#a founder’s anatomy

[mazzystar24]

Public service announcement that the Meredith grey *and Cristina Yang method of dancing horribly whenever something bad happens (with dancing that mostly consists of jumping frantically and throwing yourself around) works 100% -and this is coming from someone who has skipped every PE lesson in highschool and hates dancing

*had to give her credit too

#does this count as personal? #how do I tag this #greys anatomy #? #meredith grey #Cristina Yang #actually she’s co founder I’m editing this

[mandeepgillca1]

#anatomy #wetlands #physics #science #environment #founder #genetics #medicine #entrepreneur #evolution

[flawseer]

Jade Mountain Academy students

#Bonus - Faculty chapter

And here, as has been requested, we have the ones in charge of the operation. And so I am left pondering that, over the course of this project, I have drawn essentially all of the arc 1 and arc 2 protagonists... with the exception of Glory. That's pretty weird.

Anyway, here goes:

Sunny

Teaches subject(s) - Art, Cultural Exchange

Additional responsibilities- Founder, chief administrator, student admission, teacher-student relations, Silver winglet guardian

Tribe - Sandwing (partial Nightwing heritage)

Color - Sunrise gold

Relatives - Stonemover (father)

Physical characteristics - bright golden color; green eyes; no venom barb; small stature with slim to average build

Tsunami

Teaches subject(s) - Exercise

Additional responsibilities- "Head of School", security chief, Jade winglet guardian

Tribe - Seawing

Color - Cobalt blue

Relatives - Prince Turtle (brother), Princess Anemone (sister)

Physical characteristics - bent horns; royal wing markings; small burn scar on right side of neck, small cut in wing membrane; large build, long and burly

Clay

Teaches subject(s) - Anatomy

Additional responsibilities- Chief healer, student counselor, Copper winglet guardian

Tribe - Mudwing

Color - Bronze

Relatives - Umber (brother), Sora (sister), Marsh (brother)

Physical characteristics - curly horns; diminished mobility in right hindleg, walks with a limp; very large stature, muscular, heavy, broad

Starflight

Teaches subject(s) - Science, Literacy

Additional responsibilities- Chief librarian, chief accountant, Quartz winglet guardian

Tribe - Nightwing

Color - Midnight blue gray

Relatives - none on site

Physical characteristics - severe burn scarring across face, neck, and chest; blind in both eyes; average size and build

Fatespeaker

Teaches subject(s) - Science, Literacy (assisting)

Additional responsibilities- Assistant librarian, assistant student counselor, inventory

Tribe - Nightwing

Color - Dark violet black

Relatives - none on site

Physical characteristics - curved horns; small silver scales near eyes and along body; smallish stature, slim, slightly underweight

Webs

Teaches subject(s) - History

Additional responsibilities- Assistant healer, assistant accountant, Gold winglet guardian

Tribe - Seawing

Color - Teal green and blue

Relatives - none on site

Physical characteristics - blotty, luminous markings across body, luminous birthmark on left front talon; small puncture scar on tail; medium to large size, gaunt frame

Stonemover

Tribe - Nightwing

Relatives - Sunny (daughter)

Additional notes - Stonemover is neither a member of the Jade Mountain Academy faculty, nor a student, but remains on site as a consultant on various animus-related matters (and also because he is stuck to the floor).

#wings of fire #dragon #wof #digital art #wof art #flawseer art #wof sunny #wof tsunami #wof clay #wof starflight #wof fatespeaker #wof webs #wof stonemover #jade mountain academy

[beguines]

would you be able to recommend any books/resources that provide a good intro to anti-psychiatry? rlly fascinated by this subject

to be clear, i wouldn't describe myself as explicitly anti-psychiatry. people very close to me rely on psychiatric medication in order to relieve symptoms that aren't just disruptive to their role in capitalist society but cause them immense suffering in general. while i have had particularly negative experiences with psychiatric medication, i have also seen it save people's lives and pull them out of acute crisis. i've been seeing a therapist for four years who has had a very positive effect on my life and has always been respectful of my refusal to take psychiatric medication.

i also think it is necessary to acknowledge that while psychiatry and psychology are disciplines that enforce capitalist hegemony, the alternative to being capable of functioning within capitalist society isn't much of an alternative at all when capitalism's inescapability is part of its very nature. that being said, i think it's extremely important for anyone living with mental illness, being treated for it, or supporting someone who is to be aware of:

the insufficiency of the biomedical/disease model and the very slow speed at which the field is moving away from it

the inability of medical professionals to identify the etiology of any mental illness

the immense risk associated with virtually all psychiatric medications (particularly antipsychotics and mood stabilizers)

the very profitable marriage between psychiatry and the pharmaceutical industry

the influence of western (and particularly american) hegemony over how we treat what we call mental illness

the prevalence of coercive/forced treatment

i also think it's extremely important within that context to do your own research and ensure that you're engaging with material from a variety of different sources, maintaining an awareness of any biases they may have and how those affect their research and conclusions, whether they skew towards anti-psychiatry or not. the most important thing to do if you or your loved one has any kind of illness is to be well-informed and capable of advocacy, which is largely why i've been doing a bit of a deep dive on the subject lately.

what i'm reading now:

desperate remedies: psychiatry's turbulent quest to cure mental illness by andrew scull

psychiatric hegemony: a marxist theory of mental illness by bruce m.z. cohen

psychiatry in crisis: at the crossroads of social sciences, the humanities, and neuroscience by vincenzo di nicola and drozdstoj stoyanov

other recommendations:

i think your best bet for more introductory material would be robert whitaker's work, including anatomy of an epidemic: magic bullets, psychiatric drugs, and the astonishing rise of mental illness in america and mad in america: bad science, bad medicine, and the enduring mistreatment of the mentally ill. he started an organization called mad in america which has a lot of resources and information, including a podcast of the same name. there's also a network of associated groups that are based in different areas of the world if you're interested in non-american perspectives.

the medicalization of society: on the transformation of human conditions into treatable disorders by peter conrad

on the heels of ignorance: psychiatry and the politics of not knowing by owen whooley

here is a link to some of the old icarus project zines and pamphlets. i was briefly involved with a small icarus group when i was younger and there were some serious issues with the (dis)organization and some of the principles upon which the local groups operated. i'm sure these still have some useful and/or interesting information, and if nothing else they're interesting relics from the anti-psychiatry movement in the early 2000s. i'm less familiar with some of the newer work they put out before their dissolution in 2020. here is an article on the history of icarus from one of the co-founders, published in 2014.

i would recommend looking into bioethics and biopolitics in general, particularly focault. if you want to get into any of the seminal figures in anti-psychiatry (laing, szasz, etc), i would personally advise a very critical reading of their work. as always, this is not an explicit endorsement of any of these works, authors, or their respective viewpoints.

#ask #psychiatry

[politemenacephd]

Easing Tensions

Miguel O'Hara x transmasc!reader (+18)

Plot: Reader is Miguel's physiotherapist, who gets mouthy with him when he refuses to take proper advice.

Word count: 8570

Content: Established relationship (friends), slight age difference, sexual tension/rivalry, playfighting, rough dry humping, oral (giving and recieving), rough kissing, workplace affair, P in V sex, slight degradation, biting kink. Warning: Mentions of reader having top surgery and bottom growth but no bottom surgery. Mentions of vaginal anatomy are used when describing reader. -------------------------------------

Notes: I'm porting this over from my AO3 because its my most self indulgent fic and I love it, sorry I really wrote this one for myself but I wanna add to the trans masc fics while I can, enjoy <3

You spun your chair in an empty office, eyes glazed over with boredom.

You were doing everything you could to control your temper. Tapping your pen, twitching your feet, and spinning your chair until you were too dizzy to be annoyed.

You glanced at the clock: 7:05pm. Your eyes narrowed.

Miguel was late. Again. That big hunky idiot was supposed to show up at 6:30pm for his session, and now you were here way past your usual closing time. You were certain all the other spiders had probably gone home by now too. They were probably drinking themselves silly at some Nueva bar while you waited hand and foot on your beloved, high-strung leader.

You grunted and scribbled something in your notes to sketch out the frustration.

You see, you had a special job within the spider society, one that was quite unique. You weren’t a hero, not anymore, nor were you some tech genius or child prodigy.  

No, you were a physiotherapist. It was a rather overlooked job in the grand scheme of things. Everyone thought Spider-Byte was vital for managing the go-home machine, and people like Jess and Peter were considered irreplaceable, but with hundreds of people bending their bodies in inhuman ways and pushing their muscles to the brink, who was there to keep them functioning properly? Who was there to ensure they didn’t slip a disk or get a trapped nerve rending them incapable of fixing anomalies?

You. You were there, and even if your praises weren’t sung to the top of the HQ you were usually shown a basic level of respect by your clients. That is, except for one.

The door suddenly burst open, right as your chair spun a final circle round to face it. You glared at the enormous shadow filling the doorway.

‘You’re late’ you said slowly.

A pair of glowing red eyes glared back at you.

‘Very late’ you repeated, emphasising your point by rising to your own feet. Those red eyes narrowed.

‘As I always say, I’m sorry, but—’

‘You’re a very busy man?’

As you rose from the desk and walked across the floor the shadow emerged into the light, revealing the chiselled face of your most behated client and friend: Miguel O’Hara, head and founder of the spider society.

‘The busiest’ Miguel noted. His full lips curled slightly as he looked down his nose at you. When standing head to head you barely came up to his chest, so you had to tilt your head to see him.

To anyone else he was terrifying. 6ft 8, muscled to the brim, with broad shoulders and blood red eyes. Not to mention those hefty claws, capable of ripping metal in half, or those fangs dripping with paralyzing venom.

Even if you were an averaged sized man you’d be miniscule compared to him, but that didn’t matter. After all, you had a special relationship with this beast of a spider.

‘Take ‘em off, get on the bench’ you said, gently jabbing a finger into his pec. Miguel’s cold expression curled into a familiar smile.

‘Such a gentleman’ he said, his thick tongue dripping with sarcasm.

You chuckled and clapped him on the bicep. ‘For you princess? Always.’

You’d known Miguel a long time. Long enough that you were the only one he’d trust with his physiotherapy, and long enough that you were one of the few people allowed to talk to him like this. You could tell Miguel was fond of you when he gave you that patented, smouldering glare, but didn’t immediately tell you to leave or throw something at your head.

In this case Miguel just grumbled a little before stripping his shirt aside, allowing you a chance to admire his back.

‘Mm… I can see you’ve got more tension’ you noted, tracing a finger down the bare skin of his shoulders. His muscles heaved as he rolled them, but when your finger brushed his skin you saw him give a little shiver. He looked scary, yes, but was far from it.

‘We had another anomaly to deal with. A Vulture got through’ Miguel curtly replied. You began brushing down the pre-prepped massage table at the side of your office as Miguel stripped off his pants.

‘Vulture? That means you were using your webs a lot. You already put too much strain on your rhomboids’ you said, more to yourself than him. You quickly ensured that the blinds were down as he made his way over to your nicely made massage table. His claws immediately ripped the fresh sheet you’d put over it, but you were used to that by now.

You let him do his little undignified shuffle until he was perfectly in place before approaching him from behind. ‘Alright, so, do you want me to focus on the usual spots?’ you asked. He nodded.

With his approval gained you put your palms on his thigh. He let out a slight huff as you started pressing into his muscles. His skin was smooth beneath your fingers, muscled and firm with a light covering of dark hair. You moved over his legs with ease.

‘You’re not doing those stretches I told you to do.’

‘I’m busy.’

‘Uhuh. You’re always- busy, Mr O’Hara’ you said, snidely emphasising the word ‘busy’ while pressing deep into his glute muscles. As anticipated you earned a low grunt of pain from him as you worked out the tension. ‘Which is why, I’m trying, to keep you in good condition. Because if you get sprained again, you won’t be able to work, and you’ll- oof, there’s a tight one- fall even further behind.’

‘I can work through a sprain’ Miguel said through gritted teeth.

‘Not on my watch.’

You heard him give another pained chuckle as you worked down to his thighs. ‘Not on your watch’ he repeated in a sarcastic grunt. ‘What are you, my dad?’

‘You’re old enough to be my dad’ you drawled back. That got you a horrified little choke from Miguel, one you enjoyed a great deal.

‘Cómo se atreven- what are you talking about?’ he snarled. ‘I’m not that old! And you’re certainly not that young.’

You paused mid-press as Miguel pushed himself up onto his elbows, his neck craning to face you. He glared at you, eyes barely a few inches apart, and you returned his coldness with a slightly tilted smile.

‘Sorry. Of course. I meant, old enough to be my daddy’ you teased in a slightly hushed voice.

Just as you’d anticipated, his cheeks darkened with a deep undertone of red. He turned away.

‘You’re incredible unprofessional’ Miguel grumbled.

‘Sorry, daddy.’

‘Ay por Dios- not today, please.’

‘Sorry daddy, won’t happen again daddy.’

‘I will fire you, don’t think I won’t.’

You continued with your session in relative silence. As you worked out his back Miguel occasionally broke into complaints about his job, about how tired he was, and you either listened sympathetically or chided him in that usual bro-ish manner. You could tell now by the little tones in his voice whether he wanted attention or wanted to joke around, and you took it to heart.

After all, you did care about him. He was a tragic man, one who covered all his issues in anger or sarcasm, and this had become his haven to relax in more ways than one.

You felt like you owed him. In many ways, you did owe him.

‘How are you healing up?’

You nearly jumped as Miguel broke that comfortable silence. Your eyes rolled up to see he’d tilted his head, and his red eyes were glowing beneath the unruly tangle of dark hair draped across his forehead.

For the first time you stammered. ‘Ah- you mean the surgery? I’m good. Its, good. The scars still there but it’s healing up nicely.’ You moved to try and continue pushing but Miguel paused you again, this time by pointing a claw at your chest.

‘Can I see?’

You blanked. He wanted to see? With a slightly flustered face you pulled back and unbuttoned the top of your shirt, just enough to show your chest and the two, thin, raised scars going under both your pecs. You felt Miguel’s eyes moving over you slowly.

‘You uh- you like what you see?’ you said, trying to play off the strangely tense moment with a joke. Strangely, Miguel didn’t seem as offput by your flirting as he usually did.

‘Looks good’ he said. He gave a curt nod before dropping his head back onto the table. You hurried to re-do your shirt.

‘Yeah, I uh- thanks for, making them push my surgery forward’ you said as you returned to his body. He grunted and shrugged, his enormous shoulders rippling beneath your hands.

‘It was against code to make you wait so long, of course I pushed it. You shouldn’t thank me. I was doing my job.’

‘Ah, of course. You definitely didn’t scream at the surgeons in the medical bay to… what was it? Do their fucking jobs? And then went on some weird holy than thou tangent about taking care of all our members equally?’

You caught Miguel’s eyes as they darted to your face and had to bite back laughter. He looked horrified.

‘Who- who told you that?!’

‘Peter’ you crowed, ‘he told me at his last session.’

‘Peter, that- He lied’ Miguel snarled. You gave him a gentle pat on the back.

‘Okay. Sure. He lied.’

Another silence fell after that, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You pressed on the curve where his glute muscles joined his hip joint and watched him shuffle slightly in discomfort, his hips grinding on the table.

God, he had such a nice ass. You admired the shape just an inch away from your hand, the perfect muscles curve and dip. Unprofessional indeed, you thought drolly.

You didn’t want to find him as attractive as you did. You didn’t want to dwell on the wet dreams you had of him, or the few times you’d guilty indulged in pleasuring yourself to those thoughts. It felt wrong, but turning him away was equally as embarrassing. You’d have to explain why.

You knew you had to stop this. You knew you shouldn’t indulge in jokingly flirting, because he didn’t like you like that. Of course he didn’t. Why, then, could you not seem to control your body?

You decided you should probably move away from his behind.

Your hands slowly moved up to his back until your body was bent over his, awkwardly trying to stretch around the enormous man’s upper torso. Each time you breathed he seemed to feel it; he’d shudder or shift, his head nestled into the cushioned bed.

‘Sorry, uh- if anything’s bothering you, let me know’ you said quietly. He lazily opened one eye.

‘You’re good’ he grunted. You smiled; he sounded relaxed for once.

As you finished up the stretching you hopped down and gave him your patented double hand back pat, letting him know without words that he was done. You stepped back to watch him rise.

He rose slowly, muscles arching as he stretched his arms behind his back. The flex was unbearable. What a show off, you thought, all while knowingly gawking at the smooth sculpted mound of his biceps. You’d enjoy him just a little more before he was gone. You knew, deep down, you’d miss him.

‘Ah, mierda- I’m gonna feel like shit tonight’ he grumbled. You shook your head and returned to his side, watching carefully as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He sat perched on the edge with his characteristic hunched posture.

‘Well, that’s what you get. Like I said you’re not doing the stretches I told you to do.’

‘I’m busy.’

‘You’re not so busy that you can’t do the stretches, I specifically tailored your routine to fit—’

‘I’m. too. Busy.’

You bristled as he suddenly interrupted your speech. You turned, just barely giving him a side eye, and found that he wasn’t even looking at you anymore. He was looking for his clothes. You stubborn bastard, you thought, you’re going to get yourself hurt.

‘Do you want your after-session assessment?’ you asked. Miguels lip curled, and to further annoy you he pinched the space between his brows.

‘Whatever, go ahead.’

‘Are you going to listen? Because if you don’t listen there’s no point.’

Miguel looked up, and in unison your eyes narrowed.

This was always the hard bit. Yes, you were friends, but you were in the unenviable position of having a very difficult power dynamic with a very difficult man. He was your boss, but you were his physio. He had control over your job but you had control over his mobility.

You were hot headed men with messy internal biases, which created the perfect conditions for a perfect shitstorm.

‘Well?’ you asked, ‘are you going to listen to me? Or shall I, yet again, put on your record that you refused treatment despite signs of muscle strain and therefore need to be, what’s the nice word for it- supervised?’

‘This is ridiculous, I’m not a child’ he scoffed.

‘No, you’re not. Surprisingly, based on your brashness’ you said, crudely cutting into him. Miguel gave the slightest sneer. As if to assert some kind of dominance he rose from the bed, allowing his shadow to cover you from head to toe.

‘Me being nice to you doesn’t negate that I’m your boss.’

You stared up at Miguel as he spoke. You refused to back down. ‘And you being my boss doesn’t negate that you’re stubborn, and most importantly, wrong’ you replied. His eyes narrowed until only the barest trickles of red light could get through.

He opened his mouth to speak, but to his surprise, you cut him off. ‘Okay. Let’s do this your way, Mr big brave bold and brash’ you said, swinging your arms wide in a challenging motion. ‘Prove to me your mobility isn’t being hindered, and I’ll stop lecturing you. I’ll even write up your notes with a clean bill of health so no one else can nag you either. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’

Miguel raised one brow. You could feel the tension growing, something strange and new bubbling beneath your natural rivalry.

‘Okay’ Miguel said after moments pause. He rolled his bare shoulders to give you a clear view of his strength and physique compared to your own. ‘Deal. Do your worst.’

You grinned. With ease you dipped down to his leg as he attempted to storm away, and with all the strength you had you pressed against one of the nerve points you knew he’d agitated. Immediately he stumbled.

‘Fuck- fuck—’

He hissed as he involuntarily fell, his fangs bared. You had the gall to pout and blow him a kiss.

‘You ready to listen now?’ you crowed. At that, he dived at you directly.

Back and forth you continued this messy pseudo-battle, knocking furniture to the floor and rattling windows with your limbs. Miguel was absolutely determined to do something, whether that be pin you down or paralyze you or something else entirely, but you had one goal: pick on his weak spots until he conceded to listen.

But unfortunately, you were evenly matched, both in prowess and stubbornness.

Each time Miguel got his claws on your body you found another trapped muscle, one that you could manipulate into being painful with just a few prods of your fingers. Each time he released you, and each time he came back angrier, hungrier, and more vengeful than before.

Fatigue only seemed to spur you on harder. You wrestled on the floor like snapping dogs, fangs gnashing and fingers digging into flesh until it bruised. You stuck your hand into his mouth to push him back, and in return he grabbed you by the ankle and dragged you beneath him.

Something had to break. Something had to give, and that give came when Miguel finally caught you.

In a moment of weakness you got too cocky, and an attempt to tease his thigh muscles resulted in you being grabbed by the waist and pinned against the wall. You felt the shutters ripple and crack as you crushed them with your back.

‘Would you- stay, STIL!’ Miguel bellowed.

And, to his surprise, you did.

You froze.

You’d somehow gotten far too close, and Miguel’s body had boxed you in against the closed blinds. Chest to chest, groin to groin, your lips close enough that your breath swirled and conjoined.

You both froze in a sudden panic, your eyes widening in unison, as the room was filled with the tense ticking of your clock.

You weren’t sure what you expected Miguel to do. Leave? Lecture you? Berate you some more, perhaps?

To your surprise, Miguel did none of those things. He just closed his eyes and breathed in deep, right at the crown of your hair. You furrowed your brow. What was he doing?

Oh, but Miguel knew exactly what he was doing.

You see, while you were panicking about your internal attraction, he was busy indulging in his own guilty pleasure. He was drinking in your scent. His heightened senses could smell everything: your sweat, your gorgeous musk, the blood pumping in your veins and your cheap cologne. You smelled like iron. You smelled feral. You smelled hot.

His claws extended against his will. Fuck, what was he doing? Now was not the time for this.

Oh, but you smelled so good. You felt so good. All that pent up curiosity he tried to keep in check spilled out, as his momentary aggression allowed his walls to fall. Usually when he got mad it was his other inhibitions that fell. He threw things or smashed them. But there was only one thing here that he wanted to smash and destroy, and it was you.

His guilty pleasure. His friend who he pretended to be annoyed by. His worst, most indulged temptation. His pretty boy.

Slowly his eyes opened, boring down into yours with terrifying intensity. You saw his lips curl back, his fangs on display. ‘I should… leave’ Miguel said slowly. You felt his heart hammering against your chest.

‘Why? We’re not done’ you replied. His eyes narrowed. Did he sound, strained?

‘I need- to leave’ he said, this time even slower.

‘Why?’ you repeated. You were testing the waters. There was no way, you thought. There was no way he was thinking what you thought he was thinking.

‘Because I—’ Miguel couldn’t even get the words out. His body was moving on its own. He was bending now, his face getting close and closer. At this point even you, in your insecure denial, couldn’t avoid the truth. You could feel his heart thundering. You could feel the tension in his muscles, and most importantly the soft little throbbing in his barely covered crotch.

‘I can’t—’ Miguel’s voice had gone husky. Your eyelids drooped as he got closer.

‘You- idiot.’ It was supposed to be a hiss, but your voice dribbled out like honey. It was a pathetic whine. God, you sounded like such a brat. You felt him throb a second time.

‘You don’t talk to me like that’ Miguel spat. His lips were barely a cm from yours now, and you felt every word. ‘I am your boss. I am the reason you’re here.’

‘Idiot—’

‘Shut your mouth.’

A soft little shuddered breath hit his face. ‘Make me.’

That was the trigger, the final cut on the barest thread holding you both back. In a second his lips were on yours.

It was frantic, almost aggressive, the way you fell on each other. Your nails dug into the thick muscles of his neck as he pushed you to the wall, and in no time at all your lips were parted. Your tongues fought just like your hands, trying to overpower the other, with such ferocity that soon your jaw and chin were wet with each other’s spit.

‘MM- Mm—’

Your moans were muffled by each other’s tongues, but you could feel his gruff response as a vibration against your lips. He pushed you until the window creaked, threatening to break it. He squeezed you until your bones hurt.

When you pulled back it was purely to survive, to gasp for air as neither of you had remembered to breathe. But even then, you wouldn’t stop. After just a few shaky breathes Miguel returned to your face. He was harsh, nibbling and sucking and biting all the way down your neck. He bit until he drew just a little blood and then eagerly licked it away, filling you with just enough venom to soften you in his hands. You bit his shoulder to muffle your groans.

Biting like animals, clawing like animals. This was your own kind of battle.

When the soft, bruised, reddened skin of your neck could no longer satisfy him, Miguel spun you around, forcing your face and chest against the window. You felt his full body weight crushing your own.

‘I- I didn’t know you swung this way, Mr O’Hara’ you teased between pants. Miguel rewarded you with a rough twist of your arm, driving his hips down on your ass.

‘Why not? You’re a good-looking man, aren’t you?’ Miguel grunted. You felt his bulge heave as he dry-humped against your rear, his clawed hand easily pinning your back. ‘A pretty boy with a smart mouth.’

‘So- you do like me for my mouth, huh?’

His claws dug a little deeper, rendering you speechless as his cock throbbed. ‘I like you- for this.’

You gasped as he squeezed your back, your hips and your ass in that order, before finishing with a gentle tug at your hair. For once you decided to just shut up, and you let him dry hump you against the wall.

After riding out that initial frustration the two of you collapsed into a panting mess. Miguel’s chest was heaving against your head as he slowly rubbed himself against you. His breath hit the window and steamed it up.

‘I knew this was gonna happen’ Miguel murmured, his voice low and deep.

‘W-what?’

‘I knew I couldn’t resist you, pendejo’ he purred. ‘Ah- you’re gonna get me in so much trouble.’

That little confession made your stomach twist and your legs weak. You didn’t want to admit it, but your heart was thundering in your chest.

‘Little- office fraternization never hurt anyone, huh?’ you panted, trying to play it off.

‘You’re a distraction’ Miguel grunted. You bit back another desperate groan as he lowered his palm to your ass. He squeezed, hard, the fat and muscle tender beneath his thick claws and calloused fingers. His hot breath hit the glass in frantic pants. ‘A- gorgeous fucking distraction.’

‘Well then- get it over with’ you whined. You were grinding back against his bulge with unbridled desperation now, showcasing an utter lack of shame. God he felt good. God he felt big. ‘Fuck me you idiot, then you can stop- moping!’

It was an invitation you didn’t think he’d take, but you were wrong. So wrong. You felt him throb so hard it scared you, his throat releasing a startled whine.

‘You want… you want me to—’

It was almost cute, how shy that huge man suddenly sounded. You bit back the urge to smile and just nodded.

‘Please’ you whispered. ‘Please, Miguel, just- just fuck me. I won’t ask so nicely again.’

His hands squeezed you tight, his thick body squishing you against the glass. You’d never felt so small, so insignificant. Usually it would have felt emasculating, but here it felt unbearably right. You felt the slight sting of his claws digging into your soft belly.

‘I’ll pay extra’ Miguel whispered.

‘W-what?’

‘For the- for the session, I’ll pay extra if you let me.’

‘Jesus, I already said you could- fine, fine, whatever, just please fucking touch me.’

You could physically feel his joy at your response. ‘Ah- mi rey’ he murmured. His desperation was tangible. ‘As you wish.’

Your whole body was lifted as Miguel spun you around and held you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. Without thinking you smashed your lips into his.

‘Mm…’

You relished in his messy tongue play as he carried you over to the table, eagerly throwing your neatly planned supplies to the floor with a violent clatter. His full lips parted and his tongue snaked deep into your throat. You were terrified he would bite you, but that only spurred your arousal further.

With a soft oomph you were thrown to the desk. As your lips parted you drooled, a thin slither of saliva and venom hanging between your mouths. Miguel panted back at you. His body was curled across yours, his hips spreading your legs and his hands on your wrists, pinning them to the wood.

‘You want me on top? Or, do you want to- you know. Other way around’ he asked, awkwardly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

‘I don’t have my strap-on, so, gonna have to be you on top this time.’

A ghost of a smile spread across his face. ‘I’m sorry, this time?’

You grunted as he flipped you onto your chest. You felt his claws tearing your dress pants aside, ruining that nice expensive fabric as he threw them to the floor. You could feel him mounting your back as you were pushed into the desk.

‘I thought you wanted me to fuck you and get it out of the way?’ Miguel teased.

‘You’re the one who said I’m gorgeous, you slut. I just assumed you’d come back for more’ you teased back. His teeth nibbled at your nape until your back arched and your smart mouth choked. ‘Mm—’

His claws went down to tear your boxers aside. ‘I’m a busy man, sir. I’d like to test what I’m buying before I come running back.’

In a second your body was completely bare, your skin exposed to the cool air of your office. Your enlarged clit was practically swollen, throbbing and aching to be touched. Miguel sheathed his claws and began sliding his hand down and between your thighs.

‘Let’s see what those hormones did, huh?’

You bit down a guttural whine as his calloused finger shifted through your folds. You could feel his breath on your cheek now; he was watching you shudder, watching you bite down your pleasurable response.

‘Looks like it’s working well’ Miguel murmured. It was odd to receive such soft praise from him. ‘Big boy’ he whispered into your neck, right as he pushed your folds aside to gently rub your enlarged clit back and forth.

‘Fuck—’

You’d run out of quips at this point, reduced to a pathetic mess shifting and squirming on his hand. His fingers were rough, and his lips on your shoulder were even rougher. You would have been content to just be teased like this, but Miguel seemed unsatisfied.

After a few minutes of gently stroking it between his thumb and forefinger, Miguel lifted and flipped your body onto its front. ‘Gimme that’ he crudely barked, and before you could even muster a whine he’d thrust his head between your thighs. You cried out as his tongue hit your clit.

‘F- MM! Fuck, fuck- c-careful, ah—’

You were stunned, almost winded by the sudden influx of pleasure. Miguel either didn’t hear or didn’t care; he sucked on you like a starving animal, his full lips ravaging you until saliva and slick was dripping onto the floor.

You quickly became overstimulated by his roughness. He was a bully with his mouth, pushing you until your body started to jolt with little spasms. You begged him to be gentle but he was utterly drunk on your body at this point.

‘Let me- fuck, let me- let me do you’ you begged, a request that finally seemed to get his attention. When Miguel raised his head he was panting, his lips and jaw now shiny with spit and slick. He looked so adorably ditzy with his glazed over eyes.

‘W.. what?’ he stammered.

Now impatient you forced yourself up until you were sat on the desk, your hands fumbling to draw him up too. He stumbled to his feet and watched you yank down his boxers. His cock jolted out, lightly slapping his firm lower belly before flopping in front of your face.

Miguel must have seen your eyes widen, the way you paused momentarily when faced with his girth, because he let out a chuckle as he wiped his mouth.

‘Is there a problem, sir— MM!’

He grunted as you unceremoniously wrapped your lips around him. Your eyes rolled as your mouth was filled with all those toe-curling sensations; the taste of skin, the warmth, the little smear of pre-cum as he throbbed at his sudden intrusion into your throat. You took him until you choked, and then took him a little further.

Miguel instinctively gripped the sides of your head to stabilize himself. ‘Hey, ah- fuck, no ones ever- done this for me befo- HNGH—’

You could hear his stupid claws tearing up the floorboards beneath you as you started to suck back and forth. His hips were bucking like they had a mind of their own.

‘You- why are you so good at this?’ Miguel whined. He looked almost shellshocked as you switched to deepthroating the tip while simultaneously stroking the underside of his balls, perfectly hitting every sweet spot he had.

You pulled back just to reply, letting him gawk at your cum-coated lips and dizzy smile. ‘I’ve- fantasied about it enough times’ you replied. His shock slowly faded in a crude half smile.

‘Uhuh. Whatever you say, slut.’

You hated how you moaned at his degradation. Miguel held you still as he pushed his cock back into your mouth, and the little spurt of precum that hit your throat was proof enough that he liked it too.

‘No, I don’t really mean that’ he murmured as you started to suck on him again. ‘I want you to myself’ he purred, quiet enough that you didn’t hear it. ‘I want you all to myself, pretty boy.’

You let him fuck your mouth until he could take no more. You let him squeeze your throat in one hand so he could feel his girth going down it. You let him pull out and watch you tongue his member. You let him indulge in this moment, the first time someone was brave enough to take this terrifying man into their mouth, as you pampered his cock like a prince.

In the end he only stopped because he was edging himself on the verge of climax, and he refused to cum in your mouth. Not because it wouldn’t feel good, but because he wanted more. He wanted much more.

As he yanked his cock from your mouth he gave you another sloppy kiss, one you eagerly returned.

‘Okay’ he panted between bruising your lips with his own, ‘okay, I am on my knees begging you. Please, let me fuck you, please.’

You didn’t respond. You didn’t need to. You gave his gorgeous lower lip a bite before rolling yourself onto your front, bent over the desk in the perfect position. You grunted as he slapped a firm palm onto your bare right cheek. He’d already lined his cock up with your rear.

‘Dios mio- I’ve waited so long to fuck this. Have you- have you got lube in here?’ Miguel asked, craning his head around the desk. 

‘I- shit, no, I don’t’ you groaned. ‘I didn’t- think of that, surprisingly.’

‘Ah- ah. Right. Ah- fuck.’

Miguel’s hips seemed to be moving on their own. He was trying to hold back; he didn’t want to hurt you, but he was losing his mind at this point. He wanted you to an unbearable degree. His cock was aching to have you, to be inside you, to hold your smooth, warm body in his hands and feel you moan for him. He wanted to ruin you.

‘You… you can use the other hole, if you want’ you grunted, gently shifting your hips until he was pressed against your clenched cunt.

Miguel paused. You felt his trepidation as his grip loosened. ‘Are you sure?’ he murmured, his voice low. You nodded.

‘I- yeah. Yeah. I trust you.’

His grip tightened again but in a more affectionate way. You felt his breath in your hair.

‘Are you sure?’ he repeated. ‘I don’t- it won’t, cause you discomfort?’

You let out a breathy chuckle. Miguel didn’t quite get dysphoria but he tried his best, and the genuine concern in his voice made your heart thud all over again.

‘It's fine for me. Fuck it, I’m bottoming anyway, what’s one hole from another?’ you said with a shrug.

At last, you seemed to have eased his worry. With a soft growl Miguel spread your legs and lifted you into position on your front, slowly pushing up towards your soaked hole.

‘Alright. Alright. I’m going to fuck you now, okay? Just- stay still. Good boy.’

You felt the brush of his tip and instinctively tensed. A shudder ran through you as he pushed it in, beginning the stretch.

‘Ah- fuck, Miguel’ you moaned. You felt him petting your back as he pushed deeper, admiring the little wince you gave.

‘That’s it, you’re doing good.’

He split you open barely halfway in, causing you to squirm.

‘Fuck- ‘s, big, fuck—’

‘You got it, just relax. Ease up for me.’

Miguel was doing his best to be courteous but it was clearly hard for him. His cock was throbbing in a way that hurt, and the only relief in this world was that sweet, tight hole. He wanted to bottom out. He wanted to fill you to the brim and bully your cervix until you begged, he wanted to make you drool. He wanted to cum every inch of his frustration inside you.

But he couldn’t, at least, not right away, because he could see you straining beneath him. So he moved slowly, giving gentle pumps to help loosen your muscles. You felt yourself becoming wetter, your cunt fluttering and clenching as he brushed your internal g-spot.

After a good minute of adjustment Miguel finally fit his fat cock inside you. He’d pushed you to your limit, but he’d fit. He bottomed out with a guttural growl, almost animal in nature, before gasping aloud like a man who just avoided drowning.

‘There- there. Good boy. You took it so well.’

There it was: the feeling you’d dreamed about for so long. You could feel him inside you. You could feel the thick veins throb against your walls, the bulge of his cock so hard that it had utterly skewered you to the spot. When you tried to adjust you felt his claws on your hips, sharp and rough. You panted into the table. You could feel him moving in you.

‘Mm- mm, fuck- you’re so big.’

You felt him throb again, clearly bristled by your praise. ‘You’re so- tight’ he whined. ‘So fucking- soft.’

He started to knead the flesh of your lower back as he moved. You felt the slip of his cock as he shifted just a little, one inch in and then one inch out. ‘So fucking soft’ he repeated almost dreamily. ‘So… fucking tight. Oh M- god, mm—’

You both moaned in unison as he drew all the way out before sliding back in.

‘So good, so good- fuck—’

The big man had been reduced to an absolute mess after barely one move. His thighs were shaking as he clung to your hips. ‘I knew you’d be this tight’ he whined. ‘I knew you’d feel- heavenly.’

‘You been thinking- MM—’ You paused midsentence as he pulled all the way out just to slide back, a sensation so delicious that your toes curled and your foot stamped on the wood.

‘Have I been thinking about you?’ Miguel groaned as he pushed in deep. ‘Of course I have, you beautiful idiot.’

You bit your lip as he started to pump inside you, his pelvis slowly rocking against your upturned hips. You felt each gently slap of his skin against your bare ass alongside his hefty girth slowly dragging against the most sensitive little ribbing on your insides. 

‘Fuck- oh fuck that’s it.’ You gasped as he nudged your g-spot with his member. With no control your muscles tensed and clenched him in a vice-like grip.

‘Lemme- lemme pay you’ Miguel whined, his claws digging into your skin again as that rapturous pleasure overtook him. ‘Lemme pay you please.’

‘How- how much?’

Your breathless teasing made him shudder. ‘Everything’ he panted. ‘Let me- give you everything.’

‘You- ah, fuck, keep doing that. Keep doing that.’ You held back your response just to relish in the feeling a bit longer; you could feel his balls hitting your clit with each thrust, his muscled thighs digging you into the desk until it ached, and that alone was driving you a little crazy.

‘Ah, ‘s so good… you- you were saying, everything?’

‘Every- fucking, cent in my account, you can have it’ he groaned. You could feel him speeding up now, as the skin-on-skin contact was starting to create a low slap that reverberated through the room.

‘Jesus, you sound like a virgin’ you teased, hoping to spur him into action again.

Just as planned you finally felt him bristle.

As if to punish your bravado, he started to get rough. He started pumping hard, his hips snapping as he pounded you into the table. You had to grit your teeth to bear it. The smack of his hips, the sweet ache of his cock stretching you out, the mixture of pain and pleasure as you adjusted to his thick girth.

If you weren’t some kind of spider, you were sure he would have broken your back entirely.

‘Fuck- fuck, careful—’

‘Mm- you were running your mouth before, just- fuck, mm- take it like a man’ Miguel grunted.

‘You’re- fucking huge, you idiot—’

‘You already said that, pendejo.’

His sweet, husky voice dripped like honey as he folded over your back, drawing a pathetic mewl from your lips. You were turning to putty in his hands. You started to arch your hips to push him deeper; the ache was turning pleasurable, and you wanted more.

At that point the pleasure took over, and like animals in heat you gave in. In the timeless capsule that was your office you let him fuck you. You weren’t sure how long you took him exactly, but it felt like it would never be long enough.

Your bodies were pressed together, naked and sweaty beneath the dim overhead light. Like two snakes you were wrapped around each other in a tangle of limbs, your bodies frantically rocking and humping in a messy unison. Muscle on muscle, skin on skin, you felt the sweat from his abs coat your back.

‘Mm- mm, fuck.’ You let him bottom out in your cunt with a glazed over expression. You drooled onto his claws and let him pump all of his frustration into your willing hole. ‘Mm… Miggy, ‘s- so good, mm—’

‘Guapo’ Miguel whined to himself. ‘Muy guapo… Estás tan mojado.’

‘W-What? I’m not that- wet—’

You whimpered as he pushed in deep, eliciting the most perfectly timed filthy squelch from your manic coupling. You felt slick sliding down your thighs to the floor. Miguel’s self-satisfied grunt made your cheeks burn. ‘Mojado’ he repeated in your ear.

He continued to thrust at just the right angle to get more of those sounds. He wanted to hear how wet you were, how wet and desperate he’d made you. You bent over and let him.

Without realizing you’d filled the entire office with signs of your passionate coupling. The echoes of two men grunting, groaning, cursing and begging combined with the violent slapping of wet skin into an erotic symphony, punctuated perfectly by the thick smell of sweat and cum.

Surrounded by this audio-visual cacophony, it was no surprise that you quickly felt your orgasm rising.

‘Ah… Okay, oka—MM—Okay I’m close, I’m close.’

You could feel the pleasure increasing to unbearable degrees, twisting and tightening your insides until you almost screamed. Miguel grunted with pride.

‘Okay, shh- you got it, go on, cum for me pretty boy, cum on my cock.’

‘F-Fuck—’

Miguel wasn’t as experienced as you’d expected, but lucky for you he lucked his way into finding just the right position. He drew back until his cock was angled at that soft ribbed spot on your cunt while his finger wrapped down and between your thighs, eagerly massaging your bottom growth.

He admired the way you squirmed and jolted, the way your muscles gripped him. He felt your ass clench and regretted, deeply, that he couldn’t spank it in this position.

‘Fuck, fuck—’

‘Come on, good boy, cum for me.’

His hips were thrusting desperately as his finger rubbed you out. Your toes clenched.

‘FUCK— fuck it’s so, close, please— YES—’

With a deep moan you finally climaxed. Your body shuddered and tensed as those orgasmic ripples turned your body into an absolute mess, your cunt clenching hard enough that your gushing cum squirted around his cock. Miguel let out a groan of relief.

‘Oh fuck- good boy, yes, yes, that’s it, cum for me.’

In the heat, the passion, Miguel broke. He bent over and utterly crushed you beneath his torso as his finger and shaft continued their manic work, and with a heavy breath he hissed into your ear. It was a territorial display with his teeth on your cheek, pushing you down. 

‘You’re mine’ he barked, barely audible over your dramatic whimpering. ‘You’re mine, you’re all mine.’

You didn’t reply. You were seeing stars, lightheaded from the rush of blood and abrupt tension. You laid yourself against the desk like a corpse as Miguel returned to thrusting right up to your navel.

The overstimulation caused you to grunt a few times, but you didn’t dare ask him to stop. The slightly painful jolts felt too good. Plus, you wanted something more: you wanted him to cum in you.

And god, so did he. Miguel’s mouth had fallen open and he was ramming his cock as deep and hard as he could, forcing the desk to creak beneath you. At one point you heard it snap. He was desperate for this one thing, this itch he had to scratch, this inescapable ingrained need to own you.

He wanted you stuffed. He wanted you filled. He wanted to know he was inside you when you stumbled home later tonight, secretly trying to squish your thighs together so it didn’t drip out and alert everyone to what he’d done to you.

With that mental image filling his head Miguel finally tipped. With a few more rapid humps, his cock throbbed and spurted those first, thick, heavy white ropes inside you.

‘MM- argh, YES—’

You jolted in shock as his claws dug into the desk, sinking into the wood like flesh. With each spurt he thrust deeper, and with each thrust he tore up the wood by your head.

But then, in the daze of being filled, you felt a sudden sharp stinging pain in your neck.

Miguel had given in, and he’d bitten you. He’d sunk his canines into your nape like a cat carrying a kitten, and as he filled you with his cum he filled you with his venom too. His eyes were glazed over, his nose flaring as he huffed hot air against the fine hairs at the base of your skull, and his hips were still pumping erratically to a finish.

You, at this point, were utterly out of it. Your vision was swimming, your limbs numb, and all you could feel at this point was his breath on your back and his thick seed now overflowing from your already stuffed hole.

It took Miguel a moment to come back to his senses, but when he did he retracted his teeth in horror.

‘Shit- shit! Are you okay?! Are you okay?’

Miguel unceremoniously pulled out to check you were still conscious, only to find your body utterly paralyzed. As he stepped back some animal part of his brain begged him to stand and stare, admiring with great arousal the way his cum looked dripping out of you, but his rational and deeply guilty conscience pushed him to instead carry your body to the nearby sofa.

‘Okay, okay, shit- he’s going to kill me when he wakes up- stay here, I’m going to get help.’

In a panic Miguel dragged on his boxers and rummaged through his pants for his watch. There was only one person he could call, but he didn’t exactly like it.

‘Lyla? Lyla, are you there?’

Miguel tried to keep his voice down as he urgently hissed for his assistant. Thankfully she popped in right away, perching on the edge of his wrist with her glasses down.

‘Hey boss! What are you—oh my god.’

Her glasses fell down her nose as her jaw dropped. Her eyes had fallen almost immediately on your naked, paralyzed body now splayed across the sofa, and as they began to roam she was greeted next by a nearly fully naked Miguel and an utterly destroyed office.

‘Are- boss are we burying a body?’ she hissed.

‘NO! No he- my friend- I need the antidote for my venom, please, ASAP’ Miguel hissed back. Lyla rolled her eyes up to stare him down. Beneath her curious gaze he quickly flushed.

‘Your friend?’ she repeated.

‘Yes, he- he is my physio.’

Lyla raised her eyebrows. ‘He’s your employee, friend, and he’s naked on the couch because—’

‘Because- because, none of your- business! Just bring the antidote!’

‘Right. Bring the antidote. For your venom. Which can only transfer via bite. For the naked man on the couch, covered in bite marks.’

Miguel was seething at this point. His nostrils flared as he glared her down.

‘I don’t know what you’re implying, Lyla—’

‘Look, either you tried to kill and eat him, or you fucked him! One of these is a felony, the other is just awkward. I’m just asking which it is so I know if I can joke about this later or if I’m gonna need therapy for the crime I helped you cover up. Did you try to eat him, or did you fuck him? Which one is it?’

Miguel sighed and lowered his head into his palm. ‘I didn’t- I didn’t, try to eat him’ he mumbled. That was the closest to telling the truth he was going to get, and thankfully that was enough for the smug little AI. She gave him a beaming smirk before shifting her glasses back into place.

‘Oo, peachy. Good for you, boss.' 

The little AI vanished amidst a barrage of abuse from Miguel.

Despite her teasing Lyla was true to her word. Within a minute a drone had arrived at the door carrying that precious needle, its insides filling with the only antidote to Miguel’s paralyzing venom. Miguel grabbed it as fast as he could to avoid being seen. He locked the door before hurrying to your side, and after a garbled apology in Spanish he shoved the needle into your neck.

For a few minutes nothing happened. You continued to lie in a state of dream-like awareness, drool pooling from your mouth into the sofa with eyes that saw nothing.

Miguel rocked back and forth on his ankles, his hands gripped together. ‘Come on, come on, please, please—’

‘FUCK!’

As the antidote finally settled in your veins you jolted up in a panic, a move so abrupt that you managed to topple off the sofa right onto Miguel’s anxiety ridden face. You both collapsed onto the floor.

‘ARGH! Argh fuck- I’m alive?! I’m alive! Ah, oh my god- I thought- ahh—’

‘Mierda- ¡Oye! I told you, it doesn’t- kill, it—’ Miguel got through the start of his self-righteous explanation before freezing, as he realized that your fiery eyes had turned on him. Your own nose flared as you sneered at him in disbelief.

‘You….’

You said it slowly as you rose, your finger now pointed at his face. Miguel tried desperately to avoid the temptation to gawk at your naked form as you hissed. ‘You- what, the fuck, man! You bit me?!’

Your anger was only exacerbated as you realized Miguel was, despite his earnest attempts, very overtly gawking at your naked and now cum-coated thighs. You reached out and grabbed him by the jaw. ‘WHAT- THE FUCK, MIGUEL?!’

‘I’m sorry! Mi rey, I’m sorry, just- I can’t control it, okay?! It’s an instinctual thing! I… Bite!’

‘Oh, and that makes it okay?!’

‘NO, just- I’m trying to explain!’ Miguel stammered. ‘Even if I’m just- by myself, I instinctively have to bite something, I was just… caught up in the moment.’

‘Caught up in the moment- jesus christ.’ You used your free hand to reach around and feel the deep puncture wounds on the back of your neck. ‘Are these permanent?'

‘I said I was sorry. You- actually, wait, no- no, you bit me early too!’ In his stubbornness Miguel aggressively pointed a claw at his shoulder, showing the little red indent of your teeth. You flushed violently.

‘That was… That’s not the same!’

‘How?’

‘How- what do you mean, how?’

‘I mean how is not the same?!’

As Miguel wrenched his head from your hand you resorted to grabbing his neck, a gesture he returned. Soon you had each other by the throat, teeth bared and eyes wild.

‘I- bit you because I was—’ You stammered on the admission as Miguel hissed. ‘Because you were horny, and you instinctively wanted to bite me’ he said slowly. You leaned in and bared your teeth right back.

‘You fucking—’

You both froze.

You were nose to nose, still naked and sweaty and hot, now down on the carpeted floor of your office. You panted into each other’s mouths.

All over again, to your horror, you felt your insides throb and tighten. You saw his eyelids droop.

You didn’t even need to tease him this time. His lips hit yours, and without a word you surrendered to what you knew would be another round of mind-blowing angry sex.

You just hoped he at least wouldn’t bite you this time.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #transmasc reader #smut with plot #smut #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #fanfic #x reader #18+ content

[themagicbrew]

Everyone meet Cameo the Defect!

(minor warning! gross alien drawing in the bio) (also super sorry about like- any shitty grammar or spelling mistakes. I'm very sleep deprived)

Chosen Name: Cameo ('Deadname' Defect)

Age: Uknown

Gender: Male

sexuality: Homosexual

Current occupation: Founder of the hidden city, Head of "the council", inventor, (formerly) kraang rebel

personality summary: Cameo is an eccentric but self-centred kraang. What he lacks in raw strength, he makes up for in sheer intelligence. He has the most innovative but dangerous mind amongst all the kraang. He is known to be highly manipulative, often nudging others in the wrong direction- for his own selfish gain. He's petty, vain, cruel, the list could go on.

Pre-rebellion

The kraang reproduce through various methods, making them a highly invasive species once fully settled onto a planet. The Biomass that often clings to and terraforms its surrounding environment- is capable of forming "egg sacks", if given the right conditions.

This is a common form of asexual reproduction (aside from thee brood mother) that the kraang practice.

When a baby krang bursts from its sack- the newborn's flesh remains tender & pale, before eventually shifting (x).

However, when Cameo emerged, his flesh- never matured, even as he grew.

During a kraang's "rookie stage" (their races equivalent to adolescence years) They will experience many physical & behavioural changes, but one specific change the kraang look out for, is their "mutations".

the "mutations" are essentially a kraang's special abilities.

to shifting parts of their anatomy or creating a biomass- these abilities are a signal towards higher ranking kraang that their young is ready for more intensive training. if a rookie shows no signs of mutating, they will be killed off.

Cameo was lucky to avoid this brutal fate despite his defects.

Even back then, he was beyond intelligent and took an interest in forging weaponry. Somehow, this talent of his- saved him from certain death. Yet it didn't save him from the kraangs cruelty. The risk of death still loomed over him.

Throughout his entire life, Cameo would be abused- even after proving that he was useful, he would still be subjected to an onslaught of neverending abuse.

His method of survival was manipulation. If Cameo couldn't fight his way out of a situation like most kraang did, then Cameo would 'talk' his way out of it.

needless to say, Cameo grew to hate his fellow kraang. he had no sense of comradery and wouldn't hesitate to backstab them. There was only one person he could look out for.... himself.

Cameo is genuinely confident in his skills. no amount of abuse could ever change the defects mind- he was the best.

Portals, technodromes, Battle mechs, weaponry, etc

his inventions- his work- would be used in conquest. Cameo had been playing a major part in the empire for centuries. However, the kraang were foolish and could not see it- to them, Cameo was just a disposable defect first and an amazing inventor second.

Utrom's betrayal/rebellion

Cameo knew Utrom back in his rookie days. He was cruel and callous but had a strong sense of comradery, just like any other kraang he knew. Utrom however, was his main tormentor during his early days.

so Cameo was genuinely surprised to hear word of his betrayal. The defect never thought Utrom had it in him. Treachery was something unheard of within their empire.

In Typical Cameo fashion, he saw Utrom's betrayal as a window of opportunity. Thus, aided the traitor with his rebellion (coming in with an agenda of his own)

Cameo is the true creator of the Key.

He had 'helped' The mystic warriors & Utrom conjure up the plan if they were to lose the battle- however little did they know, Cameo had plans on using the Key regardless of the outcome. Cameo always had a knack for pulling strings... planting idea's into people's heads..

Cameo KNEW that the battle would be one-sided, even with his aid. He designed the key in a very special way that would allow the defect to mull over his options, preparing himself for nearly any outcome.

He hated the kraang but he knew- more than any other being in the galaxy, how they think and how they function. he knew that when the key was unleashed, that the sealed kraang would tear each other apart- desperate to snuff out any other rebels sealed alongside them.

What Cameo didn't consider, were the few remaining rebels lucky enough to avoid getting sealed away. Utrom- being one of them. (much to Cameo's disdain)

This didn't deter him. He knew how to roll with the punches. To cameo, it was simply the start of a new chapter.

post rebellion

Cameo adjusted to life on earth easier than any other kraang rebel. Humans were far easier to manipulate. He had power over them and it felt great.

He took pleasure in sparking discourse amongst them, even causing full-on wars. All he had to do- was to give them a simple nudge. perhaps gifting them kraang armour, or something "mystical", whatever it may be but something was missing

The Kraang rebels had indirectly affected Earth in many ways- some more drastic than others. Cameo would spend his time studying these changes. Sometimes intentionally playing a part in it. The planet itself already had strange properties- but when exposed to empyrean- only seemed to amplify the planet's properties.

now "empyrean", is the essences of kraang. their tech and bodies have empyrean within it. It is what they used to terraform planets to their liking.

If a creature is exposed to pure empyrean the results are unpredictable. This was how the Yokai emerged. To Cameo- the yokai were guideless creatures with no sense of direction, hiding away in fear of people. what He saw, was an opportunity.

Cameo offered the yokai a safe haven, A place hidden from humanity where they can 'truly' express themselves as long they stuck to his rules. for the next couple of centuries, he'd retain control over the yokai- creating a false identity called "the council of heads", allowing the people of the hidden city to live a lie.

present day

Cameo had been around for centuries and had met plenty of yokai like Baron. they were always a means to an end, a minor misstep along the way but for a brief moment, Cameo underestimated his opponent- eventually leading to the mass mutant that plagued NYC.

what he didn't suspect, were the turtles. ever since those ragtag teenagers accidentally unleashed Baron's Oozesquitoes to NYC, Cameo had been watching them from the shadows. He studied them and their ties to Baron, finding their misadventures quite amusing.

Along the way, He eventually hired Hugin & Munin due to their previous ties to Baron (also because he couldn't resist how pathetic they were). Now- Cameo debates on making his move. if the turtles can handle a kraang invasion, who knows what else they could handle. The defect is excited to find out.

Triva

Current voice claim is Jacob Tobia (their role as Double trouble)

Cameo's defects affect him in many ways. Back in the empire, he would wear special gear to protect himself both in and out of his mech suit but nowadays?? he has a special skincare routine to keep himself protected

Cameo still continues to make Kraang weaponry. it's his way of passing the time and relaxing. He prefers doing it when cloaked however since thumbs can come in handy

He dotes on Hugin and Munin, spoiling them like two purse dogs- in return, the Duo follow his very command.

Cameo and Big Mama are good friends :) sometimes he'll call himself 'Lil' Papa' as an inside joke. they both openly joke/talk about backstabbing each other and wouldn't hold it against them if they did. Their friendship is unique to say the least

Baron does not know that Cameo is "the council of heads" nor does the general public know. Think of it as the Wizard of Oz situation.

He is also the inventor of cloaking brooches but- many yokai have taken it and improved upon his invention across the centuries.

While Cameo prefers to cloak, he isn't ashamed of his true form- and will even uncloak post-Rottmnt-movie. He is often mistaken for a yokai rather than a kraang.

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[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Can you tell me anything about Nechronomancers?

Certainly!

Nechronomancers

🕰️ Who are Nechronomancers?

At the fringes of Time Lord society, you'll find the Nechronomancers. Originating from the prestigious House of Arpexia (and probably linked to Faction Paradox), they decided that mainstream Gallifreyan life wasn't for them and rejected societal norms and the very concept of time itself. Nechronomancers throw away their names, genders, and histories, choosing a path of existence that defies everything a Time Lord is supposed to stand for.

🔮 Masters of Temporal Manipulation

What makes Nechronomancers particularly interesting isn't just their radical lifestyle but their unique abilities over time, too. They have skills that hint at an in-depth understanding and control over temporal states, and possess powers that go beyond what ordinary Time Lords can achieve. Their mastery over time allows them to phase in and out of temporal streams, weaponise themselves, manipulate temporal energies, and even resist effects that would disorient or harm others based on time-based anomalies, making them useful in the Time War.

🧬 Unique Biological Traits

Neurological Adaptations: Their brains may have been changed to interface with time in strange ways, supported by psychic abilities finely tuned to temporal frequencies.

Bioenergetic Fields: They may generate distinctive bioenergetic fields that interact with time, allowing them to phase in and out of temporal streams and even create temporal echoes for simultaneously interacting across multiple points in time.

Temporal Immunity: Their biological rhythms could be synchronised with temporal energies, affording them immunity to time-based anomalies and effects. This synchronisation might affect their ageing process and shield their cellular structure from temporal fluctuations.

Multidimensional Awareness: A heightened awareness that extends into parallel dimensions enhances their mastery over time-space, positioning them as beings of significant power and mystery within the Time Lord society.

⛪ Religious Zealots

Nechronomancers also have their own set of beliefs and mythology. They draw inspiration from a figure known as the 'Seventh Founder' or 'old one' or 'other', a nameless, genderless entity who embodies the essence of their ideals.

⚔️ Faction Paradox

Their association with the Faction Paradox adds another layer of 'what?'. This connection hints at a shared interest in the darker aspects of temporal engineering.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[nardo-headcanons]

Hey my dear mutual! Another super stupid and weird request coming, so, please, feel totally free to ignore completely if you want, really. So, let's say instead of a criminal organization, the Akatsuki are actually a lab team. Which would be their roles, their work focus or their research topics? How would they behave at work with each other or, I don't know, whatever you can think of. Inspired by your agar plates post, by the way, hahahaha

Hello Sasuke, my dear. Don't call your asks weird, I love how creative they are! If anyone wants to write a fic about this please TAG me!

Big thanks to @the-real-sasuke-uchiha for requesting!

The Akatsuki in a modern research lab AU

Akatsuki Labs, Inc. No one knows what they're actually researching, and how they get their funding, however everyone hires them, they're incredibly popular with institutions and businesses alike...

Deidara is a lab rookie who is still at the beginning of his study. He went to a scientific high school and an absolute ace at chemistry. Besides studying chemistry, his other major is pyrotechnical engineering. He blows shit up on the regular and even adds copper sulphate to fires when he is the one supposed to put them out. He frequently steals minerals from the lab to use them for his pottery projects. And yes, he knows how to make meth.

Hidan is on his way to become a neurologist. He is fascinated by the way the nervous system works (especially while processing pain) and has the ego of a neurosurgeon twice his age. However he is regularly asked for a second opinion because he knows his shit. He's pretty popular with the ladies due to his confidence, however many of them are freaked out when they find out what a huge masochist he is.

I've never seen Itachi as a huge stem guy, but I've actually had a discussion about this with my dear moots @pet-plasma-bubble and @suki91 and came to the conclusion that he's either a plant biologist or studies medicine because he's one of these kids with a chronic and/or underdiagnosed illness going into medicine to make a change. Plant biologist!Itachi regularly talks to his plants when no one is looking and he gives them names as well. He doesn't really care much for the actual lab work and prefers to take care of the plants in the different lab greenhouses. Med student!Itachi is one of these anatomy girlies who draw their stuff in fancy colors and actually enjoy studying human anatomy.

Kakuzu is a senior scientist/professor who initially studied pharmacology/pharmacy to save many lives and prolong the lives of millions, but eventually got disillusioned and sold his soul to the pharma industry. He should technically be retired now, but he joined the Akatsuki labs inc to make some money on the side.

Kisame started out as a marine biologist specializing in shark research, however, seeing these beautiful, innocent creatures get bastardized by Hollywood and pollution made him apply to Akatsuki labs inc to help find solutions to the current crises caused by humanity. During his free time, he volunteers in a dolphin rehabilitation center.

Konan is the cofounder of Akatsuki labs inc, everyone respects her and even looks up to her. Once a brilliant scientist in the field of engineering, she got tired of how male dominated it was and how her male colleagues kept getting the credit for her ideas. She frequently holds lab courses for young girls interested going into the scientific field.

Nagato is the Akatsuki labs founder, and rarely seen in the lab. He has made himself a name in the field of robotics by inventing the Shurado robotics system which helps millions of automated machines run to this day. Rarely seen in the lab, he communicated with his employees via his Pain Alias Email. though to be fair, Konan writes most of these emails for him; she's the only one regularly talking to him face-to-face.

Orochimaru is a geneticist and biochemist, his focus being finding ways to avoid cellular decay, as well as the human genome and anti aging research. His parents are academics as well and he lived up to their expectations to the fullest. He has his own skincare formula which keeps him looking snatched at all times. Given the rumors about several scientific ethical code violations, everyone is kinda scared of him except for his personal lab tech, Kabuto.

Sasori is a renowed mortician who's also very interested in histology. His preparation techniques are unmatched and he even invented new preparation- and histological staining methods, which are called "Red Sand" and "Red Technique", respectively. He often gets into fights with Kakuzu about his microtome collection being unnecessarily expensive.

Tobi is the Akatsuki labs CEO cosplaying as a clueless intern that always steals from the candy bowl in the waiting room. In reality, he has a PHD in physics, his thesis being about rifts in space time and interdimensional interactions, however all of his papers are published under an alias. He has a soft spot for Deidara and refuses to fire him despite the latter's frequent "accidents".

Zetsu is a biological anthropologist fascinated by human evolution and human behavior. Some think even his colleagues are subjects of his studies. Some people say he's two-faced, but he is very chatty and inquisitive most of the time. He volunteered to have Itachi's venus fly traps in his office and can sometimes be seen feeding them dead flies or mosquitoes.

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[bloghrexach]

🤔 … Francesca Albanaese has conducted a study: ‘Anatomy of a Genocide’, very telling. Here are some facts. — and still the world leaders/powers look on. Not the ‘younger generations’ though!!!

By: LaillaB, founder of ‘Reclaim the Narrative’, from LinkedIn …

“Israel has destroyed Gaza’

By analysing the patterns of violence and Israel’s policies in its onslaught on Gaza, the “Anatomy of a Genocide” report concludes reasonable grounds to believe that the threshold indicating Israel’s commission of genocide is met.

One of the key findings is that Israel's executive and military leadership and soldiers have intentionally distorted ‘jus in bello’ principles, subverting their protective functions, in an attempt to legitimise genocidal violence against Palestinians.

In this report, Francesca Albanese, the Special Rapporteur on the situation of human rights in the Palestinian territory occupied since 1967 (“oPt”), addresses the crime of genocide as perpetrated by the State of Israel (“Israel”) in the oPt, specifically in the Gaza Strip, since 7 October 2023.

As Israel prohibits her visits, this report is based on data and analyses from organisations on the ground, international jurisprudence, investigative reports and consultations with affected individuals, authorities, civil society and experts.

Since it imposed the siege on Gaza in 2007, which tightened the closure imposed since 1993, Israel, the occupying power, has carried out five major assaults before the present one.

By Day 9, this assault had already caused more deaths (2,670) than Israel’s previous deadliest war against Gaza, in 2014 (2,251) . Only a fraction of the mass killing, severe harm and ruthless, life-threatening conditions inflicted on Palestinians over the following months of assault can be captured in this report.

UN experts, 5 scholars, 6 and states, 7 including South Africa before the International Court of Justice (“ICJ”), 8 have warned that acts committed in this latest onslaught may amount to genocide.

The ICJ found a plausible risk of “irreparable prejudice” to the rights of Palestinians in Gaza, a protected group under the Genocide Convention, 9 and ordered Israel, inter alia, to “take all measures within its power” to prevent genocidal acts, prevent and punish incitement to genocide, and ensure urgent humanitarian aid.

In its defense, Israel has argued that its conduct complies with international humanitarian law (“IHL”).

A key finding of this report is that Israel has strategically invoked the IHL framework as “humanitarian camouflage” to legitimise its genocidal violence in Gaza.

The context, facts and analysis presented in this report lead to the conclusion that there are reasonable grounds to believe that the threshold indicating Israel’s commission of genocide is met.

More broadly, they also indicate that Israel’s actions have been driven by a genocidal logic integral to its SETTLER-COLONIAL project in PALESTINE, signalling a tragedy foretold.

“It’s my solemn duty to report” -

GENOCIDE: ISRAEL: COLONISATION!!

“I say to all those leaders, do not look the other way. Do not hesitate … It is within your power to avoid a genocide of humanity.” — Mandela! … 🤔

A tragedy foretold —.🕊

#reclaimthenarrative — 🍉 — 🍉 #FreePalestine … @hrexach …

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[beardedmrbean]

Question for you. How do you feel about the one CEO saying Endometriosis isn't a gynaecological condition? I mean it technically is, isn't it?

https://news.yahoo.com/trans-ceo-charity-founder-says-210134975.html?.tsrc=daily_mail&uh_test=0_00

Oy vay, what now, lol. Gonna use my psychic powers to say we're entering a world of equality where women can have prostate cancer as well.

Gonna tl:dr at the end

Endometriosis is not a gynaecological condition, the founder of a charity supporting women with the disease has suggested, after appointing a transgender woman as its chief executive.

Jodie Hughes, the founder of Endometriosis South Coast, recently appointed Steph Richards, a trans woman and activist, as chief executive.

Ms Hughes told BBC Woman’s Hour on Wednesday that referring to the disease as a “gynaecological disorder” may be the reason medical research into the issue has not progressed further.

Endometriosis causes tissue similar to the lining of the uterus to grow outside of the womb, often causing severe pelvic pain. It can also affect fertility.

Another charity, Endometriosis UK, describes it as “the second most common gynaecological condition in the UK”. It affects around 1.5 million women in the country.

Appearing on the BBC programme alongside Ms Richards, Ms Hughes said: “Endometriosis is a systemic inflammatory condition. We need to move away from the gynaecological side of things because you don’t have to be born with a womb to have it.”

She also claimed endometriosis is “not a reproductive disorder”, adding: “It’s being seen as a gynaecological disorder maybe is the reason why the past 200 years research and medicine isn’t progressing.”

Ms Richards, 71, whose appointment drew criticism from some women’s groups, was asked on the programme if she could fully represent women with endometriosis when she previously had not used the word “woman” to describe those suffering from disease.

She said she was “happy” to use the word but did not want to ignore how endometriosis could also affect trans men and non-binary people.

Men diagnosed

Ms Richards also claimed that endometriosis was not only seen in women because 29 men had been recorded as being diagnosed with the disease.

“I look at women but I also look at the issue of trans men and non-binary people. There’s something like 5,500 trans men who had endometriosis who probably feel rather left out and also non-binary people,” Ms Hughes said.

The charity faced a backlash this week after appointing Ms Richards to the role.

Helen Joyce, director of advocacy at Sex Matters, told The Telegraph: “Endometriosis is a disorder that involves cells from the womb lining finding their way to other parts of a woman’s anatomy, and it can cause infertility.

“So, of course, it’s a women’s reproductive issue; it’s absurd and offensive to the many female sufferers of this debilitating condition to say otherwise. Yes, women who identify as men or non-binary can have the disease – how you identify obviously doesn’t change your biology. And, yes, there are a handful of cases in the literature where biological men suffer from something similar, but these are ultra-rare exceptions.”

Ms Joyce said that Ms Hughes’ remarks suggesting endometriosis should not be framed as a gynaecological issue were “offensive”.

“Endometriosis is poorly understood and researched precisely because it only affects women and our reproductive systems. This is part of the systemic lack of research and funding for “women’s issues”.

“The answer is for the medical profession to step up and do more for women – not to rebrand women’s disease by pretending they also affect men. People can’t in reality change sex, and men won’t start suffering from endometriosis even if we pretend people can change sex (and no man should want this disease; it’s horrific).” _________________________________

This entire article is lunacy.

For the first bit it's a gynecological condition because it's people with uterus's that get it

Endometriosis causes tissue similar to the lining of the uterus to grow outside of the womb, often causing severe pelvic pain. It can also affect fertility.

until they get the uterus transplant thing down this is something that will hit AFAB people and telling transmen this also almost sounds like telling them they don't need to go to a gynecologist to me.

It's not sexist or transphobic to say you need a gynocoligist if you have, vulva, vagina, uterus, cervex, fallopian tubes, ovaries and any bits I didn't mention, they're the doctors that specialize in those body parts

I'm very trans positive and supportive, this woman is an idiot however, and people are going to get hurt as a result of her being an idiot if she keeps going with this shit.

If you have a uterus you can get endometriosis.

If you have a uterus you go to a gynecologist to get those bits looked at, you can pull the gender away and be fine with it, gynecologist is a doctor that works on parts that 50% (or so) of the human population have.

Issues dealing with those bits are gynecological issues, make it gender neutral in your head if you need to.

We're getting dangerously close to a trans woman threatening to sue an oncologist because he said she has prostate cancer.

TL:DR; whole thing is insanity and will wind up killing people if they don't knock it off, you can call it whatever you want to call it but don't tell the professionals they're wrong on this one.

if it's a job for a OBGYN then it's a gynecological issue

#airasilver

[nobodywritingao3]

origin of the borrower au?

the borrowers stories were originally children's novels published by mary norton, but these days a borrower au kind of exists as its own trope concept.

we understand that a borrower au means tiny people in the walls, sometimes mouse anatomy, "human beans," borrower code of silence, fear of giants, use of borrowed material to survive, etc.

borrower aus usually refer to these rules rather than the actual literature. when i looked up the tag "The Borrowers Series - Mary Norton" only two stories popped up on ao3

but "Alternate Universe - Borrowers Fusion" has 427 works; "The Borrowers (TV 1992)" has 459; and there are even more stories under "Borrowers - Freeform"

the earliest use of a borrower au i can find is by an author called nightmares06 who started posting stories tagged "size!fic" in Sept 2014 & and a story with a Borrower AU concept in Dec 2014.

I think nightmares06 might be the founder of the borrower au concept that has spread to nearly every fandom from supernatural circa 2014 (guys fandom culture owes so so so much to supernatural its kind of insane) which is incredibly cool! if anyone can find an earlier instance of a borrower type au pls reblog and say

#nightmares06 my love #i found their stories in like 2017 and i havent been the same since #gt #g/t #gt community #g/t community

[athingofvikings]

A Thing Of Vikings Chapter 94: For Our Inheritors Standing Before Us

Chapter 94: For Our Inheritors Standing Before Us

Princess Asta Rhonda Haddock (November 10, AD 1042-October 16, AD 1122), the firstborn child of Hiccup and Wulfhild Haddock, was an early Norse scientist of the Dragon Era, whose areas of interest included biology, anatomy, botany, mathematics, geology, paleontology, and cartography.  Taught by her father, she also completed a full course of education at Waterford University.  As one of the foremost early alumni of that institution, she achieved formal recognition as a Master of Natural Philosophy three times over during the course of her career (and is considered to be the founder of the fields of modern geology and paleontology as a result, based on her published studies of the fossils and sedimentary layers of Europa and the northern Vestrilands), in addition to the collaborative research work she engaged in, especially with her other siblings.

While she advised her half-sister, the Empress Valka II, on scientific matters, she actively shunned involvement into politics, viewing them as a distraction from her scientific work…

—Asta Rhonda Haddock (n.d.) In Wikikenna.  Retrieved May 26, 1855

AO3 Chapter Link

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[oorjayiiyoga]

Words by our Founders Oorjayii Yoga was created to provide a welcoming and safe space for people. We started with sharing circles and self-love yoga retreats, inviting healers and organizing workshops to promote balance, love, and mindfulness. Along the way, we noticed a growing disconnection in the world, especially due to modern lifestyles. Our vision expanded to include teaching yoga in schools, instilling kindness and mindfulness from a young age. As we progressed, we recognized the need for more teachers, or "Gurus," who could guide others out of darkness and into light. Our goal at Oorjayii Yoga is to train teachers who can facilitate personal growth. We offer individual attention, focusing on teaching skills, philosophy, anatomy, and the development of each person's inner teacher. The journey as a yoga teacher truly begins when one steps into the world to teach, whether for self-exploration or to guide others.  Yoga brought a big change in both of our lives and that makes us more eager to bring change in other's lives who are in need of help. Any help to bring that change is always welcomed. You can reach us if you wish to be the part of our journey. We would love to hear from you :)

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[x--daughters-of-darkness--x]

"I was crying, watching in total disbelief. Nirvana were my favourite thing in the world." Evanescence's Amy Lee reveals the moment she found out Kurt Cobain had died

Evanescence frontwoman Amy Lee was a Nirvana megafan and heartbroken by the news that Cobain had taken his own life

Evanescence frontwoman Amy Lee has opened up on the moment she found out that Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain had taken his own life in April of 1994. The singer and lifelong Nirvana fan, who was just 12 years old at the time of Cobain's death, was watching TV at home when the tragic news began to break across various networks.

"I remember it was a school day," she tells The Telegraph. "A normal, sunny day, kids running around the house, when it came on the news. I felt it so hard, I was crying, watching in total disbelief. In Utero was the first album I ever had and Nirvana were my favourite thing in the whole world. So it was like I had just fallen in love - and he was dead. It was so shocking to me, but it made me dive deeper into the music and start listening to the lyrics [as written] from the perspective of somebody who was crying out in pain."

Kurt Cobain's death at the age of 27 shocked the music world. His Nirvana bandmate and eventual Foo Fighters founder and frontman Dave Grohl would later describe the devastating impact Cobain's passing had on him, telling BBC Radio 4: "After Kurt died, I really couldn’t even turn on the radio, and I put the instruments away – even hearing music hurt, And it was that way for a few months."

Amy Lee, meanwhile, was only just beginning her journey into the music industry; a few months following Cobain's death, Lee would meet guitarist Ben Moody, and the two would start Evanescence together. Nirvana, and their 1993 album In Utero in particular, would remain hugely inspirational to Lee and her work. In 2011, she told Metal Hammer that the album's iconic cover, depicting a transparent, anatomical angel manikin, is amongst her favourites.  “I really love the In Utero artwork," she explained. "The anatomy of that weird but beautiful angel; dirty, internal and raw. It’s very striking, and I love the record, too – that album was big in my life.”

#amy lee #evanescence #2024 interviews #nirvana #kurt cobain

[theleotorrio]

You mention both titan anatomy and breakdowns of wormhole physics and expect people not to want to hear about it???

I would love to hear whatever infodump or general rant you want to share!

(Also on the wormhole part, agreed!)

Well looking at me weird is the usual reaction I get when I start talking about these things, but I am more than happy to yap about them, if you want to hear them.

The titan anatomy one is for the attack on titan titans, because they tell you a lot about it and not all of it fits together. (Turned out to be more about the titans in general)

So there are three different kind of titans, there are pure titans, abnormal titans and the big nine titans als known as the titan shifters and they all kinda work the same yet not. So what we get to know is that every titan come from a human, who is sitting in their neck, that kinda, depending on the kind, more or less serves as their neural centre (which is why they only die when that part of the titan neck is separated). When humans get injected with spinal fluid from a titan shifter they turn into the titans and stay that way and lose aöl their will and control, the pure titans seem kind of luke zombies in that way. The titans themselves are not really made of flesh, they regenerate very fast and create a lot of steam when they do but also dissolve very fast when they die and there is a whole yeast theory that says that the bodies of titans are kinda made of those, which causes them to expand so much and release steam and gas and so on. To that I am very sure that when a titan dies and the titan body dissolves the human body of the base shouldn't because it is made of actual flesh so when a titan dies there should be a human body left behind, which they never show, but it would just make sense.

Abnormal titans are the same but faster and more aggressive making them more dangerous opponents. I think they are different because their subconsciousness has more control over the titan making it more driven or try to follow a goal making them more determined or more subconsciously angry at what's happening with them. We can see that in Dina who said that she would always find her way back to Grisha before being injected and then her titan made her way to his house later, so that's where I got that from.

Titan shifters are the most interesting, there are nine and they can transform into titans by will by drawing blood on themselves but also can turn back to humans and have control over their titans. Those titans are more powerful than the others and each has a special ability. They all come from the founding titan, Ymir, and those titans can be given from person to person. A titan shifter after becoming a shifter only lives additional 13 years. A person becomes a shifter after becoming a pure titan and eating the former human who had the titan.

That's a 'short' exposition (i got carried away), now the issues and implications we can assume. Sooo, one of the first facts we get to know about titans is that titans do not have a digestion system. They eat humans and when they full they throw balls of humans back up owl style. So here's where the problem with that statement is. We get to see those human balls in the manga so I don't doubt that statement, BUT the titan shifters eat the former shifters they want to take the ability from ad a pure titan, which would not being anything, because they don't have an digestive system and couldn't take those powers over in that way because the titan can't absorb the bone marrow of the former shifter that way, but that is how they hand the titans over. Ymir, the founder, have her powers to her three children by having them eat her dead body as humans and as gruesome as that is, it makes more sense, but the problem they created for that is that when a titan shifter dies before giving the titan to someone else, those powers go to the random next born after the shifter died, so difficult, but it doesn't really work in any way which is frustrating.

Additionally, as they don't have a digestive system I wondered what organs they might or might mot have (i totally read my roomates medical books for this, without telling her, because how do you explain this). Ad they have the humans as their neural and neurological centre i don't think they would need a brain, they have the humans brain for that. They must have lungs and a voice box as many titans make sounds, the beast titan (and I think the armored too) can even speak and scream, so those must be there, but things like liver, kidneys and so on also most likely to exist as there's nothing to filter and the titans need space for the stomach pouches where the humans go that they eat (and they are big enough to swallow those whole). Also interesting is that especially for the shifters the humans subconsciously seem to have some sort of control over what organs their titans have or don't have, best example Berthold and Armin, both holders of the collosal titan, so their design is quite similar, but Bertholds titan has ears, so we can assume he can hear too, but Armins does not have ears and most likely can't hear because Armin does not like yo hear the suffering of the people he has to kill. I am on the fence about whether titans have hearts or not, because they have a lot of blood and bloodflow so their cells must also need oxygen to work, that they get from the blood because why have it otherwise? And to get that blood going there's should be a heart, but titans are huge so how big would that heart need to be to achieve that, so i think it's possible that it's muscular movement of the blood like how the necks of giraffes work to get it around, so I think both are possible.

Also there is just a lot (and this is not a critique on the author but really on the people in the story) of experimentation that you can do involving giving on titans. So Ymirs titan spirit of the founding titan got split into three and from there later into nine that build the big titans. But they know that those titans are superior so why did they stop multiplying them? Or you could try to cross them deliberately to make them each more powerful. Something that happens in the show on accident, when Falco ingests spinal fluid from the beast titan and later eats the jaw titan and from the design of his jaw titan, it has beast titan characteristics, so why did they never try that, it's such a waste and would have been real interesting.

Sooo, this got out of hand and I am very sure I am even now forgetting something, but I think a lot about attack on titan so there's a lot in this brain. Sorry, it's so much, but thank you so much for the ask! (I can also totally talk about my red sky issues too, if you want 😅)

#thanks for the ask! #ask answered #my rambles #yapping about attack on titan #attack on titan #the titans curse #titan anatomy 101