they might feel uncomfortable eating in front of people. also, risk of refeeding syndrome.

if their life is in danger and you are seeking help for them, consult the person beforehand to make sure they will be safe and give them a heads-up so that they aren’t startled (especially if they’re neurodivergent! giving them notice will aid control!)

offer them ways of controlling things aside from food - practice consent, include them in conversations, don’t talk about them behind their back, compliment their makeup or hair.

be patient. the person may be irritable from lack of sleep, feelings of depression, worthlessness, etc., or malnutrition.

keep in mind that you can’t tell if someone has an eating disorder by looking at them. people of all weights do - only 17% of anorexics are underweight - and also, men and non binary people can also have eds.

general:

drink lots of water, especially if you’re drinking lots of caffeine.

drink some electrolytes at least once a week - gatorade, electrolyte tablets, coconut water, doesn’t matter, just get it into your system.

if you are getting dizzy or flushed and can feel your heart beating, quick carbs will raise your blood sugar - sweets, bread, fruit, juice, non diet soda, whatever. keep snacks around pls.

your brain uses 400-500 calories daily. eat more than this.

take your supplements!

you still need protein, have an egg or something.

don’t take adderal or insulin unless you are actually diabetic or neurodivergent, because you are raising the price by buying them and denying access to those who need it.

throw a towel over the mirror. it’s not worth it if it’ll cause you anxiety.

try to limit disordered behaviours like body checking, purging, and weigh ins.

practice good dental hygiene.

put your scale somewhere where you have to actively look for it to weigh yourself.

avoid social media and for your sake don’t go on pro ed tiktok or tumblr or twitter or insta.

get a buddy who also struggles with the same thing if possible to support each other.

get regular medical check ups (if you can afford it)

practice things within your control - makeup, hair, clothing, etc.

push your rules - eat 5 minutes before your time, or 50 calories over your limit.

for people with restrictive disorders (e.g. anorexia):

do weight and resistance training at least twice a week to prevent musculoskeletal conditions such as osteoporosis.

don’t drink on an empty stomach.

try to put gaps between fasting periods.

don’t fast for more than 72 hours.

wear lots of layers to keep warm.

eat an extra 100-200 calories on your period if you menstruate.

have a metabolism day.

take care of your hair.

as horrifying as this is to many people, please go to the hospital if you’re experiencing heart problems or if you’re passing out for more than 30 seconds.

for people with purging disorders (e.g. bulimia):

if you would like to purge, wait 15 minutes first.

after purging: drink lots of water - the emptiness you feel is dehydration. don’t brush your teeth but rinse your mouth out, preferably with an alkaline mouthwash or baking soda mixed into water. do something you want to do, like reading a book or watching a show. don’t smoke. don’t have anything acidic. eat a banana or some chocolate or a rice cake to keep your blood sugar levels in check.

if you vomit blood or your vomit looks like coffee grounds, this is a sign of internal bleeding. you could be drowning in your own blood from a hole in your esophagus, essentially. go to the hospital or call 911/999/the emergency number in your area.

stay safe everyone. i hope this helps. also, i do not use these tags - i have them blocked - but i am using them so that people on these tags will find this because they need it most.

[suzukiblu]

Day eighteen of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

“Definitely somewhere nice,” Tim says, trying not to get distracted by watching Kon drink the last of his smoothie. Why is this bastard  so attractive all the time, anyway? Tim doesn’t think Superman is attractive. Superman is just, like, generically and creepily too-perfectly handsome. Like a Ken doll or AI art. Kon looks like somebody with an actual personality. 

Tim is aware that Superman possesses an actual personality, yes, but it’s one that he spends half his life fucking lying about in one direction or another, so Tim doesn’t think it should even count at this point. Kon is honest. Genuine. Superman? Superman is sincere, maybe, but also is the asshole who’s let Kon think he doesn’t have a secret identity and left him to rot in a shitty lab and only just took him to the Fortress for the first time. 

Robin hasn’t told Kon his real name either, but at least Kon knows he has one. He can’t tell him his identity, but he was clear about that from the start and clear about its existence. Superman doesn’t tell Kon much of anything, Tim’s realizing. 

He wonders if Kon even knew the Fortress existed before Superman took him to it. He wonders if that’s the only time Superman's ever told him anything about Krypton. 

Considering what a big deal gets made of Superman being the last member of a dead civilization and dying race, you’d think he’d fucking care about telling his only genetic relative about it. Or just care about that relative, if nothing else. Which–look, Supergirl isn’t actually Kryptonian, she’s a protoplasmic matrix from an alternate universe who was loosely based on one, and Steel is an unenhanced human inside his armor. But Kon wasn’t just based on Superman, though, didn’t just take up the “S” out of respect–Kon was made directly from him, and made to be him. Has actual Kryptonian DNA in him and personal reasons to maybe care about Krypton as more than a very brief mention in someone else's history; has Superman’s DNA, and is probably the closest thing Superman’s ever going to get to seeing another Kryptonian who isn’t a probably-murderous Phantom Zone escapee. 

As far as Tim can tell, though, Superman thinks Kon’s an accessory more than anything else, and not even one he particularly cares to trot out. Like a stray dog in his neighborhood that he occasionally pets or leaves some kibble out for, but hasn’t bothered getting vaccinated or actually taking inside. Superboy isn’t his sidekick or his partner or anyone he supports outside of the occasional temporary emergency; he’s just some random kid he spares a moment for every now and then. Not a consistent presence in his life; not someone he considers a responsibility in his life. 

Tim exhales, carefully packs up the thoughts that are a little bit too “supervillain” for this stage in the process, and goes to find the clerk, who’s very happy to sign them up for a plan and accident insurance and sell them the phone and case and also some screen protectors and earbuds and a UV sanitizer and electronic wipes and then one of those PopSocket grip things with a neon-tinted sunset and some palm trees silhouetted on it. Tim seriously considers getting Kon a tablet too, but maybe that can wait a week or so; Kon’s looking a little overwhelmed right now. 

. . . then again, they’re already here, so . . . 

One tablet and a new set of screen protectors and another case and additional accident insurance later, the clerk is delighted enough that Tim knows they make commission and Kon is staring at him in obvious bewilderment as he pays for it all. 

“Hey, Tim,” Kon says very slowly. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you maybe have, like, some impulse control issues?” 

“No,” Tim lies as he programs his civilian number into Kon's contacts, then hands him his all set-up new phone and takes the very full bags with everything else in them from the clerk. “Wanna go walk around a little?” 

Specifically, go walk around until he spots something else he can justify buying for Kon. Maybe more jeans, if nothing else. He can say it'll be easier than having to buy Kon a new outfit every time they want to hang out. 

Not that he won't be doing that anyway, given half a chance, but Kon doesn't know that. 

Yet.

“Um, sure,” Kon says, and they head out of the store, leaving a very pleased salesperson behind with their commission. “You know, I can carry those, you don't have to–” 

“I'm kind of enjoying it, honestly,” Tim says with a shrug. He actually is, if only for the novelty factor of being the one carrying something for Kon for once. Kon turns red again and Tim immediately finds a new reason to enjoy carrying the bags. 

“Uh,” Kon says, glancing down at his new phone and turning it over in his hands. “Okay.” 

They walk a little as Kon plays with his phone, downloading apps and rearranging icons on the screen, and Tim keeps an eye out for tempting stores. They just ate, technically, so lunch can probably wait until they've hit another one or two. They could go to a movie, maybe; it'd reinforce Kon getting used to him paying for things. Wouldn't really get him anything material, though, and Tim's really trying to do as much of that as he can right now. Just in case Kon loses interest too quickly, he means. 

Well, he's got other identities to use, if he needs them. He can keep trying until Kon stays interested long enough to get him to the full execution of the lifestyle change. Tim can be patient, if it takes a few tries. He definitely wouldn't have picked his actual identity for this plan, if he'd thought of it sooner. 

. . . hm. Jewelry, maybe? Kon only really wears the one earring, but that’s just in the field anyway. Maybe he’d be up for some more accessories off it. The piercers obviously are out, but it’s still an option. Or boots or shoes that aren’t actually a part of his costume, or some new sunglasses. Salon and beauty supplies are an obvious no, art supplies definitely aren’t gonna appeal, he doubts the record store or comic shop or bookstore would either, he’s not even going to glance at Victoria’s Secret, he doesn’t know about the game store, and they’re definitely not going to the Hallmark Store or Yankee Candle. 

Or, god forbid, Bath & Body Works. 

Clothes are probably the best bet at this point, yeah, Tim is pretty sure. They can hit up a department store or something, maybe. Or maybe . . . well, he’s not sure, because he actually has no idea how Kon would want to dress if he weren’t in costume. Like, at all. 

He also doesn’t really know if Kon has any interests or hobbies beyond, like, watching Wendy the Werewolf Stalker and hitting on pretty girls. Does he? Like, what does he actually do in his downtime? 

Considering Tim is ninety-four percent certain Kon would die for literally anyone on the team, including himself, it’s a little weird to not know what he does to just . . . relax, or whatever. 

Okay. Start with jewelry, shoes, and clothes, and then use the browsing and window-shopping time to subtly interrogate Kon about what else he’s interested in checking out. That’s a reasonable plan of attack. He’ll take Kon to the cheesy airbrush T-shirt store or goddamn Build-A-Bear, if the bastard wants, that’s–

Hm. Actually . . . 

Well, it might be a stupid idea, or at least an idea Kon would think was stupid, but . . . 

Tim adjusts his route as he rolls over the idea currently in his head. Maybe it is stupid, but it’s, well . . . date-like, isn’t it? Like, it’s something he’d definitely have done for Steph or Ariana if he’d thought they’d like it. And this still isn’t their first date or even really a date at all, because Tim has standards and Kon deserves them, but that doesn’t mean he should be half-assing things here. 

Also, literally any excuse to buy Kon something, at this point. Even a kind of silly thing. 

“I want to check on something,” he says, and Kon glances sidelong at him again, looking curious. 

“Check on what?” he asks. 

“That'd be a spoiler,” Tim says, then crosses over to the toy store across the walkway. “Over here.” 

“Aren't we a little too old for this place?” Kon says, squinting skeptically up at the brightly-colored sign. “Actually I'm pretty sure I was born too old for this place.” 

“Who cares?” Tim asks, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“. . . alright, valid response,” Kon allows with a wry grin, then follows him into the store. Tim hasn't been in a toy store for anything not Robin-related in ages unless he counts the occasional game store visit, and even that he hasn't done in a while, so it is a little weird walking into one again. Still, he's got an idea and he's on a mission, so it's whatever.  

He glances around and finds what he's looking for pretty quick on a top-to-bottom wall of long shelves, then heads towards them. Kon keeps following him, looking around with badly-concealed curiosity. 

It occurs to Tim that Kon has possibly never actually been in a toy store before. He didn't make it sound like he had been with that “born too old” comment, at least, so unless he got roped into an appearance to promote some Superboy action figure or another . . . 

Not that Tim knows anything about any theoretical Superboy action figures or anything. And he definitely doesn't own three. 

. . . look, technically the one came with the–never mind. 

Tim looks over the wall of shelves while Kon looks at basically everything else, then makes a triumphant noise when he spots what he's after. He wasn't sure they'd have one. He transfers all of the shopping bags to one hand, leans down and plucks his find off the shelf, and then straightens back up and wags it at Kon with a smug smirk. 

“Gift shop stand-in,” he says. Kon blinks at him, then at the soft and fluffy stuffed goat in his hand. It doesn't particularly resemble the clay idol from the museum except in the sense of also being a goat, but it's still on-theme, Tim figures. 

“Huh?” Kon says. Tim pushes the goat at him. Kon takes it, looking bewildered. 

“I'm getting it for you,” Tim clarifies. “Consider it me making good on an IOU and also commemorating how good you are at your job.” 

Kon blinks again. Tilts his head. Looks down at the goat in his hands. 

Maybe it is a stupid idea, Tim thinks with a flash of uneasy self-consciousness. Maybe Steph or Ariana would've gone for something like this, but they're both girls, and Kon's a lot more concerned about looking “cool” than either of them ever were, and actually, presenting a guy he barely knows even counting the superheroics they're both regularly doing together with a fluffy little stuffed goat with white fur and stubby horns and, Tim is belatedly realizing, a brown heart-shaped spot over one of its eyes, is probably not the smoothest move anyone has ever pulled. Like–as far as flirting goes, a kid's toy is probably the literal antithesis of sexy or interesting, and Kon's used to, like, confident older women and beach bunnies in little bikinis and the celebrity treatment, not like, stupid kiddie stuff. 

Well, there's a reason Tim wouldn't have picked Tim Drake for this plan if he'd actually set the whole thing up in advance as opposed to just tripping face-first into a convenient opportunity. 

“I mean, if you want it,” he backtracks uncomfortably, suddenly feeling more than a little embarrassed about the whole idea. He'd thought it was date-like enough, getting somebody you were flirting with a stuffed animal. Though in retrospect usually that's, like, teddy bears on Valentine's Day and flowers and chocolate are involved, not just a freaking random goat you just plucked off a mall toy store shelf and–

“Uh,” Kon says, flicking his eyes up from the goat to look at him again, and his face is suddenly very, very red. “Okay. Sure.”

[malacandrax]

Hi I just wanted to say I love your art sm and you actually helped me get back into drawing a ton, for a while I had this weird idea in my brain that I HAD to draw semi realism/realism otherwise every man I drew would be horribly twinkified and I'd never be able to draw the characters I liked, but I just drew my first ever man I'm happy with in a style that isn't semi realism and a lot of it was inspired by the way you don't always close your lines w lineart and don't use a ton of pen pressure sensitivity and your art comes out incredible. Those were things I always did but would try to stop doing because people told me they were stuff you "weren't supposed to do" and it just ended with me being frustrated whenever I drew and hating my art. But seeing you do it and make absolutely gorgeous stuff really gave me that confidence to just say fuck it and do it anyways and I'm starting to actually get in the flow of drawing again, so thank you :)

This is so so cool! I struggled for About Ten Years with not being able to line in a way I liked, and I’m so glad that my way of doing it is inspirational to someone else! I hope you figure it out faster than I did haha.

Style wise, it kinda just happens, I don’t think many people fit super neatly into boxes anyway, so don’t stress over it, I definitely don’t know what my style is defined as haha! I thought it was semi realism til I googled it HAHA. I copied artists like makani and coey, reapersun and loish when I was a teenager and it definitely swayed my style!

Also I relate extremely to not really vibing with how other artists do lines. For me personally I THINK its because I think in shapes and not lines, and I started out painting and working in tone. Like real life doesn’t have lines, and when you paint it’s generally just varying between soft and hard edges, using the colour and tone to do the lifting for you. It’s way harder to figure out where to put a line, or what things need a line and what doesn't, if you’re not used to thinking that way.

I definitely ink more like I paint, kind of thinking about planes and shadow or overlap more than the outline? Like I draw the top curve of the cheek, then the jowl, then the chin, it kind of feels like cutting a 3D shape out in the space…? But I think that’s why mine are often choppy haha. In traditional art I always preferred a square brush, which carries over to my preference for minimal width variation on tablet.

Saying that, I *do* sometimes work more with width, though it's still messy and choppy haha. my trick with those is that I always choose a brush that has a fairly consistent minimum width, I can draw with a fairly fixed line, but also press down a little to get the variation when I want it. (As opposed to brushes that kind of go really thin and really thick with little effort, like a brush pen, I just don't have the control...) Below are my main blobby inkers, I can pretty comfortably draw a fixed width face, but I can make it wider if I want.

Anyway I went off on a tangent, I hope you can make art in ways that feel natural to you! And I hope making art brings you joy!

Some artists I love the lines of are linnea sterte, steven sugar, momopachi, jadenvargen, artharakka, beidak-art, pien-art, wombrion! 

[oftenwantedafton]

The Perfect Girl - Dave Miller/William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 9

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - restraints, captivity, sexual content, blood and violence

Also available on AO3

William Afton is gone again when you wake up.

You sit up in bed and move the covers aside, swinging your legs around slowly, the chain that’s tethering you to the floor in the center of the room jangling.

You’re sore.

It’s a feeling in your core. Stretched. Battered. Aching. You’d given yourself to your captor. You can’t even begin to explain the reason. You’d just…you’d needed him. The physical contact. The alternative has been torture. Making the confined existence even more unbearable than it already is.

You don’t even conceal your moan of relief when the security guard returns.

Dressed in what he’d brought with him in that duffel bag last night. Jeans. Long sleeve shirt. His lanky form striding towards you, pharmacy bag in hand, the others he’s brought placed on the kitchen counter. The bottle of purified water withdrawn has clearly come from a refrigerated case. His fingers leave behind prints in the condensation on the sides. The plastic cover snaps as he loosens it and takes a drink. Stray bits of water trickle down his throat and sink into his shirt.

He’s beside the bed now, in front of you. Looking down. Your face tipped up. Another object removed from the bag. A small box with a blister package inside. He shoves the small white round pill through the card and the bubble crackles in defeat. “Open your mouth.”

You can’t tell what kind of mood he’s in. He doesn’t sound angry anymore, but he’s not being overly friendly, either. “What is it?”

He sighs and frowns. You’re testing his patience already. “What do you think it is? Morning after pill. And you’ll be starting birth control after this. No more back talk. Open.”

Oh. You hadn’t even…but of course he had. Afton always plans for everything. Nearly everything. No prescription needed, although you think that would hardly have been a barrier for him even if it was.

Your lips part and he pushes the tablet onto your tongue. The threaded end of the water bottle now sits against your bottom lip. This would be so much easier to direct yourself, but of course he doesn’t want that. He has to be in control, even for the simplest of tasks. You try your best to secure the end with your lips. The bottle inclines. Chill water spills into your mouth and you jerk your head back to swallow. The pill slips down your throat easily.

You let him see your tongue is clear. His fingers sink into your hair and he bends to thrust his own against yours. You moan at the contact. The reward is brief. His mouth abruptly tears from yours again. He’s still upset at your previous betrayal, but not as much as he had been.

The dark haired man reveals the other things he’s brought with him. A waterproof electric razor. Fresh groceries. A pair of styrofoam containers that smell amazing. You find your stomach growling, eager for breakfast for the first time in a long while.

You sit at the kitchen table. Together. How long it had been since you’d done this. Such a simple act of companionship that you’d missed. One of the oldest human traditions. Breaking bread together. The containers are filled with good things. Omelettes with roasted vegetables and cheese and sausages and hash browns and toast. Orange pekoe tea with a generous heap of sugar and orange juice to drink. William watches you devour everything, his own consumption just as thorough but much less hurried.

“You need to eat better.”

As if you’ve had any real control over that in the confines of this room. You want to respond to that statement but you hold your tongue and nod instead. You can’t deny you’ve barely been picking at the offerings in the pantry and refrigerator since the night you’d tried to escape and he’d been punishing you with lack of contact.

“Are you ready for your shower?”

Another nod. The older man clears the table before kneeling at your feet. The metal unclasps from your ankle. You stand and he helps you pull your pajama pants and panties down and slips them over your feet. Bound once more. He rises and you pull your top over your head.

His eyes flick to the dressing on your groin. “I’ll check this after you’re finished.” His voice is calm as a calloused thumb brushes your skin near the injury but you see his eyes darkening with desire.

You take your time in the shower. Lather thoroughly. Your sex is tender inside and out. Use the new electric razor to make your skin smooth again. Watch the shampoo suds foam around the drain before they eventually dissipate. You wrap yourself in a towel and exit the bathroom.

William’s gathered the soiled bedding and laundry from last night. It had always felt a little awkward having him wash your clothing, especially when you had your period, but he’s never once complained about it. Everything is always returned spotless, like new.

You sit on the edge of the bed. He’s on his knees at your side once again. Probing the Tegaderm shielded gauze, determining it’s survived the deluge of water and is satisfactory for now. The hand cupping your calf and shin as he unbinds you shifts a little, subtly appreciating the frictionless texture. Not a full caress, but the hint of one. Baby steps. Slowly working his way through his forgiveness, perhaps.

You’ve chosen to wear a short lilac dress and the bra and panties that are a shade darker. You know it’s one of his favorite outfits. The one you’d worn on your first walk around the mall for exercise during your late night excursion. You wonder how long it’s been.

“What’s the date?” You voice is dry. You haven’t spoken in awhile.

“September twenty sixth.”

You try to stifle a gasp. You really have lost track of time. Summer ended. College has already begun. You want to ask more but you’re reluctant to, unsure of how he’ll respond. Instead you allow your captor to secure you to your restraint once more. Things gathered. A final indiscernible look before he leaves. The temporary contentment over the meal and his brief companionship fade.

You’re alone in your room once again.

***

William settles into the swivel chair in the security office of his hidden pizzeria and his eyes focus on the center, newer monitors. The ones focused on your living space.

You’re reading tonight. The listless wandering and aimless staring from the past couple of months have finally ceased. He eases back and rotates the seat slightly to the right and then left, a gentle rocking motion. Considering if he’ll visit you again tonight now that a week has passed, or if he’ll make you wait a bit longer, until you’re hungry and desperate for his touch once more.

He checks his watch. The mall will be closing soon. His eyelids are heavy. He’s very behind on sleep. He really should just go back to his house and get some proper rest. He’s scheduled for first shift tomorrow.

Movement on one of the other cameras.

Suddenly alert, the chair creaks as he leans forward. There, near the dining room. Two prowlers. His fingers close over the handle of the knife resting on the desk. Time to go welcome his uninvited guests.

***

The sound of the voices —both male, young, maybe near your own age—reaches William long before he enters the arcade area they’re currently exploring. It’s been awhile since he’d had intruders.

He’d nearly slipped back into the yellow rabbit animatronic suit to greet these invaders properly, finally deciding that it wasn’t quite worth the risk of allowing them more time to explore. Another evening, then. Maybe you’d enjoy meeting the mascot. A twitch of interest south of the border. Intimacy with you while in the suit. That is definitely an idea with merit he’ll need to revisit later.

The guard refocuses his attention on the task at hand. The pair has now broken off from each other. One is near the row of pinball machines, the other not far from the ball pit. He opts for the latter first, fingers curling around the young man’s mouth to stifle the sound of the blade slipping between his ribs. Another gouge carved as he drags the struggling body backwards into the shadows. Another. The blade easily parts the skin.

His companion seems to have realized something is amiss. Frowning and searching, calling his friend’s name. Moving warily into the doorway leading to the next room.

Afton rounds the corner and the knife sinks deep into the startled youth’s abdomen. A choking yelp of pain as he shoves at the attacker and his sneakers squeak as he skids to reverse direction on the checkerboard patterned floor. The older man easily catches up with him, exhilarated by the recent kill, adrenaline flowing, fatigue forgotten. He pushes him down, raising the knife again and again before plunging down. His chest heaves, his eyes fever bright. Blood saturates his clothing, stippling his hands and cheeks. He licks his lips and tastes the metallic fluid. It’s been so long.

He wipes the knife off the cleanest spot he can find on the victim’s blood spattered clothing and rises to his feet. Time to dispose of the bodies. Make the evidence of his grim crimes disappear.

He’s very, very good at that.

***

Your head lifts as the door to your room slides open and then seals shut behind your visitor.

William walks briskly into the room and you gasp immediately, the book on your lap tumbling to the floor as you stand. “William, my God, what happened?” He’s covered in blood, quite literally head to toe.

“I’m fine,” he reassures you.

“But, you’re hurt…”

“It’s not my blood.”

Your stomach lurches. “Whose is it?”

He shrugs. “No idea who they were. Didn’t bother to check their IDs. Just a couple of dumb young men.”

“You killed them?” You whisper in horror.

“Well, of course I did. What, did you think I was going to invite them inside? Play a few rounds of air hockey and skeeball and serve them pizza?” The restaurant owner moves towards you and you take a step back, your calves striking the couch. “As if I would ever let anyone roam here and touch my things. The things that belong to me.” His arm snakes around your waist and drags your body against his. You can smell the metallic tang of the freshly spilled blood, becoming acutely aware that he’s very aroused, his erection pressing into you. His lips crush yours and you taste the lifeforce of his recent victims. You squirm and push against him and the security guard jerks back, slapping your cheek. Not the hardest he could have struck you, but sharp enough to shock you into stillness.

“Don’t make me hurt you.” His breath a harsh rasp beside your reddened skin. Your force yourself to be less tense, your limbs relaxing, body melting against him in surrender. His tongue is back in your mouth, collecting your saliva, running over the inside of your cheeks and stroking the muscular organ seated between them. His hand eases under the skirt you’re wearing. Short, fluttery. Eyelet lace trim. Cherry blossom fragrance still lingering from your spray that morning. His fingers stroke you through the plain cotton white panties you’re clad in and your body responds embarrassingly quickly in spite of the situation, already damp, pelvis grinding on his probing digits. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

It’s the furthest thing from your mind, but your body vehemently disagrees, demanding you forget that this man is a murderer. “Yes.”

“Say it.” The command is growled beside your throat. You feel a flood of arousal spilling from your sex. Preparing for him. Why are you so turned on by him? By this man that’s holding you prisoner, who’d just killed two people in cold blood and who knows how many others before that?

It’s still not enough to halt your next words. Any sick remorse or regret you might feel is being smothered by waves of lust. “I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, William.”

He groans. “You want my big cock inside of you? Stretching you and filling you?” He’s already wrenching your panties to the side. “Bend you over and just pound into you right here while I’m drenched in blood like this? I know you can smell it, taste it. Not as sweet as yours, of course. Nothing tastes as sweet as you. God, you’re so fucking wet for me.” He thrusts a pair of fingers inside your pussy and his thumb rubs the seam of your underwear against your clit, the friction just right. You whimper and tighten around him, muscles milking at his fingers and you need no further urging to beg for his dick to be inside you.

He withdraws his fingers and sucks them clean and tugs until you’re next to the armrest, bending you over, the sound of his zipper opening bracketed by rough pants from both of you before he keeps the crotch of your panties pulled aside with the hook of one thumb and shoves inside your waiting pussy in one go.

It knocks the remaining breath from your lungs. Your hands scrabble for purchase, clinging to the plush fabric of the couch while he withdraws and slams back in. You stumble and force your spread legs to brace for the next impact. Another vicious thrust. He’s hitting your cervix. You can feel the tender ache of it deep inside. One hand on your healing wound that’s now uncovered, exposed. Pressing. Digging. Scratching at the scabbed line. Pulling your body back against his. Your pelvis reaching to meet his attack. Bodies slapping wetly together. How quickly you’d adjusted to this. Stretching to accommodate him. Gushing lubricant. Welcoming him back inside you. You can still taste the blood on your tongue.

The hand on your laceration stretches to touch your sensitive button. You head arches back and you keen. You can feel the panties you’re still wearing sawing against his cock, creating extra friction. He’d been so impatient to be back inside of you. You’d been so eager to feel him again.

“Look at how well you take it. That tight pussy was made for me. Mine. You’re mine,” your captor repeats. The circles around your clit are too perfect, his words too filthy. You find yourself coming undone, moaning his name, your dripping cunt milking his cock until the ropes of cum spurt deep inside of you.

A trail of ruby leaks from the wound William has reopened.

[robo-writing]

Thinking about how Johnny would celebrate Mother’s Day (Warning for dark content involving our favorite Scottish demolitions expert and his dream of becoming a dad 💋)

You’re confused when you get a text message from Johnny, reading it multiple times to make sure you’re not seeing things wrong

Happy Mother’s Day lovie!

The answer is quick, fingers tapping away at your screen.

Was this supposed to be for your mom?

Seconds pass, the familiar triple dots float at the bottom of your screen before he sends the next message.

nope, it’s for you

Before you can even reply he sends another message, then another. The last one makes your heart sit still in your chest.

you may be wondering why I’m telling you happy Mother’s Day

well

it’s cuz I replaced your birth control with sugar pills

The last one makes your heart sit still in your chest. You’re unaware of how badly your hands shake until you try to type out a response and miss half the damn letters trying.

Johnny this isn’t funny

im not joking

The room starts spinning, you feel nauseous in the worst of ways and your blood turns to ice with each passing moment. You keep looking at your phone, hoping that you’re somehow hallucinating this and that your boyfriend wouldn’t ever do something this fucked up.

You feel faint, and when Johnny sends you a photo of your birth control next to an empty bottle of glucose tablets you actually do.

can’t wait to be a dad! 🥰

[eretzyisrael]

by Jackie Hajdenberg

An authors’ panel at an Albany book festival Saturday has been canceled after organizers said two panelists refused to share a stage with the “Zionist” moderator.

Elisa Albert, who is Jewish, was set to moderate a panel at the Albany Book Festival on Saturday called “Girls, Coming of Age.” But on Thursday, she received an email from a festival organizer informing her that the event had been canceled: Two of the three panelists — authors Lisa Ko and Aisha Abdel Gawad — objected to sitting on the panel with Albert because they did not want to appear with a “Zionist.” The third panelist was to be Emily Layden.

Albert said the cancellation is of a piece with her experiences since Hamas attacked Israel on Oct. 7.

“Unfortunately, I’m not surprised,” Albert told the Jewish Telegraphic Agency on Friday. “I’ve been really vocal from the get-go, and I’ve lost many friends. I’ve seen my whole professional life wildly altered. I’m not surprised at all. I’ve seen all kinds of people behaving in all kinds of ways that are on the spectrum of this exact same kind of bigotry, complicity, fear — all of it.”

Albert, who lives in Albany, first learned about the panelists’ objections on Thursday afternoon, when she got an email from Mark Koplik, the assistant director of the New York State Writers Institute, which is organizing the festival.

“We have a crazy situation developing and we’d love to talk on the phone,” Koplik wrote in a message that JTA obtained.

“Basically, not to sugar coat this, Aisha Gawad and Lisa Ko don’t want to be on a panel with a ‘Zionist,’” he added. “We’re taken by surprise, and somewhat nonplussed, and want to talk this out.”

By Thursday evening, Albert had been notified by Paul Grondahl, director of the Writers Institute, that the event had been canceled.

“We regret this situation, which was out of our control,” Grondahl wrote in an email obtained by JTA. “It is unfortunate for everyone involved.”

Grondahl added, “I wish this were otherwise. We will find a way to air these issues we have discussed in a deeper, more considered, more carefully planned event with intentionality and context.”

The cancellation of the panel is the latest in a long series of literary events to be upended or nixed because of disputes over the Israel-Hamas war and Zionism. Activists have sought to hinder the careers of authors they deem “Zionist,” many of whom have Jewish heritage.

In one notable recent instance, a launch event for Jewish journalist Joshua Leifer’s new book, “Tablets Shattered,” at a Brooklyn bookstore in August was canceled because one of its employees objected to the event’s “Zionist” rabbi moderator.

Some of those facing the criticism have not expressed public support for Israel. Gabrielle Zevin, who wrote the bestseller “Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow,” for example, has faced calls for cancellation despite saying nothing publicly about Israel or the war.

Albert, on the other hand, has been an outspoken advocate for Israel since the outbreak of the war nearly a year ago. On Instagram, she has posted aggressively and frequently in support of Israel and against Hamas and those she perceives as supporting it, including pro-Palestinian protesters in the United States, whom she has called “terror apologists.”

On Friday afternoon, following the cancelation, she appeared to embrace the cancellation, posting an image of her latest book — “The Snarling Girl,” a collection of personal essays published last month — with the text, “Now’s as good a time as ever to promote Zio lit!” She later added a selfie with the text “Friendly local Zio bitch” over it.

[drelldreams]

Mass Effect Lore: Common technologies in the 2180‘s (Part 2)

This post is both a collection of canon technologies in the Mass Effect universe, and personal headcanon which may be borrowing common concepts from sci fi.

Infrastructure:

Autonomous public transportation vessels of all sorts. As seen with the tram on Noveria. Trains, buses and cabs are also autonomous. Rude bus drivers, trains and buses being cancelled or too late are problems of the past.

Some of those buses and cabs drive on land; others are flying vessels that travel through the sky.

Trains travel at immense speed, with most trains being able to travel at least 1000km/h. Low pressure tunnels allow for this level of speed.

Suspension railways are a common means of public transportation and are widely featured all across the galaxy on various space station, colonies and in most Earth countries. This also includes maglevs (magnetic levitation trains).

Cities commonly not only feature terminals providing rentable e-bikes, e-scooters or even e-rollerblade, but also rent flying hoverboards.

Medicine & Health:

Needles have become obsolete. Technologies akin to Star Trek's hypospray have replaced them. (This contradicts with Mordin's line in ME3: „Fear of needles. Common phobia." I know.)

Genetic therapy has advanced so far as to being able to cure almost any genetic disease. (Book canon).

Cybernetics can fix deafness and blindness.
(Canon implied, I believe?)

Advancement in technology and medicine have slowed down human aging significantly. Women can have healthy children in their sixties. (Book canon). Anti aging therapies and cybernetics can allow humans to reach ages of up to 250 years.

Education:

Paper and pens being used in schools is a thing of the past. Students use tablets (which are made of ultra-light also foldable) with either keyboards or tablet pens for handwritten notes.
(Book canon implied - Gillian uses a computer to work on her assignments in Mass Effect:
Ascension).

Some teachers and students would prefer to have their textbooks in form of super light datapads (like e books) rather than have them all digitally stored on their computer.

Learning programs are highly advanced and VI‘s provide students with custom tailored, individualized exercises and study plans and games.

Food:

Liquid food drinks, nutrient pastes and bars that replace entire meals are available just about everywhere. With biotics burning huge amount of calories, the asari have perfected such products. Being cheaper than freshly cooked take out meals and coming in all sorts of flavors and textures, such nutrient pastes proved to be a saving grace for poorer individuals. Some poor people nearly only eat 3D printed nutrient paste, which does not have the same feeling as eating real meals, but nutrient paste in Mass Effect is of such high quality that it provides the body with all nutrients it needs while being free of unhealthy ingredients.

People-prepared foods (by humans/aliens) are still appreciated, but many foods available in grocery stores are 3D printed. Cafés tend to feature feature people-prepared foods. A café selling 3D printed cakes for instance would be looked down upon.

Synthetic flavors have been perfected. While technology has been advanced to the point where you could grow strawberries on Omega without issues (using environmental control systems in a hydroponic bay), the ultimate cheapest way to replicate the flavor is using synthetic ingredients. This way, you can find foods of any flavor, no matter what exotic fruit from Palaven or Khar'Shan it might be, anywhere.

Sugar free snacks and candy are as common as the sugar variants. Ice cream cates feature sugar free ice cream options. Sugar free chocolate or cookies are available at any grocery store.
Various synthetic ingredients are used to replace sugar.

Lab grown meat is incredibly common (canon) and meat from Earth animals found on space stations is grown from animal stem cells.

Home:

Significantly less time is spent on chores due to robots doing most of the work. With floor wiping and vacuum robots being affordable for middle class people in the 21st century, in the 22nd, the majority of cleaning is done by robots in a middle class household. Advanced kitchen aid machines are found in most households and make cooking less time consuming and complicated for most people.

Blinds, curtains, light, air filtration systems, thermal regulation systems (air conditioning or heating systems) and television are typically navigated via a voice command (for example, „Light on“ or „Television off).

Holographic home ambiences like in Cyberpunk 2077 are common. Windows can be made to look like they‘re displaying a galaxy full of stars via holographic projections. Some people use those home ambience holographs to create the appearance of a luxurious club lounge, or to project beautiful landscapes into a corner of their room.

Personal Care:

Like in Star Trek, sonic showers can be used to clean the body effectively. Ultrasonic vibrations remove dirt, bacteria, excess oil and dead skin cells without requiring soap or water. While more expensive than typical showers, the use of sonic showers saves water. This sort of technology is found within quarian environmental suits. Drell with Kepral's Syndrome generally use sonic showers rather than water showers.

In addition to having an inbuild shower function, quarian environmental suits are equipped with a dental hygiene program that cleans the teeth and mouth of the wearer effectively using ultrasonic vibrations.

Certain suit upgrades can even use nanobots to moisturize the body.

Toothbrushes are also generally sonic toothbrushes that use the same technology as showers do; ultrasonic vibrations.

Clothes are typically self-cleaning with nanoparticles that kill bacteria and prevent the build up of odor.

[inamindfarfaraway]

My Wreck-It Ralph Sugar Rush OCs

Name

Bicky Chocrisp.

Gender

Female.

Appearance

She has brown skin and dark brown eyes. Her kinky hair is black with light brown streaks, in box braids and woven into a shoulder-length ponytail with a red band that imitates a plaited pastry. She wears a glossy chocolate-brown leather jacket with a gold zip over a white T-shirt with a red heart symbol in the middle. She also has fawn leggings and dark brown shoes with red laces. Her white helmet is modelled after a chocolate-drizzled meringue.

Theme

Biscuits, sandwich biscuits in particular, pastries and meringues.

Kart

The Tartful Dodger. It has an eclair body, Oreo-esque wheels, a chocolate tart steering wheel, and the seat is two halves of a chocolate sandwich biscuit with cream cushions.

Fans

Chocolate wafers.

Catchphrase

"It's crunch time!"

Bio

Bicky Chocrisp: Smart cookie.

What Bicky Chocrisp lacks in raw power, she makes up for in control and cunning. She’s a master of timing, boosts, powerups, and all the other racing tricks that technically aren’t cheating - even if they may feel like it to those she overtakes. She’s clever, creative and sweet. But she can put up brittle walls of bravado to hide her soft, gooey centre and sometimes worries about being good enough. She likes to watch and analyse races and conversations as much as participate in them.

***

Name

Roxy Fizzlepop.

Gender

Female.

Appearance

She has fair skin, cyan eyes and dusty purple hair in a choppy, spiky pixie cut dotted with sparkly cyan crystals. She wears a sleeveless dark blue puffer jacket over a purple top with short, spiky ripped sleeves, a shiny cyan foil skirt, and dark blue boots with silver laces and cyan crystalline studs. Her helmet is dark blue, smooth and has a purple fuse on the top.

Theme

Popping candy and fizzy sweets and drinks.

Kart

The Tangnado. Its body is a soft drink bottle of purple glass containing tubes of cyan sherbet, its wheels are cyan fizzy tablet sweets with purple jelly ring tyres, its seat is dark blue and its steering wheel is a silver bottle cap.

Fans

Gummy bears.

Catchphrase

“Shake it up!”

Bio

Roxy Fizzlepop: Lift your spirits.

Roxy Fizzlepop is bubbly, buoyant and bold. She loves the thrill of the race. Win or lose, no outcome will deflate her overflowing cheer as long as she’s done her best, and she always does. Her strategy in everything is charging hard and fast ahead. She’s eccentric, easily distracted but tending to notice details others don’t. She feels all her feelings very intensely. If you manage to set her off by being mean, you’ll find that her temper can be explosive.

***

Name

Juicica Tutti-Frutti.

Gender

Female.

Appearance

She has tan skin, silky jet-black hair in pigtails with bands that imitate pineapple rings and green eyes. She wears a yellow T-shirt with brown seed prints, a translucent pink sweet wrapper skirt, yellow and green striped knee-length shorts and pink shoes. Her helmet resembles a raspberry and matches her shoes.

Theme

Snacks and desserts containing fruit.

Kart

The Boltberry. Its body is a slice of fruitcake. It has pineapple rings wheels, a steering wheel made of a caramelised apple slice and an orange segment spoiler. Green markings of star fruit cross sections decorate the bonnet and sides.

Fans

Toffee apples.

Catchphrase

“Zest wishes!”

Bio

Juicica Tuttifrutti: Fruits of labour.

An apple a day keeps the rivals away in Juicica Tuttifrutti’s book. This athletic health nut can be slightly overbearing, but she has her friends’ best interests at heart and dedicated diligence is how she shows she cares. Her spirit is patient and resilient, full of positive energy. She holds herself to high standards and would never grab the low-hanging fruit. She believes that practice makes perfect. It certainly makes her a great racer!

***

Name

Scoffia Confectionaire.

Gender

Female.

Appearance

She has fair skin and blue eyes. Her wavy white hair is styled in a chin-length bob that alludes to a popcorn flake. She wears a boxy jacket and trousers with thick vertical red and white stripes like a popcorn carton and gold buttons shaped like pretzels, and a golden shirt underneath. She also wears black patent leather shoes with gold buckles. Her helmet is gold and encrusted with glittering salt crystals.

Theme

Salty snacks like popcorn, nuts and pretzels that are often found at public venues and eaten while watching movies.

Kart

The Crackerjack. Its body is a normal kart shape, mostly red with white stripes. It has salted nut cluster tyres supported by straight pretzel spokes and popcorn flake hubs, a pretzel steering wheel and a seat made of golden-brown crackers with white cheese cushions. An exhaust pipe and rocket booster at the back are fitted into popcorn flakes.

Fans

Breadsticks.

Catchphrase

"It’s showtime!”

Bio

Scoffia Confectionaire: Worth her salt.

Scoffia Confectionaire claims that she isn’t here to make friends, and the only challenge more intimidating than overtaking her seems to be winning her over. She’s proud, sharp-tongued and loves to be the star of the show. But her integrity will always outweigh her ego. She would never lie or play dirty and doesn’t mean any real harm; she just thinks a compelling racing story needs a little drama. Earn her respect and you’ll find that her grit really enhances her subtle sweetness.

[xoxiu]

first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

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summary: falling, falling, falling- that's what you shouldn't be doing as a young intern at hybe. falling in love with your supervisor is frowned upon, especially all seven of them. you'll never learn, will you? guess you’ll just have to be their dark secret.

tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia

Daylight slowly faded through the office window near your tiny cubicle. It had been your first day of work, and you couldn't believe how fast it flew by. Your computer clock only confirmed this- 18:57- long past your coworkers' traditional end of the workday. But not you, you quite liked the peacefulness of the office after hours. 

As HYBE's newest social media intern, you mainly took on the jobs that your managers didn't want to do- check emails, keep track of social media growth, the works. Today was spent giving you the social media passwords to Instagram, Twitter, TikTok, and Weverse and training you on what to do. Of course, this was taught to you by a much older man- the head of the social media department. While you knew exactly how to operate online accounts and what a Tweet was, you allowed the head manager his time in the spotlight by making him think he was teaching you the hidden knowledge of the internet. 

You check Jandi, the office management system, to ensure you've done everything assigned to you today. Yes, you've logged into the platforms, filtered through comments and replies, and watched the mandatory entry videos for the company. All you needed now was to...

Call Park Jimin of BTS to remind him of his scheduled livestream on Weverse at 19:00. Shit. 

Panicking, you quickly picked up your black office landline and dialed the phone number in the computer's contact list. The phone rang for what felt like the whole three minutes leading up to the scheduled time. In reality, the idol picked up after only three rings. 

"Ah, Hello?" The smooth and silky voice said on the line. You wet your lips as nerves quickly sank in- you've never been good at phone calls. 

"Is this Park Jimin? I'm with the social media department for HYBE."

"Yes, it is. Is there a problem tonight?" 

"No, sir. This is just a reminder to be in the studio for 19:00. You have a livestream planned with managers Seo and Kang assisting you."

"Oh, yes! I'm currently in the studio waiting for the top of the hour. Thank you, manager-nim!"

Before you could correct him on your proper title, the line had gone quiet. You let out the breath you had been holding for what felt like ages before putting the phone back on the receiver. With your final task for the day done, you marked it complete before logging in your total hours for the day- eight. 

You stood up and started packing your backpack. Your phone charger, tablet, novels, and miscellaneous paperwork were packed up, and you placed your headphones on your ears before exiting the office. 

The BigHit social media office was on the tenth floor of the HYBE building, right in the middle of the office block. Thankfully, the elevators in the building are much more reliable and fast than the ones on your university campus. You managed to catch an empty one and pressed the button for the ground floor. 

Engrossed in your phone, you didn't even look up when the elevator stopped until you heard the ping, indicating that the elevator had indeed stopped. You checked what floor you were at- floor five- before looking straight ahead to see who was entering the lift. A tall man with a black cap, white face mask, and tan sweatshirt entered the elevator. Moving to the back left corner away from the control panel, you made a quick bow. 

"Hello."

The man walked into the opposite corner, also going down to the ground floor with you. He looked at you with wide, surprised eyes. 

"Oh, good afternoon," he said. He glanced at his phone before looking back at you. "I don't recognize you. Are you new?"

"Yes, sir. I'm y/n, the new social media intern for BigHit. It's a pleasure to work alongside you."

You could see his eyes slant slightly, showing that he was smiling behind the mask. He gave you a short bow before reaching his hand out toward you. 

"I'm Kim Namjoon. I'm sure you'll make our socials the best they can be."

Your heart skipped a beat; You had a member of the company's- no, the world's biggest idol group right in front of you, wanting to shake your hand. Timidly, you placed your hand in his, shyly shaking his hand. Namjoon chuckled, sensing your nerves. 

"No need to be shy. You'll do great. Can I walk you out?" He asked as the doors to the elevator opened, revealing the empty lobby. You gave him a smile and a small nod as you both exited the lift. 

"So when was your first day?" Namjoon asked. 

"It was today- I mainly did training and menial tasks." Namjoon gave a disgusted noise at your response. 

"That doesn't sound fun at all. Surely your work will get more fun as time goes on."

"Yes, sir. I'm sure it will. I will do my best to make you and everyone else look good online."

Namjoon gave a loud laugh at your response, further putting you at ease. He opened the side door to the parking deck for you, indicating for you to go first. 

"That's a hard job, y/n-ssi; Our career depends on it." 

Namjoon meant his words as a joke, but you couldn't help but have your smile falter as you gulped in fear. In reality, BTS and the rest of BigHit's public image depended on the competency you had at your job. In the back of your mind, you knew it wasn't solely your job, you had a whole team you worked for, but the thoughts wouldn't stop isolating you and solely making you the problem. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you barely comprehended Namjoon saying his goodbyes and walking towards his vehicle. 

Quickly, you snapped out of it, realizing that staring at the older man as he walked to his car looked a bit stalker-ish. You walked out of the parking lot and began your trek to your apartment. 

You were a recent college graduate, having had your commencement ceremony this past spring. You majored in Social Media Marketing with a minor in English and had quite the resume and portfolio following graduation. Over the summer you applied to job after job, but rarely received a callback or an interview. Smaller businesses and organizations passed on you, but you were shocked when you received an employment offer from HYBE after your second round of interviews. 

In typical internship fashion, it was an unpaid gig. They did, however, offer to pay for housing and gave you a monthly allotment of money for food. While you much rather preferred a paycheck, the stipends for housing and food allowed you to at least live in Seoul. It did not, however, pay to allow you to take a bus home. So, you had to walk the thirty-minute walk home every day. 

Entering your studio apartment, you sat your backpack down on the tiny countertop of your kitchen and slipped off your shoes. Your apartment was small and cheap for Gangnam, being only ₩300,000 a month for 20 square meters of space. This meant your kitchen barely had room for a table for one, your bedroom and living room were the same small room, and your bathroom held only enough extra space solely so you could stand in one place. It wasn't much, but living in Gangnam felt better than the farmland you had grown up in. 

Growing up in a small village outside of Gwangju didn't provide you with much of anything in life. If anything, your childhood consisted mainly of bullying and body issues. You were much larger than most of the other kids growing up, and even now you still leaned on the thicker side. Many strangers would stare at you with your larger behind, thighs, and bust with disgust on their faces- you weren't the beauty standard in Korea. However, while attending Chonnam University in Gwangju, you befriended a group of foreign students from America that would constantly hype up your appearance, telling you that any man in America would die to have a girlfriend with a body like yours. 

But you didn't live in America. You lived in Korea. 

Eventually, your American friends would graduate and move back stateside, leaving you to receive glares and offensive remarks with no backup. By this time, though, the confidence your friends provided you with was stuck in your head. Their words of 'you're just short, you don't weigh that much', 'your tits are killer', and 'I'd smack that ass' never left your conscience. To this day you don't know whether to laugh at the memories or appreciate them endearingly. You just decided to do them both. 

With water boiling on the stove for your instant noodles, you lay on your sleeper sofa and stared aimlessly at the chipped paint of your ceiling. Maybe someday you'll get rich and famous like Namjoon and Jimin and live in a luxury apartment, not a basement studio apartment for less than a week's worth of minimum wage.

[adoptedmadrigal2]

The beginning

The beginning of something new. Things are gonna get wild

Pepa, Julieta and Bruno vowed they'd stay close to their home as adults. Not long after they turned 20, Pepa and Julieta both got married to their high school sweethearts Felix, and Agustin.

They both got married in 1990; Julieta just after new years on her and Agustin's five year anniversary, and Pepa that summer on her and Felix's four year anniversary.

1995 came around and they had bought a large house and were getting ready for their babies birth. Ironically both young women had gotten pregnant around the same time, about three weeks to separate them.

"Mama! What are you doing here" Julieta said as she opened the front door

"I came to bless the house before any new arrivals make their grand entrance. I have no doubts that your baby will make things dramatic. Juli do you know how much of a pain you were to birth?" Alma said as she came in and sat her bag on the counter.

"She was the dramatic one? I thought you said I was the dramatic kid," Pepa said recalling a prior conversation

"She was the dramatic birth, you were the dramatic child. There's a difference. Julieta came into this world being dramatic you never stopped pepi." Alma said

The soon to be grandmother pulled out a very old looking candle.

"This candle blessed mine and your father's house. It kept the four of us safe the night he died. It was like the house came alive just to protect us. It's now time to pass the gift along." Alma said to her three children, Felix and Gus watching from the staircase off to the side.

She placed the candle on the floor and sprinkled the top with something that resembled sugar. Then she lit it.

"what's going on?" Julieta said when the candle began to flicker.

The candle shone so brightly no one could tell what was happening, but when it dimmed once more the candle looked restored and had engravings on it.

"why are the doors glowing?" Agustin asked looking at the doors along the second story.

Pepa, Bruno and Julieta approached one of the three glowing doors.

First was Julieta who touched the knob and watched the door shine and engrave itself. The design was medicinal looking. She didn't know what it meant but waited for her siblings

Bruno went next. His door engraving an hourglass design Bruno's green eyes glowed for a moment and then a small green tablet appeared in his hand. He didn't look at it but waited for Pepa.

Pepa grasped the doorknob at last and watched as weather patterns engraved themselves, she was confused and above her head sprouted a small grey cloud.

"Bruno? What's that?" Pepa asked

"I don't know. But it says something," he told Pepa

"well? Are you gonna read it?" Julieta said impatiently

"it says 'to my children. I may not have been there to see you grow but I'm proud of how far you have come. This is a blessing for all generations of madrigal children starting with you three. To my oldest Julieta, you have the gift to heal ailments with food. My only son Bruno, you can read the future and show pieces of the past. And lastly to my little red Pepa, your mood controls the weather in whichever room you're in. I wish you the best, Pedro'" Bruno reads

"Dad?" Pepa said. The cloud above her was drizzling slightly

"Soo... I can see the future now." Bruno said

"Your father always dreamed of magic and magical abilities. When I sprinkled a touch of his ashes on the candle it miraculously brought his dreams to life for your families and furthermore." Alma told

Bruno's eyes shone green unexpectedly and another tablet showed up in his hand.

"do you want to know what you're having?" Bruno asked

"I know I'm having a boy" Julieta said

"it's a girl, I'm telling you," Agustin refuted

"team girl all the way" Pepa said, Felix nodding behind her

"you're both having girls," Bruno said.

"what?" Julieta squawked

Here's to the beginning of something wonderful to come.

Two dramatic births later and Isabela Melody, and Dolores Alayne were finally here. Ready to take on the world, and become the beginning of something beautiful.

Hope you enjoy ❤️

[theyareweird]

Vampire Knight: Senri Shiki's Yandere for Kianna Komori —Aesthetic Part 2 (Requested)

This aesthetic is another couple moodboard. Kianna Komori is on the left. Senri Shiki is represented on the right. Senri's yandere love is in the middle column.

St. Xocolatl’s Day

It had been a few weeks since Senri had asked Kianna out on their first date. Despite informing her of what blood means to vampires, specifically their lovers, Kianna wasn't scared or surprised in the least. Instead, she responded by handing Senri a small vial of her blood the next time they met.

At first, Senri was touched by the loving gesture. Kianna had given him some of her blood knowing he not only needed it to survive, but it's an intimate act between lovers to satisfy their longings. Of course, Senri didn't technically need her blood since helping develop the alternative blood tablets, but he wanted it. He found himself drinking Kianna's blood when he missed her the most. Although his roommate, Takuma, discovered the vial through it's scent, Senri reassured the act was done of his new lover's own will. Though Takuma swore he wouldn't say anything, he did warn Senri how drinking any human being's blood was forbidden, regardless if he was consuming it from the source or not.

Afterwards, Senri told Kianna to not give him another vial of her blood. He didn't want her to get into trouble with the Headmaster. Senri also didn't want other vampires flocking to what belonged to him. More importantly, he didn't want Kianna harming herself to nourish him. Even though she said it was her problem anyway, Senri wasn't going to let that part go.

Kianna narrowed her eyes at Senri. "What are you going to do if you're bloodlust gets out of control"? She snapped.

Senri sighed. "That only applies to Level Es. I'm a Level B vampire, meaning I'm an Aristocrat". He reassured her.

Despite his words, Kianna still looked up at her boyfriend with irritation. "Kaname said I could give you my blood anyway". She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. For someone who's small, Kianna was quite stubborn.

Senri then stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants. If his Lord allowed his lover to commit such an act, then not even Kaien would interfere knowing how vampires have their own way of doing things. "Oh, alright". Senri heavily sighed. "At this point, you're just doing it because you want to". He teased. Senri then gripped the item he was hiding inside one of his pockets and revealed it to Kianna. In his hand, was a silver chain necklace with a clear heart vial at the end. The vial had the word 'sweetheart' written across it. "If you insist, fill this up instead whenever we're off campus. I'll wear the necklace until I'm craving you. In exchange, I'll give you something sweet to help your blood sugar". Senri explained in defeat.

Kianna triumphantly smirked. "Fine". She said, snatching the necklace from Senri.

With such a tiny vial, Kianna's blood wouldn't be enough to sustain his health even if she filled it to the top. This seemed to be a decent compromise to appease his sweet hearted girlfriend while still needing to depend on the blood tablets. After all, if Senri only feed off of Kianna for sustenance, he would kill her due to blood loss on a daily basis. Besides, this was a great excuse to hand Kianna all the treats he would receive from fans. Although Senri would eat sweets if they're there, he didn't care for them. This was his karma for lying in a magazine interview, but at least he could shower Kianna with all the treats her sweet tooth desires from now on.

Eventually, it was St. Xocolatl’s Day. "This kind of thing doesn't interest me". Senri shrugged. He planned on walking along with Rima, but Takuma dragged him to the designated gate he needed to stand at to accept his chocolates. The irritated expression was clear across his face along with the dull look in his blue eyes. In the end, Senri's arms were filled with chocolate boxes and letters of admiration. While in class, he had handed all the chocolates over to Rima and threw the letters away. Senri heavily sighed to himself as he gently caressed the vial hanging around his neck. He kept it hidden underneath his clothes at all times. The only thing Senri wanted to see was Kianna, but the Night Class was in session and his Sweetheart should be asleep in bed. Acknowledging this, he decided to step out into the hall and enjoy a drink. Once Senri shut the classroom door behind him, he was suddenly face-to-face with Kianna.

His sweetheart's pretty eyes were averted elsewhere once she realized who was standing in front of her. Kianna's hands were also tucked behind her back and her face was a bit flushed. "Here". She suddenly blurted. Kianna then handed Senri a red box of chocolate, indicating romantic feelings for the receiver.

Senri's eyebrows arched in surprise. He was touched by the simple gift, but this was bad timing. If giving chocolate was a way for humans to express their feelings for each other, drinking their lover's blood was a way for vampires to express their feelings for each other. At that moment, that's all Senri wanted to do to Kianna since she was standing there with a gift for him. Luckily for him, Kianna's neck was concealed under her uniform.

"Kianna..." Senri breathed with a faint blush creeping up on his cheeks. He then gently took the little red box from his girlfriend and opened it to see a single thin square of chocolate inside. "Did you make this"? Senri asked, clearing his throat.

"Yeah... I can cook if I'm motivated". Kianna shyly admitted. The chocolate itself was nothing special. It came from a chocolate mixing kit she found at the store while she was out on a walk. However, it took Kianna a while to break off a decent square shape without the entire chocolate bark breaking in half.

"Thank you, Sweetheart". Senri said with his blue eyes softening. Before he ate the chocolate, he reached inside his shirt and pulled out the heart vial around his neck. Senri then unscrewed the top and downed the crimson liquid. "Sorry, I don't have anything on me at the moment". He sighed. "Takuma is having a birthday party soon. You can have as much sweets as you want if you come as my date". Senri said, handing Kianna the necklace for her to fill up the next time they're both out together.

Before Kianna could reply, Rima suddenly opened the classroom door. "You need this more than I do". She said, handing Kianna one of Senri's St. Xocolatl’s Day chocolate boxes he received earlier that day. "Yeah... we can hear you, Love Birds". Rima concluded before shutting the classroom door behind her.

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[sparksinthenight]

Just have the 🍉 playlist playing in the background. Hopefully we can help some families.

You need to have the YouTube volume at least halfway up. That means that the volume button on the video needs to be set to at least halfway up. But you can turn the volume of your device all the way down, that’s fine. That means that the volume button that is in the corner or settings of your laptop or controlled by physical buttons or the settings of your tablet or phone can be turned all the way down. Watch each video all the way to the end. If you like and leave comments, especially comments that are 9 words or longer, that shows the video to more people. You don’t have to be on the YoouTube tab, you can be on another tab with the videos playing in the background. Hopefully together we can help these families.

[a-s-levynn]

Dont know if you're still dealing with that headache or if these remedies are up your alley but, here you go. -Caffeine [Tea/Coffee/etc.] -Salt [Yeah,gross I know but it happens..You can also get salt tablets if you don't wanna go ham on a salt shaker.] -Up your sugar intake,if you're more on the healthy side you can use fruits and other natural ways to up it..Low blood sugar causes headaches even for folks who don't have Diabetes/etc. -Hydrate [Water/Powerade/Gatorade/Propel/etc.] -Warm or cold compresses,depends on the person. -Try not to chew anything till the headache goes away,know it sounds weird but anything straining on your jaw can cause your head to hurt. -Dim the lights/sleep/be in a climate controlled area/take a bath or shower. -Relax your head/scalp if you wear your hair up,give it a break. But yeah,all I can think of at the moment. Have a good day/night and feel better soon.

Dear Anon, thank you for compiling these. I was way past these when i posted my comlpaints, but these are good advice, my only addition is to try massage your neck, it could be muscle tension ass well.

But if we are on the topic, allow me to clear up the confusion i see lately around me complaining about medical stuff.

ps: salt is not gross, i usually have the type with the large chunks just to eat it sometimes 🥺

Under the cut, cause long.

So.

I do not aim to be read ungrateful here. This is mostly because i still don't really know how to deal with people being kind to me. I'm just genuinly so bad at dealing with people actually caring about me the way sometimes you guys jump in. My brain is simply reads kindness like this as someone seeing me incompetent and i am actively trying to unlearn that. So i don't even know why am i writing this long ass thing here besides organizing my thoughts. But i did it anyway.

sidenote: I had the tags "levynn cries about nonsense" and i usually pair it up with "don't mind me" or "rethorical question" as well. These were not for show. They were to indicate something, that's past any possible solution or cannot be solved momentarily and i just needed to shout about it in some form, not a cry for help. When i need help, trust me, you gonna know. I am at a point of my life when i just say if i need help with a thing. So i started to leave them occasionally because you guys are way too nice not to care anyway. But when i say "don't worry" i fully mean it in the "it has been taken care of or will pass in a bit, it's okay."

BUT please let's not forget, that i am an adult, living alone for the better part of a decade now, with a pretty decent survival rate if i say so myself.

I know i regularly say i'm stupid and joking about being unhealthy at times, but that's mostly just the energy drinks and the occasionally skipped meals. But in general i lead a pretty healthy and balanced diet and life. I am simply not smart in the academic sense. You know, more the low INT high WIS type if anything.

I've been dealing with various pains for the better part of my life, so i am pretty well equipped to battle it in theory, but there are always the types that shrug off even proper medication. Sure, i am trying to avoid too many pills because i actually did have a problem before, but it is still not beyond me to take some if i need it. It needs to be regulated but if it's needed it's needed.

Same goes for the heat and sun. I grew up with sun allergy and light sensitivity. I know how to manage it. But i still going to complain when it's 30+ °C here (it's around 40 for a week now, which is 104 for the °F users) and i am used to the 20 range, so i am going to comlpain. Even if i have a cooling unit at home, i still have to get home in the heat. And that time could be enough for me to bank a sunstroke or up to 2nd degree burns if i'm not careful.

So whenever i'm posting about something hurting (especially my head and leg) or about being hot outside, it is more to be a heads up if anything, that if i respond even slower or forget to respond or not being as nice as i usually try to be, that's why.

It is also a simple complain when even proper medication fails. And i am not talking about aspirin, but two 50mg diclofenac-calium pills for these types. The kind they give here around childbirth type of pains.

I genuinly cherish the fact that you guys are taking your time to write me various lenghts of advice on stuff, i just don't know how to process the part where you are being kind out of being kind, not because you actually think i am an idiot, not knowing how to stay alive.

[dozemax]

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