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bunny584 · 4 months

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OBSESSED: YUTA

A/N: Sweet, innocent, puppy-eyed boy who is no better than the frat boys you detest 🤭 (this is for anon who requested a lil crazy special grade sorcerer doing ungodly things!! Shoko feat The Boys ™️ is up next, then I SWEAR I’m done and back to AO3)

C/W: Aged up characters, College AU. Masturbation. Mature, 18+

“YUUTA?! Are you kidding me?”

You stop time.

Heads turn in his direction. But Yuuta doesn’t register any it because of your smile.

The 1000-kilowatt smile that the locker room rumors about. The smile that stops traffic. The one that obliterates his train of thought.

365 days since he’s seen it in person.

And suddently the year in Morocco for his University degree feels frivolous.

Yuuta places two bottles of disgustingly expensive champagne (courtesy of Satoru Gojo) in between the half filled red solo cups.

He’s doing his best to keep his eyes above your delicate, sharp collarbones.

He’s doing his best not to follow the Barbie pink hair string around your neck.

The Barbie pink string connected to the triangular bikini that is defying the laws of gravity, Mother Nature, AND physics to keep your busty, perky chest supported.

Not to mention the sheer netted tissue thin excuse for a cover up. Draped around the curve of your hips. It warms him hotter than the Moroccan sun.

You wire yourself through the crowded sorority house kitchen. And Yuuta gnaws on his inner cheeks. The predatory stares from from the frat drones scattered about ignites a guttural flame.

But he’ll deal with that later.

Because Aphrodite is barreling toward him and he is not worthy.

“I can’t believe you made it!” You launch yourself into him.

“I wouldn’t miss it. Happy 21st birthday, gorgeous.”

One of his arms is more than sufficient enough to wrap around your baby doll frame. Other hand in his pocket, while he easily lifts and spins you around twice.

Airy giggles spill from your lips. So clearly surprised by how strong he has grown. He’s bulkier. More toned. Hell of a lot more confident too.

Is he showing of a little? Of course he is.

“You’re here. You’re really here.” You stare up at him with stars in your eyes. Still in utter disbelief.

Your tiny, warm hands cup his face. Yuuta subconsciously melts into them. You always did strum his body like a harp.

“Yuuta, you must be so tired. Your bedroom eyes are even more…bedroom-y.” You tease.

Yuuta laughs to choke down a groan. He doesn’t need a mirror to know he’s stained mulberry right now.

Because why would you mention a bedroom while you are wearing a bikini he could snap with his eyes?

“Hey, be nice! You know there’s no amount of caffeine that can fix the bags.” Good, fucking save.

He swallows thickly and averts his gaze. If he keeps looking at you, he’d drown. Like how he drowned freshman, sophomore and junior year.

A continent, couple oceans and a sea away from you couldn’t keep him afloat.

A palpable silence drapes over the two of you. There’s so much he wants to say.

“Who’s is the hot guy birthday girl is talking to?”

“Okkotsu, I think.”

“No WAY. If she doesn’t fuck him i—“

“OKAY!!!” You exclaim loudly, prompting giggles from your sorority sisters behind you.

Your cheeks are now matching his. You both burst into incredulous laughter, letting some of the pressure out of the proverbial valve.

“Give me a tour, birthday girl.” Yuuta grazes his fingers over your bare shoulders because he can’t not touch you.

Your hand magnets to his wrist and you both beeline up the stairs. He knows, you know, -you both know- you are heading straight to your bedroom.

Yuuta’s heart is throbbing so hard his whole rib cage is vibrating. Cotton lines every corner of his mouth and he’s suddenly forgotten how to swallow.

Forgotten how to breathe apparently too, because he chokes on air when you pull him to the front of your room door.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you muse playfully.

And now his cock is at full staff. The measly silver zipper is definitely not strong enough for this.

“I-Im sorry?” Yuuta gurgles through the saliva pooled in his mouth like a hungry puppy.

“It’s a pool party, silly. C’mon, you can use my bathroom to change.”

Yuuta makes the mistake of letting his eyes drop down the dip of your pretty spine. Tracing all the way down to your matching bikini bottom. That’s a thong. Lining between your perfect, plump ass.

God.

No.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

He follows behind you, nails digging into his dark jeans.

“Bathroom’s through the closet, be quick.” You flash him another pristine grin and…and..

..what is his name again…?

Yuuta returns your smile with a lopsided one of his own. The walk to the bathroom is 13 miles long. There’s no way. No way he’s going to be able to hide his unreasonable, rock hard length through his weightless swim trunks.

He halts. Suddenly enchanted by your hanging clothes. Like a Venus fly trap. You’re everywhere.

Your clothes. Your delicious scent. Your jewelry. Your shoes.

Yuuta is in the eye of your vortex.

A long, silky sleeve tickles his cheek. So soft. Electric currents surge through every engorged vessel in his cock. He takes in a long drag of the faint cherry vanilla notes etched into your clothes.

An addict. A hopeless, pathetic addict in a field of his vices.

His fingers earthquake against his buckle. Clumsily stepping out of his jeans.

Just a quick touch. It’ll help him relax. Just really fast, you won’t know.

Yuuta whips around to bury himself in your silk shirt. Heart thundering in his ears. Fingers tickling the hem of his trunks. Shaft fully tented from nothing.

“Yuuta? Did you get lost in there?” Your dulcet voice knock Yuuta’s lust-drunk thoughts loose.

“Ha-N-no! I’m c-coming!”

Yuuta shakily unbuttons his white linen shirt, exposing his lean but chisled core. His cock is diamond hard. Any slight movement and his blunt, leaky tip will peek over the hem.

He strategically folds his pants over the indecent bulge. He just has to count backwards from 500 then he’ll soften and leave the jeans behind.

“Come out!! I won’t bite!” You coax again.

The second Yuuta re-emerges from your closet, he digs the heel of his palm into his crotch. Trying to will his erection down by sheer force because counting just won’t do.

You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning against your palms flat on the duvet.

Your bikini has grown smaller.

It has to have.

Because the way your supple tits spill around the cruel joke that is that top fucks his brain to mush.

Soft curvy lines of your breasts. Feminine pretty lines of your tummy. The swell of your thighs just begging for Yuuta’s lips, his hands…his dick. He could drop to his knees and worship at your alter this second.

“Oh my god!” You giggle again, waving him over to the bed.

“You’re so, big, now.” Your hand lingers on his tensed bicep, currently losing the war against his cock angrily thrashing around in his pants.

“Am I?” Yuuta asks stupidly. Long sentences are off the table.

“Mmhm,” he watches your eyes lazily drink in his face. He must be an embarrassing shade of violet at this point.

Your hand makes its way into his hair and Yuuta just couldn’t choke down the “ohh,” that bubbles out of him.

“God, I’ve missed you, Yuuta.” Your face is so soft. So earnest.

And Yuuta is there with you, he swears he is. It’s just, you’re speaking directly to his cock right now and all the blood has drained from his head to his head.

“I mi-missed you. More.” He manages to grunt out, precum pooling on his thigh.

Hold it together. Fucking hold it together.

You turn your body and scoot closer to him. The peaks and valley of your cleavage, tantalizing him into a mindless fool who can only think about fucking his fist.

“Guys here suck. But not you. You’ve always been amazing,” you murmur, circling feather light shapes against Yuuta’s scalp.

He shudders under your touch. Biting his cheeks so his jaw doesn’t hang open. Drool already threatening to leak from his lips.

“So kind and sweet.” Your eyes drop to his lips at the same that your hand falls to his tensed abs.

And Yuuta is caught in your quick sand. His limbs loosen. Hand on his crotch melts away. Allowing his member to spring upward with all the blood he has in his body. The sudden movement causes his jeans to slide to the floor.

His ears and cheeks burn at his indecency. But he can’t move. He is at your complete mercy. His cock rhythmically pumping out his precum now.

“I..” Yuuta croaks, but in one dizzying motion you dive your lips onto his.

He snaps.

Yuuta’s left hand flies to his neglected, weapy shaft. The friction through his thin trunks evoke a deep moan into your mouth. His other hand grips the back of your head, pressing you forward onto his tongue. He didn’t ask for entry into your lips like he normally would. It’s too dire. He’s too needy.

His hand pumps his length while his tongue maps every corner of your warm mouth. You let out soft, high pitched sighs. Which nearly bring him to finish instantly.

“Oh, Yuuta.” You moan his name. And Yuuta’s hips rut harder into his hands.

He’s hoping, praying you’re too distracted by the bruising kiss to notice the pitiful way he’s bucking his hips. Humping his hand. He’s no better than the guys you were talking about. No better.

“OH BIRTHDAY GIRL!!!!!!” Shrill voices from just outside your door rip you two a mile apart.

Yuuta scrambles to his feet, his arm unsuccessfully covering his crotch. You are panting, thumb stroking your bottom lip. Both of you still brimming with your electric chemistry.

“Enough birthday sex!!! Time for TEQUILA!” Your sorority sisters babble and laugh, about 2 seconds away from opening the door.

You grip the handle. Face and body flushed warm rose.

“I-I-uh I have to-“

“Ye—yeah of course, I’ll meet you, down. I’ll meet you down there.”

Both of your voices nervously collide. Looking everywhere but each other’s eyes. You flutter out in haste. Leaving Yuuta in the middle of your room rock hard and a pre cum covered mess.

Like leaving a fiend with an array of illicit substances.

Yuuta turns on his heel and disappears into your closet. He’s not thinking. Logical thought has long ceased to exist. All he can think about is how much his balls ache for you. How drunk he is off your touch. Your taste. Your smell.

His eyes laser down to a crumpled pair of lace panties just a few paces away from your hamper.

Yuuta’s gaze could burn it through the floor.

Stop, Yuuta. Don’t you dare.

He scolds himself. Even though his hands do the opposite. He drops to his knees and pulls his heavy cock free from its barrier. The other hand toying with your worn panties.

He’s filthy. A dirty, nasty scumbag.

Yuuta tugs his cock, aggressively. Jaw hanging open. Short desperate huffs of air escaping his lips.

No, don’t. Stop. “Nnhhgh s-top…fuck..n-no.” His jagged thoughts and jagged words intertwine. Squelching noises from his arousal pierce through his groans.

Yuuta brings your panties to his nose, and nearly blacks out. Your scent. So fucking delicious. So perfect.

He needs to taste.

His groans become garbled when he stuffs your panties into his mouth. Every single nerve ending in his body ruptures.

Yuuta pumps his cock with both hands. Feverish. Sloppy thrusts of his hips colliding with his white knuckled fists. The world around him dampens. Blurs.

“Nnnghh..uhhgh..f-FUCK,”

Your spit-drenched underwear rolls out of his mouth onto his sensitive tip. Ropes, and ropes and ropes of his cum fill your soft négligée.

Yuuta hangs his head back, leaning against his calves. His dick still twitching through his nirvana.

After a few moments, the fog slowly lifts from his mind. His vision returns. Yuuta wipes the remnants of his arousal off his cock with your panties. Before tucking them into his pocket.

Unable to look himself in the eye, he quickly rinses his hands, intending to rejoin your party at once.

But, when his hand connects with the cold knob, a voice in the back of his mind pipes up.

Take another one.

And in a trance-like state, Yuuta rushes back to your closet hamper to find another pair of your panties.

A pretty, delicate red number catches his eyes and he stuffs it into a free pocket before scurrying out of your room.

He’s no better than them.

He’s worse.

PART II

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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A Collection for a Special Date: Part IV

Male Reader x Kim Minju

Length: 1000 words

Tags: fluff, hand-holding, nursing, healthy relationship, cute, a bit of teasing, cuddling, sick_gf!Minju

TW: I wrote this in 15 minutes, because Minju best girl, so no editing lol.

(A/N: Happy Birthday to my Minmin. Her birthday is almost over, but I hope she had a blast and will have a great time being 22 years old. Man, I love her so much, ahhhh.)

“Can you hold my hand for a little longer?”

Is it weird to call a sick person cute? Surely it must depend on the context. The way Minju lays in her bed, blanket up to her chin, everything but her face hidden, and said face in a fever blush, who wouldn’t think that she is cute? Doesn’t help that she has your heart in a tight grip with each syllable that leaves her tender lips.

“Of course I can.”

You smile at her. She returns a weak smile of her own and shuffles out her hand from underneath her blanket. You take the small, smooth palm into yours. It’s covered in sweat, in fact, there is sweat all over her pale body, except for the blush which increases noticeably.

“But do you maybe want me to bring you something? I can get some more water. Remember, you need to drink a lot when you’re sick.”

“Thank you, but I think I drank enough already.”

“What about yogurt? We have vanilla or strawberry—something to eat will definitely help you feel better.”

Minju’s smile grows and she quickly averts her eyes. Her head is turned to the bright, baby blue wall of her room. You imagine her remembering how the two of you painted the dull gray in two afternoons because you got distracted on the first day. The paint on your clothes, the stupid laughter, as if you were children. But no one was looking, no one was judging, it was pure joy.

“Thank you, but I don’t need yogurt. I-I just want you to stay here, with me.”

Minju’s voice is tiny. Her hand presses down on yours with all the strength in her weakened body. You warned her back at the lake that she would catch a cold if she stayed in the water for too long. She did not listen and you did not stop her. She just looked perfect, innocently splashing around in the water. Minju wasn’t as innocent an hour earlier, where she beat you in a one on one race across the lake. It was a strong reminder for you that her body isn’t only a gorgeous piece of art, but also quite agile and durable. In the end, it wasn’t able to fend up the cold though. Poor Minju.

“Aw, you’re so adorable, Minju. But what if I have to go to the toilet? You probably don’t want me kneeling her and peeing myself, hm?”

A frown on Minju’s face as she lets go of your hand.

“I will wait here, but please, hurry up.”

You hide your mouth behind a shy hand and chuckle. This girl melts your already molton heart again and again. You feel warm around her all the time, and now it’s even warmer. Warmth stronger than lava or the sun—it’s what they call love, you assume.

“No, no, I’m kidding.”

Lean in and kiss her forehead. Piping hot skin on your dry lips. Minju gasps and squirms. Her hand reaches for your wrist, which she holds onto throughout your seconds on her temple—and then her lips. Eyes close, hearts race, breaths become more rapid. It’s a natural reaction, yet it feels so unnatural, surreal, absurd. What are the odds to find someone that makes you feel this way?

No matter how small these odds are, the odds to have perfect synergy are exponentially lower, yet you try to defy even those odds. Usually, the two of you would get faster and deeper in your kisses, but with Minju’s current state, you keep it slow and lazy. Her heated face does not evoke the heated desire in you. You remain calm and cherish the feeling of her lips and only the feeling of her lips.

You loosely entwine your fingers with hers and rest your elbow beside her head. This position is strange, however, no one would be able to pull you away from Minju. The touch of her lips is magnetic, to the point where you merge with her and lose your fragile grasp on reality. Where do you end and where does she start? You are one with her, so it doesn’t matter.

“Hm, I want something now.”

Minju’s hum into the kiss is like a faint, cold gust of wind at the beach. You're unable to ignore it, unable to not enjoy it, unable to not get light goosebumps.

“What is it, my darling?”

“C-Can you come in a-and cuddle with m-me?”

Careful not to end the kiss, you open up the blanket and quickly sneak underneath it. Luckily, it’s big enough to trap the two of you under cozy, cotton goodness. This position is a lot more comfortable. You two can share a kiss and hold hands and feel the heat your bodies produce.

Suddenly, Minju’s hand is on your chest. She struggles at first to grab the fabric or hem of your t-shirt, but when she succeeds, nothing separates the two of you. Her sweaty pajama leaves stains on your clothes, but of course you pull her into a tight hug. So she really wanted to cuddle. You’re all here for it, even if you might get sick too.

“Just like this.”

“Okay, Minmin.”

“Don’t let me go, please.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

You look into her face, deeply, to examine her expression. The fever seems to be fading, she is less tense and her muscles relax under your touch and gaze. Minju looks confused, but still smiles.

“Is there something on my face?”

You lean towards her ear.

“Minju, I love you.”

Your girlfriend sucks air through her nostrils as her body jumps.

“I love you too.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you~”

“I said—I love you too, pabo!”

You have a dream. The next day, Minju will do better. The day after that, she will be fully healthy again. Four weeks later, you will be sick and she will nurse you. All things will come full circle, again and again, until you marry her.

#kpop fluff #minju fluff #birthday fluff #girl group fluff #izone fluff #female idol fluff #minju best girl #kim minju

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epersonae · 8 months

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the cooking project - microwave mug brownie

ok, it's the most least recipe (well, no: formulas for various instant pot foods are the most least of all my recipe cards), but today was kind of a challenging day if I'm being honest, in a challenging week, and I made this for myself as a little treat and thought, eh fuckit this counts too for this project.

I found this via a search online at some point I think in the winter of 2018-19, in a Sad Time, or possibly early 2019 after I moved into the Yellow House? Definitely a time when I lived alone and wasn't baking. I tried several "microwave mug" whatever recipes and this is the one I liked the best.

Recipe text, transcribed

Microwave Mug Brownie

3 tbsp flour 3 tbsp brown sugar 3 tbsp cocoa 3 tbsp oil 3 tbsp water pinch salt 1/2 tsp vanilla 2 tsp chocolate chips

60 seconds in microwave

In which I am a Very Precise Person

I love this because most of the measures are 3 tablespoons; I always put in a "scant tablespoon" of chocolate chips instead of the 2 teaspoons because then I can just reuse the tablespoon measure and it's not that much difference.

Everything goes in order so I don't have to clean the tablespoon measure except for the chocolate chips. Also, stir the dry ingredients before adding the wet ingredients, it mixes better that way.

It's kind of ugly and a little heavy but I like it

(yes, that is an MIT mug. 1000 years ago, which is to say probably in 1999 or 2000, I got sent to MA for a work training, some fundraising database that my employer at the time was switching to. got to do a tiny bit of sightseeing, ended up in the MIT gift shop, bought this (for my ex, ironically, but it ended up in my things), a magnet, and a t-shirt. it is the perfect size and shape for the microwave brownie. I did not go back to MA until 2019.)

#food as play #today I went to the doctor in person for the first time since before the pandemic #which is to say for the first time since acquiring medical trauma #I was Very Stressed but it turned out really well #also: new doc for the first time in like a decade #she's great!#but I was wiped the fuck out #because that was a intense thing to do in the middle of trauma season #so: leftovers for dinner and microwave mug brownie as a treat

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dzamie-oc · 7 months

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Voretober 04 - Hole

Length: 1000 words Vore type: Oral vore, F/M, unwilling prey, hammerspace vore Fandom: None (Kahudra) Other info: dragon/human, implied digestion Summary: If you jump in the hole, the dragon will eat you. It doesn't matter that she's small.

"Hey, kitty-cat. I know your kind doesn't like getting wet, but d'ya know if this place is any good for surfing?"

Dzamie looked up from his crossword puzzle. He wasn't sure what about a cheetah sitting next to a pit in the sand, quietly working on puzzles, made him a magnet for stuff like this - he was even in a swimsuit, himself! But he might as well get some entertainment from it, or at least give the surfer a chance to not be a jerk.

"This stretch? Good for swimming and floating, but for surfing, it's better past that pier over there," he said, pointing his pencil at the fishing pier a moderate walk away. "Oh, and watch out for the hole."

"Good kitty," the man condescended - Dzamie's ears flicked in annoyance - then looked over at the hole, only a couple feet deep and twice as wide. "And hey, just cuz I'm a whiz on water doesn't mean I can't handle the sand."

"It's less the hole itself, and more the dragon laying in it." He sat forward in his chair to look over the edge of the pit, and waved at Sylvia, ten pounds of golden dragoness curled up half-asleep at the bottom. She cracked open an eye and waved back.

Rather than simply leaving, the surfer crossed his arms with a smile. "Oh, sure, he looks real tough. If I twist my ankle falling in there, he could give me a pretty serious light scrape!"

"Dragoness, actually. And she eats people who go in the hole," Dzamie informed him, "so don't fall in unless you want to get eaten."

The man looked at him, then at Sylvia. "You're joking, right? She's tiny. The zoo has bigger geckos."

Dzamie shrugged and refocused on his crossword. "Every single person who's gone in there has gotten eaten."

"Yeah? And how many is that?"

"Haven't been keeping count. You could ask her."

The surfer scoffed. "Please, anything more than zero is clearly just an empty brag."

"Eight today," Sylvia chipped in. Despite her small voice, both guys heard her clearly.

"Eight it is," agreed Dzamie, "so yeah, watch your step or it'll be nine."

"ME watch my step?" the man laughed, "just look at her. She's the one who'll have to look out. In fact… look out!"

Dzamie set his puzzle on his lap again and watched, with idle amusement, the surfer taking a few steps back. With a confident smirk, the man ran and leapt up, over the edge of the hole. It was clear that he had no intention of clearing it, but rather aimed his landing directly at the little dragon laying at the bottom. Sylvia tracked him, too, keeping her head lined up with his sandy feet; moments before impact, she opened her tiny jaws.

The hapless braggart landed nearly a foot deeper than he intended: rather than landing on Sylvia's muzzle, he landed in it, his calves somehow fitting into her hungry mouth and sliding in until hitting some resistance. Unbalanced, he fell back; magic leapt to Dzamie's paws, and a faint, green bubble insulated his shouted curse from any onlookers. Still, the cheetah couldn't help but wince, as sand was never as soft to land on as it appeared. Of course, that would soon be the least of his troubles.

With a gulp loud enough that even Dzamie heard it outside the sandy hole, Sylvia dragged her catch in, knees vanishing without a trace into her slender, golden neck. The surfer-turned food soon recovered from his fall, but by the time he'd made sense of where he was, or rather, where the rest of his legs were, she was halfway up his thighs, soaking his swimwear with drool rather than water. He reached down to pry her jaws open and pull himself out, but that only got them stuck by his sides - another swallow, and his head dipped under the rim of the hole, and no amount of thrashing his torso back and forth earned him a single inch of freedom back.

Dzamie got up, set his puzzle down, stretched, and laid on his belly next to the hole, for a better view. Only the surfer's head and bare shoulders were visible outside of Sylvia's hungry little jaws, and from the look on his face, his earlier machismo had given way to mortal terror. Sylvia's throat pulled at him, and he tipped his head back as her snout crept up his neck. Dzamie smiled back at him. "Y'know," he said, "I've never tried surfing in her stomach. Maybe it's a good thing you didn't simply ignore the obvious hole in the ground."

Last words were wasted on wishing ill of the furry onlooker, and then Sylvia's jaws clacked together. A final swallow, then the dragoness opened back up to show off her maw, empty of prey; aside from the copious drool, there was little if any sign of the whole person who fell eight feet and counting into a two-foot-deep hole. After giving him the view, Sylvia grinned at her friend. "So, wanna help me hit double digits?"

Dzamie looked at the shadow of his chair. "It is getting sorta late…" He leapt to his feet and jerked his head towards the water. "Tell you what, I'm gonna go cool off a bit, and then you'll be my ride back to the house, okay?" With a snap of his fingers, the chair and crossword vanished.

"Alright! But if you don't hurry, who knows if some other poor fool will steal lucky number ten from you?" Dragon and cheetah exchanged smiles, and then he ran off to the water's edge while she reconstructed a sandy nest. Relaxation, entertainment, free meals… this was definitely an outing worth repeating.

#voretober #dragon #hammerspace dragon #writers on tumblr #writing #ocs #oc: dzamie #oc: sylvia #v/ore #v.ore #digestion #unwilling prey #human prey #dragon pred #hammerspace dragon pred #text #kahudra

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slavicafire · 1 year

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Dearest Żmija, i wanted to share this thought i had with you after i got high last night. I thought perhaps it may entertain you.

fact nr 1)

The sun is a massive star quite close by which has magnetic eruptions sometimes. We feel weird when there are magnetic storms, (we’ve had strong ones lately) and that has caused a lot of light/unrestful sleep due to the magnetic storms. This has happened for ages and due to our brains being tiny ridiculously squishy machines that work thanks to *electricity* in a way, and getting what is quite possibly, a super-charge, we sleep unwell, and we get wonky and our dreams become, hm. Curious. Different.

Fact 2) back in the past, because people didn’t have the scientific understanding we do, of planets and space, they would make a god out of this celestial object-being. It was Apollo, it Was Helius, it was Horus, it was 3 thousand different gods with 3 thousand different explanations of the behaviour but see,

Fact 3) the sun would still be erupting at this time and even though they did not know physically what was happening and why, the people still felt and were aware somehow of solar activity, due to the effects it has on us anyhow. So they would exolain it probably as Huītzilōpōchtli raging, or Dazbog waging war, or something like that. Maybe. They would create stories around this.

Thought… we have more evidence in all manners of ways of what is going on than they did, sure, but… in a way… what we are being taught about how life and the world is *is* in fact… just another story.

Yes! With plenty of evidence! I am not a denier of science at all!! But! It is…a collectively approved story….

Thought…we are a race that lives on stories… everything has to have an explanation, in a way, and we are no different as a whole from the people who lived 1000 years ago 2000 3-4-5.. we are people. We explain things with stories.

Thought… because we know belief is very much a powerful thing, what if… belief creates reality… somehow. And their reality was indeed of apollo and horus being what they are, and the sun being them… because at their time and to their people, this was the most accepted story of what was true and what wasn’t.

Another thought: Their reality lingers over ours. In some ways. Especially the ones that have stories that carry on till today in the minds of people. Not because the people of today who know them believe in them, necessarily, but because they still know their stories. And their stories linger in our minds and spark our imagination and our curiosity! So what if, because these stories were so prevalent, and they stay with us till today in many places and many ways…why can’t these gods still be with us, in some ways?

Personal belief: all the stories that exist within the minds of people are a reality SOMEWHERE and the stars are the portals to them: during their lifetime they absorb all the stories the beings within their systems come up with. When the star goes supernova, the worlds are created (just as ours is destroyed), and when it gets to the point of becoming a black hole, the black hole is in fact a portal to the worlds and the stories that the beings imagined. Due to the nature of the black holes however, going through them is actually impossible so this personal belief is going to stay just so. A belief, rather than a thing of fact.

ah, my dearest stranger, do write to me every time you are high - it is a wonderful joy to read what your mind conjures while in such a state.

all hail the golden boar in the skies.

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us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2 · 4 months

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black mirror review “hated in the nation”

this is by far the stupidest fucking episode oh my god I actually laughed, it’s an awesome episode for like enjoyment but like as actual social commentary I wanna laugh.

FUN FACT!

everyday, every hour, and every minute some is trying to hack into things. Your insurance company, the phone lines, the water plant, a factory, Nintendo, everyone.

on average there’s like 2,000+ hack attempts a day.

so that means there’s ALOT of people trying to hack literally everything.

hated in the nation presented a very real threat and problem, and also doing what everyone does which is to completely ignore cybersecurity.

(shout out to the cybersecurity people literally preventing everyone’s information being compromised, no I mean this in absolute sincerity you guys are the only reason we have not devolved into a post privacy world yet, so shout out.)

but what I saw, was just. Normal shit? Water treatment plants get hacked, literal phone lines get hacked, planes and vehicles get hacked. I can go on and on.

it’s like saying corporate espionage or espionage in general doesn’t happen like your kidding yourself if you say that.

but the whole thing was made incredibly fucking stupid, who the fuck put a back door EASILY ACCESSIBLE IN YOUR ROBO-BEES like come the fuck on oh my god they should know better.

I’m actually completely surprised it was not hacked day 1 if this was real life this whole thing would’ve happened DAY 1 in like 5 hours probably.

some people are literally super hacker geniuses, and the only reason they didn’t get through is because someone caught them before that.

I love the part where the government was like “we are gonna spy on everyone muahaha” and that’s why they got hacked like no.

when in reality it’s 100% because they didn’t have any cybersecurity people, 0 mentions of cybersecurity. 100% they just went “nah we don’t need that”

because again, 1000% preventable, you could have sprayed a shit ton of sticky shit in the air and fucked up their servos too, (the bees) and you could have used a EMP? You could have drained their batteries using science-

(There’s ways to do it I know I just am not knowledgeable on it)

like if this was real life those bees would be dead before 20 people died, like what fucking magic are they made out of. Even ants and bee’s can’t go through the shit they do and live.

like they have the tiniest most delicate robotic shit, and like I’m supposed to believe they can burrow into people without BREAKING?

what are they made of, slime? Because like 100% they’d just break.

most robots will die and break if you get shit in their servos, and legs and wheels, even the most advanced ones die to some slime.

like these things may be water proof but they are made out of inflexible materials they will so break.

HELL an electro magnet would disintegrate these things!

like bees are tough, but they are also tiny and and robotic bees.

like the fuck how would these things even kill ONE guy, they would break halfway through and get lodged like come on.

plus if bees actually died out (honeybees will never, because they are LIVESTOCK ITS PEOPLES LIVELIHOODS)

there’s still like pollinator species like, huh???

you could import a ton and reintroduce them and it’d be fine??? IT WOULD BE GREATLY CHEAPER THAN MAKING ROBO-BEES??

also if all the bee’s died it means all the bugs died which means ALL THE ANIMALS AND CROPS ARE DEAD, which obviously didn’t happen.

again, ecological collapse means humans are not gonna live.

which they are, the air is clear, I don’t see people spraying pesticides or herbicides and like again they don’t mention a single fucking reason the bees are dead.

like good world building am I right?

like, pollution, pesticides, a disease or something, that’s a very real and serious thing threatening wildlife but like they are kinda just spouting nonsense and trying to be like smart.

It doesn’t work like that tho, I’ve seen better world building in ILLUMINATIONS LORAX.

ILLUMINATIONS LORAX

bugs are hearty, and again WTF is happening in this episode.

it’s so much less likely that the government would spend like billions of dollars on the most expensive stupid, shit ever. They would more likely import a pollinator species than make robo-bees

the cameras they have in them would make them so fucking EXPENSIVE TO MAKE your looking at 100,000+ for like one of those stupid bees.

they can self replicate you say? STILL NEED TO SERVICE THEM UPDATE THEM, AND ALL THAT SHIT.

where on earth are these bees even finding metal needed to self replicate? Fucking cars? The trash?

like again not one single mention of how they work.

robot fish? That’s a thing, shitty robot bugs also a thing, but fully autonomous robot BEES like no it would be cheaper to introduce humming birds or something.

like genuinely no, even if the government was able to spy on people using the bees the cameras would be really bad? Because they are incredibly small? And pollinate flowers all day? Like those lenses are as grubby as a garbage can.

like the moral of the story here, DON’T FORGET CYBERSECURITY

not that killer robo-bees are even something remotely to be scared of, you should be more worried about the lack of knowledge of cybersecurity and people not hiring cybersecurity professionals for their companies actually.

that’s actually more of a realistic problem and can be addressed.

like black mirror has this anti-technology thing, even if technology is bad all things can be bad, that’s life.

People will wield harmless stuff like a weapon to better their goals.

but what black mirror just says, is “the apocalypse is eventual, and we will all die”

wow such original ideas, not like everyone has been saying that since the dawn of time or something.

people never hear about all the BAD hacking shit, because well they’d go fucking crazy. We’ve had the sorta hacks in “hated in the nation” before and no-one batted an eye, it’s been happening since the dawn of the computer age yet well, people want to fear monger.

I implore you to read and talk and ask questions about cybersecurity, how is your government handling it? Are you ready to have your information leaked?

do you know how people protect their websites form hackers, do you know what ethical hackers are?

if you don’t go learn!

because it’s FUCKING OBVIOUS THE PEOPLE BEHIND BLACK MIRROR DID NOT.

yes I’m throwing shade, I’m not a cyber-sec person. But I just know lots due to having people in my life who are, and at some point you pick things up.

and this episode was so fucking stupid, even if the 3 people behind the robo-bees couldn’t get control back, sure as hell a ethical hacker would.

I can literally see 8 different ways this whole thing could have been stopped before the 3rd person died.

because guess what, even the most dysfunctional awful government is no match for a bunch of hackers against another hacker.

This episode was so fear mongering and actually just incredibly stupid it’s actually hilarious.

don’t feel dread because robots are going to “kill us all” hell no, have you seen robots? Even the most advanced military drones again will die to some slime. Robots also are weak as shit because they have many many weaknesses and weak points.

nothing is invulnerable, nothing is unkillable.

don’t fear robots, fear their misuse.

even the most harmful things can be wielded with care, and help so many people.

And the most harmless things can be wielded with destruction and hate.

life is not black and white, and I dislike black mirror for that.

it paints a very bleak and nonsensical world view, like all propaganda and fear mongers do.

Chemical weapons are used as pesticides and herbicides, radiation is used to treat cancer and diseases.

the person who dubbed Asperger’s was a nazi, and there are so many more things.

aids of war and unrest get turned into things of peace time.

it’s so funny to say machines or robots or technology is pure evil or something, that’s not how life works.

and is spitting on the face of all that have pioneered instruments of destruction into things of great value and peace.

there is no good machines or bad machines, there is no pure or evil robots, there is no malicious or goodwill ai, life is not black and white.

life is stupid and confusing, and a huge grey area.

so that’s why I hate black mirrors ideas and thoughts on technology, no matter the good it may bring or the evil that misuses them.

they will always be bad.

but that’s not reality. That’s not how anything in this life works.

that has been my review of

“hated in the nation”

#-pop #us the voices reviews #us-the-voices reviews #black mirror #black mirror netflix #Black mirror hated in the nation

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goldenboikuvasauce · 3 months

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Backstory/personality of your oc/s, mylord?

This is the Most Question of all time. So I will be putting it under the cut LMAO. A lot of my Tenno were developed when Duviri was announced, but there were no details. I assumed it meant Tenno aged normally. Now that we have an explanation for Drifters these backstories are most likely going to be retconned. Most of my Tenno are adults now so they're more relatable to me (and I don't have to stomach child soldiers as much - it just makes me sad)

there's also a lot of canon divergence stuff just cos I like silly aus. I just like giving my actual warframe ocs reason behind sentience... I rather be a space meat robot than a kiddo.

and if anyone has been ao3 in 2021... some of these names and faces might be familiar... and you know of their many sins... please forgive everything being over the place. it's how my brain is wired and one can say wf ocs are my own personal brand of cocaine duviri

Group 1)

Antaeus, a confuzzled Tenno who woke up a lil too late with a serious case of amnesia. He appears to be in his mid 20s. He loves kavats, languages, and history. He's fluent in Corpus and Ostron and can read Grineer script easily. He's also very optimistic, playful and friendly - assuming that the biomechanical beings on the ship he woke up on are his roommates, not machines he's supposed to control.

K - My main Nidus 💕 He's broody and shy, but really he's touch starved. He loves sculpting and hates kavats and by extension, the resident Valkyr. Ironically, as he gets over the hatred, he ends up mutating a kavat like helmet (Nightstalker helmet my beloved). K is capable of speech, but his overly infested vocal chords make his voice sound raspy and rumbly. He speaks in short sentences or simply grunts for brevity. K usually speaks outloud just to insult Valk, but not much else. He is incapable of communicating with text and doesn't care for the group chat anyway.

Pneuma - My starter Mag. she's a lil cold and stern but is super caring underneath all that. She lost her left arm to a Bombard while trying to save a kubrow pup. She's extremely protective of everyone on the ship and is considered the resident mom friend because of that. Pneuma has a vocaliser, but with no Tenno transferenced in she does not speak. She instead communicates with blank stares that say 1000 words. She uses text otherwise, and is as articulated as one can be with one hand, or a parazon. She doesn't capitalise the start of sentences though.

Valkyr - She's a big herbo who loves Pneuma to bits. She also loves fishing, kavats, and treating Antaeus like a kavat kit even tho he's a grown man. She hates magnetic Eidolon water and K. She is capable of speech, though her vocal chords are hoarse and it's difficult to speak in longer sentences. She mainly uses her voice to hiss at K. Her talons stop her from typing quickly, but she's fond of kavat emojis. With a parazon her communication style is expressive. While her personality seems as primal as a motherly kavat who loves her wife so much, she has been able to express her level of intelligence and self reflection through personal logs that are recorded by the ship Cephalon.

Zippo - Nezha - He has the emotional maturity of a 12-14 yo, and he loves trying to cook and the Index. Valk found him wandering around by himself at a relay and just took him back to the ship. Zippo communicates in sign language, and a lot of emojis in text form - he has bad grammar and over uses punctuation for emphasis. His nickname was given to him by Nando as a bit of an insult (see group 3) when they were in an Index match together. Zippo, or Z, having a tiny infested brain, didn't catch it was supposed to be a jab at him, ended up liking it. Z's celebrity crush is John Prodman.

Xuron - Ship Cephalon - Initially assigned to monitoring Pneuma by Simaris, due to her sentience, Cephalon Xuron abandoned his precepts of investigation when Simaris wanted to synthesise Antaeus. Xuron moderates of the crew's group chat, which serves as a way for everyone to communicate with each other, at least until Tae learns to actually utilise transference. Xuron has had "software failures" that are more serious than Ordis' blurts - due to remembering traumatic experiences prior to being Glassed.

K's Helminth (not pictured cos they're an infested room) - After a traumatic event that had awakened K's sentience, Helminth had spawned their physical form from a self inflicted neck wound K had made in madness. Helminth has possessive nature over K, seeing him as an extension of themselves, and actively tries to sabotage any progress Antaeus makes towards transference. They see the tenno as a force that removes a warframe's free will. If it were up to Helminth, Antaeus would be dead and it would be Helminth and K, forever and ever...

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Group 2)

Lissa - Lone Tenno. Lissa has lost control of most of her warframes with the exception of her Nekros Prime and she doesn't know why - but she knows it makes her violently ill at times. Because of this her cephalon had abandoned her. Despite all this she tries to be kind to those less fortunate than her, specifically the Solaris. She mainly resides in the Fortuna alleyways. She appears to be in her early 20s. She has a strong bond with Charon, and since he is the only frame she has left, she'd put her life on the line for him.

Charon - Lissa's Nekros Prime. Like any Nekros he enjoys grave robbing and dismembering enemies - he's honed his craft and can dismember very quickly and precisely. He's a hoarder who keeps his and Lissa's things in his Hey Kavat backpack, as well as his guts. He likes shiny things, pain, keeping his Mortus binds in a bow and painting his and Lissa's nails. He's in a situationship with K. Charon always had a low level of sentience, stemming from being protective over Lissa. The intense stew of raw emotion and happy brain chemicals being with K gives him had fully awakened Charon's hidden personality however. That and the cheeky lil cyst made of K's Helminth.

Blaze, a Red Veil operative and Railjack hire. He's also Lissa's ex boyfriend. The relationship was taboo under the Red Veil's rules, he ended the relationship when it got to his conscience. He is a devout Veil cultist and feels great guilt over "leading the Tenno astray" by courting Lissa when they were just love sick teens. He still deeply cares about Lissa, and wish she'd put herself first every now and then. He does not believe Charon is sentient, and is worried Lissa is projecting or experiencing delusions.

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Group 3)

Nando, an obnoxious Tenno with a penchant for overspending and recreational substance use. He has a serious fear of the Infestation and refuses to do any missions that involve them. For this reason he sticks with more mechanical frames like Gauss, Zephyr Harrier, and Octavia. Nando appears to be in his early 20s and shares his orbiter with his lil "cousin" Max, who he's protective over despite being barely able to look after himself.

Mac - Nando's Gauss. After being infected by a Helminth cyst that was contracted from Charon (who contracted it from K), Mac developed enough sentience to hide the cyst from Nando. However, all the running into walls keeps Mac's probable IQ in the double digits. Nando eventually finds out and tries to scrub the cyst, but the damage had already been done. Mac has a singular braincell!!

Max, a young Tenno, who was only a toddler on the Zariman during the Void incident. Biologically, they are not related to Nando, but because they came from the same long dead tribe Nando calls Max his lil cousin as per custom. Max is still young, about 12-14 years old. They enjoy conservation and collecting floofs, and playing in the Index with Nando. The two share an Ash Shroud frame together, but Max mains Xaku (Nando was not going to step foot on Deimos to seek the parts out) and Equinox. Max is best friends with Zippo (but doesn't know that Zippo is actually a sentient warframe)

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Group 4 - my more evil ocs lmao)

Sar - New Loka Tenno. She enjoys fashion (of frames and humans) and flowers. Her bubbly personality is a rouse however. She's well on her way to being the best assassin in the syndicate, happily purging those that are tainted and ruined - including other Tenno. She is in her 20s, and through meditation and guidance from Amaryn she makes sure to keep the Void from completely robbing her of her sanity.

Jase - Perrin Tenno. Jase was 17 during the Zariman incident. His huge stature let him assign himself as a leader among the children, and he lead the assault on those corrupted by the Void. Because of his role and readiness for combat, he was one of the first Tenno Lotus woke up. While the Somatic dream and transference freezes the body of a Tenno, Jase preferred hand to hand combat. This aged him over time, and as his biological clocks continues to tick he's at high risk of Void Corruption. He was recruited by the Perrin Sequence as brutish muscle to occasionally intimidate brokers into diplomacy.

Kaiju (Jase's Chroma - not pictured cos idk how to draw Chroma) Kaiju is a Chroma Jase forced Transference with. But as Jase slowly falls into Corruption, Kaiju regains his sentience and fights back for control. This results in catastrophic events, especially when Kaiju decides to murder and consume a Volt, Frost, Saryn and Ember Prime - in order to himself a Prime.

Sar's Trinity Prime , who's fashionframe was rightfully titled "the Harmacist" by a wf friend of mine (speaking of which he'd be traumatised if he saw the state of my blog rn). She has an all white colour palette, with the prime body and Strega helmet, and the eros wing ephemera. She enjoys luring unsuspecting victims to Kaiju for him to eat. Sar utilised her Trin in the meta ways often, and also has a killer DPS Tank build for Trin.

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Group... Infested and Feral >¦3

Fester (Rhino) - Dumped in Deimos after his Tenno had reached mastery with him. The Grey Strain took over him, and gave him sentience. He is bonded with an infested Volt named Nux (my boyfriend @tethermaw's oc). Fester has crazy abandonment issues.

Xantho (Ash) - Initially a feral Ash maggot looking for a humanoid corpse to claim as a host, Xantho found a dead explorer in the isolation vaults. Unfortunately, a Saryn and Banshee maggot had the same idea, so Xantho had to fight them off for the cadaver. This resulted in the subsumation of Saryn's Molt and Banshee's Silence. As a full fledged feral frame, Xantho spent most of their days waiting for Tenno to open up vaults, just so they can sneak in and steal the goods. But now Xantho lives with one of my boyfriend's Nidus ocs, Plague 😊 Xantho is spoiled so much

Maprico (Feral Nidus) - mistaken for a tame cryptillex, Maprico was adopted as a maggot. Maprico had intended to kill and take over this person's body but found something much better. They got their namesake when they refused to eat kibble, and instead gorge on human food made with the bright orange fruit. However, when a thief broke into the home one night, Maprico tried to scare off the intruder with cute lil squeaks. The Intruder laughed then screamed, as Maprico had already pounced at the jugular. The next morning, Maprico is engorged with human flesh, preparing their host for metamorphosis.. Much to their person's dismay. Maprico eventually grew to the great height of 8ft as a full fledged Nidus, and was a much better guard. They went on to have many of their own maggots, who now inhabit the happy and safe settlement like their own nest.

Cage (Nidus - Maprico's spawn). Cage was a fiesty maggot, who bit one of the settlement's children in the arm when the child kept pestering them. The child had to have the arm amputated, and the little maggot was put in a timeout cage by Maprico. Cage gnawed at the bars and escaped.. to go nuzzle and apologise to the child. Years later, Cage grew alongside the child, who was now a teen. Cage was ready to search for a host, and when they were fully fledged they enhanced their friend's prosthetic with the Infestation. The two now work with Steel Meridian, the syndicate that helps protect the settlement.

Venous, an unranked Nidus that was built for one purpose: to be consumed by the Mouth Wall. Venous was next in line to be subsumed, after a Titania frame. Venous broke out the arsenal and into the infirmary to destroy the Chair. After escaping with the other frame, the two formed a close bond and are now inseparable. Venous is very feral and likes rotting grineer as their energy source

Caelus, an unranked Titania that was built only to be subsumed. Venous broke Caelus free from the Chair and together they escaped. Caelus, despite being a Titania, quickly presented more masculine to distance himself from the prime fae frame that took his place. With Venous, Caelus attempts to learn his abilities through clumsy trial and error.

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more or less civilised ocs

Axenic - A Nidus that works as a Perrin Sequence mercenary. Axenic was an unnamed and unknown Nidus captured by the Corpus. They were tortured, lobotomised, and vivisected so the scientists could experiment with the Helminth strain of the infestation, as well as an attempt to copy its chrysalis system and Tenno warframe maintenance procedures. They were dubbed Axenic, as they were brutally scrubbed and sterilised. The experiments resulted in Axenic losing the passive healing, Larva and Ravenous abilities, which where replaced with Ensnare and Eclipse. Axenic was eventually bought/emancipated by the Perrin Sequence, and the upkeep of Axenic's functions are supported by the syndicate. This involves supplying Axenic with a shield capacitor, aggressive painkillers and high octane stimulants. In terms of personality, The Axenic Nidus has none. At least that's what they portray. Internally, Axenic mourns they can not cultivate their own Infestation and parthenogenise their own maggots, that choice was taken from them.

Axenic's mercenary work leads them to becoming a bodyguard for Latrox Une in the Cambion Drift, as he films nature documentaries and enjoys studying the Infestation with funding from the Entrati. This leads to Axenic protecting Une from an attack from Fester and Nux, and as Axenic links to Fester, they contract a part of the Grey Strain that mutates Axenic enough to have a form of reproduction again. With some enthusiastic experimentation and vigorous testing with Une the two discover the reproduction is allogamous. It is still ineffective and Axenic has only been able to produce one living spawn and has no interest in utilising this in combat. Axenic now takes in maggots often abandoned by their progenitors, and teaches them how to assimilate with Tenno without raising suspicions about being unmanned.

Jnr. - A hybridized Nidus, and Axenic's only spawn. Jnr. was a very weak maggot and lived most of this life stage in intensive care in Une's lab/home. Junior is more learned and academic than your average feral maggot, but of course he lacks the basic survival instincts or "street smarts". In that way it is a blessing that after his metamorphosis he maintained a more humanoid appearance (at least in silhouette) as he can fit in normal humanoid attire and attend Perrin board meetings on an operative suit. However, Junior didn't feel like he was making much of a change at a desk, and snuck off to join Steel Meridian despite his progenitor's values. He feels more at ease among defectors and freedom fighters with prosthetics and other chronic disabilities. He meets Cage, who easily detects him as another Nidus despite his (adorable) defector disguise. Cage keeps his secret, and the two occasionally hold hands, because Junior's Link ability sprouts from his palms. Axenic eventually finds out about Junior joining an enemy syndicate, and upon seeing the bond Junior had made with Cage Axenic makes no comment on the topic. The equivalent of acceptance. And when Axenic has the equivalent of wallet photos of Junior's and Cage's own maggots, that can only be seen as familial pride and approval.

Group "they're from the red veil so they're unhinged but that's their normal"

Phryke (Nidus) + Dyanta were created my boyfriend @tethermaw but I develop them too.

When kids act up, parents warn them that a particular Nidus Phryke will eat them for being bratty and ungrateful. And it's true, Phryke did eat a bratty kid - his own Tenno Operator. He only ended up regretting it when the transference bolt he was built with was becoming a literal pain in the neck, so loitered around in RJ groups hoping he could steal some Tenno for himself, maybe there were older operators who weren't annoying pieces of shit... Then he met Dyanta.

Dyanta wasn't always part of the Red Veil. He had been harvesting and selling organs since he was a child, roped into the scheme to pay off his shelved father's debts. He was able to pay it off, and as an occupational perk he was allowed to stay in mostly one piece, and when he made it to adulthood he got free gender affirmation surgeries on the house. But when the operation was busted Dyanta's employers left him on the operating table to escape and Dyanra was literally arrested with his pants down. During his incarceration he shared a cell with a cannibalistic cultist named Grun, who he found enigmatic and so magnetic.. He was initiated into the Red Veil by him and when they broke out together and went their seperate ways, Dyanta formally joined the cult. Due to the secrecy of the Veil, Dyanta wasn't able to get back in contact with Grun, but he couldn't stop thinking about him. He kept himself busy by becoming a Railjack defender for hire. During one mission, Dyanta was struck by a void storm bolt just as Phryke was about to jump and protect him from the blast. When Phryke got up, Dyanta had disappeared... accidentally transferenced into Phryke. Being more than compatible, Phryke decided that Dyanta was going to be his Operator. There were bonuses for Dyanta too. He went from being mostly illiterate (he could only read and write HEART, LUNG, KIDNEY, LIVER, in Corpus) to being able to read Orokin text within milliseconds. He also has Phryke to blurt out his thoughts (without his permission), which can be helpful in some situations, like when he reunited with Grun.

Grun was the only son in the middle of 7 sisters, born and raised on Mars in a Red Veil resistance that fought off the Grineer. Grun was trained in the ways of espionage, and the art of cleansing evil from the system - by consuming the flesh of enemies. After Grun failed to properly conceal an assassination attempt he was arrested and charged for multiple counts of terrorism. Someone in the higher ups, a Red Veil spy, had more plans for Grun and turned Grun's solitary confinement into an executioner's room, where a starved Grun would be made to kill and eat some of the prisoners to keep numbers low. Dyanta was thrown in this cell, and when finding Grun was chained up, emaciated and covered in years old blood, Dyanta snuck in food and water for Grun. The two ended up falling for one another without realising, Grun scarified a Red Veil insignia into Dyanta's wrist, and they planned an escape. Grun found the Red Veil plant that trapped him in that cell with no real food or water. He killed them in a "cleansing fire", as subjecting him and others to such conditions was indication of corrupted power. He took the ashes back to his splinter. He was praised for the cleansing, but for killing one of his own he was to take a vow of anonymity. Grun could never speak outloud, contact his family, or show his face to anyone ever again. It didn't stop him from working or basic socialisation, as he could still use sign language and encrypted text to communicate. But when he found Dyanta again, he broke the vow of anonymity, just for him (and Phryke).

I didn't mean to write so much about these three but grunyata has been rotting my and my bf's brain for 2 whole years.

Phryke and Grun have done some Real Red Veil """studies""" together, and the results gave them two groups of maggos.

the first clutch was an accident, Phryke dispelled them hoping they'd attack and blow up some Corpus as Ravenous maggots would. That didn't quite happen. Instead only three maggots ran amuck, and did attack but refused to blow up, even when Phryke tried to squish em with a Virulence (dad of the year!) They ran away from the ability and played a game of hide and seek with Phryke (Dyanta was cracking up in his head)

Rakta was the first maggot to find a body, to inhabit among the ruckus. When Phryke tried to pull Rakta away from the body Rakta protested and bit him. Phryke tried to squish Rakta for this but these maggots seem to be made of ooblek lmao. So Phryke decided to just try to extract without em, like a parent starting to leave a toy store cos their child won't listen. Rakta threw a tantrum about this and demanded to be carried back to the orbiter. WITH the body.

the line "I dont think that corpus is my son" is so funny to me. (excuse the discord grammar)

Rakta is named as such as they have an obsession with playing in Phryke's arsenal. They also don't really care about anything else, just guns and cookie dough.

here's another discord screenshot that makes me laugh still

Phryke is truly dad of the year.

The poor lil maggot in question is named Blight. They were half way through their metamorphosis when the Corpus attempted to extract them. This resulted in them having very thin transparent membrane skin, a loss of fangs.. baby Blight wasn't doing too good. Grun did his best to help Blight, by wrapping them up with his kevlar scarf, cutting small lil giblets for them, but he could only do so much. Grun took Blight back to Phryke, and Phryke let Blight crawl under his stacks to heal. After this Blight was good as new, but a lot more wary about being left alone. (just a baby... a little baby...)

unfortunately I have run out image slots...

Taurus + 9 living spawn

While initially retrieving Blight, Grun came across the final maggot to escape Phryke's parenting. This maggot was the biggest, well on their way into melding with their host, and shared Phryke's huge horns. Grun hid them in a hard to reach vent, hoping they won't have the same fate Blight experienced.

Years later, Blight and Rakta have gotten antsy about being babied, ready to go out on their own.. Phryke didn't expect to be hit with empty nest syndrome, since he always disliked children. He didn't realised he enjoyed this weird parenthood of licking cookie dough off Blight, wrestling an Ignis out of Rakta's inquisitive hands. Mostly keeping them out of trouble.. It made him wonder what it would have been like, coming into the world the way his spawn did. And it made him wonder.. where was his third spawn...? Did they survive...?

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I would continue but not being able to share more drawings makes me so sad 😭 So I've reached the end of my rope with writing this all out, my boyfriend said I might even end up finding the word limit on a tumblr post!

There are a few more OC's.. most lack names (I tend to name my OC's after the cosmetics they don, because most of them have such nice names) There is also a current warframe concept I'm working on but development is mostly kept private for now.

#warframe ocs #asks #wfoc: k #wfoc: pneuma #wfoc: z #wfoc: charon #wfoc: venous #wfoc: caelus #i don't even have all my ocs tagged there are just too many....#I could have just listed their names #described em in one word.... but I DIDN'T I tortured myself 😩#implied warframe sexy time cos u know someone has at least tried it #wf ocs #wfoc: grun #wfoc: dyanta

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sulfurousdreamscapes · 11 months

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Flash // Father Wait

~1000 words // 5 min read

Father Wait's little shack was mounted on a knoll in the middle of a swamp. The fish cleared away as we sloshed through the shallow water. I say 'we', but Tilde was on my back, her little feet shoved into my back flank vents. It kept her little toes warm, and the hum of her processor fan reverberated against my back.

It was a relief to finally step on solid ground. I wondered about the clay trapped in the grooves on the soles of my feet, but Tilde distracted me by pointing straight forward. Father Wait held the door half-open, but stood in the doorway.

"Is that him?" Tilde asked me, using the informal 'him'. I tut-tutted her and told her to use the formal 'him'.

Father Wait opened the door wider, but continued standing in the doorway.

"He doesn't seem very friendly to me," Tilde said.

I used magnetic connectors to raise a protesting Tilde from her favourite spot, and put her down on the ground, her tiny little chopstick feet digging into the earth.

By the time we got to the door, Father Wait had finally stood aside, admitting Tilde in first, and staring at the floor where she'd been while I stepped in as well.

"Sit," I told Tilde, who marvelled at Father Wait's strange manners. She climbed onto a wooden chair with a broken back, and reversed her legs so that she held them in her arms.

I stepped towards the charging port on the wall, and rummaged in a bin that lay on the floor. The USB-N cable lay somewhere deep below, coiled to become the perfect frame for a spider's home. I pulled it out and plugged one end into the port, and another end into my neck, all while Tilde stared in astonishment.

"Is this the little one?" Father Wait asked.

I lit up all of my LEDs. It was a light-up kind of moment, and besides, I was connected to power. "Yes, that's Tilde, your granddaughter. Tilde, this is Father Wait. He doesn't like being called 'grandpa'."

Father Wait began laughing, and then abruptly froze in place, his final 'ha' left echoing in the room. Tilde watched him impatiently, and then beamed a querying look at me.

"Don't worry about him," I said. "He takes time to buffer sometimes. He has a very poor connection to the Source File."

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congratulations on your acceptance, harrison, spoop, venom, & tiny ! please make sure you check the next steps here.

rahul kohli, bisexual + biromantic, cis man + he/him → isn’t that lucretius 'lucky' sharma? i’ve seen them hanging out with the djinns. i hear they’re 1500, but they’ve only been in alexandria since it's founding. they seem to be mischievous + magnetic, but also shrewd + callous.

ben barnes, homosexual, male + he/him → isn’t that azrael? i’ve seen them hanging out with the nephilims. i hear they’re unknown age, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 100 years on and off. they seem to be ambitious & charming, but also cunning & selfish.

hale appleman, pansexual, cismale + he/him → isn’t that ender malikov? i’ve seen them hanging out with the maenads. i hear they’re 38, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 3 years. they seem to be outgoing & charming, but also a high functioning alcoholic & narcissistic.

michiel huisman, demisexual, cismale + he/him → isn’t that izyk vissar? i’ve seen them hanging out with the were-creatures. i hear they're 45, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 10 years. they seem to be loyal & rugged, but also grumpy & feral. it’s cool that their animal counterpart is a wolf!

paul mescal, homosexual, male + he/him → isn’t that liam o'connor? i’ve seen them hanging out with the vampires. i hear they're 138, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 50 years. they seem to be intelligent & creative, but also nitpicky & possessive.

we have a new wanted connection!

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we also have 2 new locations !

masque of the red death, or the red death as it's commonly referenced to, is a large two story nightclub that is best known for the experiences it crafts for it's patrons. when you first into the building and go down a hall, you enter the main dance floor that has high ceilings. there are bars along three of the walls and a dj center along the fourth wall. a stairwell can be found along the western wall that leads up to the second floor, private to only those patrons who pay extra. on this floor, there is a hallway with several private rooms with each one lit and decorated with a different color. these rooms can be used for anything from private strip shows to orgies. along the other side of the second story sits lucky sharma's office, which is locked and off limits at hours of the day.

enotecas: located right next to the scrying eye is the local wine/blood bar where maenads and vampires alike come to drink and socialize. the maenads can enjoy sampling wines from around the world by the glass while vampires can enjoy blood from different species either by glass or feeders. the outside of the building looks like the others around it besides the dark red glowing 'E' sign above the door. the inside, however, feels like you have stepped into a temple for dionsyus himself; grecian columns, deep red velvet lounges, plum banners handing from the ceiling, gold plated statues of dicks lining the walls and half naked feeders dressed in tunics carrying trays of wine to the patrons. while considered a somewhat classy place to drink there always seems to be an orgy happening thanks to the maenad who owns the place. owner: ender malikov

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The Sun dominates the Solar System in almost every way imaginable, yet much of its inner workings have been hidden from humanity. Over the centuries, and especially in the last few decades, technological advancements allowed us to ignore our mothers’ exhortations and stare at the Sun for as long as we want. We’ve learned a lot from all those observations. A new study shows how the Sun experiences its own ‘meteor showers.’ These so-called meteor showers are nothing like the meteor showers we enjoy on a summer’s evening. Instead, they’re clumps of plasma formed by localized cooling. The European Space Agency’s Solar Orbiter captured images of them. A meteor shower occurs when Earth passes through a cloud of dust particles, usually from a passing comet. As these tiny particles strike Earth’s atmosphere, the friction heats them up, and they burn. Some meteor showers produce more than 1000 meteors per hour. There are no meteor showers on the Sun. Its powerful solar wind prevents dust from encroaching into its space. But new research from European scientists shows that there’s something strange going on in the Sun. Meteor-like fireballs of plasma can fall onto its surface. A team of researchers headed by Patrick Antolin, Assistant Professor at Northumbria University, presented their results at the National Astronomy Meeting at Cardiff University. They’ll also be published in a forthcoming paper in the journal Astronomy and Astrophysics titled “Extreme-ultraviolet fine structure and variability associated with coronal rain revealed by Solar Orbiter/EUI HRIEUV and SPICE.” Astrophysicists call this unusual phenomenon ‘coronal rain.’ The corona is the Sun’s outer layer. It reaches millions of kilometres into space, and it’s extremely hot. The extreme heat means the corona is made of plasma. But it’s also subject to temperature fluctuations. “Just detecting coronal rain is a huge step forward for solar physics because it gives us important clues about the major solar mysteries, such as how it is heated to millions of degrees.”Patrick Antolin, Northumbria University When the local temperature drops, the plasma can condense into huge, super-dense clumps. These clumps have nowhere to go but down, back to the Sun. The clumps are enormous, up to 250km wide, according to the new observations. And they don’t fall gently. The Sun’s powerful gravity drags them down at over 100 km per second. This image from the research shows the Earth to scale on the left, and several tracks from falling clumps of plasma marked in red. The ESA’s Solar Orbiter captured this image in March 2022. Image Credit: Patrick Antolin. Background image: ESA/Solar Orbiter EUI/HRI To capture these images, the Solar Orbiter came within 49 million kilometres of the Sun. This close approach allowed the highest-resolution images ever taken of the Sun’s corona. The orbiter also observed the heating and compression of gas immediately below the clumps of solar rain. The temperature and pressure rise dramatically in the clumps, and the temperature gradually falls again as the clumps fall back to the Sun. When they fall back to the Sun, these clumps don’t burn up like Earthly meteor showers. Instead, they’re partially ionized and follow the Sun’s powerful magnetic field lines as they fall to the surface. The clumps can produce a brief yet strong brightening when they reach the surface. The impacts also produce upward surges of material as well as shock waves, which can heat the material again. “The inner solar corona is so hot we may never be able to probe it in situ with a spacecraft,” said lead author Patrick Antolin. “However, SolO orbits close enough to the Sun that it can detect small-scale phenomena occurring within the corona, such as the effect of the rain on the corona, allowing us a precious indirect probe of the coronal environment that is crucial to understanding its composition and thermodynamics. Just detecting coronal rain is a huge step forward for solar physics because it gives us important clues about the major solar mysteries, such as how it is heated to millions of degrees.” Purely as a thought experiment, it’s fun to think about what would happen if Earth was subjected to these blobs of plasma. A 250 km blob of super-heated plasma would be unimaginably destructive if it struck Earth. Of course, that can’t happen; it’s purely speculative. But it is another reminder of how puny and helpless humanity is in the face of nature’s lethality. “If humans were alien beings capable of living on the Sun’s surface, we would constantly be rewarded with amazing views of shooting stars,” joked Antolin, “but we would need to watch out for our heads!” The post The Sun Gets Meteor Showers Too, But They’re Very Different appeared first on Universe Today.

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