Stepping-Razor

The Recruit (Chapter 12) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 63 & Day 74″

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Peter Collins & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Cursing, I assume, blood and a weeeee bit of violence, discussion of PTSD/sexual assault.

A.N.: One of the only times I have, and probably will, split one chapter up into two different days..

Summary: Mitch and Y/n discuss her recent trip to NYC and then they receive some disturbing news.

Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen

Originally posted by dobriensrapp

Mitch walked into your room and saw you replacing a wooden floorboard under your bed. You didn’t turn, you knew it was him and you didn’t mind if he knew your hiding place.

“I can’t believe I never knew that existed.” Mitch said, glancing at the floorboard hiding spot, as he placed his duffle bag on your desk and leaned against your doorframe.

You walked over and pulled him inside, closing and locking the door behind you. You held his hands in your own and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I missed you today. I thought you were supposed to stay the night there tonight.”

“I missed you.” Mitch frowned for a moment, then kissed your forehead. “Stan decided early this morning after his phone kept ringing that he wanted to come back tonight, even if it was late. Now I’m thinking that had to do with you?” Mitch sat at your desk chair and watched as you hung up your bomber jacket. You looked sexy as could be in the outfit you were wearing. He loved you in those boots, they always reminded him of the way you looks at the reunion and they always made him want to slide his hands up your thighs.

“I guess it had to do with me.” You said, as you walked over and sat in his lap, hooking your arms around his neck.

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27. “That’s not yours.” (Grayson Dolan)

Laughing, you and Grayson entered your apartment, after a heavy and intensely sweaty session of skating. Ethan had dropped you two off, promising to pick up Gray after a few hours to head back to the Warehouse to finish filming and editing the upcoming video.

You and Gray almost always spent time at his seeing as it was more spacious but since your apartment was closer to the skate rink, Gray had opted to freshen up at yours.

Opening and closing a few cabinets, you pulled out twi glasses, pouring in water before plonking a few ice cubes for added measure while Grayson made himself comfortable on the couch. You carried the two glasses over to him, handing him one as you quickly downed your own, feeling the cold, slide down your throat. Turning on the air conditioning, you made yourself comfortable next to Gray while you both dried off the sweat before taking turns to hop in the shower.

Half an hour or so later, Gray stood up, taking off his tee and chucking it at your face before rushing into your bedroom, locking the door before behind him, just in case you decided to barge in. 

He could hear you screaming in disgust as he slipped off the rest of his clothes and entered the bathroom.

Shaking your head in disgust, you had just put his sweat laden tee into the laundry when you heard Gray yell, ‘Babe?’

You replied back, ‘What?’ but got no answer.

Shrugging your shoulders, you got around to starting the laundry, stripping yourself off the grimy clothes, finishing menial chores with a towel wrapped around yourself whiling away the time before Gray stepped out.

‘That’s not yours,’ Gray’s steely voice broke through the silence that had blanketed the environment.

Turning around in confusion, your eyes appraised the razor Gray was holding up, dripping on your carpet, his own towel wrapped loosely around the waist.

‘In fact, it’s not even a girl’s razor,’ Gray continued, his expression started to morph into one of agitation and anger.

‘So, whose is it?’ Gray asked, his voice dropping a notch as he stepped closer, shoving the razor in your face, jealousy and panic radiating through every pore in his body.

Arching an eyebrow almost cockily, you simply looked at him, intentionally toying with him, enjoying watching your boyfriend burn with unwarranted anger and jealousy.

‘Whose is it, cause its certainly not mine!’ Gray yelled, his eyes wide, chest heaving as adrenaline pulsed through his veins.

Pursing your lips, you plucked the razor out of his hand before replying, ‘It belongs to the same person whose shaving cream is kept next to the basin, the same person whose shoes you failed to notice next to the front door, the very same person, who’s come to visit his baby sister after almost 4 months of staying apart.’ 

As you spoke, your eyes took in the various expressions Gray’s face went through. Starting with pure range, to shock to disbelief to understanding, it ended with his lips parted in a small ‘o’, eyes wide with horror, cheeks a shade of bright red.

‘I’m - Oh - You - That -,’ he spluttered, embarrassment replacing his rage.

‘Just what I thought,’ you quipped, pushing past him and sauntering off to have your shower, enjoying leaving Gray behind to feel guilty and flustered, even though you weren’t the least bit offended.

Hey, a girl’s got to have her own fun when she wants, right?

Smirking to yourself, you got under the shower, savouring the possibilities on how Gray would trip over his feet in an attempt to make it up to you.

You knew you should feel horrible, but boy were you enjoying it all a bit too much.

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Connor Wolf Head Tutorial. 

Materials 

  • Wire (I used 6mm Galvanized Steel wire that I purchased from Home Depot, but you can use any wire that is sturdy enough to keep it’s shape)
  • Masking tape
  • Fake fur
  • scissors
  • hot glue

Optional: 

  • acrylic paint
  • electric razor

Step 1: I began with a wire base that ended up resembling the shape of a baseball cap, except the lip of the had was shaped like an animal snout. I assembled everything either by wrapping any excess wires together or by wrapping a few, thin strips of masking tape around the joint. (seen in first image)

Step 2: I covered the entire wire cap in masking tape, cutting out holes for the eyes. (seen in image 2)

Step 3: I began covering the cap in the fake fur. When cutting the fake fur, it’s important to not cut the actual FUR. Instead, cut the cloth. I used a comb to part the fur so I could make a clean cut. 
I also had to cut a lot of tiny strips of fur so it would sit right on the base cap. (seen in Image 2 and 3)

Step 4: Once the entire cap is covered and everything is glued, you can cut out the long pieces that hang down. I made the two pieces in the front separate from the back, and then connected them above my shoulders with glue later.

Step 5: I make a little wolf nose (even though Connor’s wolf hat technically doesn’t have one….) out of sculpty. I baked it, painted it, then glued it on. (unpainted version seen in image 3 and 4)

Step 6: I trimmed a lot of the fur down with an electric razor. (if you want in really short like I did on the front hanging pieces, try to cut a lot off with scissors before you go in with the razor, because you can damage the razor)

Step 7: Paint! I actually ended up dying everything with sharpie dye first, but it was too pale so I had to go back in with acrylic paint. 

AAAAAAnnnndd that about covers it. If you have any questions feel free to let me know! And have fun making your wolfy hats!

Single Neck

Fandom: Don’t Starve
Main Character: Wilson, Maxwell

Note: I wrote this a while ago, a slightly less detailed version, after I was done with a vent piece of art, featuring the same quote. Yes, I know where the actual quote is from, but it’s a very depressing one, and certainly fits a few things. I rewrote this because I’ve been feeling down. Content Warnings for suicidal thoughts and almost attempts

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“Dearest Kore, come inside
And shut the door before you catch a cold
Wrap a blanket ‘round your shoulders
Warm your body by the heater
I’ll make you some honey tea
While you write a letter to your husband.”


But Mother, what should I write about?
Outside a storm rages against our home,
And every second I step out
A million razor rain drops
And thousands of Zephyr’s winds
Cut and bite and beat my skin
And freeze my blood and bone.


People always talk about a gentle spring
But there is nothing gentle about you
Oh Queen of Spring and Harvest
My dearest mother.


“True, but there is nothing gentle
About you either, Kore
Oh Queen of Curses and Below
Now stop fussing and write your letters to your husband.”


But Mother, what can I write about?
The freezing rain beats down the earth.
Nothing is in bloom.
All I can smell is mud and smoke.
And the tempest winds keep your song birds
From their perches, robbing us of songs.
This bitter wasteland you call spring
Is nothing to write home about.


Mother, Giver and Taker,
My previous letters were full and bursting
With your earthly blessings;
Thick grassy hills to roll on, golden wheats to eat,
And the heady scent of wildflowers in your garden could stop anyone in their tracks.
Mother, outside there is nothing but your scorn!
This is not fitting for any letter or a curse I’d wish on anyone!


“Oh my child, Coming and Going and Never Staying.
Your husband-lord of Death and Damned is no stranger
To barren lands and dormant wealth hidden in the ground.
He of all people will understand your letters
Of cold and storms and bittersweet beginnings.”


Mother?


“Yes my dear?”


Will he really love it?


“If your husband is half the man you boast about
In your winter letters that keep me warm
Then he should be grateful
That you even bother to write at all.”

— 

“Modern Day Persephone” by thejinxedwriter (Cailin Doty)

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