#but. objectively. just looking with your eyeballs

[deanpinterester]

rewatching the scorch trials for reasons and it's actually appalling how this movie had a budget of $61 million and looked and sounded amazing while allegiant, also a YA dystopian movie with a similar plot of the characters travelling through a lifeless desert wasteland, looked like absolute ass with a budget of $110 million

#uhhhh me #that's. TWICE what scorch trials had #and somehow everything was worse. the writing. the vfx. the general story. the pacing. the cinematography. EveryThing #i'm not going to act like the scorch trials is like the bestest movie out there even tho i do love it a lot #but. objectively. just looking with your eyeballs #you would assume it had a higher budget than allegiant. it doesn't #i think this is why i get kind of 🤔 whenever people bring up budget when it comes to judging a movie/show's quality #there are some directors out there who can make do with small budgets. so many sci fi indie movies look good with even less than 61 mil #it comes down to how you use that budget #it was also wild to me discovering that shadow and bone had like $3 mil per episode #that is TINY. tiny compared to other shows that are so much worse with triple or even quadruple the budget #anyway. idk what i was trying to say here #i have a lot of respect for wes ball's directing and i'm looking forward to his planet of the apes movie i guess

[hyuckiefluff]

Pretty Boy

pairing: na jaemin x f!reader genre: roommates to lovers wc : 1.2k + summary: you are determined to convince your roommate to let you put mascara on his pretty eyelashes but things escalate when playful touches become more intimate. a/n: this is a short story that i wrote in like an hour sorry if it’s kind of all over the place lol. it has an open ending so possible part 2 if it doesn’t flop?? tysm for reading <33

part 2

"Jaemin, come here!!" you followed him out of the room as he escaped.

"Nope! Not a chance!" Jaemin retorted.

"C'mon, you're being so dramatic,"

"I'm not the one trying to poke your eyeballs with a strange object," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he walked away, keeping a safe distance from you.

"Please, it's just mascara. I'm trying to see how it looks on you," you said, practically sprinting after him across the shared department.

"When I agreed to room with you, I didn't know I was signing up to become your little experiment," he grumbled, effortlessly leaping over the couch and assuming a defensive stance. "Why do you even want to put mascara on me?"

"Like I said, you're being dramatic. And you have the prettiest eyelashes I've ever seen, so I must see what they look like all done,"

He rolled his eyes, having had this conversation with you before. You had always pointed out the unfairness of him having such long lashes but never doing anything to them.

"I'm not letting you come close to my eyes with that thing," he firmly stated, causing you to let out a sigh of frustration.

“Wait, what’s that behind you?” While you didn't expect him to actually fall for it, he momentarily looked over his shoulder, and in that split second, you swiftly jumped over the couch, landing right on top of him with a victorious war cry.

"C'mooon," he protested, but his hands instinctively found their place on your hips, keeping you in place.

"I'm just going to apply a little bit," you said innocently, moving closer to his face. He remained silent, which caught you off guard, considering how vehemently he had opposed the idea just moments ago.

His gaze was fixed on you, and you took it as an opportunity to concentrate on your task. You were so focused on not accidentally poking his eyes that you failed to notice what his hands were doing. He started slowly caressing your hips, it seemed like he was doing it unconsciously at first but then he started gently pinching and groping and it was getting harder for you to keep your hand steady.

"Does it usually take you this long to do this?" he asked, looking upwards as you worked the mascara brush on his lashes.

"Well, excuse me, but you're distracting me," you responded, pausing for a moment to give him an accusing look. When he met your gaze, you almost dropped the brush because of how absurdly beautiful he looked. His eyes appeared larger, framed by the now even longer and darker lashes. Despite his frown and occasional uncomfortable blinking, he looked mesmerizing.

You brought the back of your hand to your mouth, trying to hide the smile threatening to escape. However, he caught your gesture and gently took your hand, placing a kiss on it. "What are you smiling at? Do I look that ridiculous?" he asked, his voice lowering in tone.

"No," you replied, your voice slightly faltering. "You look good." If he hadn't already sensed your flustered state from the way your voice trembled, he certainly did when you flinched in response to his hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you down closer to him.

"Really? Show me then," he said, his gaze fixed on you. For a moment, you were confused, dazed by the way he was looking at you. Then it clicked, and you understood what he meant. Without hesitation, you pulled out your phone to take a picture of him.

As you captured the shot, you couldn't help but bite your lip at how intimate it looked. He was looking up at you through his eyelashes, a slight smile playing on his lips. The image clearly showed the fact that you were straddling him, his hands resting on your thighs. You knew you'd have to delete this picture after showing him because your best friends were notoriously nosy, and the last thing you wanted was for them to stumble upon a photo of you practically riding your roommate.

"Are you gonna show me or..." his voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you cleared your throat, handing him the phone. You would have gotten off his lap by now if it weren't for his hand still holding you firmly in place.

"Mhmm..." he hummed approvingly as he looked at the picture. "I like it. I'm sending it to myself."

"What? No, no," you panicked, attempting to grab your phone, but he held it out of reach, lifting it over his head. Retrieving it would mean getting even closer to him. Instead, you gave him a death stare and an expression that clearly said, 'Seriously dude?'

"If you like it so much, I can just take another one of just you," you pleaded.

"But I like this one because you're in it too," he responded, raising an eyebrow.

Your stomach dropped, and before you could form a coherent response, Jaemin propped himself up on his elbows, your phone abandoned somewhere behind him. His face was now incredibly close to yours, his minty breath filling the space between you. You couldn't move away, and if you're honest with yourself, you wouldn't even if you could. After two years of being roommates with Jaemin, you had grown used to him being clingy and affectionate, and while you had found yourself on his lap on previous occasions, it had never escalated to this level of intensity.

Unconsciously, you bit your lip, a nervous habit of yours, catching Jaemin's attention. He lifted his hand and gently caressed your bottom lip with his thumb, causing you to cease the biting. Now his focus was entirely on your lips, and perhaps it was your imagination, but he seemed to be getting closer. "Don't bite these pretty lips; you'll roughen them up," he whispered in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Sorry..." you murmured instinctively, your voice sounding small and vulnerable. It was a clear indication that he was flustering you.

There were so many alarms going off in your head, warning you of the dangerous territory you were about to venture into. If you were smart, you would heed those warnings and run away.

"Okay, well, I'm done here, so..." you began to say, your voice trailing off.

"Are you? But there's a space here that needs taking care of," he pointed towards his eye, and as you leaned closer, you struggled to see anything out of the ordinary.

"What? Whe-" Your words were abruptly swallowed by his lips as they pressed against yours, catching you completely off guard. A whimper escaped your lips, met with a low grunt from him, as he skillfully moved his lips against yours. His hands found their way up from your hips to your waist, exploring the exposed skin revealed by your riding-up shirt. The kiss started off gentle but quickly escalated, his lips and hands working their way up your body. It was you who deepened the kiss, prodding him with your tongue, silently asking for entry. He sighed contently, granting you access, and the kiss grew wetter and more intense as your tongues danced together. His hips began to buck up, creating a delicious friction between your cores, eliciting moans from both of you.

There was no turning back now. You were well aware of it, and Jaemin seemed to understand too, as he pulled away from the kiss, suggesting, "Maybe we should move to the bed."

The implications made your lower stomach churn with a mix of excitement and nervousness, but you nodded, a smile playing on your lips.

"Let's go, pretty boy," you said teasingly, before darting away, Jaemin hot on your heels, eagerly chasing after you.

part 2

feedback is greatly appreciated! <3

#jaemin moodboard #nct #nct dream #na jaemin #nct x reader #jaemin x reader #nct dream x reader #jaemin fic #jaemin fanfic #jaemin drabbles #jaemin imagine #nct dream fic #nct dream scenario #jaemin x you #jaemin x y/n

[rivatar]

Practice Makes Perfect

Pairing: AU!College!BasketballPlayer!Neteyam (21) x Fem!Human!Cheerleader!Reader (20)

Warnings/content: MDNI, smut, p in v, creampie, mean & fuckboy Neteyam, degradation, mirror sex, fwb, think that’s it but lmk!

A/n: This is for the day 2 prompt of Pandora’s Glow — Mirror sex + FWB! Credits to @luvv4j4ybe11 & @aperiraa for the event! And credits to @cafekitsune for dividers!

W/c: 1.2k

Neteyam was eyeballing you during practice every chance he got.

He was one of the team captains and this often got to his head; no not often— all of the time. He was the typical cocky athlete who would send nudes to every hot girl, just like all his friends and teammates. He had girls falling at his feet so of course he fucked whoever he deemed pretty enough. Anything to get his dick wet and satisfy his endless sex drive.

To him, this glorified his manhood. Getting laid is the pinnacle of proving you’re the best. And Neteyam was the best. A star athlete with a full ride at your university, his family was well-known and wealthy, and he was favorited not just among his peers, but the professors, coaches, and other faculty too. He charmed the elders with his perfect boy persona, and hell— sports is what matters most to everyone so they all fall for his bullshit since he plays a part at getting them those big wins at nearly every game.

Your sport, however, was hardly deemed a sport by most. Including Neteyam. You worked hard your whole life, competing in All Star competitive cheer. Between the lifts, jumps, flips, and sheer stamina, you firmly believed cheer was damn well a sport, and a difficult one at that.

Due to renovations on the other gym where your team normally practiced all year, you were now forced to practice in the same gym as Neteyam and his team this season. Now him and his minions could openly laugh and make fun of you and your girls, like the himbo pieces of shits they are. Whether it was during stretches, muscle conditioning, or practicing the routines and stunts, the guys were always poking at y’all with sexualized and demeaning comments whenever they could and when the coaches weren’t close enough to hear. It usually went like:

“Bend over a little more, babydoll!”, “Could they make the skirts just a little shorter, please?”, “Amazing eye candy, ladies!”

They were often replied to with heavy eye rolls and a few “fuck off”s by all of you. The pure disrespect towards your sport was almost more than you could bare. Being viewed as an object to the male gaze was gonna be the death of you.

That was why you didn’t know why you ever agreed to this little situation with Neteyam after he cornered you and sweet talked you months ago. Now, it was like a daily routine.

…

“Mmm, fuck!” You held onto the sink in front of you for dear life while Neteyam rattled your shit from behind.

After both your practices wrapped up for the day, he gave you a look you knew all too well. One that said he wanted to fuck, now. The man always had his mind in the gutter. Neteyam always picked the place for the matter, sometimes a little riskier than you’d prefer, being that you didn’t want to be kicked off the team. But this time, following after his tall, broad figure as non-suspiciously as possible, he entered the family restroom down the hall. And that was how you ended up with his dick deep in your pussy.

He flipped your cheer practice skirt up to get a view of your ass, choosing to leave it on and pushing your panties to the side when he shoved his dick inside you.

“You know what this tiny little skirt does to me, you slut. Damn near asking for it, huh?” he said with venom lacing his words, giving your ass a hard spank.

You whimpered at his words. He was right, you were being a slut and you knew it. But you couldn’t resist him, much to your dismay, so you let your dignity take the hit.

“All wet and tight just for me? Or is it from ogling the other guys, too? Wouldn’t surprise me knowing you,” he chuckled darkly, “I mean you literally dance around for the entire public anyways, you little attention whore,”

You blushed deeply, heating up all over. You chose to look down at your feet that were struggling to hold you up from the sheer force of his thrusts.

Then you felt a rough hand beneath your jaw, forcing you to look up and into the mirror right in front of you. You were such a mess— hair misplaced, sweat lining your forehead, and some drool and tears leaking out on your face.

“Watch yourself get fucked by me,” he grunted, and held your face in place so you were forced to acknowledge the scene you were creating through the mirror.

He was hitting your cervix so perfectly, making your body tingle all over. You let out a long and drawn out moan as every inch of your body felt like it was on cloud 9.

“See how pretty you look when you’re moaning?” He said into your ear, “Just a cockslut getting exactly what she wants. You’re lucky you’re so hot or you wouldn’t be getting this from me,” he added while nibbling your ear.

You clenched around him and attempted to drop your head down and focus on the pleasure. He didn’t let you move one bit though, with his painful grip on your hip and his other hand directing your face to the mirror.

“Nuh uh. Watch it. Want you to watch yourself cum on my cock,” Neteyam stuttered a bit, feeling his orgasm approach quickly. “Better do it now pretty girl, I can’t hold back much longer,”

He gave you harder and somehow deeper thrusts while snaking his hand around to rub tight circles on your nub. And that was all it took for your coil to snap.

“Ahhh fuck!!” You screamed as your orgasm wracked through your entire body, almost closing your eyes shut.

“Eyes open,” he tapped your jaw, “Look at you go,” He praised you as the feeling soared through your body.

Your jaw was hanging open in a silent scream as you watched your legs shake and felt your pussy convulse on him.

“Now, eyes on me. Watch me as I cum in you,” He gritted through teeth.

You watched him through your eyebrows, your head feeling light and struggling to stay upright, your arms on the sink still holding you up. You watched in awe as all his muscles tensed up deliciously and he threw his head back while guiding your hips back on him as he shot his hot load in your cunt. You noticed all the little micro-expressions in his face as the sweet release rushed through his body too.

Coming down from your highs, you both glanced at each other briefly, suppressing little laughs. You fixed your skirt the best you could although he left an absolute mess in your folds, with his cum slowly seeping out of you. So you knew you needed to get out of there before anyone saw cum dribbling down your legs.

He smirked, knowing why you were rushing to get out. “Might wanna wash that before next practice,” he teased and winked at you, feeling proud as you swung the door open and ran off.

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#pandora’sglow #pandora’sglow2024 #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam sully #neteyam fanfic #neteyam x reader #neteyam smut #neteyam x female reader #neteyam x human reader #avatar smut

[vintagerpg]

There is, I think, no arguing that contemporary genre art has a character distinct from previous decades. I also think that while there are big shifts in aesthetics somewhat aligning with each decade of the 20th century, here in the 21st things have definitely slowed down — I feel like the look of genre art has fossilized somewhat in the last 20 years. I don’t have a good explanation for why. Sometimes I wonder if I’m blinded by nostalgia, and that there really aren’t any obvious objective differences at all.

Worlds Beyond Time: Sci-Fi Art of the 1970s (2023) is a compelling argument, I think, that there ARE definite differences. The book, by Adam Rowe (and spinning out of his social media accounts dedicated to, well, ’70s science fiction art) looks at both artists and thematic categories of art from the period, mostly from paperback covers, and offers commentary and historical context in the text. The result is startling: a body of work by a variety of artists working in their own styles that nevertheless seems visually unified. With the exception of a couple outliers, this stuff all feels of the ’70s. The fact that there are some inclusions from both the ’60s and ’80s makes this even clearer.

I think the most interesting thing about this is how bizarre some of the ’70s art seems to be. A lot of these artists appear to be entirely off the leash, delivering work they WANTED to produce rather than what they were directed to produce (you can see a shift toward clearly pairing the cover art with the content of the book in the later part of the decade). There was also more money in the work, then, so speed wasn’t quite so big a part of the equation as it is now.

And, greater questions of genre art aside, Worlds Beyond Time is still a mesmerizing collection, worthy of your time even if you just want to feed pictures to your eyeballs.

#roleplaying game #tabletop rpg #dungeons & dragons #rpg #d&d #ttrpg #Science Fiction #Fantasy #Art #noimport

[topnotchquark]

what's your top three (or more) vale looks?

I deliberated before answering whether I want to show the objectively good looks or the ones where I personally feel crazy so I guess I'll try to balance both. Let's get into it.

1. Eyeball Mugello helmet 2011.

Is it easy on the eyes? No. Does it look truly otherworldly almost terrifying. His own blue eye on the helmet, an ode to a lifetime of being watched and reclaiming the agency in it, the red suit, the yellow motifs of gloves and kneepads.

Leathers in general are some of the most captivating looking sport protective gear and his Ducati red ones being elevated in his trademark fashion, literally I have thought about them every day since I first saw them. It comes together in my mind partly because I love his freak ass so much and partly because if a bunch of alies descended upon earth, he could pass off as a revered human warrior to them lol. To me, it's a high fashion moment ™️.

2. 63rd Venice Film Festival, 2006.

Imo Face card with credit limit that could make Mansa Musa's worldly wealth look like peanuts. Cherubic glow on his face, a vaguely mellow mischievous glint in his eyes, curls settled around his head like a laurel wreath, sideburns framing his face in the trademark hot and iconic fashion. Every red carpet photo from this day is a hit. Fae prince realness served. Imo it also seems like the type of masculinity Vale always wanted to project to the world. Don't google the rest of the outfit he was in some ugly jeans.

3. Hair Color Saga.

Self-explanatory. Cemented him as an idea as a showman in the minds of people. Did it while having fun. Loved that he was on a mission to try as many colors as possible. My personal favourite is the blue hair by far.

4. Misc. Because why not.

That time he looked like a hot dirtbag at Wimbledon and god knows how many inane rules he broke in the process. Sticking it to the man in trademark Vale style.

Okayyy Miss Dior Addict Lip Glow Oil Shade 015 Cherry.

That time he got jacked??? As my husband Diljit Dosanjh said, "lookin thicc, she be on that protein". It's not even hot or anything it's just surprising because when he was young he hated the gym. (Thank you callie @moonshynecybin for these pictures because I didn't want to good Valentino Rossi shirtless ur a real one mwah mwah)

Alas I've hit the 10 photo limit so I will have to stop now but appreciating Vale's face never stops.

Thank you so much for this question. I'd love to hear your opinions, which Vale era is most attractive to you and which ones made you like him? And same for Fabio?

#asks #valentino rossi #vale #I LOVED putting together the response to this #yamahussy ily I want your opinions on all of these #motogp

[somerandomdot]

Random Nsfw Gortash Headcanons

I know I literally complained about so much Gortash stuff compared to Gale/Wyll but I must I am down bad horrendous for the emo man.

Anywaysss hope you enjoy! Leave suggestions or opinions!!

(Warning this is pretty well dark, it’s Gortash bbg what do you expect fluff? HAH no-)

Jesus fucken Christ I wanna eat this mans eyeballs LOOK AT THEM

Man’s isn’t that much of a kisser, straight up I feel like the most he’d ever do is probably an nose rub or just a one singular sloppy kiss during ‘it’.

He’s not the type to start sex with a flirt, a small move, well probably a small move by a rough grab.

100% he’d just grab and pin himself, he’s a very busy man. He doesn’t have time for the small stuff and the romance- so why not just get to the point yeah?

He mainly only cares about his pleasure, but would focus on yours if he has time- just to see the way you spasm and twitch below him.

If the man does have the time, he’s probably enjoy edging the ever loving shit out of you, and he’s taken time out of his rarely given free time, you better thank him when he finally lets you climax.

I know this man has a thing for eye contact during it, demanding eye contact and just continuing to keep eye contact.

He is very touchy, but not in the loving way in the possessive way, not in the ‘good way’ (if there is a good version of possessiveness) the bad way, the ‘your an object for my pleasure not a person’.

Hands are grabbing at your throat, his fingers tangled in your hair, (grabbing at horns if you have any). Holding your wrist up, or either pushing you down on to any nearby surface.

He’d mostly just be on the receiving end of head, rarely on the giving. Mostly into face fucking with rough thrusts or just grabbing your head and using your mouth as his desired pace or having you do all the work while he watches and degrades you while you use your mouth on him.

Giving head would be the rare, honestly probably only about once a week or when he has that free time. (Edging time mentioned earlier-) When that time does come by his very skilled with his tongue is useful is more ways than manipulating.

Focusing on the sensitive parts that would make your back arch just to overstimulate you for his own enjoyment.

100% this man does not use a safe word.

His favorite position would have to be missionary, legs over his shoulder while his hands are on your neck while he rams into you.

Other favorite I would definitely say is hands and knees in front of a mirror, turning into either him pushing your head down into what we surface your on, or him grabbing you by the hair and your back being pressed against his chest while he forces you to look at the reflection of yourself.

Rough thrusts, purposely slowing down and messing up the rhythm to mess with you, to than harshly thrust into you to hear you yelp and scream.

This man does have a breeding kink, but I feel like it’s more of the ‘claiming’ way and not for reproductive reasons. He does need a heir yes, but with his current life style I feel like he genuinely wouldn’t want a child at the moment.

Degrading to the MAX. But would never praise/degrade you know what I mean, he’d be just mainly ‘mean’- examples - <3 “All you’re good for is a quick fuck to make me cum” - “You have no idea how pathetic you look drooling all over me..” - “You’re so obedient it’s pathetic.”

If he finishes and you don’t, not really his problem and you better not finish yourself off without asking, no point in asking he’s say no 99% of the time.

I feel like this man genuinely wouldn’t care for after care, on himself yes but you’re left to take care of yourself after that. Ask for help, maybe he will, most of the time after you have caught your breath and came down from the ‘event’ he’s already gone.

Hellooo you made it!! I hope you enjoyed, thank you for reading! If you have any suggestions, opinions please let me know, have a good rest of your morning/afternoon/night!!

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gortash #gortash x reader #Gortash headcanons #bg3 gortash

[creature-wizard]

I dunno if anybody's ever pointed this out before, but transphobic rhetoric and the flat earth conspiracy theory work exactly the same.

They both propose that scientific truth is best determined by what you can immediately observe with your own two very eyes, and anyone who tries to tell you that it's more complicated than that and that your eyes aren't giving you the whole picture, is either a brainwashed sheep or a malicious actor.

Flat Earthers will tell you that a round Earth is provably scientific nonsense because if you go look at the ocean you'll only see a level plane, if you look up in the sky the sun and moon are obviously the same size, and scientists have never observed gravity on actual spherical objects, like tennis balls. (Oh, why do objects fall? Why, it's just relative density, silly! Anyone can observe that!) Anything that threatens to complicate this tidy little picture is dismissed as irrelevant - pseudoscience, misinterpretation of data, whatever.

Transphobes claim transgender is anti-scientific because it doesn't align with simplistic concepts they received in grade school - you can see there's two kinds of genitalia and that's that. You can't see this "gender identity" thing with your very own eyes, so it clearly doesn't exist, and you're stupid for even considering it. Anything that threatens to complicate this tidy little picture is dismissed as irrelevant - mental illness, birth defect, creep behavior, whatever.

Again, Flat Earthers don't consider themselves anti-science. They consider themselves pro-science. They just think that science is best determined by what you can observe with your own two eyeballs, and anybody who tells you it's more complicated than that is malicious or a dupe. Just like transphobes who claim that only sex is real.

#transphobes #transphobia #flat earth #flat earth conspiracy theory #conspiracism #conspiracy thinking #conspiratorial thinking #conspiracy theories #conspiracy theory #science #pseudoscience #trans stuff #transgender

[rinbowaman]

Going to a haunted house with heethan………………

MDNI 18+ below.

Yooooo….

Heethan would of course, hold you tightly by his side and eye down every single costumed staff member that tries to get close to you to get a scare or scream out of you.

But he likes how the atmosphere causes you to cling on to him. He loves it. Heethan never really particularly cared for horror and gore, but after meeting you and becoming the devil in disguise, he’s become somewhat fascinated with it and digs it. But this tacky horror scene wasn’t it. Not for a man who has committed atrocities all in true sake of his love for you.

“It’s alright baby. See? It’s all fake.”

He shows you as he rips off the mask of one of the staff members, rather harshly before throwing it back in their face. Heethan was always a nice guy, but the moment he saw you, that all went out the window. He was quite mean and rude towards everyone, because all of his sweetness was just for you.

You walk with your arms looped around his as he casually tucks both hands in his pockets. It wasn’t any fun when he was being so uninteresting. So fine, you decided to walk ahead and released his arm. His face was somewhat shocked as he watched you walk away from him. Before he could snag you, a staff dressed as a zombie abruptly jumped before you, cornering you. You scream and turn back around, burying your face into Heeseung’s chest.

“For crying out loud…” he snarls out in a whispering tone. Eyeballing the man up ahead, Heeseung stares right through the beady cutouts of the eyes in the man’s mask. The man was either lucky or smart to not have touched you, but still…

Did you just scare my baby?” He questions the man, who stood there all confused. This was a haunted house after all, but seeing Heethan’s fierce expression started to scare the staff member. He’s never seen anyone look so menacing before.

“Run…” heethan expresses out of annoyance, hissing his tongue as he bears his teeth. You whimper and shake against his chest.

“Come on darling…” he cradles his arms around you. “Time to go home.”

“But, we haven’t seen the rest of the haunted house. There’s supposed to be more scary stuff later on.” You objected with pleading eyes.

“Don’t worry about that…” he tilts your head up by the chin, and leans his face inward as he prepares to kiss you. “When we get home, I got something really scary to show you.” Licking your neck, he takes a bite. You whimper and startle back as you place your hand over the wound. He bit down so hard, you couldn’t help but looked at him concerned.

“Oh yeah…I got something really terrifying…trust me baby, I’ll have you screaming for your life.”

And he did…

While everyone remained at the haunted house event, screaming away at the gaudy costumes, the tacky decorations and blurred sound effects, you, on the other hand, spent the entire night in his room screaming out of fear, pleasure, pain, and mercy as he and his other half took turns on you.

“Awww…scared baby? Don’t worry…sun should be up in another hour or two. In the meantime, let’s play some more…I’ll give you a head start this time….1….”

“But…I…I can’t….Heeseung.”

“Wrong name baby. 2…”

“Ethan please!”

“Better hurry up, 3…”

“Ethan I can’t get a head start if you have me tied up to the bed like this.”

“Awww…that right? Well then I guess there’s no point in counting. Come here.” 😈

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!”

Poor you….poor, poor y/n. Monsters have to eat too, you know?

#heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #enha x reader #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung fanfic #heeseung smut #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enha heeseung #yandere au #yandere imagines #yandere heeseung imagines #heeseung yandere #yandere heeseung #yandere enha #yandere enhypen #kpop yandere #yandere kpop

[1-800-local-slut]

Home Is Where The Heart Is (Or Where's There's No People)

Klaus Mikaelson x Black! Fem! Shy! Reader

Reader is Klaus's girl friend. In public, she's shy the moment they get behind closed doors there's no stopping her

I don't know if this counts as a collab, but I'm going to count it as such. I couldn't have written this without @sublimecatgalaxy writing this beautiful work. Go check it out, it's so good omg. I hope you guys like this one and thanks again to @sublimecatgalaxy for letting me write this based off your work!

Warnings: Drinking, sophisticated party, nude painting, reader is horny at the end, allusions to smut, reader is really shy in public, this is a bit short, reader is a bit questionable, smutty thoughts, reader is thick, not a warning but I don't specify what the reader is, make no mistake the reader is a black woman, even tho I lowkey bully Marcel in this make no mistake that is my man, reader teases Klaus and calls him a whore lol

(No srsly, go check out this story it was actually wonderful)

Request are also open if anyone wants to send anything!

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"I just wanted a burger." She frowned, staring at the mirror while Klaus helped slide her body into her dress. Deep sadness and exhaustion reflected in her eyeballs, the same sadness that had been ever-present since Klaus reminded her of their party.

A peace offering with Marcel, which she argued was pointless and declared she could miss. Klaus naturally needed to object! How could he show up to such an event and not bring the most gorgeous person in the world with him? That and he needed another person who could agree with (mostly) all his judgments

"Once we make our way through the riff-raff we can stop on the way home." The custom gown was slid onto her body now, and it highlighted all the best parts of her. All the parts Klaus loved.

"I won't want to stop on the way home, I don't want to go outside in the first place. I hate these parties and I don't want to see Miss Tagrot. Oh God, I can't stand that woman, why does Marcel invite her everywhere? Don't tell me he's sleeping with that thing."

He smirked, smugly, once he turned out of her line of sight to button his sleeves properly. She didn't want to be around anyone besides him and selfish as Klaus was he was overjoyed by this.

She stepped off the small platform she was on that was surrounded by mirrors after a quick look over herself. She looked stunning like she was straight out of history. The dress hugged her figure, and her wig was styled into a gorgeous updo with two pieces of hair framing her gorgeous features.

Klaus needed to call their driver. He stole a glance out of their large bedroom windows after leaving their walk-in closet. Ass hitting the sheets, he shut his eyes for a brief moment to inhale. He could still smell the mix of their scents. A mixture of sweetness and the forest. Once he grabbed his phone off the dresser he let his mind wander.

His ears focused on the sound of the cars outside in his city. The people going about their business, the vampires hunting for a meal. How many of those cars were driving to the very place he was soon to be? How many would be at Marcel's little gathering (which is certainly pointless knowing Marcel and Klaus) tonight?

Suddenly her arms wrapped around his broad chest, and she overtook him. The bed sunk as she crawled onto it, and he felt her soft, long gloves snake around him. Her scent, her feel, everything. She was whispering in his ear, pressing soft kisses to his neck.

How was a man to resist in the face of such beautiful temptation? Don't ask Klaus, he could hardly manage right now.

"Klaus, let's stay home. I'll let you paint me naked again." She whined in his ear, bringing her nails up to his head. Scratching the back of his ears, she wanted to stay home.

"You don't have to lie, I know you like it when I look at you naked." Turning his head, his eyes connected with hers. His eyes found their way to her full lips, and he knew what needed to be done. A soft kiss to her lips and the idea of missing all the possible chaos and creating issues was looking more and more enticing. Staying home and stripping that gown off her sounded so, so much better.

He wouldn't be Klaus Mikaelson if he didn't show up fashionably late, and make an entrance. Blue eyes met dark ones with a buzz of excitement. Klaus fixed their bodies onto the mattress, where she was now flat on her back and Klaus towered over her. The spark in her eyes and the smirk across her lips told Klaus that she won. She won and she knew it, the little minx.

When her arms wrapped around his neck, Klaus dipped down to kiss her again. She ghosted her fingers over the nape of his neck drawing a little pattern.

He couldn't help himself and took advantage of the slit in her dress. While he ran his hand up her thigh and gave a healthy squeeze, Klaus's mind and heart were racing. How could have even thought about going to this party when his girlfriend was here, looking like a gorgeous blast from the past? As if she came straight out of the 1920s with improvements made to the dress that suited her style.

Her hands took a small squeeze at his ass, and Klaus chuckled. Then he was lying down right on top of her, grinding his hips into hers. He could taste tongue as they continued their foreplay.

She overwhelmed his senses so well that Klaus didn't hear Elijah walking up the steps until he knocked on the door. At first, he thought he was having an auditory hallucination but then she cut her eyes sharply to the door.

"What?" She snipped. That just made his suit pants even tighter.

"Sorry to interrupt, but there's a driver here for you two." Elijah chuckled. Of course, Elijah probably heard their passionate kisses and shared shuddered breaths.

"Of all the bloody things, I can never just stay home. Tell him we'll be out in a moment." Klaus crawled off her, wiping the smears of lipgloss off his face. He certainly smears her colored lip makeup all over his face.

"What happened to just wanting to stay home?" Klaus chuckled while she tried to fix the back of her hair.

"We can't just be rude, the drivers already come. It would be different if Elijah never told us but now I feel bad. The poor man is just trying to do his job." She muttered and ran her fingers across his chest. Klaus was perched at the edge of their mattress, and she was sitting up against the pillows, pulling him in like a spider catching a fly. That wicked smirk came across her face again and she brought her face closer to his.

Her eyes met his while she admired the smeared makeup on his face.

"You look like a whore. My whore." She snickered in his ear, running a hand over his thighs just short of where he needed her. He smiled, knowing this was going to be a hard night. Pun intended.

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She gripped him like a bad habit that you couldn't shake no matter what you tried the moment they stepped out of the car. She was Klaus's girlfriend, his wild card who couldn't be tamed, a bear who was standing outside its cave. But once they got somewhere with too many people, the bear went into hibernation and slept until it was time to leave. Not from fear, but simply from sheer kindness.

And Klaus loved knowing she was only quiet for the sake of others. For the sake of not wanting to make enemies of the entire city. Sadly, that was one of Klaus's favorite things to do.

The party was a typical Marcel party. It was moderately loud, there were flashing lights, and crowds of the elite mingled. Live performers and tantalizing meals were off to the side, and Klaus glanced up at the ceiling, seeing people mingling on the upper balconies. Other vampires, of course, Marcel didn't just let anyone up there. Klaus himself finally arrived, so the party could start.

They pushed through the crowds of people. Hello's, compliments, and well wishes were exchanged though Klaus met none of them. Like always, everyone took notice of Klaus's stunning companion no matter how badly she wished they didn't.

She didn't want to be standing in the center of the room (ironic considering that she was dating the man himself, Klaus Mikaelson) but there she was.

"There's the man of the century," Marcel called, making his way down the steps. Stopping before the two, she bristled slightly.

"Marcel." She greeted him curtly. All that needed to be said was said to him. He smiled at her, his grin reminding Klaus of a hunter about to shoot his prey.

"Ma belle." He took the gloved hand that wasn't latching onto Klaus and pressed a soft kiss to it. Deep down inside, Klaus was thrilled to know that this disgusted her. How long did it take for her to allow Klaus to hold her?

"Hm." She smiled politely but took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter who she grabbed with such strength that it showed how badly she wanted to leave. The only time anyone would grab someone for a drink with such ferocity was when that person wanted to be anywhere else.

"Marcel, thank you for inviting us to dinner." Klaus joked as the three of them eyed a woman who walked past them. Klaus hadn't eaten before they left like he usually does so he could hear the thrumming of blood all around him. Marcel let out his usual hearty chuckle and she stuck closer to him.

"Speaking of dinner," Drawing the two's attention back to him. Marcel ran his hands down the front of his suit, Klaus couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It seemed like the drama Klaus lived for was finally starting.

"Can I show you something, Klaus?" Marcel asked in a more hushed tone. It was that time of night when Klaus sadly had to leave her alone for a bit to handle business. If it were up to him, Klaus would have her superglued to his side.

But alas, sometimes even Klaus Mikaelson couldn't have everything go his way.

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Finding her again was like finding a beacon of light in a dark room. Like a blind man seeing for the first time, Klaus's heart instantly became lighter when he found his beacon again.

Marcel was still upstairs, sleeping off the punch Klaus decided he needed and Klaus happily skipped his way down the steps. His eyes cleared the room once he identified everything he needed.

A random person (or two) for dinner and his light at the end of the tunnel. Thankfully they just happened to be bunched together in one perfect little conversation circle for Klaus to wiggle into. With long steps, Klaus felt a thrill building at being close to her again.

She stood politely, sipping on her drink, and pushed a strand of hair behind her ears. He could hear her heartbeat jumping in her chest and heard an uncharacteristic giggle. Klaus could tell she'd been attempting to drink away her discomfort, the discomfort that followed with his absence.

A piece of chocolate (he made a mental at how it was the same color as her but he refrained from telling her this, as she often expressed annoyance at being compared to food) slipped into her mouth that she grabbed from the treats table, the white lights that shone around the room made her look even more like an angel.

A flash of light came over her brown eyes and Klaus felt his breath stop for just a second. She was too perfect and Klaus wanted to just grab her and go instantly.

The closer he got the happier he got to see her. Sure it was a bit odd how it made him want to jump for joy to know she didn't want to be around anyone else but who was about to say anything to him about it?

"Klaus! Oh, it's great to see you, I wasn't expecting you to come but once I saw this one I knew you couldn't be far behind." Miss Targot, the bane of his girlfriend's existence. She pulled Klaus into a friendly hug, the fur of her collar almost getting into his mouth.

Of course, that tight grip returned to Klaus's side the moment he was free. She was holding his arm once more, and Klaus shook his head slightly. Glancing down, he saw that she was on the verge of being tipsy but thankfully coherent enough to give Klaus little to no issue tonight.

But alcohol did make her more frisky than usual, so it was probably best they made their exit soon before they accidentally shamed themselves in front of all of New Orleans. Or before Klaus decided to pull her into a random room.

Either way, he heard the sound of furniture splintering, and to his left caught a view of some of Marcel's friends pointing down at him. Certainly time for an exit. After all, he still owed her that hamburger.

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"Every time I see that bitch she sounds more and more obnoxious. It's all 'Oh Paris was wonderful' and 'I just adored my trip to Dominican Republic' bitch why are you not home with your children?" Klaus barked out a laugh as she perched onto her vanity seat and slid two earrings into her ears.

She rubbed cocoa butter onto her dark skin, while Klaus placed his paint brushes into his mouth and pulled the curtains wide open to let in the sunlight.

It was the next day now, the two had slept well into the afternoon. They were only woken up by someone throwing a brick through their living room window and this turned out to be someone with some grievances with Rebekah. Now they were sitting in their bedroom, while Elijah and Hayley prepared for the cleaners Klaus sent for to come. Hiding bodies and whatnot while Rebekah dashed around the city, a woman on a mission.

It was finally time for that painting she offered Klaus last night.

In her natural form, he could see her confidence, the fire that resided within her. Barren of heavy makeup, only a touch of blush and lipgloss with some clear mascara for her lashes Klaus felt like he almost didn't deserve to be around her right now.

She was so beautiful and perfect that with all Klaus had done, he didn't deserve to have her posing for him let alone dating him.

"They're probably paying for those trips, the miserable trollop she is I doubt they want her home very often." Klaus joked as he went back to his easel and resumed setting up his paints. Red, browns, deep greens (for the fainting couch she would be lying on), and the color of her large fancy robe. Klaus thought it made her look like a really pretty bird. A really pretty bird that would take out one of your eyes without much hesitation.

After all, it would be rude to snatch someone's eye from their socket.

She snorted, as she slid seductively onto the couch.

"I wouldn't." Klaus watched her get comfortable, with her well-practiced pose (the one Klaus always envisioned in his mind) and prepare to be drawn.

"You wouldn't want to be anywhere with her." Adjusting his easel, it was almost time for him to truly focus.

"No, I don't want to be anywhere without you. You literally know I don't like people, you make them tolerable. I know I'll have an eyewitness to the absurdity I see. Now enough about her, draw me like one of your French girls." Her brows wiggled and they both took a pause. Silence and then laughter.

The line from that ridiculous movie that Klaus was really mad that he actually enjoyed (and that admittedly turned him on) made him and her cackle. His sides hurt and the sides of his eyes crinkled. She was trying not to roll off the couch from how hard she was laughing, cackling actually, so loud that it was probably heard down the street along with Klaus's loud bellows.

The sound that came from their bedroom so often, usually induced by her, eventually settled from Klaus's doubled-over form. She somehow rolled onto her stomach and they both calmed down.

Eventually, the silence settled and they fell back into their usual conversation. Things about the baby, when she would be born, how much she liked snacks, Klaus teasing her and her telling him to lick her ass, Klaus of course thrilled to do so.

His pencil ran over the easel, the first sketch being perfectly designed while his mind wandered. She began to sing (horribly off-key though intentional) and Klaus lightly scolded her to hold still.

She was Klaus's girlfriend. His girlfriend who, for the sake of others, held her tongue in public but when it was just the two of them she was a shining star. A force of unstoppable grace and nature. His girlfriend, whom Klaus could just be a regular guy with and just laugh as loud as he pleased at nothing in particular.

Above all though, she was Klaus's. And deep down inside nothing else mattered more to him than that.

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[star-glass-coffee]

TMNT (Dirty mind)

Donnie- “April have you seen y/n? I wanna show her these signals for bebop mutation” he says walking out of his lab, seeing April trying to practice her telekinesis but failing 

“No, last time I saw her Leo forced her to go train with him” she says groaning before throwing the object, Donnie nods at her response as he goes to the training room, passing by raph and Mickey as the two play video games

He goes to open the door as he hears you and Leo sparring “perfect! Hey y/n I wanted to show you-”

Donnie stops as he sees you, you looked perfectly fine if it weren’t for your shirt being half way ripped off

“cmon your going easy on me! I’ve seen you kick shredders butt!” Leo yells not paying attention to Donnie as you gasp for air

“y-yeah with donnies help, can we just take a break” you say out of breath before looking to the side, seeing Donnie at the door with his face completely red

“donnie! Hey can you tell Leo to get off my back, I feel like I’m gonna pass out” you yell as Leo looks over to the nerd, seeing Donnie almost studder out a sentence before he quickly looks away from you

“u-um sure, w-whatever you say y/n!”  you raise an eyebrow at his nervousness before you walk over to him “Thanks, I need to go shower”

“Not so fast!” Leo yells before kicking at your back, you yell as Donnie cushions your fall, Leo busting out laughing as Don yells

Donnie looks up to see you sitting on top of him, rubbing your head as you yell at Leo, you don’t even seem faced by the position your in

“Don’t be so uptight! Don looks likes he’s enjoying it!” Leo says before laughing again as the others come in to see the ruckus 

“What’s all the noise for! Has Leo- oh” April says before looking at you and Don, before she cracks a smile

“Hah! Dang I was wondering when you where gonna make your move Donnie!” Raph says in between laughs as the turtle quickly sits up 

“shut up raph!” Don says a blushing mess as you crack a smile, getting off of the turtle as you rub your neck

Everyone starts making jokes to Don as he quickly goes back in his lab, not before making sure you where okay though 

He can’t help but try and calm down as he sits down in his desk, replaying the scene over and over

It’s quiet in the room before Donnie smiles a little as he covers his face, before letting out a small victory yell

“yes!..”

Raphael- it was a normal day at the lair, Leo was training, Donnie was being a nerd with April, and Mikey was playing video games super loud, and of course you where in Ralph’s workout station, scrolling through your phone as the turtle tries out new moves

You’ve been the closest to raph ever since you and April met them, even though your a geek like Donnie you still found raph more relatable then the nerd, and plus you don’t wanna hear him talk about science all day...

“y/n can you pass me another weight” raph asks as you don’t pay attention, something on your phone replaying over and over again, raph getting annoyed as he throws a heavy weight at your direction

You scream before looking at him, raph laughing at your dismay as you get up and grab it, struggling as you give it to him, your phone next to the turtle as he wants to see what your eyeballing

“Yoga poses? What kind of lame stuff is this?” He asks as you shrug sitting next to his bench, stretching your arms and legs

“yeah, I wanted to try out one of them, but she doesn’t seem to explain it well” you say as you try and figure out the pose, raph laughing as he keeps watching the stupid lady talk, some of the poses seeming easy as he wonders what’s so hard

He hears you grunting a little as he doesn’t pay attention, lifting his weights as he just thinks about anything else, your phone still going off with the video as stupid music plays

“Oh I got it! Look!”  Raph groans annoyed before looking at you, his eyes immediately widening as he sees the pose your pooling off, the handstand your doing is impressive really but with your legs wide open with those little shorts.... well he can’t take his eyes off

Not to mention your shirt falling off blocking your vision “hey I can’t see! Am I doing it correctly?! Raph!”

“u-uh yeah, just um, maybe get out of the pose?” He says blushing as he looks to your ass, his eyes not wanting to pull away before he hears the door open, his brothers walking in

Raph quickly pulls himself together as he drops his weights, grabbing at you as you yell, falling to the ground with him as raph knows you don’t wanna be in that position with his brothers watching

“hey raph! It’s training ti- oh my” donnie says eyes widened as Leo’s mouth drops, Mickey doing the same before laughter comes, raph groans as he opens his eyes

“You two enjoying yourselves?! Hah!”  Your eyes wide as your and Ralph’s faces are touching, your legs up on his shoulders as your shirts messed up, Ralph’s arms holding down your arms as his eyes widen too

You both quickly move away from each other, your faces red as tomatoes as his brothers watch in amusement, Leo giving him a smirk as you quickly fix your shirt

“Well well, looks like my little brother made some moves” leo says smirking as Donnie chuckles, raph growling his sentence before Donnie pitches in

“Honestly you could’ve took her out for pizza first”

“Get out! Before I make you!” Raph threatens as the three run out, Donnie and Leo laughing holding eachother as Mickey screams running, you look in with a slight smile as you laugh

Raph noticing as he rubs his neck, holding a hand out for you as you take it, the gentleman helping you up as raph coughs

“um, sorry about that”

“No problem, but we might need to go to training now” you say walking off as raph follows, the turtle getting a smirk on his face as he watches you walk away a little before he slaps your butt

“you know, it was the perfect position y/n, just only do it in front of me okay doll~”

“RAPH!”

Leonardo-

After a successful mission on defeating some foot clan the team had time on there hands, since it’s more of a awake night for humans the turtles have no choice but to stay indoors, to Leo’s dismay of course, but your slowly trying to calm him from fighting as you try and think of things to do with him

“maybe we can watch a movie instead? Or a new episode of chefs kitchen? Maybe your space show? I don’t really know anything but going out again”

“cmon, there’s a whole load of crime out there! The nights still pretty young, we need to defend humans” Leo says annoyed as he twirls his katanas around, doing moves as you groan 

“yeah but going through the sewers always leads to a bad day, I always end of falling on something and getting all grossed out” you say referring to your wet clothes as Leo looks sympathetic

“Hmm, you do kinda have bad luck coming to puddles” leo says as he sees your drenched shirt and pants, your shoes to the side of you as you ring out your hair in disgust

“Heyy y/n! Why don’t you try out donnies new shower he installed! Where all kinds to chicken to see if he put camera in it” mickey says from his video game, you look at him confused as you see Donnie pause

“New shower?” 

“Yeah kinda, I installed it after a chemical incident, it has hot water your more than welcome to try it out” he says not lookin up from his invention as you shrugg

“As long as I can get this junk off of me, I don’t care if there’s cameras in it” you say walking over to the bathrooms, Leo staring at you leaving as he sighs

“There’s cameras in there isn’t there?” 

“No but since your so worried about it go check” donnie says annoyed as Leo pulls his swords down, running over to get you 

he opened the door to the bathrooms as he sighs “hey y/n, donnies a creep so can I-”

He stops full sentence as his eyes widen, you look up from unhooking your bra, your clothes discarded in a pile next to you as Leo freezes

you both stare at each other for a sec before there’s a voice behind Leo “Leo cmon! Let her shower bro!”

Leo quickly slams the door close as Mickey yells, you cover yourself with the curtain as the turtle covers his eyes

“I didn’t mean to! U-um I just wanted to check for camera!” Leo says looking up to the ceiling as you raise an eyebrow, smirking a little at his reaction

“It’s okay, Leo you did nothing wrong I’m still basically dressed” you say laughing as Leo looks down, gulping down his spit as he rubs his head

“O-oh! Okay.. I just.. wanted to make sure Donnie wasn’t creeping around” he says going to check the shower as he sees it looks pretty normal, you smiles at him before going to his side

“It looks fine to me, after I get done we can stay up and watch your show” you say as Leo’s eyes widen at how close you are now, he can’t he’ll but slowly look down to your chest area 

you don’t notice as you check the water temperature, the turtle flushed at the sight as your strap goes down enough for he can just peak a litt-

“Leo! Where ordering pizza what ki-” 

Mickey doesn’t finish as he sees you two, Leo immediately putting his hands over your chest as he covers you with his body 

“Mickey! Privacy!” He yells as you just look over, seeing Mickey still looking before another turtle joins his side

“What are you idiots doin- oh” raoh says as Leo glares at both of the, Ralph quickly pushing Mickey away as the turtle yells, Ralph closing the door as arguing can be heard outside 

Leo sighs at his brothers idiotic behaviors before he feels you put your hand on his elbow 

“can you?” You ask as Leo realizes, putting his hands in the air as he backs away

“I didn’t mean! I-I mean you look good I just! I’ll wait for you outside the door!” He yells before basically jumping out of the door, you raise an eyebrow as this before you look to your chest

“idiot you grabbed my bra!”

He knows.

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Senses

Geppetto once told his puppet, “You were designed for your role”.

It was true.

Taste. Geppetto had not invested in developing tastebuds for Pinocchio. What use would his special puppet have for a tongue? When designing Pinocchio, he was half tempted to do without a tongue altogether. But it would have hindered Pinocchio’s ability to speak should he require it. And to Geppetto, the master craftsman, it just wouldn’t have made the puppet seem complete. So, Pinocchio was permitted a tongue.

Nose. Pinocchio had fewer smell receptors compared to humans. Krat was a shithole of smells. Certainly not a sense that would benefit being enhanced for a puppet warrior, Geppetto surmised. So Pinocchio was designed to only detect elements that could possibly harm him like the battery leakage of a puppet that was about to explode.

Ears. Pinocchio’s ears were as finely tuned as a rabbit. Though they did not move, they could pick up the subtle ticking of puppets miles away. He always knew where his enemy came from and could fight blindfolded. Understanding the decibels machinery could reach too, Geppetto ensured his puppet would be able to stand the sound of metal against metal. It would not do for his puppet to become deaf to his father’s voice.

Hands. Pinocchio’s hands were large, and they were supported by arms that could lift swords and cleavers the length of his height. His hands could rip open metal bars and swing open closed doors. They had sensors to detect and disperse heat, acid, water, ice, and electricity. They could withstand pressures that could crush most human hands. They were designed to tear puppets apart without causing their bearer any harm.

Eyes. Geppetto designed Pinocchio’s eyes to encompass the advantages of every living creature. His eyes could detect the slightest of movements from a distance and keenly observe his opponents up close, looking for weak points. He could split his vision or rotate his pupils, and had both thermal and hydro vision. The final touch was a thin protective layer wrapped around the eyeball, preventing it to take any damage. Pinocchio’s eyes no doubt cost a fortune, yet Geppetto knew the investment was a wise one as the puppet made lightning quick movements based on what he observed. They missed nothing.

Yes indeed. Pinocchio was a master craft. The magnum opus of a god-like artist. His entrance into Hotel Krat brought the change everyone was waiting for. They were endlessly thankful to the puppet and indulged his curiosity. Geppetto expected curiosity in his puppet. It was merely a side effect of ergo. What he did not expect was that Pinocchio’s curiosity was unsatiable.

Though Pinocchio could not taste anything, that did not stop you from including him during your meals. You noticed he was the only one without a plate. Though it made sense why, you couldn’t help but feel bad at the puppet who sat at the end of the table, doing nothing but watching the others eat. So you sat near him and placed your plate in front of him. Pinocchio glanced at you momentarily before his attention shifted down. He could see different textures and colours and the faint steam that rose above. You would point out all the items and show him how to cut or scoop the food to your mouth. Then you would eat, taking time to explain the taste and texture to him. Though he never ate the food, he would watch you, transfixed on what you were saying. Sometimes he even mimicked the way your jaws would move as you ate.

Though Pinocchio’s nose could only detect a few scents, that did not stop him from the act of smelling objects. He once saw you inhale a cloud of dust from some books and heard the sharp sound that came from you, a sneeze. This sneeze excited him, and he took to smelling things, wondering if such a sound would come out of him one day. Some days this sneeze would turn your nose red and made your voice sound funny. He didn’t like those days. You weren’t yourself on those days and it made him wonder if this sneeze could cause deaths. But it seemed your nose was capable of bringing you both misery and joy as you would bring items like flowers, clothes, and food to your nose and smile. It left him wondering what other smells existed out there.

Though no one could pity Pinocchio’s ears, Pinocchio himself was very dissatisfied. Such ears could not follow with the music he heard. He could not tell what he was playing or whether it was correct. Sometimes he would tug you to the piano and wait for you to explain how the dots on the paper related to the keys on the piano. You would try to explain things, but he would never quite get it. But when he discovered the records and heard how sounds got put together, he was unstoppable. At first, he pressed keys with an oddity that had you running out of the room. But soon, soft notes echoed throughout the hotel and sounded similar to the records Pinocchio brought home. Though he still didn’t quite understand what he was doing, judging by your smile and closed eyes as you listened, he knew he did something right.

Though Pinocchio’s hands could be equated to the might of the gods, his hands had never dared to touch anything that wasn’t intended for destruction. He would watch you play with Spring and was fascinated by the sounds the cat made – a sound very akin to the noises that came from his own build. He wanted to bring out that same noise, but Spring would hiss every time he came close. He would follow you around the Hotel as you worked, carrying whatever items you had recently collected for your library and archives. Then one day he accidentally broke a stained-glass piece you managed to salvage from the ruins of a house. He saw you cover your face and duck as the shards flew. By the time you lifted your face, the glass was cleaned up and he was gone. He stayed away and apart. So imagine his surprise when one day you reached for his hand. You noticed Pinocchio tracing the spines of the books you collected. You noticed the immobile hand he left out for Spring to approach. You saw the numerous attempts he made to fix the things he broke. And now you could see the surprise in his eyes as you reached for his hand. A natural adjustment to the surrounding light, Geppetto would explain.

It was possible that everything you did with Pinocchio was nothing more than engaging with a statue, but what was wrong in taking delight in the behaviour of another creature? So you watched him as he watched you. Though Pinocchio never denied his father’s explanations, sitting near you, holding a piece of twine for Spring play with, feeling her sheathed paws graze his fingers, and hearing your laughter made him doubt his father’s words for the first time.

#writing #fanfic #lies of p #lies of p fanfic #lies of p p #pinocchio #lies of p pinocchio x reader #pinocchio x reader #gender neutral reader

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: Giving first aid to the M6 when it's MC's fault that they're slightly hurt

~ you already know I had to do the reverse scenario! Link to part 1 below. Bone apple teeth - brainrot ~

- to set the scene -

You had recently been struck with some inspiration regarding a new spell idea and were frantically scribbling it down in your trusty notebook. You weren't sure how you would implement it, but if you could somehow combine latent spell magic with a time piece you might be able to set specific delays for it to take place ...

As you sharpen your pencil between pages of half formed plans, you hear the sound of the door opening and closing as your beloved walks in. As soon as they ask you about what you're up to, you're animatedly spewing your thought process. Just as they come up behind you for a hello kiss, you fling your hands wide in exasperation and the pencil in your hand smacks them across the face. Now you're turning around to see them wide-eyed, a tiny bead of blood welling up on their cheekbone.

Julian

Barely a moment's hesitation. This is his chance. This is his time to shine. There is so much dramatic potential for this.

See the drama, feel the drama, BE THE DRAMA

"Alas! Home I have come to greet my beloved, and I am met with the sharpest of lead!"

"Julian, darling, it's just a scratch."

"Tis the smallest of wounds doth smart the most. I am stung with the might of a thousand papercuts!"

He's throwing his whole body into the part at this point, staggering around the living room with one hand clasped over his cheek and the other tearing open his shirt to clutch at his chest

He definitely bangs his knee on a side table as he collapses onto the sofa while you approach him with your handkerchief

"Hold still, I need to wipe it off."

Clutching at you dramatically, not so subtly trying to pull you down on top of him while you dab at his cheek

"Tell me good doctor, is this to be my end? The light ... it calls to me ... is that you, mother? Say it isn't so! For I am held by my beloved angel as they tend to my wounds with all tenderness."

"You should be fine now, it's not even bleeding anymore."

Refuses to let you leave the couch

"I dare not ask you to stay by my side with this disfigurement, but let me at least know the sweetness of your kiss one last time -"

"You really don't need to be this dramatic-"

"I AM THE DRAMA"

You won't even be able to see the scratch in the morning, but his knee will be stiff for the rest of the week

Asra

Sputtering slightly, they didn't expect to get smacked in the face while bringing you tea

Doesn't realize he's injured, you were just getting to a really good point about release mechanisms and there's this tie dye inspired glitter bomb he's been working on for a while now ...

Wait, you look upset. What's wrong, how can they help, here's your tea, what's bothering you?

He's bleeding? He'll chuckle slightly as a single wave of his fingers heals it entirely, he's touched at your concern but it's nothing to get that upset about

Now you're pouting slightly, and it's adorable, and oh they can tease you about this can't they

He knows how to bide his time though, you've all but forgotten about it until later that evening when you're working on your shop inventory and he puts his hands up and freezes when he walks by

"Asra? What's wrong?"

"Oh nO, noT tHe PenCiL!"

When you wake up the next morning and go to start breakfast every knife and fork in the drawer has been enchanted to jump out of your fingers as soon as you pick them up

"Asra? What is this?!"

A smug, half-asleep voice floats across to you from the bed:

"You can't be trusted with pointy objects, MC, I want to keep my eyeballs."

"How am I supposed to make toast?!"

"I don't know MC, probably without giving the stove salamander cause to believe that it is is about to get skewered as well."

Nadia

Looking at you with both eyebrows raised, one hand slowly moving to touch her cheek

You're immediately scrambling to heal it with magic, promising it won't leave a scar, you're so sorry, it was an accident

She'll allow you to heal her and let you spew your apologies, one eyebrow raised as she regards you with a quiet smirk

"Tell me, MC, exactly how much damage could you do with a pencil?"

You're not sure if she's teasing you or genuinely curious, but hey, since she's asking may as well tell her

It's not hard to come up with ideas, half of effective magic use is creativity

The longer you talk, the more she shifts from amusement to awe. She knew that you would make a formidable foe, but with the right prompt your skillset and creativity are downright terrifying

Truly, a worthy court magician and life partner

She will develop a new habit from this, of pointing at mundane objects and asking you how you would weaponize it

Every time you answer she falls in love with you a little more

One time during a meeting with a power hungry courtier she got tired of his manipulative attempts and pointed at the quill pen in his hand

"Tell me, court magician, how could you most effectively use that to damage someone?"

She took great delight in watching the courtier's face slowly drain of color as you answered in gleeful detail

Muriel

Didn't really feel it, he gets whacked in the face way harder by tree branches all the time

But now you're reaching up at him, so gently, brushing your fingertips across his cheek with traces of magic and the most vulnerable look in your eyes

Are you? Are you about to kiss him? Okay, here goes -

You are now very confused. You just slashed him across the face with your pencil, and then he kissed you out of nowhere while you were trying to heal the scratch???

You're not complaining but you don't exactly follow the thought process here either

Now the two of you are looking at each other in awkward silence, blushing heavily while Inanna whines from secondhand embarrassment

Cue one of the most painful conversations you've ever had with him, the two of you stumbling over half-sentences as you explain yourselves, slowly wishing you could sink into the floor

At one point he asks why you didn't move away if you weren't trying to initiate a kiss, he didn't want to do anything you weren't asking for

When you tell him that you like him asking for affection his face goes up in flames

He still isn't comfortable touching you out of nowhere though, so now he has a little ritual of putting a pencil in your hand before he leans in for a kiss, so you know what to expect and have time to move away if you don't want it

Portia

"... Did you just stab me?"

Mostly just laughing in disbelief, she didn't see it coming and the look on your face is priceless

Won't let you near the scratch at first

"No, it's my battle scar! I look so cool with it, stop trying to wipe it away!"

Once you mention healing magic her interest is piqued, so she'll allow it

Now she wants you to teach her. It's been obvious that she has an affinity for magic, and being able to smooth over a scratch or blister or burn from baking would be a real lifesaver

The tricky thing is that learning healing magic requires some kind of injury to heal

You spend the evening practicing on some of the fruits in her gardens that have gotten a bit banged up, and then the next afternoon you stop by the kitchen with her to offer your healing services to the chefs

When she runs out of practice volunteers there, the two of you take to wandering the halls of the palace, asking whoever passes you if they've been recently injured and are willing to be practiced on

Nadia finds you in the gardens, asking one of the poor botanists if they know of anyone who's recently run into the poison ivy

"Portia, MC. Good afternoon. Would either of you be willing to enlighten me as to why several maids have reported concerns of illegal medical experimentation?"

She's amused by your explanation but you're not allowed to do magic practice on strangers any more

Lucio

This time it's your turn to say "oopsie", with the smuggest grin on your face

"MC! How could you!"

Cupping his cheek with his hand and giving you the biggest kicked puppy expression he can handle

Is he actually hurt? No. Can he even feel it? No.

Is this a potential way to get extra attention and affection from you? Yes, and he fully intends to take advantage of that

Will let you heal it because he likes the way your hand feels on his face but will keep using the fact that it happened to milk the situation

"How about a kiss, MC? You're busy? Too bad, and my cheek was really feeling sore too ..."

Pretty soon you can't deny him anything without him sending you the biggest puppy eyes and raising a hand (or gauntlet) to his cheek

"Lucio, that's the wrong side. I scratched you on the other cheek."

He'll rapidly switch over, sputtering the whole time with a blush and pout

"It's still sore! So can I get that kiss now?"

Eventually you get a little fed up and threaten to undo your healing magic. That slows him down a bit

Is it actually possible to "undo" healing magic? Probably not. Are you going to take the lack of attempts at guilt tripping anyway? Absolutely

He does pick up a habit of threatening people with pencils though

#the arcana brainrot #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana shitpost #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #lucio morgasson #muriel of the kokhuri

[echoalyssa]

Smoke Bomb | Pietro Maximoff

Authors Note - So HOPEFULLY this marks the return of my Tumblr... to those that are still here and messaging me to check in, thank you! This has been sitting in my drafts unpublished for over two years. Fingers crossed, I feel some of that old spark for writing coming back.

Summary - In the shower together, Sam, your best friend thinks it's funny to throw a smoke bomb into your shower and you end up chasing him with a towel wrapped around you throwing things at him. Piet has to hold you back with an arm around your waist and Sam cowers behind Bucky.

The water is hot, filling the shower cubicle with steam. There's music playing from the overhead speakers and that mixed with the sound of the water hitting the tile means you can't hear your boyfriend. Though you can feel him, he has you pressed against the shower wall. One of his legs is slotted between your thighs, one hand on your waist and the other is in your hair.

His lips are against yours, Piet is kissing you open mouthed and raw. His mouth is firm against yours, sure and his tongue explores your mouth.

You're lost in him, fully focused on the way the two of you fit together perfectly... that is until it suddenly gets very cold.

You shiver and the two of you turn. The large glass door is open and there stands your best friend, Sam.

Bucky stands behind him cackling with a hand over his eyes. And then Sam throws something into the shower.

Its Stark tech but with a twist because Tony wouldn't make something like this unless he wanted to prank someone. Tony makes weapons, devices that had purpose.

Blue smoke immediately starts spewing from both ends of the device and it smells so pungently strong of blue berries that you cough.

You stumble towards the shower door and practically fall through the door and onto the tile. Visibility is better out here though not to be described as great. Pietro stumbles out after you.

You snatch a towel off the rack and wrap it around yourself, "SAM!" you scream, just as you see Sam disappear through the doorway.

You're going to kill him. Your boyfriend wraps one around himself as well and darts after you as you dart after Sam and Bucky.

"SAM!" You yell again, "Bucky! I'm going to kill both of you!"

You catch up easily, and Piet with his super speed has no issue following the chase. You're grabbing random objects as you run, chucking them at the retreating figure. A tube of toothpaste, a box of tissues, a coat hanger, a boot.

Sam is screaming with laughter but seems to realize you're gaining on him too fast because he whirls around, hiding behind Bucky.

You're still advancing when an arm circles around hour waist. You know exactly who it is and you squirm in his arms, almost dropping the towel. There's a whoosh and then the towel is wrapped even tighter around you than before.

"I surrender!" Sam yells, and Bucky rolls his eyes in response. Bucky reaches behind him with his metal arm and pries Sam off of him, pulling so that he's standing right in your line of fire.

You launch your final item at him, a mascara wand and it hits him right between his eyeballs. It makes a loud smack sound and everyone quiets.

Sam's mouth opens and he looks like a fish gasping for air just staring at you.

Behind you Pietro breaks into laughter, pressing himself into your back while simultaneously clutching at his heart.

"You totally deserved that man." He manages between laughs.

Bucky is trying to slink away behind a corner but Pietro releases you and zooms to grab him. By the time his blur has stopped blurring the two are standing in front of you wrapped in an extension cord.

Pietro has a shit eating grin on his face as he holds a hand out to you and leads you away from the pranksters to the shower in Sam's room so that the two of you can resume the previous activities.

"No, please! The cooties! Use Bucky's instead!" You hear Sam yelling as the bathroom door swings shut and Pietro cranks up the water pressure, hands batting away the towel separating the two of you.

#marvel cinematic universe #marvel #pietro maximoff imagine #pietro maximoff #pietro x reader #pietro maximoff x reader

[waywardangel-wilds]

prompt by @triassictriserratops

Modern AU. Katniss and Peeta are best friends. She keeps sabotaging his relationships and he's finally fed up and confronts her about it.

[I'm sorry, I made it hilarious]

"Prim! Ew!" I pushed her away, falling backward on my bed as she shoved her phone in my face.

"Look!" Prim yanked on my hands, which I used to guard my eyeballs from her phone. "Oh my God. You are such a baby!"

"I don't want to see a cadaver! I don't care if it's for science! It's gross!" I shoved her away and rushed for the other side of the bed, throwing myself off it.

"Oh, I'm Katniss, and I love to be a scared little baby." She mocked in a breathy voice. "Look at me!"

"You're literally such a nerd you can't even bully me correctly."

"I-"

"What the fuck Katniss?!" We both jumped, hearing the front door slam open. Peeta's irritated face appeared at my doorway. "What in the-- oh hey, Prim."

Prim stared at him with her mouth open. Hanging upside down from my bed like that she looked twelve years old again. She glanced towards me with an alarmed expression.

"What right do you think you have to come in here like that?" Prim flipped herself right side up, pushing up against the mattress to sit up and glare at him.

"Uh-" Peeta looked sheepish. "Yeah, my bad."

"Your bad?!" Prim jumped off the bed. "'Your bad'? Fuck off!" She shoved him out of my doorway. "Apologize!"

"I-" Peeta's mouth opened and closed for a moment. He turned to glare at me, "No! Ask your sister what she did!"

"Um," I tried to speak up, but Prim waved me off.

"She did nothing; you're the one who came in here like a Neanderthal. Apologize!" She insisted.

"What? No!" Peeta tried to shoulder past her, but she pushed him back. He leaned against the hallway with a groan.

"Prim, you don't even live here. Go away." He said to the ceiling.

"How-"

"It's fine. Can I just talk to him? Alone?" I interrupted.

Prim looked into my eyes, picking up that I would be fine. She turned back to Peeta. "I'm going to be in the kitchen." She walked off.

"Bye!" Peeta said sarcastically. Under his breath, he added, "Little twerp."

"I heard that!" Prim shouted back. Peeta ducked out of the way of a flying object. "Ass!"

He stuck out his tongue at her. Turning my way, his face shifted from annoyed-at-Prim to actual anger.

"So..." I picked up a book from my nightstand. "You heard."

"I heard? Oh, man, did I!" He crossed his arms, looking incredulous. "Katniss, this got back to my mother. My dad called to ask me to go with them to church. Are you fucking kidding me?!"

I cringed, holding the book close to my chest. Peeta crossed the doorway into my room and shut the door behind him.

"I can't believe you would do this to me!" He was just getting started. I could tell he was highly wound up. An all-out rant was on the way. "Did I do something to you? Was I too nice to you? Did I feed you too much? Was it wrong of me to help you pass your driving test?"

I chewed on the inside of my cheek. Ouch.

"'Cause I've been wracking my brain for, like, I don't know, the past three hours trying to figure out why my best friend would throw me under the fucking bus!" The arms were above his head, oh man. "I'm in a sex cult?! Really? A doomsday sex cult. Do you have any idea how my parents are taking this? My mom was sobbing, sobbing. I don't think she's cried since 2008. My dad was saying that if I wanted to be gay, it was fine! But I didn't have to be in a cult to do it?! You told them I was in a gay doomsday sex cult?!"

"Yeah..."

"And, come to find out, it's not just my catholic parents who know this. My brothers," he started to list people off on his fingers. "My teammates, my coach, my girlfriend, Haymitch fucking Abernathy, for Christ's sake. I should thank my lucky stars that my Gammy doesn't know, she'd drop dead!"

If it was possible to cringe harder, I would do it right then.

"Are you going to say anything?" his voice got quiet. He stared at me with wide, unbelieving blue eyes. As if he were seeing me for the first time, and whatever he saw, it was freaking him out. "You just torpedoed my whole fucking life. Do you get that?!"

The book fell from my hands, and to make matters worse, I started to cry.

"I didn't mean for it to get this far!" I sobbed, my hands fluttering about my face. "I didn't even mean to say it! And then Glimmer told everyone. I just wanted her to go away!"

"What." He blinked at me. He looked crazed. "What. The. Fuck. WHAT THE FUCK! What are you saying?!"

"I was just trying to make it stop," I hiccuped, choking on some deeply intense sobs. "I never wanted to start a rumor. I swear it on my life, Peeta. I would never do that to you!"

Peeta stepped up to me the way someone would a live mine. He put his hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes. He still looked insane. "I." he cleared his throat. "I could kill you, I fucking swear it, Katniss. What in the world possessed you to tell people I was in a gay doomsday cult?!"

I wailed guiltily as Peeta lightly shook me. "I don't know!"

"Tell me!"

"I don't know!" I insisted, covering my face. "All I did was tell Christie you were in a cult so she wouldn't go out with you! Johanna added the gay part! I guess someone else said it was a suicide one. I swear! I'll swear it on Prim's life. Oh! Let's do a blood pact!" Peeta stared at me as if I lost my mind while I grabbed him by the shoulders to shake him back. "Yes! It'll be like being kids again! I have a knife!"

"I'm not doing a blood pact with you!" He stepped away from me as if repelled by some deep, intense force. "You're fucking tainted! Traitor! Judas!"

"I'm not Judas!" I sobbed.

"Judas!" he pointed at me.

"Peeta, come on, please!" I wiped a hand against my eyes. "It was an accident, I swear."

"Why did you say I was in a cult at all??"

"It doesn't even matter!" I bellowed miserably, turning to collapse face down on my bed. "Christie went out with you anyway."

"What does Christie have to do with anything???"

"You're supposed to be my best friend," I accused, pointing a shaking finger blindly. "Not Christie's."

"What?" I felt the bed dip. "Katniss, why are you doing this?"

"I don't want you to have a girlfriend," I moaned. I was so pathetic. "You're going to fall in love and leave me forever."

"Why would me getting a girlfriend stop us from being friends?"

"Don't you get it?" I sat up to stare at him. "I don't want you to have a girlfriend."

"Why?" He said insistently.

"BECAUSE I WANT TO BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" I screamed. I put both my hands on his chest and shoved him. "Why are you so dense?"

Peeta stared at me, shocked. He was half on the floor and half on my bed. "You want to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes!" I pulled on my hair. "Isn't it obvious? I moved with you to butt fuck nowhere so we could go to college together."

"I thought you just wanted to save on rent!"

"WHY?!" I tossed a pillow at him. "I could have just stayed with my dad back home."

"Oh."

"Yeah," I looked away, smoothing a hand over my messed-up hair.

"Well, you could have just said that instead of ruining my entire life." Peeta climbed back onto the bed. "I thought you knew I liked you."

"WHAT"

"What do you mean what?!"

"Exactly what I mean!"

"Oh my god," Prim rolled her eyes from the kitchen and took a long drink from her glass. "They're idiots."

#writing prompt #prompt #story prompts #thg fanfic #thg #the hunger games

[awingedllama]

thank you for the kind words :) of course i can make a tutorial, it's actually super simple!

1: Open up Sims 4 Studio and press CTRL+Shift+C, like you would in-game. Type 'object-preview' into the Cheat Console.

2: Search 'bassinet' and click on the Warehouse on the studio tab. The resources in red are EA's default newborn skin.

3: Shift+click to select multiple resources - make sure the instance numbers match the ones in the pic above. Then click on 'Batch Export'. Don't change the file name from 'export.binary'.

4: This is how the images should be named after saving, for reference. (this step is really just an excuse to sneak in a lil pic of my son hamster, heh)

5: Once you've got your images, close the object previewer. Click on 'Tools' to create an empty package.

6: Click 'Batch Import' and select the images you've just saved.

And you've got your default replacement package! Now you can export the images (as .dds to preserve the alpha channel!) and edit them however you like, then re-import them.

The two light grey DST images are the normal maps (just a diaper by default). The pink ones are specular maps (just the eyeball). The greyscale ghost-looking ones are the actual overlay texture.

and if this seems like too much work feel free to just use my replacement .package as a base lol

#s4 tutorial #asks #replies

[ckret2]

"..happened to be able to see the dimension that light comes from... in terms of how cosmological important this weirdness was, it was about on par with any other random genetic oddity, like having six fingers." It seems like being able to visually confirm special relativity would be a big deal in our world. Or was it a big deal a couple of generations ago, but you can only learn so much from eyeballing it and math matters more?

Shapes have had Bill's condition as long as there have been shapes. Not a lot, but enough for it to be a known thing.

Historically, the most important part of this condition was that it let you see "through" objects, which was a pretty cool apparently-psychic ability no one could explain; but not worldchanging.

As far as anyone knew, the weird points of light on the "outside" of their "normal" vision was just some sort of strange psychological phenomenon—brain producing static in your peripheral vision. Probably not even real. The only thing to contradict this assumption was eclipses, but that amounted to "hey I know one of those guys who can see through walls and he can also see when an eclipse is coming a couple weeks early. Interesting, huh? Must be another psychic thing."

Seeing stars didn't confirm the existence of the third dimension.

The discovery of the third dimension explained what those points of light they'd been seeing were.

Astronomy did a lot more to change psychics' lives than psychics did to change astronomers' lives.

By Bill's time, there were people with his condition in the budding field of astronomy. But they weren't there to graciously hand over the answers of the universe to befuddled scientists; they were there seeking a scientific understanding for a strange phenomenon they'd experienced since childhood. The fact that they could visually confirm what the machines detected was cool, but yeah, math matters more when you're doing stuff like trying to triangulate the mass and distance of the sun that your colleague cheerily explains looks like a white circle.

On a day-to-day basis, a psychic in an observatory is more helpful for stuff like "our spectrometer isn't working, can you look through it and see what the problem is before we open it up and mess with its guts?" ("Yeah, looks like a little blue wire at the back broke loose." "You're a miracle worker.")

#anonymous #ask #bill goldilocks cipher