[ID: 3 circular icons of James from Telltale’s Walking Dead games. James is a young Korean-American man with mid-length messy brown hair and dark eyes. He’s wearing layered torn T-shirts under a sleeveless grey denim jacket. Behind him in all 3 icons is the zombzgender pride flag.
The first icon shows James standing angled slightly away from the camera, with his head turned to face it. He has a serious, angry expression on his face, and is glaring at someone off-screen.
The second icon shows James as a zombie. His skin is tinted grey, his eyes are cloudy and white, and his lower face and neck are splattered with blood. He appears to be shambling towards the camera, his face expressionless.
The third icon shows James looking to the side, a calm expression on his face. /End ID]
Menstrual blood makes a good fertilizer for house plants. Collect it in your Menstrual Cup or soak your used tampon or cloth pads in some water. Dilute it with water, (1:10 seems to be a good ratio), then use it to water your plants.
Be careful, though, some plants don’t seem to like it very much (Aloe Vera). Maybe don’t use it on plants you’re planning on eating, and most definitely don’t use it on them when you’re on some sort of medication and other people are going to eat from the plant, too. If you have pets, make sure there are no blood clots lying on the plants, and dilute the blood well, otherwise your pet might think the plant smells like food and try to eat it.
CW: Guns, character death, just so much violence, light gore in one spot, severe injuries, some nsfw language, noncon references, betrayal! intrigue!, Nanda is a possessive creep
I need to sleep but we should hook up when I’m back. Love you.
He sends the text knowing damn well she’ll leave him on Read. Might send a reply eventually, whenever she gets around to feeling like it. That’s kind of the downside to dating someone so ridiculously out of his league – he’s at her mercy, start to finish, and that’s not exactly a bad thing, but… it definitely keeps him a little insecure.
She seems to like him that way, though. Ysabel is twenty years older than he is and loves to keep him dangling over the side of the cliff, gripping desperately onto her hands for some reassurance she won’t let him fall. He blusters and bluffs his way through things with the other guys, but… Ysabel is utterly, totally in control here.
Add being the best sniper he’s ever met to her natural, entirely earned confidence in herself and it’s easy to see why he’s terrified of pissing her off or dumping her before she’s ready to dump him.She had taken notice of him, been the one to offer him a little side-job, undermining his current employer with encrypted tech that let them track movements and listen in on conversations, set a few guys up to get caught by the law, that kind of thing.
After a while, those little jobs had become bigger ones, turning full traitor. He’d agreed to work for the Baeren Group, and that had led to him asking his two closest coworkers if they’d be interested in some money on the side. And somewhere in there, she’d pulled Joey into her bed, and told him he would stay right there until she kicked him out of it.
It’ll be soon, though, he thinks. She’s losing interest, but it has to be her interest to lose, not his. He knows that. You don’t turn down Ysabel Baeren, and you don’t walk away from her, or she’ll find a reason to make you regret it.
Hell, she’s likely to shoot him right between the eyes rather than just break up if she finds out he took his turn with the Romantic they’ve got tied down to the floor in the back. He shouldn’t have – he told himself he wouldn’t, and he told the guys he wouldn’t – but then he found himself wondering what a real, professionally-trained pet is like.
