Ect and Interests

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The mission had gone sideways—close call with hostiles, comms cut, but thankfully the two of you had made it out with little casualty. Ghost had taken a grazing hit across his side; nothing life-threatening, but enough that he needed to clean it properly.

You were still catching your breath, peeling off your plate carrier and vest, when he finally shredded his shirt.

You weren’t expecting what you saw.

Ghost’s torso was a map of scars and hard muscle, but that wasn’t what made your brain short-circuit. Both of his nipples were pierced—thick, silver barbells that caught the low light from the single lantern. Then a delicate but deliberate navel piercing sat right above the waistband of his pants. small, glinting balls. And when he ran his tongue over his teeth, catching his breath, you saw the tongue piercing too—metallic ball flashing for half a second.

He noticed you staring, those dark eyes didn’t miss much.

“Problem, Sergeant?” The usual clipped Manchester edge softened by exhaustion and something else.

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Heat flooded your face so fast you were surprised steam didn’t rise off you. The piercings were so… unexpected on him. Hidden under all that tactical gear and that damn mask, secret and filthy.

Your gaze kept dropping—to the way the nipple bars stood out against his pale skin, to the way the navel hoop shifted when he breathed, to the way he licked his lower lip and that tongue piercing caught the light again.

Your mind went exactly where you told it not to.

What else is he hiding?

You could almost picture it—more silver glinting lower, maybe a Jacob’s ladder running the length of his cock, each rung a shock of cold metal you’d feel if he ever—

“Eyes up here.” he said, but there was a rough edge of amusement under it. He didn’t move to cover himself. Just stood there, scarred, pierced, and stupidly hot, letting you look. The air in the cabin felt twenty degrees hotter.

You swallowed. Your pulse was hammering in your throat. “I… didn’t know the military let you have those.”

“They don’t.” He shrugged one broad shoulder, the motion making the barbells shift. “Keeps things interesting when nobody’s looking.”

Your brain was supplying very vivid, very unprofessional images of exactly what “interesting” might look like beneath his belt. The thought of cold metal dragging against sensitive skin, of him letting someone see—letting you see—made your thighs press together involuntarily.

Ghost’s head tilted slightly, like he could read every filthy thought crossing your face. His voice dropped even lower as his hand hovered over his belt.

“Wanna see what else I’m hiding…?”

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I'm on the quest to draw every Pokémon sprite from R/B in the original style from Ken Sugimori.

Typical performative males, just doing it for girls’ attention 🙄🙄

Teen!Mace: Dude! If I don't get back home in two hours my mom will ground me for life!

Teen!Alejandro: If my dad finds out I took this car from the lot he'll KILL ME

Teen!Ghost: ... I'm calling my dad

Teen!Mace: What!?

Teen!Alejandro: Are you crazy!? Do you want me dead!?

Teen!Ghost: Relax, my dad's chill

(Thirty minutes later)

Nik: See? That's how you jumpstart the battery. You should get a battery pack, just in case this happens again

Teen!Alejandro: You are a LIFESAVER. I thought I was dead

Teen!Mace: If I had to call my mom, no one would ever see me again

Nik: I'm always here to help

Nik, to teen!Ghost while smiling: *under his breath* You're in big trouble, Милый

sunbeams and dewdrops come to life

There is a direct correlation between feathering and CPL. As the name suggests, the disorder is a progressive swelling of the legs due to an accumulation of lymph, and you cannot keep track of its progression without shaving the legs.

The swelling also causes hyperkeratosis (a thickening of the skin) and deep skin folds where feather mites thrive. And when horses get feather mites, they scratch their legs until they bleed. And since legs that are swollen with lymph have a lowered immune response, those sores can get infected very easily, leaving the horse in constant pain and putting its immune system on overtime.

And if it's rainy, those feathers wick up water, causing mold and dermatitis, the latter of which can lead to extremely painful mallenders/sallenders. When owners finally give in an remove the feathering, they often find things like this:

I'm currently helping out with a Jutland horse who had no symptoms other than a bit of swelling and stomping (when they can't properly scratch their legs, they stomp them instead). When I removed her feathers, this is what I found:

The pic on the left is before I started treating her skin issues and mites. On the right is 2 weeks later. It's slow going. She's only 5 years old. Imagine if her owners, out of ignorance, had let this fester until she was 15. Imagine living your entire life with skin like that and no ability to take care of it yourself, and no one bothering to help you.

They're sold often by breeders but buyers are pretty much never warned of the complications. Not only are they more prone to tumors because of the extreme scale growth genes, but they are pretty much guaranteed to get what's called diamond eye.

The fish's eye is overtaken by the scales and they're unable to see.

2pm: "where's the dog he can't possibly have jumped over the fence"

3pm: "hi i live in [another village]! I got your dog here, if you can come fetch him?"

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