#practice on chaos theory but missed

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Megatron's Opposite Day

"I free slaves"

This is Soundwave binding Ratbat but seeing as Megatron did the same thing to Pentius by putting his spark into Trypticon and reformatted Rumble and Frenzy into cassettes against their will I think he approves a lot of this practice

Megatron on Optimus and humans, after his defeat in All Hail Megatron ⬇️

he really salty

"I implant ideology" aka brainwashing

Decepticon cause = Megatron. nuff said.

"I liberate cities" says the person who let Nyon burn to make a point

Cities are too small, think bigger

Holding New York hostage.

"Like Autobots, they believe in the sanctity of life" which he doesn't. Kudos for being honest.

Allowing troops to do free-rein massacre is a reward for conquest. Nothing like some easy murder for de-stressing.

The Simanzi massacre which halved the Cybertronian population is off-screen so it doesn't deserve its own pic

"The revolution"

"We only feel good when we stand with a blade in one hand and a throat in another" "Let's make the entire face of the planet into our new gladiator arena"

What nice, confidence-inspiring revolutionaries. I'm sure they'll rule the population with benevolence after they've killed all the Necessary People with Necessary Violence. Final interpretation of what constitutes as Necessary is reserved for the sole discretion of Megatron, ofc.

Good goals.

Sentinel might be an absolute asshole but at least he's got one thing right: they're literally a gang of thugs who gets high off murder.

"The people are my utmost concern"

'The people': ................

"Battling for freedom"

Freedom of what? Function? Autonomy?

Religion?

the ability to choose whether to fight? on which side to fight?

Idk why they used the word "pogrom" for this, it's way too specific

Anyways it doesn't matter, they won't be missed.

Good for Bumblebee for calling him out. Screenshotted this just to appreciate Megatron's bitchy face ⬇️

Other urban legends:

"Megatron loves Cybertron" let's just burrrrn it

He did fight to save Cybertron in Chaos Theory but also made it pretty clear why he did it. It's not out of the goodness of his heart or any sentimental reasons like that. It's an ego/dominance thing.

Plus his wording when he's trying to convince Optimus to let him go with the Lost Light: "I broke the planet. And that, Optimus, is why I owe it to you - to everyone - to find a replacement."

Replacement.

In other words: I made a mess and can't be bothered to clean it up, so I want to get away from it and find somewhere new to start clean.

I don't think Optimus appreciates the favour.

"Megatron tore down a corrupt government" which is true, just too bad that he's worse

He's also, um, a closeted Zeta admirer?

"Megatron advocates equality" ???

Megatron x dictatorship is literally his OTP. They were inseparable for four million years. A lot of people died trying.

"Megatron cares about the Decepticons" no he doesn't. Not his troops nor its cause.

Like for one thing he treats them with complete scorn

Admits that the most useful thing about keeping Starscream around is that he can bully underlings into line

Wants to use the humans' nuke to get rid of his troops and reformat them into peaceful drones after they outlive their use because they were "too ruthless" for his perfect peaceful society

Has zero scruples about fighting Deceptigod, just affronted that his own soldiers are being used against him

And basically just drops the Decepticons like a bag of vermin after he surrenders. He never once mentions them of his own accord, other than to insist he has nothing to do with them. Even his surrender speech is something Optimus makes him do as exchange b/c he wants to go on parole. He wasn't planning on making a public address otherwise, he was just going to leave them hanging.

Looking at the publication timeline, Megatron started out as an established Evil McEvilson-type villain similar to how he is in G1 and it's not until Chaos Theory in 2011 that JRo really gave him a sympathetic backstory that drew his characterization away from the bloodthirsty pugno ergo sum warlord into someone who once held ideals about societal reform and remains convinced of his own moral supremacy throughout the 4 mill years of death and war, adding worldbuilding such as Functionism/oppression/government corruption as justification for the beginning of the Decepticon movement. But because the start of the Decepticons was already written in Megatron Origins and every evil thing he'd done up till Chaos Theory can't be retracted and they had to keep Megatron as a villain until his story was no longer central to the Autobot-Decepticon war line, and JRo didn't try to downplay the atrocities he'd committed (some of the most sadistically disturbing things Megatron did were exclusively in MTMTE flashbacks), but rather tried to distance him from them and placed the focus on the juxtapositions to emphasize change, this as a whole just resulted in Evil McEvilson getting turned into Hyper McHypocrite.

#That being said I genuinely enjoyed Megatron's redemption arc in mtmte/ll. It's one of those stories that's very poignant and moving #on an emotional level #even though the plot itself doesn't hold up that much under close scrutiny. #moved this to the tags to make the post cleaner #I would've liked it more if LL used a few more panels to show Megatron Actually Making Friends #instead of shunting him into a parallel universe for idk how many issues in an already limited run #transformers #idw transformers #maccadam #megatron #trying to clear out more screenshots

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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 15

I can't believe we're at 15 already :O

MASTAPOST

Danny looked at Damian. Damian looked at Danny. They looked at the smoldering remains of the Atlantean barracks, the scores of soldiers whose feet were frozen to the floor or to each other, bearing incredibly precise scorch marks from the wrist ray (maybe he should take confiscate that soon). They looked at the retreating soldiers, some of whom were openly sobbing. Danny looked at the helmet Damian acquired from their poor Atlantean victims, and the bow and arrow strapped over his chest. He looked at the overflowing satchels full of plant-based food they had plundered from the town. The unluckiest of them sported Damian-shaped bite marks on their exposed skin, a very painful reminder to not enter the kid’s personal space.

“You said we were just gonna get a map.”

Damian crossed his arms and honest-to-god pouted. Or scowled. It was a scowly pout. “It was not my fault you lost control over your powers.”

Danny’s face went blank. “Who was the one who demanded to see the seahorses and stick around even after we got what we needed?”

And you know what? Danny could honestly admit the seahorses were pretty cute. Was it worth risking their lives? Probably not, even if with Danny’s powers, there wasn’t much risk to them at all. It was the principle of the thing.

Damian at least had the decency to look a little embarrassed. “Is it truly my fault if I wish to admire our planet’s marine biodiversity up close?”

“Yes, Damian. Absolutely.”

“It matters not. Besides, the Atlanteans deserve what happened to them.”

Now that excuse wiped the deadpan off Danny’s face, leaving him in open-mouthed disbelief.

Damian continued. “We have done nothing to them, and yet they regard our mere presence with fear, and take up arms despite there being no hostility from us.”

Danny looked back to smoldering ruins. Granted, it was just a barracks and a few watchtowers, but still. The Atlanteans fear of them was starting to feel a little justified. Did the first settlement Damian raided yesterday suffer a similar fate?

He ran his hands down his face. Scratch the bloodthirsty theory. He was beginning to think Damian intentionally got them caught to have an excuse to wreck the Atlanteans. Then there were the weapons. One look at Damian’s satisfied face as he looked over the destruction practically confirmed it.

Man, kids really were menaces, weren’t they? Maybe he should’ve thought more carefully before agreeing to travel thousands of miles alone with this chaos kid. Was it the siren instincts? Youngblood was similarly unhinged. Maybe it just released his inhibitions.

His distress must have been visible, because Damian tutted once his silence went on too long. “I was being merciful to them. With my skills, I could have easily gut them like the fish I very reluctantly eat, but no longer have to thanks to having plundered their food stores.”

“You know what? I’m not gonna even try to unpack all of that. That’s a job for my sister.” The elder siren patted his shoulders. “Get on, we’ve got places to go.”

Damian beamed as he swam around Danny and latched on, head held high. And honestly? Danny would be an absolute hypocrite if he said he didn’t absolutely enjoy whooping the high and mighty bigots a new one.

“Hey B.”

Bruce could hear the strain on Tim’s voice. Even now, the boy was clacking away at the Batcomputer. He probably hadn’t taken more than a five-minute break.

“Tim.” Bruce said. He considered his next words. He was never one for talking much. It had become difficult to emote strongly after that night in Crime Alley.

“Still hacking into the GiW, and going over missing person cases. Haven’t found anything. I’ll post you when I do.” Tim said, all in work mode. Bruce sighed.

“Thank you, Tim, but I know it’s getting late at home. When was your last break?”

Tim didn’t say anything, but Bruce could practically hear the pout.

“I know you’re worried. I am too, but the Batcave will still be there in the morning.”

Tim hummed, still defiant to the last. “We’re losing valuable time. I can handle it. I handled Damian’s… everything. This is nothing. I’ve only been awake for sixteen hours.”

And wasn’t that half the issue.

Bruce took a deep breath. Countless hours of miming with Alfred, and talking to cardboard cutouts of his children.

“I’ve been worrying, Tim.” Just calmly. Just ease into the words. Don’t freak Tim out or scare him away.

“All you ever do is worry, and now it’s Damian so you’re worried even more.”

“I’m…” The lump in his throat grew. It felt like breaking glass to push through. “I’m worried about you.”

Silence on the line.

Bruce continued, stumbling into dark. “H-How are you feeling right now?”

A chair scraped on the other end., followed by retreating footsteps. “Nope. Nope. Not doing this.”

Bruce’s stress hiked. “Wait, Tim!”

The footsteps stopped, although Tim remained silent. Words, words, words, words. What did his manual say about this kind of situation?

“Thank you. I know you and Damian haven’t been on the best terms. But it… It’s…”

Bruce rapidly flipped through his manual, before deciding on the right word, before Tim could get away. “It’s… I’m proud of you. I always have been. And I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

The footsteps resumed, twice as fast as before. Bruce could barely make out muttering about coffee hallucinations. That was good, was it? Bruce looked over his checklist over and over again. Surely he hadn’t missed something?

Maybe he needed to review his notes before talking to Dick…

Arthur Curry, better known to the world as Aquaman, regarded the messaged sent to the palace from the Pacific frontier. The kingdom had benefitted immensely once the zeta system and advancements in instant communication allowed for him to easily communicate with every corner of the country in seconds.

The contents were worrying. Very worrying, in fact. He would almost have dismissed it as impossible, if he weren’t keenly aware of how much damage a clever enough child could do. Memories of the various Robins’ exploits around the Watchtower flashed through his mind, giving him goosebumps.

Never again.

It was a luxury which appeared unable to be afforded to him, as an attendant entered the room and handed him a second message, bound in twine and seaweed. Arthur thanked her, and opened the letter.

Another raid by the same child, this time accompanied by a young teenager. A young teenage siren. The local barracks destroyed, several watchtowers toppled, and food stores plundered. The two sirens fled soon after. About thirty injured personnel, but no casualties, and no civilian injuries either, thank goodness.

It was one of the strangest raids parties he’d ever seen. Usually siren pods descended on vulnerable border towns like a landslide, bringing dozens or hundreds of warriors charging through the countryside, pillaging farmland and razing whole buildings to the seafloor. Arthur transitioned to the archives to continue his research, pulling thousand-year-old records from their carefully preserved cases. His earliest predecessors had seen countless deaths to these war parties, before the Atlantean military was formalised and modernised.

The raids also occasionally took hostages. Sometimes adults or the elderly. Usually children. Arthur’s heart ached at his most vulnerable subjects being stripped away from their families. Those hostages taken were often never seen again, even as Atlantean forces made repeated incursions into siren territory to search for them. They would always be repelled back before finding any.

But one pattern was always clear with the raiders. Although those barbarians took Atlantean children for whatever sick purposes, they never brought their own children to fight. Some of his people believed they didn’t even have children, that they spawned spontaneously as fully formed spirits of destruction and rage.

It looked like those theories were untrue. But what circumstances could produce such a strange result? The first report only described a single siren child, who looked to be about five years old or so by Atlantean standards. The second report confirmed the reappearance of that child, now in tandem with a teenager who still appeared very young. Were they brothers? The reports stated the older one had translucent white and black skin, almost like glass, to the point where even his internal organs were faintly transparent. The younger siren sported a dark green coat, and golden fins and highlights. Neither before or after they struck did the soldiers ever catch a glimpse of an adult.

Could they be orphans? Arthur’s heart panged. Even if they were technically his enemies, he hated the fact that children were the victims of this continued conflict. Despite attempts to work out a peace treaty between his kingdom and the sirens, it could never work out. Atlantis was one kingdom with one king, but the siren pods spent as much time squabbling between themselves as with Atlantis.

Outside of their age and lack of supervision, the children also sported another deviation: Their choice in weaponry. While the capital invested in preferred to traditional weapons, favoring especially polearms like the spear, trident and javelin. Siren war bands in the past favored the bow and arrow, using their superior speed to outmanoeuvre and outrange Atlantean soldiers. Many men and women were lost to their feigned retreat tactics, to the point where every new recruit had to be drilled again and again to never pursue ‘retreating’ sirens.

The elder of the two raiders fought with only his magic, firing icy beams and throwing spears of ice. This was where the duo was most similar to typical siren warriors, contrasting against the disciplined and measured sorcery taught to Aqualad and others his age.

What was alarming was how the younger boy fought. He slashed at one poor soldier who got too close with a sword in his first attack. Mauled six others with his teeth in the second. At ranged he wielded a strange contraption on his wrist, capable of rapidly firing concussive energy beams that let him suppress and disrupt soldiers triple his size.

The sirens were never interested in technological development in the same way as the Atlanteans did, and never had they possessed a weapon even close to as advanced as the one sported by the tiny child.

Arthur’s eyes furrowed. Could it be that some third party was supplying Atlantis’ enemies? How long before another army gathered, before the kingdom faced another existential threat like Pariah Dark had once posed?

Arthur’s Justice League communicator vibrated. The king of Atlantis picked up the call.

“Arthur.” It was Bruce. “This is urgent.”

“What do you need?”

“What information has your kingdom got on sirens?”

“What a coincidence, because I’ve just received two new reports from the Pacific frontier…”

“… As for this Phantom character, the culprit of the attack seems to match your description perfectly.”

Bruce furrowed his eyes. He marked the location where Phantom had last struck. The boy was heading south, along the California Current. For what reason? Was he migrating according to his needs as a species, or was he searching for another haunt? Was he going further south or would he turn west once he neared the equator and follow the current there?

Six months of stalking a human town, fighting off other sirens, only to abandon it once the GiW came out in force, and then start marauding Atlantean settlements out of nowhere? Something extraordinary had to have happened. According to Arthur, Phantom had never been seen by his soldiers before. Perhaps Phantom had completed whatever goals he had in Amity, and was transitioning to his next move on Atlantis.

Phantom was young, or at least appeared young. Likely no older than fifteen. The fact that no records show any similar pattern of behaviour ruled out the possibility of it being some kind of coming-of-age ceremony. It seemed Phantom was an outlier among his species.

If sirens travelled in pods, then where was Phantom’s?

“It’s funny you mention that, since he wasn’t alone. There was a tiny child with him. I think he was about five years old or so. The boy carried weapons like a warrior, and blasted my soldiers with energy beams from a futuristic wrist gun. I’ll sent you the sketch the commander sent me.”

Bruce confirmed his receipt of the sketch. His eyes widened.

Emblazed on the gun’s side was a very familiar logo, a flaming blue F for Fenton.

The conversation ended soon after, with Arthur promising to forward him translated copies of the reports.

Bruce clasped his hands, holding them tight as he pondered (not brooded, despite what Dick insisted).

It seemed Phantom’s lack of morality couldn’t sink further. He had manipulated Amity Island teenagers into assisting him, and now he was leading what was basically a toddler half of Damian’s age into dangerous battles against trained soldiers.

Bruce’s will hardened with righteous anger. This Phantom was barely fresh off his last crime before preying on another child. He had to be stopped.

Suddenly he had three children to save now.

Please be ok, Damian…

#dpxdc #danny fenton #merman #damian wayne #dcxdp #merboy #angst #mermaid au #atlantis #atlanteans #good parent bruce wayne #arthur curry #bruce wayne is bad at feelings

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Professor, Please - Dr. Ian Malcolm x Reader || Fluff \ Smut

Summary: When your grades slip due to your fantasizing about your sexy professor, you would do damn near anything to get your grades back up.

Prompt: Would you be comfy with writing, professor! Ian x student!f!reader??? Like they started fucking because of “grades but in reality, they’re both head over heels for each other

Word Count: 1,179

Date Posted: 05.13.23

TW: Breeding, Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Nipple Play, Praise, Slight Edging, Teacher/Student Relationship.

Note: Remember that kink is customizable, and there is no right way to do it as long as you’re keeping safe. We play by Safe, Sane, and Consensual here, but there is also Risk Aware Consensual Kink and Personal Responsibility, Informed Consensual Kink. Don’t yuck anyone’s yum, I am willing to answer any questions that I can.

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You were completely zoned in class. The only thought in your brain was how much you wanted to go home and rub one out so you could get back to work.  Not that you didn’t enjoy the subject. You thought that Chaos Theory was fascinating. It wasn’t your fault you were so out of it. The professor was the cause of your distracted state. 

Dr. Ian Malcolm was sex on legs, and arousal burned in you from the moment you first stepped into his class at the beginning of the semester. Black dress shirt partially unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, dark jeans that accentuated the length of his legs, paired with black boots - You practically came on the spot. Dr. Malcolm had these long, lithe fingers that you caught yourself fantasizing about constantly. 

“Class dismissed,” Ian called out. The sudden movement of your classmates snapped you back into reality. You’d missed the entire lecture. “Miss Y/L/N, I need to have a word with you before you leave.” 

Shit. Your stomach fell out of your ass. You packed your things into your backpack, hands shaking. You slung your backpack over your shoulder and nervously adjusted your shorts that had ridden up and settled into the crease between your hips and your thighs. You weren’t sure your legs would hold you up as you made your way down to the lectern at the front of the lecture hall. You could practically feel his gaze burning into you as his eyes followed you down the aisle. 

“Y/N, right? Is it all right if I call you that?” He asked, leaning casually against the lectern, arms folded over his chest, pulling his shirt open just enough for you to get a peak at his chest hair. 

“Yes, Sir, that’s fine.” You swallowed thickly, forcing your eyes to his. 

“Y/n, are you aware that your grades in this class are abysmal? Is everything okay? You seem distracted.” 

Of course, he could see right through you. 

“I’m sorry, Dr. Malcolm. I will try to be more focused in the future.” 

“At this rate, Y/n, you’re not going to pass this class. Even if you manage to focus up for the rest of the semester.” He sighed disappointedly.  “It's a shame, and You were recommended highly by the other professors when you signed up for this class.” 

“Professor, please, I will do almost anything to improve my grades. I can’t afford to fail this class.” 

“Why don’t we head back to my office to discuss your options.” 

You gripped Ian’s desk tightly, muffling your moans with your hand. Your shorts were pulled down around your thighs, just enough for him to slide in between your legs; your thong was pulled off to the side, the thin fabric surely soaked. 

“Fuck, Professor, please,” You moaned into your hand as he railed you from behind, one of his hands wrapped up in your hair. 

“God, you feel good, Y/n,” Ian growled, grip on your hair tightening. 

“Thank you, Professor,” You gasped out between thrusts. 

“You on birth control?”

“Yes, Professor.” 

“Good, ‘cus I’m not pulling out.” 

Your pussy clenched around him, a flood of arousal soaking his cock. 

“You just got so wet, Baby,” He tugged on your hair so he could growl in your ear, “Do you like the idea of me filling you with my seed?” 

“Yes, Professor,” You moaned as he slowed his thrusts just enough to give you a breather.

“Fuck,” He chuckled, “You’re a little slut, huh?” 

You whimpered underneath him. The threat of someone walking in on the two of you was not far from your mind. With the way that he was fucking you, you couldn’t care less if someone found you. 

“Just for you, Professor.” 

He thrust fast into you, your little breather over. The sound of skin slapping skin and moaning filling his office. He reached his free hand around your front, cupping your breast. Your nipples were stiff against his warm palm. The scratching of your bra against your taught had you whimpering beneath him. It was just enough to get you to the edge but not get you off. You would have given anything to orgasm while his cock was still buried inside you. 

“Tell me you want me to come in you,” Ian demanded, close to orgasm himself. 

“I want you to come in me, Professor, please,” You whined, desperate to tip over the edge yourself. His thrusts stuttered, and he buried himself as deep as he could in your pussy. You could feel his cock twitching as he spilled inside you. 

Slowly he pulled out, dropping to his knees. 

“What‘re you-” 

Your question was cut off by a long swipe of his tongue up your pussy, cleaning up the mess he’d made. He flicked his tongue against your clit, trying out different speeds and motions until he found the one that made you weak in the knees. 

You’d had a few boyfriends in your life, but none could compare to the way this man was devouring you. Ian was like a man starved. He was eating you out like you were his last meal. 

“Fuck, Professor, Please, I can’t take much more,” You whined. He gripped your thighs tightly but said nothing. The message was clear; you were not going anywhere until you came on his tongue. It was like every nerve in you was set on fire, as even your face began to tingle. You were so close, and that hot coil began to twist in your stomach. The eruption was imminent. Your legs spasmed beneath you as you orgasmed hard against his tongue, whimpering some form of his name. 

“Good girl,” He cooed as he tucked your thong back in place and pulled your shorts back up over your ass. “Meet with me every other week after class.” 

“Yes, Professor,” You nodded as you righted yourself, hoping to calm your flushed face before you left his office. 

“I expect you to focus in future classes, Y/n,” Ian said seriously, two fingers tucked underneath your chin so you couldn’t shy away from him. 

You were hooked on him ever since. Bi-weekly meetings in his office soon weren’t enough for either of you. You’d begun sneaking off to his condo in the middle of the night after your roommates were long asleep. Hookups turned into him making you dinner and stuttering excuses to your roommates when you spent the night. 

Tonight you were wrapped up in his arms, lying on the couch as some movie you weren’t really paying attention to played on the television. You drew lazy circles on his chest as he rubbed your back gently. You couldn’t imagine a more beautiful man at this moment. 

“What?” He chuckled softly as he caught you staring. 

“Nothin’. I just love you.” You were so relaxed it took you a full moment for your brain to catch up with your words. Neither of you had said it until this moment. 

Ian smiled, “I love you too.” 

Tags: @glowstick-anon

#ian malcolm x reader #dr. ian malcolm x reader #jurassic park x reader #jurrasic world x reader #dr. ian malcolm #ian malcolm #jurassic world #jurassic park #05.13.23

[looseratinthegarage]

Yautja reacting to S/o’s cute aggression

A distraction from my troubles, I’m still working on asks don’t worry! But mental health come first baby <3

(Not prof read, my gf was being needy lol I love her sm tho)

Tw: insinuated smexy time at the end, always assume foul language :)

•You were visiting his sister, she just had another suckling and the both of you were invited to meet him. After a couple of hours traversing the galaxy, you landed on Yautja Prime. The home world of the Yautja. Luckily she lived in a remote village, not a large city, which would have been problematic.

•Your mate opened the hatch and you began descending the ramp of his ship. You used to get dirty looks, but these Yautja are all used to you by now, not that they like you, some do! But most don't… You interlock hands and walk to her home. She’s the chieftess of this clan, so she basically lives in a mini tree mansion.

•You both walk in and see beautiful chaos. Some of the other, older, younglings were wrestling and hadn’t noticed your presence yet. You cleared your throat and they quickly stopped, fearing their mother was upset, but at seeing the both of you their faces lit up.

• “Sute! Y/n!” The rambunctious twins yell in unison

•They run and practically tackle you to the ground, not your mate, he seemed unfazed by the climbing. You picked the boy up and nuzzled your face against his.

• “Well, well, looks like they missed you both.” Shev’a held her tiny suckling in her arms

•You both put the younglings down and approached her. Your mate rubs his head against hers and your heart practically melts, you love seeing them interact. She then looks at you and leans down, allowing you to greet her the same way.

• “It’s a pleasure to see you and your lineage again, Shev’a.” You politely bow your head, she smiles fondly and hands you the newest member

•You smile, you’ve never seen a baby Yautja, only kids and older. You wiggle your finger in front of him playfully. He reaches up and grabs you with his tiny hands, brings your hand to his face, and begins to nibble. You chuckle and let him suck on your finger for a moment, considering he only had gums, there was no issue, but when his teeth come in…

• “Excuse me for a moment, I must attend to something.” Shev’a excuses herself and walks up the tree’s stairs

• You couldn’t handle how cute this baby was!! So much cuter than human babies, at least in your opinion. You say, 'Oh, you are so cute I could just eat you up!’ or ‘I just want to squeeze your little mandibles!’

•Your mate is rather concerned by this, looking at you with a face of disbelief and his mouth agape.

• “Why do you wish to harm my sister's offspring?” He whisper-yelled to you almost in a panic.

•You raise your eyebrow, then remember the cultural difference. You giggle and shake your head.

• “We humans get something called ‘cute aggression’, saying you want to pinch a baby’s cheeks, or mandibles, signals to the mom your intention to approach and engage, or cute aggression might be a kind of coping mechanism for those of us who feel emotionally overwhelmed by cuteness. One theory is that it ‘reminds you how much bigger and stronger you are physically than this cute little thing,’. It’s a very interesting subject actually.” You ramble, but this puts your mate's mind at ease

• “Humans are starting to interest me.” Shev’a steps down the last stair, cleary had been listening to us the whole time

•Sute seemed to tense up at her presence, but she seemed rather calm. She walked over to you and nuzzled your head as she purred. She lightly took the suckling back and kissed his forehead.

• “Oh calm down brother, I find y/n’s human custom cute, I don’t think they’d hurt my offspring.” Shev’a’s laugh bellows through the house

•He seemed to greatly relax after hearing this. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close.

• “I want a suckling or three someday.” You absentmindedly spoke then gasped at being picked up

• “We will visit again soon, Shev’a, I must breed my mate.” Sute proudly states, causing you to blush madly

• “I wish you luck and fertility!” She shouts as you leave the house, hoping you’ll hear it

• “T-thanks Shev’a!” You stutter as your mate practically sprints to his ship

#horror #slashers #slasher community #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #predator x reader #alien vs predator #alien vs predator requiem #predator hc #predator #male pred #breed kink #slasher #yautja x reader #yautja

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Eris Week 2024: Rules, Prompts, and FAQ

Welcome to the official Eris Week Blog!

This post is intended to serve as a master post for the entire event. It will include the dates, prompts, rules, and a FAQ! Make sure to click the read more to get ALL the information!

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[the-mighty-jellybean]

The Hound of Hell's Kitchen

A/N: Hi Guys, so let's do this, brand new book, with a brand new fascination of mine. This is going to be a/b/o dynamic because I'm loving fics like this recently. I've been doing more research on this dynamic and how I can improve from my Stucky one. Including new terms and practices within this AU. Anyway, let's get on with this book.

Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou

Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader

Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language

(18+ Only)

Chapter One: Laws of the Concrete Jungle

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Angst, Violence

Word Count: 2.9k

"Start from the beginning, Miss Y/L/N," the man in red spectacles probed, "and we'll take it from there."

-------------A Few Hours earlier----------

"I heard, it's eyes glow like the devil."

"That's bullshit. I've heard when it howls, the ground shakes with the force of a thousand earthquakes."

Y/N quietly snorted to herself as she eaves-dropped on the two blabbering Beta's across from her on the subway. She quickly looked down at her feet, when the two men looked up at her, she reached into her bag to grab the small spray bottle, which contained her industrial sent blocker. Y/N was quick to apply the spray to her wrists, rubbing it in firmly, the blockers own scent was masked by the perfumed fragrance of rose and lavender. The men look away, Y/N rouse was bought, and the men carried on their conspiracy theories, Y/N electing to tune out this time.

The subway groaned under the weight of its cargo, as it pulled itself around the city. Y/N knew how it must have felt, supporting the people of this city, thankless; as it fulfils its purpose society had created it for.

Society.

What a joke that word was to Y/N. Society had done nothing for Y/N since the day she was born. In school, Y/N was taught that Society is what keeps the world ticking, without Society, the world descends in to chaos. Society and natural order was what kept people under control, and in their places.

What was Y/N's role?

Well the one Society had chosen for her, left her vulnerable; left her unable to work; unable to support herself; it had left her without a family; and all in all, she was alone within this society.

The natural order, Y/N was told to follow, left her at the bottom of the pile. An Omega, an unmated Omega at that.

The law stated that Y/N was not allowed to work, she would only be permitted to undertake voluntary work, but that was limited, as employers weren't keen on unmated Omegas holding positions within their establishment. Worried that an Alpha would not take kindly to the idea of having an unmated Omega in their presence, whether that be because of their own superiority complex, or employers would not be keen on settling any industrial tribunals if a Omega were attacked on their time.

Omegas weren't really allowed to even be out on their own. Traveling in a pack of Omegas was the preferred method, if you were yet to be mated, kept everyone safe, and was seen as proper, within this society.

However, Y/N sat alone on the rusted train, the only reason she successfully navigated this concrete jungle, was because of the black market blockers, she'd managed to source in some random back alley. It wasn't illegal to own scent toners, this was a chemical solution, which allows the scents of Omega's to be turned down, so that they might be less alluring to Alphas. Yet it was illegal to completely mask your scent altogether, let alone force your scent to be so severely altered, it made you present as something completely different. It had taken her ages to find the perfect solution to her natural predicament, but coming to New York had opened up many avenues, both for the better and the worse.

The train crunched to a stop, the whole train in unison shifting slightly to the left before snapping back right, then finding their balance once again. The doors shift open, people get off, people get on...but wait;

'What's that smell?'

Y/N thought, she scans the open doors either side of her, settling on the door on her right, she tries to subtly sniff the air, desperate to solidify the smell.

Her scenes land on a young girl, probably no older than 15, she smells of vanilla, but there's a hint of mildew. The familiar smell of female puberty. The breeze from the underground station she had just stepped off of, only helped to push her scent further into the small compartment.

Either she didn't know, or was trying to ignore it, but this girl was right in the middle of her presenting, and it wasn't going to end well for her.

Y/N noticed how the whole carriage had turned to face this innocent girl, the hairs stood up on the back of her neck, when a much older man entered just after the turning Omega. He had that look in his eye, a look that Y/N recognised all to well, a look that had haunted her every day of her life.

It was a wild look, pupils dilated, his lips were pursed in a thin line, low growls were rippling across his chest. They were quiet enough not to alert others in the train, but they were loud enough for Y/N sensitive hearing.

Y/N's fingers curled into fists, her own breathing laboured, when she noticed the way the Alpha male stood over the young girl. It was obvious the young Omega was uncomfortable, the way she picked at the fabric of her pants, bouncing her knee, staring straight ahead at her feet.

It appeared that no one else on the train was bothered by this clear display of Alpha aggression. Once the doors closed and everyone performed their unison dance to the left before popping back up to the right, they carried on with their lives. Y/N could tell some people were forcing themselves to ignore what was going on, mainly the elderly, and the other women within the carriage. Not wanting to draw attention to themselves.

However, Y/N was not intimidated by the obvious mating display, that she was witnessing. As the train continued to rattle along the track, the Alpha only appeared to be more incentivised by the "lack" of interest this little girl was showing.

When the train arrived at the next stop, the girl stands up, attempting to pass the man in front of her, he only side stepped to block her exit. She tries again, this time on the other side, but the man follows, this time he places his hand on her wrist.

That was all Y/N needed to see, she stands immediately, striding over to the Alpha.

"Let her go and get off the train." Y/N demand, standing not so much nose to nose, more chest to nose, with the aggravated Alpha.

"Buzz off Beta, this is none of your business." The man snarls, without taking his eyes, from the panicked young girl. Well at least Y/N knew her blockers were working.

Y/N snatches at the man's arm, gripping it tightly, by now the public are watching once again.

"I said," she sternly whispers, "Let. Go. Of. Her."

"Or what, Beta, what you gonna do about it"

"This."

Squeezing the man's arm firmly, she feels it break under her crushing grip instantly, making the Alpha cry out in pain. He goes to grab hold of the arm, squeezing his own, but Y/N is quick to slap it away, before she grabs the man under his throat. Panicked choking, splutters out of his mouth, spit splashing Y/N's face.

Slowly, Y/N raises the man off his feet, before she launches him through the closing train doors, bending them out of shape, as the Alpha flies through them, landing hard on the platform on the other side.

Y/N is panting with anger, but she swallows thickly, eyes darting left to right, everyone was looking, both in shock and fear. Y/N places her hand on the small of the young Omega's back, and pushes her lightly off the train, guiding her over the whimpering Alpha, who cradles his arm close to his chest, as he gasps for his own breath.

The Omega glances behind her shoulder, eyes wide, but she does go willingly with Y/N, who pushes her out of the subway station, and up onto street level.

"Are you alright?' Y/N asks the girl, once they're a good distance away from the scene that just unfolded.

"Umm yes, I think...um...thank you." the girl fumbled her way through the sentence, she was still wary. "What was that? You enhanced?"

"Something like that, but you don't need to worry anymore." Y/N flashed a brief smile, before reaching back into her rucksack and pulling out the spray, "Here put some of this on, then I advise going to the nearest pharmacy and getting a bottle of toner."

"Thanks...again." The Omega smiled shyly, taking the solution, and spraying it on her neck and wrists.

"Do your pits as well." Y/N advised, the girl's face going a light shade of pink, but she still does it, "Your scent will be strongest in your armpits, until you finish presenting."

The girl nodded, before spraying one last time just on the centre of her chest, and then hands the spray bottle back to Y/N, who quickly puts it in her bag.

"What's your name?" the omega asked.

"Y/N. What's yours?"

"Lucy."

Y/N flashes her smile, and extends her hand, and Lucy takes it, shaking it.

"Nice to meet you Lucy, stay out of trouble." Y/N advised once more, before slinging her rucksack onto her back, and walking away from the stunned girl, who quickly turns as well, heading to the local pharmacy.

---------

"Where have you been?" Jordan asked, wheeling his chair out from behind his desk, when Y/N threw her bag onto the floor.

"Don't ask." Y/N huffed, grabbing the stool next to her work station and seating herself, close to her picking station.

"Well, I'm your boss, I'm meant to ask, when my employee is late." Jordan chuckles. He was a kind Beta man, who ran a t-shirt printing shop towards the edge of hell's kitchen. Business was quiet, but that was better for Y/N. Jordan gave Y/N a job purely because she could lift heavier boxes of t-shirts than he could. He didn't ask questions about that, he was just grateful for the help.

And Y/N was just grateful that Jordan didn't really ask questions at all. Not about how she ended up in New York, or even where she had come from before. All he wanted was for her to turn up on time, pick some vinyl, and press t-shirts....and occasionally lift some deliveries.

She was good at all but the first.

Y/N did feel guilty about lying to Jordan, he was a good friend, but she didn't want to risk getting him into trouble. After all it was illegal to employ an unmated Omega for paid work.

"Sorry, bit of a situation on the subway." Y/N shrugged, head still down as she picked away at the plastic.

"Do I want to know anymore?"

"Nah, just some drunk." Y/N spoke without skipping a beat. That was all Jordan needed, as he turned back to his computer to answer emails.

Y/N was only a few hours into her shift before the peaceful silence that had fallen between the two coworkers was broken, by the sound of the shop bell ringing as someone entered through the front door.

Both of them looked up and were shocked to see two police officer standing at the front desks.

"Officers, how may I help you?' Jordan stood from his desk, making the very short walk to the front of the shop.

"We're looking for Y/N Y/L/N."

Y/N's blood ran cold, it felt as if her heart leapt out of her chest, and splattered onto the desk in front of her. Slowly she stood up, and came into view of the officers.

"How can I help you, officers." Y/N tried to control the shake in her voice, the reason for the visit from law enforcement could literally be a hundred different reasons, and all of which would end in Y/N getting herself a one way ticket to Manhattan Correctional Facility...or worst.

"Do you know anything about an incident on the subway from Sunnyside?" The officer asked, placing his hands on his hips, Y/N noticed how his fingers brushed over the Glock strapped to his belt, before they settled at his waist. The other officer is clearly sniffing the air, he isn't very subtle as he literally dips his head down and up, trying to profile Y/N.

"What another drunk wander onto the tracks?" Y/N tries to distract, she rubs at the gland on her wrist, trying to push the forced scent of confusion around the room.

"Not exactly no," the officer smirked, "We're gonna need you to come with us Miss Y/L/N."

"What for, am I under arrest?" Y/N spoke in disbelief, still trying to scent confused rather than panic.

"Depends, you gonna come quietly?" The officer's hands dropped down from his waist, to sitting on his cuffs and gun.

"I don't think I'll have a choice." Y/N mumbles, looking to Jordan, who sat in complete disbelief, his mouth hanging open, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his scent was strong, and clear.

"Y/N?" Jordan manages to force out.

"It's okay, Jordy," Y/N held her hand up, and she shuffled over towards the officers, she kicks her rucksack subtly under the desk, the officers none the wiser, "It'll be okay."

The officers escort her out, taking her to their car, before they made their journey back to the precinct.

--------

"Name." the clerk asked, not taking her eyes from the computer screen, as Y/N stood in front of the desk,

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N." Y/N stated clearly, still trying to push the scent of confusion into the air.

Once the clerk had answered all the questions, Y/N was taken to a small interview room, the lights low and hazy, Y/N snuffed at the mirror on one side of the room, controlling the urge to wave.

The officer placed his hand on her shoulder, pushing her roughly into one of the seats. Y/N had to prevent herself from growling, or spiking her anger levels.

"Wait here," the officer spoke gruffly, "you have a lawyer?"

"I wasn't aware I was under arrest?" Y/N asked, looking up at the officer, confusion thick in the air.

"A lawyer will be provided to you if you don't have one." The officer didn't break character.

"No, I don't have a lawyer." Y/N huffed, turning to face the other side of the table which was empty. Slotting her fingers together, she starts to bounce her leg, once the officer left the room.

Y/N tried to listen to the conversations outside the door, however, the precinct was a busy place, banging and clanging, shouting and screaming, it was hard to pick up any specific conversations.

Suddenly something came through all the chatter and the chaos.

A tapping.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Getting louder and louder as it approached the doorway.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Y/N's ears flicked, when the tapping appeared to be outside the door.

Tap. Tap. Click.

The door pushed open, and two men walked into the room. First one, his scent was plain, boring, but with a hint of stale whiskey. Beta. The second man, now his scent was interesting.

Vetiver and sandalwood. It was an Alpha's scent, but it wasn't strong.

'Is he wearing a toner?'

Y/N was so deep in thought, she hadn't even noticed that the second man was completely blind, until she realised the red shades he was wearing, weren't a fashion choice. And the tap, tap, tapping was coming from the cane he had in his hand.

Y/N watched the blind man very closely, as he sat himself directly across from her, the Beta sitting himself next to him.

"And you are?" Y/N questioned, her leg still bouncing, she chewed her lip.

"I'm Franklin Nelson and this is my partner Matthew Murdock, but please call us Foggy and Matt." The Beta chirped, he was happy, a little too happy for Y/N's usual somber appearance.

"Aww you guys make a cute couple." Y/N snarked, the Beta's smile dropped momentarily, before he managed to fix it back on his face. Y/N smelt the tinge of embarrassment, but she smelt amusement from the Alpha.

"Not that kind of partner." Matt smirked.

"We are your legal representation," Foggy explained, "And we want to hear your side of the story."

"Well I'd love to give it to you, but I'm not really sure why I am here." Y/N shrugged, partly telling the truth.

"They haven't informed you?" Matt asked.

"Nope, all I know is two cops show up at my place of work, asking about my morning commute to work, that was all."

"And you can't possibly think what might have happened on your way to work this morning that might explain why you might be sat here right now?" Foggy enquired, Matt tilted his head to the side, and appeared to look as if he'd zoned out.

"Nope." Y/N lied, she could have sworn Matt's lips twitched into a smile, when she spoke, but his face for the majority remained unreadable.

"Well maybe this will explain a few things." Foggy reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, he taps a few things in before turning the screen to face, Y/N, who's brows are furrowed as she watches a news clip begin on the screen.

Slowly Y/N's eyes go wide, as the video is played to her. The shaky footage showed the grainy image of a woman on a subway, lifting a man twice her size off the floor by his neck, before hurtling him through the metal doors of the train.

Although the image was blurry, if you knew it was Y/N it was unmistakable.

"Start from the beginning Miss Y/L/N." The man with the red spectacles probed, "and we'll take it from there."

Chapter Two

A/N: Welp I hope that's an interesting first chapter for you guys. You know I like a slow burner, when it comes to my fics, and this one will be no different. Updates won't be as regular as they use to be because I'm a hell of a lot busier these days, but I promise I won't make you wait too long between each chapter.

Drop me a note if you wish to be added to my Taglist, gonna start a new one for this fic, because I don't know if people form my old one would want to be included in my new content.

#marvel fanfiction #reader insert #matt murdock x reader #matt murderdock #daredevil #daredevil x reader #foggy nelson #a/b/o lifestyle #a/b/o dynamics #fem!reader #reader angst #marvel's defenders #defender a/b/o dynamic #Alpha matt #alpha!mattmurdock #beta!foggy #omega!karen #marvel tv #mcu fanfiction

[wandasaura]

your last update was wow *heart eyes* i love smut don’t get me wrong but that dynamic in a domestic sense has my damn heart oh my. also correct me if it’s wrong but i feel like reader is the type to refuse to wear clothes all the time like wanda and natasha are constantly picking up after her because as soon as she’s alone, she just strips off, parades round in natasha’s larger shirts and her panties (if that) and will literally only wear clothes when wanda does that head tilt or physically dresses her herself.

going to the grocery store? wanda has to physically dress her in a pair of shorts

going out into the yard? panties are fine, nobody can see anyway she’d insist

one of them coming in after work? she’d laid all over the furniture naked as the day she was born tangled up in a blanket completely unbothered

totally consumed by this fic😵‍💫

reader is a firm believer in the theory that the less clothes the better. i’ve said that she’s practically wanda’s own personal heater, so it’s no surprise to either of them when she randomly starts stripping and complaining to natasha about how its “so fucking hot in here natalia alianovna” which of course earns her an annoyed eye roll and natasha turning the heat up. they truly do love to get on each others nerves and wanda’s unfortunate enough to get a backstage pass to the chaos. when summer rolls around, it’s always a toss up on if the little duckling is going to come down the stairs in a bikini, despite having no intentions of going for a swim, or one of natasha’s t-shirts. by the end of summer they don’t even bat an eye at her constant state of undress, but wanda secretly misses having to wrangle her into clothes before they leave the house

#yail: asks #a: anon #answered. #𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 ꔫ

[toomanybandstocare]

{When You Have a Migraine}

Program: Headaches. Migraines. Searing pain. It just shuts you down for the day and forces you to bedrest. Tucked away from the world and wrapped in a bundle of cool pads with blankets. This is the only time that Ian Malcolm is quiet and tender with how he carries himself.

Pairing: Professor! Ian Malcolm x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Headaches/Migraines, Reader has hair, Swears, Pet names (Sweetheart, Doll, Baby, and Honey)

Counselor Notes: I have a migraine rn, so i want to be held softly :( kind of goes along with this thought i had as well as this one. Not proofed bc i have a migraine rn and my eyes feel like they're gonna explode.

Camp Isla Nublar Masterlist

Ian is already up when the sun begins to rise to get ready for his day of lectures and meeting at the school. Already a cup of coffee in and has a second one in hand with lesson materials in his other as he climbs back into bed. His morning ritual is nothing without you curled against his chest and sleepy morning kisses.

But when 8am rolls around, and he knows he needs to head out soon, worry stings at the back of his neck when you haven't woken up yet.

Gently carding his fingers through your hair, Ian's eyebrows scrunch together when you wince. Bleary eyes shy away from the soft sunlight pouring in through the sheer curtains.

"What's up with you, huh? Look like you haven't see the sun before," he lightly teases. But there's a small waver in his voice, and the normally confident man is so afraid to raise his voice louder than a light mumble. "Migraine," you hum against his chest.

Mans is frozen with panic, but he's not going to let you know that. You're the one in pain, so for once his fucking life, it's not about him. He knows that whenever you say that word, you're down for the count and there's nothing you can do but wait it out.

And he hates it.

Ian Malcolm is a problem solver.

He fixes things using theory, practice, and applied critical thinking.

For fuck's sake he's a doctor in mathematics specializing in chaos theory teaching at a prestigious university.

For fuck's sake, the man survived a dinosaur island that tried to kill him.

But your migraines?

He'd rather be back on that island, because he hates how helpless he feels seeing you reel in pain.

Because there is very little he can do to make it go away.

So Ian Malcolm goes above and beyond during your days of bedrest.

The only time Ian leaves you alone is when it's to get supplies, make you food, and cancel his classes. That's it.

"I'll be back in an hour okay, sweetheart?" he calmly closes the curtains and then lightly pads your forehead wrinkles. Your weak whine, either of disagreement or acknowledgement, breaks his heart.

His first stop is his university to quickly tell the department's admin to cancel his classes for the day. "No, no. You don't understand- Fucking, I don't care alright. One cancelled class is not going to put them behind for the semester".

Then it's to the corner grocery store, and let me tell you.

This man is intelligent, educated, well knowledgeable on many topics.

But he's so out of his element in the store and what would help. The first time, he nearly bought out the med isle because he didn't want to miss anything that would help.

You're still working through all the bottles of medicine and pain relief from that first trip.

But now? He knows exactly what to get and what isle it's in. God help him if the store changes up their layout So he's in and out within 30 mins with two bags of extra care filled with:

Your favorite tea- both caffeinated and non-caffeinated

A bag of chocolates and some bananas- magnesium helps headaches (it actually does, so a good tip for any of my head pain duderinos, the nurse told me when i had a concussion)

Cooling pads

Bath supplies- bath bomb, salts, a bouquet of flowers to decorate the water with

A light scented candle

Electolyte drinks

A new pair of fuzzy socks

A new bottle of nail polish

Mass paperback copy of a light hearted adventure novel

After becoming familiar with your likes and needs for headache days, Ian knows exactly what will make your day just a little more bearable.

And for the rest of the day, Ian Malcolm strips himself of his usual bravado and lowers his voice.

Lays in bed with you while reading the adventure novel. His heartbeat and soft, gravelly voice lull you to semi-consciousness.

Makes your tea to your order and also has a travel cup with a straw filled with the electrolyte drink. The small shakes that rattle your arm from bone pain makes holding anything a challenge. So he holds the travel cup straw to your lips or helps you sit up for a tea break. Snack bags between your legs as the two of you quietly discuss the book.

If your bones are really achy, he'll ask you to take off your clothes as you see comfortable to massage your body. Rubbing his finger tips carefully and tenderly against any sore spots. Pressing his palms into the planes of your back and shoulder blades. Squeezing your neck and helping you roll out your muscles. Just to get you to move a little throughout the day.

If you're feeling sleepy and want to doze for a while, Ian quickly dusts off a classical vinyl record and puts it on to listen to. You cuddle up on his side and press your head against the crook of his neck while he grades papers or reads a new article.

Ian is incredibly caring and soft during these days. Normal teasing phrases like "I get that I'm irresistible, doll, but I didn't realize just how needy you are for me" are exchanged for doting sentiments such as "How's my baby feeling? I'm sorry you're going through this, honey. What can I do to help you?"

Meals are simple and homey. Whatever will soothe your stomach and mind is on the menu. Ian rarely cooks, so the sight of him cooking shirtless in your apartment always sends a warm flutter of bliss through you. If you're up to it and make your way over to him, you find yourself wrap in his arms and pressed against his chest. His chest vibrates as he hums along to the record.

Puts on a bath and pours in salts or a bath bomb. His hands grip your hip so securely to make sure you don't fall getting in from not moving around much today. Ian sits on the ledge of the tub to pour little cups of water over the back of your head to at least wash your hair with water. Runs a wash cloth over your body with his body wash to clean you up a bit and care to any tender spots with additional mini-massages.

Ian places you on the couch before bedtime, so he can strip the bed and put on new sheets. Fluffs the pillows and remakes the bed, so it's fresh and free of sick day energy.

"Thank you," you sleepily mumble, tucked under his chin as you lay half on him/half on the bed. Legs a tangled mess. His hands trail over your body trying to ease you into the land of dreams. "Anything for you," Ian presses a kiss to the crown of your head, "I love you so goddamn much. There's nothing I wouldn't do to make you happy and safe".

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[snugglylime]

Long-Distance Yasammy HCs

Just some post-canon long-distance relationship HCs for Yasammy for y'all during the count down to Chaos Theory <3

Yaz struggles HARD with the long distance. She trusts Sammy with every fiber of her being, but every once in a while, she worries that Sammy will move on since they don't see each other much.

Conversely, Sammy worries that Yaz will get so caught up in track that she'll eventually get tired of keeping up with the relationship.

They video call a LOT, especially when they're doing homework, relaxing, or just when they need to hear each other's voices (which is often)

They also host virtual watch parties so they, and the rest of the Nublar Six if their schedules line up, can watch movies and chat together.

After the semi-isolation of being on Isla Nublar for so long, Yaz starts to get overstimulated at school and when she's in big groups. Whenever she does (and can't calm down on her own), she calls Sammy, who always manages to make her feel better.

Yaz sends Sammy postcards every time she goes on a trip for a track competition. Sammy creates a scrapbook with them.

After Yaz expresses how much she misses her, Sammy mails her one of her hoodies. Even though it's a bit big on her, Yaz starts wearing it to school and to track meets whenever she can. She also likes snuggling up with it in her downtime.

For holidays and just whenever they want, they send each other gifts through the mail. Sammy prefers things like stuffed animals and cute keychains, while Yaz prefers more practical things like sketchbooks and art supplies. Though Sammy does send her some cute things too, which she's secretly obsessed with because they remind her of Sammy.

They have a mutual understanding that they won't call each other past a certain time unless it's an emergency (like a nightmare). When this does happen, the other is more than willing to wake up and talk for a bit.

Yaz doesn't officially celebrate most holidays, so when she gets the chance, she flies to Texas to celebrate them with Sammy and her family.

Whenever she can't visit, Sammy puts her on a video call so that Yaz can feel like she's part of the festivities. This is always the best during Christmas since Sammy's family also sends Yaz gifts and gets to watch her open them.

They initially plan for Yaz to fly to Texas for her birthday, but it falls through because of an important upcoming track meet. Yaz is devastated by the whole thing, so her mom secretly pays for Sammy to visit them for the week.

Yaz is over the moon about the surprise. She's also excited that Sammy will finally get to attend one of her track competitions (naturally, Sammy cheers for her super loudly the whole time)

At some point, Sammy gets sick and goes radio-silent for a while. Yaz FREAKS out and nearly runs out the door to try and hitch-hike to Texas before her mom stops her. Eventually, Sammy responds and tells her what happened, and Yaz starts checking in on her more regularly until she gets better.

Because of how much time they spend apart, they always get shy when they're together again. But once they get comfortable, they're just as touchy and cutesy as ever.

And they're both pretty bad at kissing :p lack of practice and all that.

Sammy likes reading bedtime stories to Yaz over the phone. It helps calm them both down if they're feeling particularly anxious (since sleeping on the Island was always dangerous and that anxiety sticks with them)

When Yaz visits the ranch, she's AWFUL with the animals. Sammy just finds her fumbling and struggling adorable, even if she teases her about it.

Sammy cries out of joy when Yaz reveals her plans to attend college in Texas :)

#miiiiight write a post-canon long-distance Yasammy fic if finals don't kill me :') #jurassic world camp cretaceous #jwcc #sammy gutierrez #yasmina fadoula #yasammy #jwcc headcanons

[mischiefmanaged71]

Hey. Your stories are incredible and you are one of the only ones to write for Tom Bennett, I would like to request, for Tom Bennett x Reader, where she is a diplomat, and when she arrives in France, they have this mission to get her out of the country, but eventually there are only two left, just some fluff

I wanna be yours

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem! reader

France is in a state of chaos when Tom awakes from his unconsciousness in a daze. He wasn't supposed to be here. No, he should have been far gone on his way toward England, and yet here he was.

Trapped.

He was tinkering on the idea that being left on that beach would've been a better option than the cage the Nazis had locked them in. But here he was, engaging in Doctor O'Connor's theory--strategy to escape across the peninsula into 'neutral territory'. Tom wasn't entirely confident in the Doctor's plan, nor the people around him. All he knew from the moment he woke was anger and anxiety-possibly even fear. From the first dead body he saw, he had prepared himself for the death surrounding him in this war, and yet, it didn't get any easier facing it first-hand.

The guide led Tom from the hospital in silence, sleuthing around their surroundings before entering a secured building at the end of an alley. A figure opened the door for them, entering the quiet apartment. He glanced around at the small group inside, spotting only two figures in the room. Guila, his guide, spoke in French to the two men while he eyed them.

"Où est l'autre?” (Where is the other?) she asked.

The man gestured to the back room, “Elle est à l'arrière. Accordez-moi un instant.“ (She is in the back. Allow me a moment.)

“What’s going on?”

Guila turned to him, “You won’t be travelling alone to the Embassy.”

“I thought he said this was a test run?”

“It is, but it’s urgent that this one gets to the border with you.” she stated, “They’re tightening security everywhere. We need to get her back home.”

“Her?” he tilted his head forward, glancing at the woman led into the room.

“Merci d'être venue, mademoiselle Guila. J'ai entendu dire que ce plan est expérimental, mais je suis tout de même reconnaissant.“ (Thank you for coming, miss Guila. I heard this plan is experimental, but I'm grateful all the same.)

“Ne me remercie pas tout de suite. Nous devons y aller à pied et ensuite vous serez laissé avec lui jusqu'en Espagne.” (Do not thank me just yet. We have to walk there and then you'll be left with him until Spain.)

Her lips pulled into a smile as she stifled a laugh, glancing at the man in question. Her eyes graced his features, flickering back to the woman as she nodded her head. 

“I suppose we should introduce ourselves.”

Guila turned to him, “This is Tom. Tom, Y/N.”

“You’re a Brit.” he stated, eyeing her up and down.

“Well spotted.” she retorted, “You’re from Manchester.”

He raised his eyebrows, tilting his head, “What gave me away?”

She chuckled, looking at him form between her eyebrows “It’s the attitude.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” he chided, “Obviously from London.”

“I never said I was from London.” her response quick.

“You didn’t have to. What are you doing all the way over here?”

“Same as you, I suppose. Trying to get out.”

“I mean, why’re you here. In Paris?”

Guila cut them off, bringing their attention back to the group as the others halted their conversation “She’s a diplomat.”

He glanced at her again, noting her practiced posture. She spoke French, and noted things around her. “I arrived here two months ago. I’m expected to return in a week’s time, but there’s no telling what will happen if we wait any longer.”

“That’s where you come in.” the man standing next to Y/N spoke up, “Guila can guide you to the border, but from there, you’ll travel to the Embassy. Together.”

“Seems we best get along then.” he said.

Y/N folded her arms, “Course.”

From there onward, each of them would have to find trust in the other- a stranger.

***

Tom held the door open for her, the pair tiredly making their way to the lodgings provided by the Embassy. Only a few days left until they could reach home. This was the first moment of comfort available to them since the beginning of their journey. 

Tom sighed, dropping himself down to the bed as it jostled slightly at his weight. He felt his face relax as he ran a hand through his blonde hair, tussling it about. Y/N dumped her bag on the floor, shuffling about the room. Her gaze fell to the his closed eyes, noting the fatigue in his features, including the sharp lines of his jawline and his pretty features.

“You know what? You’re almost endearing when you’re half asleep.” She teased, leaning against the headboard.

“Yeah, but I’m more fun when I’m not about to drop any second. You should see me back home. I’m the real life of the town.” 

She chuckled, “I’m sure you’re the centre of attention.”

“What'd you mean?”

“You certainly don’t come across as a quiet person.” she replied as he turned over to meet her gaze.

“Is that a bad thing?”

She hummed, “Not necessarily. Although, it would have been easier on several occasions if you were more discrete.”

Tom paused before shrugging in agreement, flopping back onto the bed, “We got here didn’t we?”

She nodded nonetheless.

“So, what are your plans for when you get back?”

Tom stared at the ceiling, many thoughts running through his head. He knew once he got home, the message waiting for him would be a follow-up tour, another round trip to follow the previous. Tom was afraid of the consequences of deserting. His options were limited within the frame of ally or traitor. The end results were either service, prison, or hanging. He preferred life, no matter the front he put up. 

“I’ll have to go back into service when I return. Dunno’ know where, but I’m sure they’ll find a spot for me.” a sombre tone to his voice.

A silence followed.

“I now understand how frightening it must be.” bringing his gaze to her, “To be afraid of facing death in your final hours. In a place you do not know. I’m sorry you have to go back after what you’ve been through.”

He looked at her, “Can I be honest?”

She nodded.

“I am afraid.” Tom whispered shakily, “The last thing I want to do is go back to that. But I don’t have a choice. We don’t. And no one else is going to fight for us. I realised that after a while. Seeing my mates die.”

A haunted look crossed his face. His blue eyes brimmed with unfallen tears “I don’t want to be afraid in my last hours. I’d rather be spiteful and fight for us than go down in fear of death.”

She breathed, the heavy tone to his words cutting through the room, “You shouldn’t have to.”

“I don’t have a choice. Its either I die in combat, or they kill me for deserting. You tell me which is the lesser of two evils.” he hummed.

Y/N fell silent and Tom accepted that as her final answer before the sheets rustled. She placed herself next to his head, meeting his eyes as they opened. “If you simply accept the boundaries placed around you, you will never progress further than they want you to. That is the first lesson I carry with me every day.”

He searched her eyes, beholding her determination as she continued “You need to understand why you’re here, besides your obligations. Aside from the persistence of your family. I couldn’t stand for the corruption and the impropriety of the politicians in my state, so I took it upon myself to reach out. To learn, and speak the languages of my allies. What better way to resolve problems than by bridging the gap?” she smiled.

“Guess I’m not as determined as you. Don’t think I quite have your passion either.”

“It’s not about either of those things.” she shook her head, “It’s about belief, Tom. If you truly believe in yourself. If you put yourself forward and try, you can do unimaginable things.”

He swallowed, “What makes you think a man like me is capable of anything like that? You don't know me. Not really."

“Because I’ve watched you. How you act. I’ve seen how you talk to people. You notice more than you’re letting on, and you purposefully instigate things for entertainment. Whether that’s to fulfil an inner need for attention, I don’t know. What I do know is, you are much more than you present, Tom Bennett. Use that to your advantage. A wild card is the most useful."

Tom blinked at her in astonishment, perplexed by the woman’s analysis of him.

“I didn’t realise you took interest in me.” he tilted his head.

“You call for attention.”

“In what way?”

She sent him a pointed look, “Everything. Your whole demeanour. Your attitude.” a smile growing on her face.

Her voice grew quieter as he inched closer, “-That smirk.” 

“You like that, do you?” the grin splashed on his face.

“I never said that.” her lips tilting upward in amusement.

“You were going to.” he exhaled, leaning toward her with a hand on the mattress.

“Maybe.” she leaned in, inches away from his mouth “Or maybe you’re just loud. Do you like the sound of your own voice?”

He narrowed his eyes playfully, a quick retort on his lips “Apparently you do.”

“And there’s that too.” she breathed.

“What?” he searched her eyes, his body looming over her’s.

“You’re an incessant flirt.”

“Can’t fix that, I’m afraid.” he shook his head. “Haven’t heard you complaining, though.”

“Confidence can quickly turn to cockiness. Many women find it crude and unattractive.” she was careful with each word.

“And you? What’d you think of me?”

She paused, her mouth agape, “I think you’re overly confident.”

“Erratic.” she met his gaze. 

“Reckless.” laying a hand on his chest, pushing him down.

“And frustrating.” she leaned down, her hands on either side of Tom.

“But...I can work with that.” she murmured against his lips.

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[deepspacedukat]

Compromise

This is it! The final installment of the SoC Challenge! 🥳 I know it's been a wild ride, but thank you so much to everyone who stuck with me through all this chaos! All of your encouragement and kind words have really been so uplifting, and I couldn't have made it through without you, my gentle readers!

So, a little context: this is an AU version of my OC, Kollos, when he was still a Minister of the High Command. This is not connected to any other story about him that I have written/will write. This is set in the ST:ENT part of the timeline prior to the incident with the Kir'Shara, and from what I gathered, there are somewhere between five and seven members of the High Command (four to six Ministers, plus one Administrator). That number could be incorrect, but from watching the show/scrolling through Memory Alpha casting info, this was the impression given. Anyway, enjoy this final installment of the 2023 SoC! Thanks for dropping by!

Day 31: Free Choice - Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Facial, Come Swallowing

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Entire Vulcan High Command (ENT Era) x Reader, Administrator V'Las (ST:ENT) x Reader, Minister Kuvak (ST:ENT) x Reader, Minister Kollos (OC) x Reader, Other Unnamed High Command Ministers x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Everything is consensual!!!! Interspecies sex, Human/Vulcan sex, oral sex (male receiving), voyeurism, masturbation, spit-roasting, multiple orgasms, creampie, come swallowing, facial, Vulcans becoming aroused in a completely logical manner.

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Apprenticeships like this were practically unheard of. A Human student being allowed to train under a Vulcan scientist at the most prestigious academy on all of Vulcan was a first. I could hardly believe that out of all the applicants for the position, I'd been one of the three selected for this honor.

For two years, I lived and worked at the Vulcan Science Academy. T'Van, the Professor with whom I'd been studying and working, had been reluctant to participate in the program when he found out that he'd be paired with a Human student. As time passed, however, I'd proven myself to be intelligent and dedicated to my work.

T'Van pulled me aside a couple of months before I was scheduled to return to Earth to express his concerns.

"I cannot offer you an extension myself. However, I will encourage you wholeheartedly to request one from the Academy's Board of Directors. It would be...inconvenient to train a new apprentice," T'Van murmured, and I couldn't stop a small smile from stretching my lips.

"You can admit that you'd miss me, y'know. There's no harm in finding the absence of another being displeasing, especially one you've come to think of as a friend." He lifted an eyebrow at my insinuation, and to my surprise, he nodded his head.

"It would be...logical...to assume that your absence would be disconcerting. I have become accustomed to you," he admitted as he practically shoved a data PADD under my nose. "This is the correct set of forms required to request an extension. I have already affixed my signature in the appropriate places and taken the liberty of setting an appointment for you with the Board tomorrow morning."

"T'Van–"

"As you are only scheduled to be here for another two months, I trust I needn't remind you that time is of the essence." With that, he swept from his office, leaving me to ponder what exactly I needed to say to persuade the Academy's Directors that I deserved to stay.

--

The next morning came both too quickly and not quickly enough for my tastes. I said my piece with as much eloquence as I could muster, hoping that I'd done well enough to avoid an immediate rejection.

"You have some interesting theories, t'sai, and your accomplishments are not in question. However," the Vulcan in the middle of the group steepled his fingers as he spoke, "we do not have the authority to grant you an extension in this instance. Our receptionist will provide you with the correct set of forms that you will require to present your request to those whose authority exceeds our own. Should you be successful, the Vulcan Science Academy will be agreeable to your continued presence. Live long and prosper, t'sai."

The next group of officials I spoke with responded in nearly the exact same way, acknowledging my accomplishments, giving their apologies, and shunting me off to the department above theirs to become someone else's problem. After three more such instances, I was quite used to the placating words and abrupt dismissals that punctuated each of these meetings.

As my quest for an extension continued, I found more and more people looking at me in the hallways of the Academy. I had been an interesting sight to the Vulcan students and professors before given that I was a different species, but the day before my final meeting nearly two weeks later, I caught a phrase that made my eyes widen.

"...believe her next appeal will be to the High Command," a Vulcan woman said to her companion as T'Van and I walked through the hall to his office.

As soon as the door was closed behind us, I blurted my thoughts in a panic.

"What did that woman mean about the High Command?"

T'Van looked up from his desk with a raised eyebrow.

"You have exhausted all other bodies of authority. Your next appointment to request an extension is with the council of the High Command tomorrow. Were you unaware?"

After the professor's casual statement, the rest of the day was a blur. Right up until I got into the elevator in the building that housed the High Command's office, I felt a sort of detached calm as though it wasn't really me who was going to be speaking with the heads of the Vulcan government.

"You're the woman who's requesting an extension, right?" I turned to find a perky, blond woman standing next to me in the elevator. She was clearly Human, like me, and I felt a dim sort of comfort.

"Yes, but how did you...?"

"I work as a secretary to Ministers Kuvak and Kollos. My own assignment was supposed to be temporary, but here we are," she said waving a hand airily. "May I make a suggestion?"

I nodded my head, and she pulled a small bottle from the pocket of her robe.

"None of the Ministers are in happy marriages. They were all arranged for political gain or social status by their parents. Your best bet for getting that extension would be an appeal to their pride...and a little flirtation. A spritz or two of this pheromone enhancer wouldn't hurt, either," she said. "They're a tough room, but the few times I've seen them interacting with women who aren't their wives...well, let's just say they were much more agreeable with a little ego-stroking."

I accepted the spritz of seemingly-odorless liquid, and as the door opened to our floor, I couldn't help but let my curiosity rule my tongue.

"Thank you. I'm grateful, really, but why are you doing this?" I asked quietly as we walked down the long hallway toward a pair of thick double doors.

"Because, I know what it's like to deal with this planet's bureaucracy. It's a pain in the ass, and when we spoke to set up your appointment, I couldn't help but notice that you sounded a bit frazzled," she murmured as the doors hissed open.

There were a few desks in this space, two of which were currently occupied. A third stood empty to one side of the room, and it seemed to be my companion's destination. Not exactly knowing where to go, I opted to follow her. Setting my stack of PADDs down on an empty corner, I allowed myself a short pause to gather my thoughts and my courage.

Admittedly, the thought of flirting with the Ministers to better my chances had crossed my mind - Vulcans were quite attractive - but before Jana suggested it, I had dismissed that as a possible solution. Surely people in such important positions would be even more stoic and disgusted by such blatant attention?

"Alright, the Ministers are ready for you now. Good luck." How long had I been standing there lost in thought? Mentally shaking away my nerves, I strode to the door leading to the council chamber and watched as it slid open before me.

"Come in, t'sai," a surprisingly warm voice called from the center of the large room that lay before me. A tall, broad Vulcan man with graying hair stood behind a long, highly-polished desk. I recognized him as Minister Kollos from the rather hurried research I'd done the night before.

He took his seat along with the other four Vulcans, only two of whom I recognized. Administrator V'Las, a harsh-looking Vulcan sat dead center, and to his other side was Minister Kuvak. The two younger Vulcans flanking the two ends of the desk were a mystery, though. I remembered their faces, but I couldn't quite put names to those faces.

"We have convened to hear your appeal for an extension of the duration of your apprenticeship with Osu T'Van at the Vulcan Science Academy," Administrator V'Las called as he folded his hands in front of him. "You may begin when ready."

Taking a deep breath as I walked farther into the room, I launched into the speech I'd given repeatedly over the past two weeks. handing each of them a data PADD with the relevant information as I spoke, I made my statement as quickly and concisely as possible.

"Your accomplishments cannot be denied, but forgive me...it sounds as though you have rehearsed this several times," Kuvak said with a hint of amusement sparkling in his eyes.

"Ah, that would be the result of having given that speech to five groups before you. Administrator, Ministers, I was hoping that, given your combined wisdom and logic, this little request of mine could be sorted out rather easily," I said giving the most attentive of them all, Kollos, a small, hopeful smile. "You are my last hope. Surely there's a way we can resolve this situation today...?"

Truthfully, I was probably being a little too obvious with my praise, but in my social encounters with Vulcans, I found that it was sometimes necessary to lay it on a bit thicker than normal. I could have been imagining things, but I could have sworn that a faint, green blush was rising in his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

"T'sai, we have already heard and denied the appeals of both the other candidates from your selection pool," Administrator V'Las intoned from his seat at the center of the long table. His cold, steely blue eyes watched dispassionately as I took a steadying breath. "What makes you believe that we should rule differently in regards to your case?"

Okay. Okay, not all hope was lost. The other two apprentices were men. I was familiar with them and their unfortunate personalities. They likely came in here brimming with arrogance and puffed-up theories which had no logical basis. They likely assumed that they would be granted the extension they sought once the Ministers recognized their brilliance. I needed to use a different tactic.

"I have no logical reason to believe that I deserve to stay more than the others. I do, however, believe that this council is wise enough to distinguish between a theory concocted of assumptions and one based on solid research. Each of you gentlemen has an achievement-filled career prior to your current appointment. To accomplish everything that you have and also serve your people in so selfless a manner...I must admit that I admire your dedication," I stated, allowing my eyes to skim over each in turn. Minister Kuvak looked practically stunned. "I only hope that one day, I will be able to say that I attained even a fraction of your success, and I firmly believe that my continued apprenticeship with Osu T'Van will be instrumental in giving me the best chance at accomplishing that lofty goal."

There was silence for a long, tense moment, then came the rustling of fabric. Minister Kollos stood and made his way around the polished wooden table, pausing only a few feet in front of me. How was one man that broad? His robes were clearly tailored to hug his figure closely, but really, the further reminder of how much he towered over me made my breath hitch.

"You present a convincing argument, t'sai," he said in a voice as deep and smooth as top-shelf whiskey. "We will deliberate and inform you tomorrow of our decision."

Wait, it was over already? Throwing caution to the wind, I took a few slow steps closer to him and bit my lower lip.

"Thank you for your consideration, osu, but...is there anything more that I could do to convince you to decide in my favor?" I asked looking up at him and batting my eyelashes as my fingertips brushed lightly over the back of one of his hands. Kollos's eyes widened, but he didn't protest or move away. His jaw clenched, and his gaze darkened significantly. "Anything at all...?"

"T'sai...you needn't feel pressured to take such actions," Kollos stated, but he didn't move away. The other Ministers likely had a good view of how scandalously I was touching a member of the Vulcan government.

"We would likely rule in your favor regardless of your personal persuasion," Kuvak called, but despite the concern on his face, there was hunger lingering in his gaze, as well.

"If she feels the need to seduce us to make certain of our decision, who are we to stop her? Proceed, if you wish." Administrator V'Las posited as he leaned back in his chair. Minister Kollos's free hand turned my head back toward him and he looked somberly into my eyes.

"You don't have to do this." His voice was barely above a whisper, but the vehemence in his voice made up my mind for me. The two younger Ministers who sat at either end of the long table seemed to have no opinion on the matter, choosing instead to defer to the wisdom of the three more experienced members of the High Command.

"I want to, osu," I replied firmly, and in a flash, Kollos had spun me around, pressed my back against his front, and curled his fingers with mine.

"Are you quite certain that you know what you are doing?" Kuvak called as he shifted in his seat. "Humans are fragile–"

Kollos's warm breath caressed my neck, and a quiet moan escaped me. Any further protests Kuvak might have had were silenced and replaced with slow, hungry exhales.

I vaguely noted one of the younger Ministers ordering the whole council's schedule cleared for the next two hours.

"Is this what you originally planned to do when you made this appointment with us, girl?" V'Las called as he stood and made his way over to us. I couldn't bring myself to answer. Kollos's hands had already begun to wander, divesting me of my robes and exploring my curves as his colleagues watched. "Look at me."

Opening my eyes - I hadn't even realized that I'd closed them - I found the head of Vulcan High Command breathing heavily and palming the growing bulge in the front of his robes. Once I was fully nude between them, V'Las freed his erection and guided one of my hands to grasp him.

"Make yourself useful, then," he growled, and I looked up at him as innocently as I could.

"Wouldn't you prefer my mouth?" Both men let out a groan, and soon I was speared between them. The broad-shouldered Minister Kollos thrust into me from behind, grasping my hips tightly so I wouldn't fall, and Administrator V'Las grasped my hair, pushing himself farther and farther into my throat.

Moaning around the lok in my mouth, I fell apart when Minister Kollos rubbed my clit in quick, deliberate circles. V'Las practically shouted his release moments later, shoving himself deeper in my throat as he came.

When he finally pulled away, Kuvak appeared before me looking both concerned and aroused.

"Are you alright?" He murmured, but instead of answering, I pressed a soft kiss over his own clothed erection. After a split second's indecision, he began fumbling to free himself. Grasping his hand as I took him into my mouth, I relished the skill in Minister Kollos's fingers.

He brought me to orgasm twice more before he spilled himself. Kuvak came a moment after him, and I swallowed his pleasure. The sound of hurried footsteps made me open my eyes. The two youngest Ministers, who had until a moment before been stroking their lengths to the show before them, now stood in Kuvak's place and groaned as erupted.

Hot ropes of their come splattered across my cheeks, and after a few quiet murmurs of gratitude, it was over. Kollos helped me to my feet, handing me a cloth to clean my face. I was attempting to replace my clothing in some semblance of the order it had been in prior to our tryst when V'Las spoke.

"T'sai, I think I speak for all of us when I say that should you need any other requests granted in future, you need only come to us and we shall ensure that you are not refused," he paused, "assuming that we have more sessions like today's, of course."

Kollos laid his hand lightly on my shoulder.

"You are not obligated to agree to that. We would grant your requests whether or not we repeat today's activities," he said with a glance of reproach at the Administrator.

"And you will receive your official extension notice this evening," one of the two younger Ministers called.

"I appreciate your concern, Ministers, but I'd be more than happy to come back do this again," I replied. They all seemed rather pleased to hear that.

As I made my way back toward the elevator, a familiar head of blond hair appeared next to me. Jana looked like the cat who got the canary. Clearly she'd guessed what happened.

"I'm just going to assume you're getting that extension. So...knowing how much the Ministers appreciate a steady routine, should I set up an appointment for the same time next week?"

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Vulcan Words:

t'sai = lady (title)

osu = sir (title)

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[pansear-doodles]

Did anyone inspire you to start creating the rainworld comics? Or was it just something you decided to do some day

The comics was a small snowball, and then it rolled down the hill to make a great snowman.

It started from the fateful heist and then i slowly realized i genuinely enjoyed making this kinda stuff. for a very long time, ive been wanting to make a long running comic series, but could never find a footing. it always ends at chapter one... many abandoned projects.

then something great happened. see, Shipping Container, a subcommunity of rw shippers, was all started from a thread in art-discussion in the main rain world discord. ship talk was practically everywhere and there were a lot of annoyed people so the thread was made to lower the talks. while i was not the first shipper, i was the person responsible for the creation of this subcommunity. (not shippers as a whole in the fandom- just these ones)

many people long gone nowadays. differences, arguments, drama (cough), or just understandable drifting. i remember a lot of them and i still think of them nostalgically- i miss them ofc- such is the life of a clairvoyant. but a lot of the ogs stayed and we continue to have new members. many of them became my friends.

anyway- during this thread's aliveness (yes the thread was later defunct after we establish the server), we were fucking around and i proposed we dub my anthro comics. we did so in the public vcs. chaos and such but it was an awesome experience. following Hunt and Heretic, it became one of my reasons to make the comics. not only for myself and my enjoyment, but for my friends to enjoy reading and dub it together!

i am very passionate about my au. it may be a lot different from the source material, but- who cares? im having fun. my friends are having fun. we ship this and that. make theories. make designs. build a world that is nonexistent but has characters that feel real to us in some form. all is well in the world of rain.

its always been something silly. something personal. something that means everything to me.

even though ive been through horrible things, i love this fandom and its people, and ofc i would do anything to give back the happiness it gave to me. i genuinely appreciate every single person in this fandom, unless they have hurt me or others.

but for now, i need to take breaks. i need to respect myself more and i need to set boundaries.

im sorry that for various instances, i appear cold or unreadable or dramatic. thank you.

#ask

[arogustus]

Splatband Analysis - Hightide Era

So I was eating breakfast the other day when I found on the back of my milk carton this picture about a band being missing? Now, I think they’re exaggerating a bit on the “M.I.A.” thing. Sure, they haven’t been mentioned since Splatoon 2, where they got to cameo in the White Day artwork and are involved in the backstory for Ink Theory, but you know who else hasn’t been mentioned since Splatoon 2? SashiMori. And I don’t see anyone making a big deal about that (other than me, Nintendo, please), but I digress. Let’s talk about these losers.

The Band

Hightide Era is an indie band that developed a strong enough fanbase to get their music into the Turf War scene. The band started life with Taka performing on the street, before later being joined by Kuze, and then Nishida, in that order. One of the first things we learned is the meaning of the band's name, which refers to both the nature of the band's sound, brimming and full… and also the ecological realities of the world. Seems the band has environmental concerns they wanna draw attention to, enough to make it a part of their name. 

Taka

The band's pianist and vocalist, and the overall center of attention of the band, which is exactly what they want. They’re an incredibly talented musician, having practiced piano since the age of Four, and attended the same prestigious academy that Karen did, having been her senior while she was attending. After that, though, they grew tired of all this academic music nonsense and took to the streets to perform, which is where they met Kuze and Nishida. 

The most obvious thing to know about Taka, outright told to us in their own description, is that Taka is a shallow poser. Their main motivation for making music isn’t for any artistic merit, but just because it gets them attention and adoration. Which, considering they’ve been at it since the age of Four, is pretty concerning. Also very superficial beneath the surface. It’s an Ichiya situation, with a lot of surface level charisma concealing a superficial personality. It must be pretty effective too considering they have a dedicated fan in Karen. That desire for attention also keeps them from adding a bassist to the band, it draws attention away from the low notes they hit. What an ass.

White Day art time, we see our stinker leaning back on their chair, clearly spectating the epic battle between Tangle and Finn like a weirdo. They must get a lot of enjoyment out of seeing chaos going on around them. Or maybe they’re trying to peek at Finn? In which case they probably didn’t get to stay as a spectator for long. 

Kuze

Kuze is the drummer and a stone fish. He plays on cheap drums because it provides a very messy but powerful sound that compliments the other members trying to look cool. He probably just likes the way the drum sounds and thinks it looks cool. He’s also a fashion designer, he made the uniforms the band wears. Probably has a lot of talents in that area, too. 

He’s the third and final member of Underpass Bass Drum, so he’s an active turf player. It’d be cool if one day we got an idea as to what their weapon preferences are. Maybe they even wear a uniform too, what with him being a part of the team? Ah, I’m speculating.

White Day has him sitting with Paul and Jawn. He’s not playing the game, so he’s probably just hanging with them and watching, perhaps waiting for his turn. But there’s one thing you can see him do, and that’s giving Taka the side-eye. It gives the vibe that he knows about Taka and their shenanigans and doesn’t tolerate them too much. Or he’s just keeping an eye on them in case Finn notices and takes it as a challenge. 

Nishida

Nishida is a herring and a guitarist. They don’t like being in the spotlight, despite the stereotype revolving around guitarists. May or may not have something to do with the fact they are the youngest of 247 siblings. Like, yeah, that’s a huge ratio of sibling teasing, bullying and fawning, especially since they’re the youngest. Still, they don’t hate attention, they’ve apparently been featured in a serialized magazine that talks about their guitar skills. And apparently people they’re trying to “put on airs” (it means they act like they’re better than others, to be snobbish), when really they don’t do that… most of the time. Is it trying to say that they’re only occasionally snobbish and act egotistical?

In the White Day artwork, they are shown engaged in conversation with Taichi in the back of the bar. They’re more social than they appear, at least, but we may never know what the nature of their conversation is. #Nishida x Taichi Romance. They also brought their guitar for some reason, despite absolutely no one else bringing anything. Wonder what that’s about.

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And that’s Hightide Era. I never cared about them until today, but I’m glad to say I’ve gained an appreciation for them as of this analysis. There’s something to love about everyone, even if some of them could probably use a little less attention (*cought* Taka *cough*).

We are down two bands. The Chips that Chirp, the neurodivergence squad Chirpy Chips, and everyone’s favorite band of fish freaks ω-3. I’ll go with the Chips first, and then finish with the Salmons. This is fun.

#splatoon #splatbands #splatband analysis #hightide era #taka #kuze #nishida #my work #i see the appeal of these guys #they're all hot losers #it all makes sense now

[study-with-aura]

Monday, January 8, 2024

And I'm back to my studies again after a short break. Since I had to make up two weeks of work, my break was cut short. Julien was here, however, and it was like old times. I did not mind having to catch up on school work because he helped me. He is so happy at university. I miss him when he is gone, but him being happy makes me happy too. I can still feel sad and miss him. Conflicting emotions are a whirlwind!

Julien is here the rest of the week, so it will be lovely! Although, ballet starts back up tonight, meaning I will be back to my hectic schedule. However, he is going to drive me so we will get to spend some time together on the way.

In other news, spring semester, third quarter, starts with much writing! My fingers hurt! I did hand and wrist stretches. These are important when taking so many physical notes. I could print everything out, but I found that copying it helps me to remember it better. It does make studying take longer, but it is worth it in the end.

Tasks Completed:

Geometry - Learned about parts of circles + learned about tangent lines and circumscribed polygons + practice + honors practice

Lit and Comp II - Copied Unit 15 vocabulary + made an outline for my Kennedy and Camelot connection paper + read the news

Spanish 2 - Copied sports vocabulary

Bible I - Read Numbers 33-34

World History - Copied key terms - read through the introduction to The Age of Enlightenment and The Age of Revolutions unit + read an overview of the Enlightenment

Biology with Lab - Watched presentations on an introduction to molecular genealogy and took notes + looked over vocabulary

Foundations - Read about love + did my daily workout on Lumosity + read an introduction to speeches + read about selecting a topic, researching it, and preparing an outline + practiced writing my signature (My parents taught me how to write in cursive when I was younger, but here we are again anyway)

Practice - Prepped for piano lesson by reviewing memorized pieces and previously assigned pieces

Khan Academy - Completed Unit 4: Lesson 2 of World History + completed Unit 8: Lesson 1 of High School Geometry + Completed Unit 5: Lesson 1 of High School Biology

Duolingo - Completed at least one lesson each in Spanish and Chinese

Reading - Read pages 1-79 of Chaos Theory by Nic Stone

Activities of the Day:

Ballet

Contemporary

Journal/Mindfulness

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What I’m Grateful for Today:

I am grateful that my brother is able and wants to take me to ballet to spend more time with me before he leaves again for university.

Quote of the Day:

I don’t think you realize how strong you are, because sometimes strength isn’t swords and steel and fire, as we are so often made to believe. Sometimes it’s found in quiet, gentle places.

-Divine Rivals, Rebecca Ross

🎧Etude For Piano No. 5 - Philip Glass

#study community #study blog #study inspiration #study motivation #studyblr #studyblr community #study-with-aura

[ramons-elevator]

Cellbit's Document English Translate

This was done very quickly with google translate but I believe it gets Cellbit's message across. Feel free to add more if need be!

The Court is on Wednesday, May 24th. Cucurucho has no interest in creative blocks and revealed this when he didn't even think twice about Bobby's negotiation

He will not accept giving the blocks for the armor and any information that we try to extract in exchange for the blocks will be processed and mitigated in a way that means nothing to us

But if we have a new surprise which even our side doesnt expeacr, maybe things will change. Cururco made a mistake in the midst of chaos and bullshit Maybe thats the secrer

The plan is to try to use Forever's rule-breaking as a bargaining chip to create a direct conflict between forever and me by surprising both Forever and Cucurucho in Negotiation and Asking for Richarlyson's fatherhood as a form of betrayal showing that I'm willing to join the federation and have no problem antagonizing my friends to protect Richarlyson and have him all to myself

Then the idea w Purposely get away from everyone for a day Create something like an evil dark castle away from everyone just to see Cucurucho's reaction Federation of codes and of any possible imposter between us

If someone decides to ally with me it could be a possible suspect or someone who would not be trusted in the order

Things went a little differently than planned but the maste rplan worked out. Instead of being surprised by the betrayal during the court, I used an excuse the fact they lied to me and tried to blackmail me with the vivo meme to make a scene

Its a plus point because it makes it seem like I genuinely have a motive/ Grudge towards my friends and lessens the Feds's suspicion of my intentions, it doesnt look like I betroyed them "out of the blue"

Cosidering that maybe the Fed wates the streams canonically to get information, I think the best way to do a whole narrative arc to have a big twist later

I will avoid mentioning its existence to the Federation and if they raise this matter I will try to get around it

As proof that the plan was not a lie, I left a signed book for Richarlyson revealing my plan, and I didnt risk showing it on stream. Its still risky, considering the Federation may have acess to egg items, But hoenstly it broke my heart to see him sad and dissapointed like that. I hope I dont regret that

I also blocked access to Sofia for others to see how Max reacts. I dont wanna suspect him, but everything about her is weird

THE CODES attacked me shortly after I joined the Federation

A code made exclusively to kill? He practically ignored Richarlyson. It strengthens the theory that the codes kill those who seek to keep others on the island.

With luck, the Federation will also accommodate me to the hospital Max woke up to. I will try to persuade as much as possible.

Continuing the conflict with the members of the Order and trying to please the other members of the island with explanations of how I realized that the island's life and people are better than I am had before, and I don't want to miss it. They don't need to get involved in this.)

Using Richarlyson's court event, where everyone will likely be present and watching, to reveal all the information I can get from the Federation in front of everyone. So if they kill/arrest me I will become a martyr and all present will realize the truth about the Federation.

#qsmp #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp cellbit

[misty-caligula]

To preface this, I’m going to be talking about growing up in a really generalised way, it’s not meant to be read as a critique of people or as prescriptivist. It’s just an overall framework, from my own point of view.

I think that growing up, graduating from childhood into adulthood, has less to do with age and more to do with personal experience. Because when it comes down to it I think that what’s most critical in the difference between an adult and an adolescent is that adults tend to put a lot more thought into our decision making process.

That’s NOT to say “Oh dumb teenagers don’t think about stuff.” Instead, I mean that those of us with more life experience have more experience of failure. Tend to be more aware of what failure means, in practical, real world terms. We’ve seen and felt and had to find solutions to the consequences of our actions, and through doing so we’ve learned not only how to mitigate those consequences, but also ... which decisions we absolutely do not want to repeat. We more appreciate and value the experience of peace and calm and stability because we’ve had our fill of chaos and the discomfort and pain that comes with it. And so when we make any kind of life choice we’re more likely to really think it through based on what consequences we can REALLY tollerate dealing with, what risks we can REALLY accept. And we learned that by ... fucking around and finding out.

The yellowjacket teens are really showing that process in full swing, and I think it’s such a big part of what I love about it.

Shauna, pre-crash, had unprotected sex with Jeff. She knew, logically, that there was a chance that this could lead to pregnancy. But it was a very ... theoretical, vague kind of knowledge. In the same way that you know, in theory, that if you don’t wear a seatbelt you might die in a crash. It was a bad decision on her part (no judgement but it was) which could’ve been easily mitigated, if only the reality of the consequences were more clear to her. Post-stillbirth Shauna is going to be radically different. To her the consequences are VERY clear, very real, very personal. If she were transported back to that night with Jeff she’d not have done it, even if she didn’t know for SURE what was going to happen, where they’d end up. She’d just have a deeper conception of what consequences REALLY look like, in practice. What a choice that you cannot take back really feels like.

Misty smashed the flight recorder, potentially dooming the entire team. Whether or not that’s why they’re not being rescued is irrelevant, it’s what she believes. She did it on the first day, in a very emotionally fragile and intense situation. This was a TERRIBLE fucking choice, but ... she didn’t think it through. She couldn’t have, fundamentally, understood what she was doing. Because the consequences again were so theoretical, so vague. And because she was running on a high of perceived competency, she was sure that she’d help them all out, be a hero. She might well have thought that she was just delaying rescue, that at some point they’d work it out and she’d just be a big hero. The true consequences of her action only begin to really hit months afterwards. When Laura Lee died, when Jackie did too, then Crystal and now the baby... Misty knows it’s all her fault. And the blood is literally on her hands. Things are only going to get worse from here, and this Misty, this 9 months older version, covered in blood and full of guilt, wouldn’t have smashed the box. Given the choice she’d have gone back and undone it. But she can’t. Sometimes we make choices that have HORRIFIC consequences, and then all we can do is survive them, and hopefully learn from them. That’s what growth IS. We learn from mistakes, but that doesn’t mean that those mistakes are any less disastrous.

I think this is fundamentally what the yellowjacket adults are missing. Their refusal to acknowledge and process their past - and the decisions they made and the consequences that came of them - robs them of the capacity to learn from those choices. They’re stunted in their growth, frozen in place. For all their extra years in so many ways they still haven’t grown up. Instead they’ve all built coping mechanisms to hold their trauma and pain so they can pretend to function as well as possible and hide the fact that they’re all so ... stuck.

And a large part of that really comes down, I feel, to guilt. They’re making a fundamental mistake where they’re judging the actions of their younger selves by their current realities. Shauna cannot realistically relate to pre-crash Shauna anymore, and cannot understand - or forgive - herself for her irresponsibility. Misty is so full of self-hatred and guilt, blames herself for everything, she can’t possibly look at that tiny version of herself with compassion and understanding and say “You fucked up so bad, but I won’t because you did.” They’re putting the consequences of their choices before the decision making which is a really common error people have when they regret things. They make a choice that goes badly, then they regret the choice because of what happened afterwards. But if it had worked out - even if it was STILL a bad choice - they wouldn’t regret it. And they can’t acknowledge or appreciate that error because they’re not processing or analyzing their choices properly, which is keeping them stranded in time.

As an adult it is SO hard to look back at a younger you with compassion and care, to say “Oh, look at you screwing up, don’t worry you’ll learn not to be so hurt. You’ll learn how to find your stride.” And I say that having NOT actually gotten lots of people killed or eaten my friends in the wilderness. I’m not exactly proud of many of the choices I made, but I can only imagine how much harder it’d be with their level of guilt and trauma, to say “It’s okay, I was a kid, what’s done is done and all I can do is do better.”

#yellowjackets #spoilers