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[aurorialwolf]

REDACTED CHARACTERS AS CARS (based on the cars faces mostly, some on vibes)

To clarify this is NOT what I think they would drive, it is the car that I think they are!! (my apologies if this has already been done in the same way before, im sure ive seen another one of these but this is my take on it!) (all pictures DO NOT belong to me!) David - 2024 Honda Odyssey (it looks so serious and ready for duty)

Asher - Neon green Giulia Quadrifolgio (the green is based on a fic i read, also i think this one is him bc it looks like its trying not to laugh)

Milo - BMW M4 Coupe Individual Fire Orange, very specifically (it gives short and feisty vibes)

Sam - No I will not apologize

Vincent - 1990 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme Coupe (yes the one from the useless facts video, vincent is that car idc)

Porter - Something like this or something more low-key bc hes a smooth dude idk

Alexis - White Sedan (trust me. look this car up and tell me it doesnt look like. alexis vibes)

Gavin - This godless beast /lh

Caelum - This thing. Also he would drive this one so this is an exception to my earlier statement

Vega - Armoured car (idk what brand it might be under there)

Damien - whatever this is (he would NOT drive this but it gives the fiery and intense vibes that he does)

Huxley - 2024 Jeep Wrangler (low hanging fruit, I know)

Lasko - 1972 Ferrari (it looks so shy)

Kody - Chrysler Grand Caravan (VERY different from the Dodge Grand Caravan, rest in peace) (god i hate the chrysler grand caravan)

ILL MAKE MORE OF THESE IF YALL FOUND IT FUNNY! kudos to anyone else who made this kind of post before me, it wasnt inspired by anyone (literally the last car giving kody vibes is what inspired this whole thing jdkfghskjdh) but i know it had to have been done before and i think it was a moot of mine but i cant remember sowwy :(

[elumish]

My Experience With Digital-First Royalty-Only Publishing (Part 2)

Disclaimer: just my experience, may not reflect other people's

Part 1 (What is this sort of publishing; how did I get published; what does the submission, contract, and editing process look like)

Book Release:

My [redacted] book came out in April 2024. It is available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and the publisher's own website, where it is listed for a couple dollars less than on Amazon/B&N. It's available both digitally (in multiple different file formats) and for print (paperback).

I can't speak for whether this is standard across these sorts of publishers, but it probably isn't unusual. This does mean that the book can't be available on Kindle Unlimited, given how Kindle Unlimited's requirements work.

The timing for this sort of publishing is extremely fast compared to traditional or even small-press print publishing. I signed the contract in late August 2023 and sent in the final draft to my editor in late October 2023, and the book was released in late April 2024.

Book cover:

For designing my book cover, they pointed me towards where they pull stock images from and asked me to describe the sort of cover I would want, including possible stock images. They also asked for physical characteristics of my characters, which is when I realized that I had no clue what my characters look like.

The stock image website included AI art, as well as regular non-AI stock images. I specifically requested no AI art, including no AI-generated stock images. As far as I am aware, they respected that request.

Once they created one, they sent me a mock-up and asked about minor changes (typography, etc., from what I remember). I didn't have any changes. Overall, my cover looks like what I described to them, and I'm really happy with it.

Marketing:

My marketing experience with my publisher has been decidedly underwhelming. They seem to have started to revamp their marketing process right around when my book came out, so my book didn't receive/hasn't received a huge amount of marketing support from them.

What they gave me marketing-wise: a few marketing images for pre-release/post-release, including Twitter and FB header images, etc.; general marketing guidance for what I could/should be doing; a couple of mentions on their publisher Instagram post-release and a mention in their weekly newsletter

What they didn't give me marketing-wise: connection to reviewers, including sending an ARC or providing a list of reviewers that might be good to work with; marketing materials for sites like TikTok or Instragram; a meaningful amount of airtime/mention on their accounts; a large following of their own

Overall, the marketing is what is probably most like self-publishing--a huge amount of it is on me (and I am terrible at it). It will be interesting to see what their revamp brings, but they are starting from a minimal following and not a lot of previous activity on their accounts, and so they also need to build their reach to make their marketing on their accounts more effective.

Royalties/payment:

I get paid on a monthly basis through PayPal. I also receive a royalty statement that lists days, amount/type sold, etc. so I can reconcile with what they have paid me. From what I have seen this royalty statement is pretty standard.

So far, they've been prompt and haven't had issues with payments.

However, because of (among other things) their general lack of marketing, my royalty statements have been fairly low. So far (and, granted, the book came out less than 2 months ago) I have made very little money on this.

My Path Forward:

I've thought a lot about whether I will continue to do this sort of publishing. I am currently querying my "main" books, and I don't plan to publish them through this sort of publishing, even if the publisher would likely accept them.

My contract stipulates that my publisher has right of first refusal for the rest of the books in this series. I am currently writing book two, and I plan to also write a third, as I had initially discussed with them. Beyond that, I'm not sure. I don't mind working with them as a company, but I don't know if they have the processes in place for me to make money publishing with them.

One thing I will likely do is explore other romance publishers that accept unagented submissions. They have a much lower barrier of entry and they are often willing to accept books that trad publishers might not want to spend money/reputational risk on.

As such, I would likely submit to these publishers stories that I don't think traditional publishers/agents would likely to be willing to publish, including more niche subgenres and less standard lengths that are easier to publish digitally.

Why do I redact the name of my book?

Honestly because I'm a coward and because people are weird about romance, especially certain subgenres of romance. I also plan to use this account for my main agented publishing, if I ever reach that point, and I don't necessarily want those two pen names associated.

Any other questions about this sort of publishing?

[fearfulfertility]

CONFIDENTIAL ETHICS REPORT

DRC, Internal Affairs Division, Ethics & Compliance Command

To: Operations Oversight Committee

From: Chief Operating Officer [REDACTED], Ethics Compliance Officer

Date: [REDACTED]

Subject: Comprehensive Review of the Ethics Training Program

Executive Summary

This report reviews the current Ethics Training Program (ETP) across all operational paternity compounds. The program, originally designed to instill a sense of moral discipline, professional integrity, and emotional detachment, has encountered significant challenges in achieving its objectives. 

Despite mandatory completion rates of [REDACTED]%, on-the-ground observations indicate that ethical lapses remain persistent. This review aims to identify existing weaknesses in the training framework and propose enhancements to ensure staff uphold DRC values of compliance, efficiency, and emotional neutrality.

Key Findings

I. Declining Ethical Compliance

Despite repeated training modules emphasizing professional distance, a recent audit found:

[REDACTED]% of staff exhibited unnecessary physical engagement with surrogates, ranging from [REDACTED] to unauthorized [REDACTED].

[REDACTED]% of handlers reported experiencing "existential guilt episodes" after prolonged surrogate interactions.

[REDACTED]% of new recruits required retraining after expressing---

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II. Inappropriate Surrogate Relations

Despite the introduction of the Male Paternity Regulation and Evaluation Guide (MPREG), security audits and surveillance reviews have uncovered multiple incidents in which staff have failed to maintain appropriate boundaries with surrogates. These violations undermine the core principles of surrogate management and jeopardize operational efficiency by fostering unhealthy emotional dependencies and encouraging surrogate non-compliance.

Documented Breaches:

Unauthorized Physical Contact

Multiple reports indicate staff members engaging in “excessive belly-rubbing” under the guise of "medical check-ups," with some employees spending prolonged periods tracing stretch marks and remarking on the “impressive elasticity” of surrogate skin.

In one instance, an employee was observed resting his forehead against a surrogate's abdomen, citing an attempt to "listen for movement patterns."

Security footage captured a handler providing “unsanctioned belly massages” of seven late-term surrogates (immobile due to the size of pregnancies), commenting on the "firmness" and "size" even when surrogates protested the contact.

Surrogate Statement

"I kept telling him it wasn't necessary, but he just kept running his hands over my belly, saying he was 'checking for ripeness.' It felt weird—like he wasn’t even listening to me. I couldn’t move much, and he took advantage of that." — Surrogate S138-908-M, 30 days gestation with tridecuplets (13)

Employee Statement

"Listen, the bigger they get, the more we need to monitor things up close. You can’t just eyeball this stuff—you must feel it and assess how the skin’s stretching. If I rest my head on their stomach, it’s just to check fetal movement. Some of these guys have so many in there, it’s hard to tell what’s going on otherwise." — Handler, Employee ID# HS-138-033

Excessive Engagement During Lactation Sessions

Instances have been documented where staff members linger beyond their allotted monitoring times during surrogate lactation cycles, citing the need to "ensure maximum output."

Reports detail employees offering unsolicited physical contact during surrogate pectoral care, including lotion applications that fall outside their scope of responsibilities.

One employee was reprimanded after being discovered providing “oral collection,” allegedly to "maximize output," despite explicit prohibitions against direct interference.

Surrogate Statement

"He was supposed to check the pumps, but he just stood there watching… way too long. Then he started helping me put lotion on without asking. I told him I could do it myself, but he kept saying it was 'part of the procedure.' It made me really uncomfortable, but what am I supposed to do? I can’t exactly get up and leave." — Surrogate S111-334-L, 28 days gestation with dodecuplets (12)

Employee Statement

"I was just making sure he was comfortable! These guys leak all day; you wouldn’t believe the state of their skin. If I stay a little longer to make sure the lotion is applied evenly, it’s because I care about their well-being." — Lactation Technician, Employee ID# HS-111-115

Compromising Language 

Audio logs indicate staff addressing surrogates using inappropriate language, such as: 

Overripe

Milk Machines

Fetus Factories

Human Brooders

Staff have been overheard offering unnecessary commentary during routine examinations, with remarks such as” 

A gut full of government property…

All belly, no brains…

His womb is bigger than his future…

That belly’s in its own zip code…

Push or pop, your choice…

I’ve seen parade floats smaller than him…

Surrogate Statement

"They act like we’re not even people. One called me a ‘baby factory’ right to my face. They joke about us like we’re nothing but our wombs and pecs. It’s humiliating. I hear them laughing, saying stuff like, ‘Another day, another pop and drops.’" — Surrogate S119-501-R, 23 days gestation with Octodecuplets (18)

Employee Statement

"It’s just harmless fun. You see the same thing every day. You gotta lighten the mood. Yeah, we joke around a bit—what’s the harm? We don’t mean anything by it. If calling them ‘overripe’ gets us to relax, then what’s the problem?" — Compound Attendant, Employee ID# HS-119-187

Misuse of Medical Equipment:

Several staffers were found to be conducting authorized medical check-ups, recording or imaging surrogates, raising concerns that these materials are being used for personal gratification or unauthorized sale.

Surrogate Statement

"I noticed one of the nurses recording me... at first I thought it was a medical checkup but then he followed me into the showers. They’re not checking for my health—they’re keeping it for themselves. It’s disturbing. I don’t know who’s looking at me." — Surrogate S127-672-N, 25 days gestation with Quattuordecuplets (14)

Employee Statement

"Look, sometimes you see something interesting, and you want to study it later. These guys carry huge loads, and it’s fascinating from a medical perspective. I may have saved a few pictures, but it’s strictly professional… mostly. If some of the guys take a peek after hours, well, that’s their business." — Medical Technician, Employee ID# HS-127-087

III. Rising Moral Hesitations

Data collected from exit interviews indicate an alarming decline in ethical standards across multiple paternity compounds, with widespread reports of staff failing to uphold professional boundaries in their interactions with surrogates. 

Despite the implementation of the Male Paternity Regulation and Evaluation Guide (MPREG), surrogates have expressed discomfort and frustration with these breaches, noting that staff often dismiss or minimize their concerns. Meanwhile, employees continue to rationalize their actions, citing the unique challenges of surrogate management as justification for their behavior. The increasing frequency of these incidents signals a systemic failure to enforce ethical training and disciplinary measures, necessitating immediate corrective action to restore professional integrity and safeguard surrogate welfare.

IV. Proposed Ethics Training Enhancements

To mitigate these issues and strengthen staff resilience against ethical drift, the following measures are proposed:

Mandatory Hands-Off Policy Enforcement with Physical Barriers

A revised "Look, Don't Touch" policy will be implemented to combat the persistent issue of unauthorized physical contact. Staff will also undergo regular "hand discipline" exercises, reinforcing professional restraint techniques.

Behavioral Detachment Conditioning Program

Employees will participate in an intensive desensitization curriculum to mitigate emotional attachments and unhealthy fixations. Daily affirmations such as “Submission, Not Compassion” and “Productivity Over Personal” will be recited to reinforce emotional neutrality.

Milking Procedure Automation Initiative

In response to the growing concern of excessive lactation engagement, compounds will explore the use of fully automated milking stations, eliminating the need for staff to intervene manually. Advanced monitoring tools will ensure accurate data collection without physical oversight. Employees lingering in lactation zones will face immediate reassignment to less surrogate-focused duties.

Conclusion

The proposed enhancements to the ETP, including stricter enforcement measures, behavioral conditioning, and technological interventions, aim to address these concerns through deterrence, accountability, and operational improvements.

By implementing a robust hands-off policy, reinforcing professional detachment through targeted training, and introducing automation to reduce unnecessary interaction, the DRC can work towards restoring ethical discipline within the workforce. Ultimately, the success of these measures will depend on leadership commitment, ongoing surveillance, and a willingness to adapt training strategies to the evolving challenges of surrogate management.

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To: Chief Operating Officer [REDACTED], Ethics & Compliance Command

From: Director [REDACTED]

Date: [REDACTED]

Subject: RE: Comprehensive Review of the Ethics Training Program

While I acknowledge the concerns outlined in your report regarding ethical lapses, I must emphasize that operational productivity remains our primary focus. The reality is that our quotas are being met—exceeded, in fact—and that should be our key metric of success, not a handful of staff engaging in what I can only describe as “overenthusiastic” surrogate monitoring.

The bottom line is this: as long as the babies are born on schedule and our quotas are satisfied, I see no pressing need to disrupt compound operations with redundant policy enforcement and additional training.

Frankly, the incidents described—while colorful—reflect the unique demands of our workforce. Staff working closely with surrogates day in and day out are bound to find creative ways to “stay engaged,” and quite honestly, if a little belly rubbing keeps morale high and output consistent, I see no reason to intervene. After all, we're running a high-pressure operation, not a monastery.

I trust that my position on this matter is clear.

Continue monitoring for any gross misconduct that may threaten productivity, but let’s not get bogged down policing every lingering glance or overzealous stretch mark examination.

Director [REDACTED]

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[sandwitchstories]

Chance Encounter- Part 3: Epiphany

Part 3 of Chance Encounter was totally and completely unplanned, but here it is! I hope you enjoy it!

To read this fic on AO3 please click here!

Sukuna returns from a trip with Kenjaku to find out reader has been ill. The morning after a night of passion with his spouse, Sukuna has an epiphany.

(Better if you have read part one and two, but this can be read as a stand alone one shot. This is the backstory for Reader x Sukuna in my AU)

Part 1: Curiosity can be found here: Tumblr or AO3

Part 2: Serendipity can be found here: Tumblr or AO3

WC: 3100

CW: MDNI, Smut, AFAB reader, AFAB terms used to describe reader's naughty bits, creampie, oral f!receiving, true form Sukuna, four armed Sukuna, two <redacted> Sukuna (iykyk), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal sex, fingingering, Sukuna's tummy mouth is absolutely its own warning, pregnancy mentioned at the very end, mentioned morning sickness but not described

You smiled as Sukuna filled you in on the details of his most recent jaunt with Kenjaku while he undressed in the privacy of your joint room. Honestly, you couldn’t care less about the leech known as Kenjaku, but you could spend hours listening to Sukuna speak about anything.

You loved the way he spoke and the sound of his voice. He spoke with an elegance one would not expect. You had once asked him about that and he had replied with something along the lines of just because others think you are trash does not make it true and that one should always hold themselves to the highest standards.

Your mind wandered to the past and you took a moment to reflect on it. That day in the market, when you decided to come home with him, had been the first day of the rest of your life and you hadn’t even known it. Coming back to this estate with him that day was the best decision you had ever made. 

The first time you saw him, that chance encounter, would always be etched within your mind. He was beautiful, and you had wanted to have him for the night. And then that night turned into many more. Now three years later you sat here, married, and basking in the glow of the life you were building together.

Sukuna interrupted your thoughts with a sudden statement in a stern tone. “I am concerned.”

“About what, my love?” You asked as you lounged naked in bed watching your husband disrobe. Sukuna was just so damn beautiful. At 7’3” made of solid, bulging muscles with 4 arms, he was an imposing sight. But every single inch of that man was carved perfection to you. You couldn’t wait for him to slide into these silk sheets next to you To climb on top of him and-

“Uraume told me you were vomiting the whole time I was gone,” Sukuna looked at you over his shoulder.

“They are such a busy body,” You huffed and crossed your arms. 

“So you have been,” he removed his kimono and threw it over the bamboo changing partition before turning back to you, hands on his hips. “What ails you?”

“I’m fine,” you smiled at him. “Now, hurry up. Get naked and get over here. Your wife has missed you.”

He arched an eyebrow at you, “Are you feeling ill currently?”

“No, far, far from it,” you bit your lip and unabashedly ran your eyes over his form. That was your man. Your territory. Your beloved. Your everything. 

He hummed at you, eyes narrowing and head tilting back slightly as he decided if he believed you. You knew exactly how to derail his thought process and stop his line of questioning. You slid the crimson sheets off of you as you rose to sit facing him on your knees. His eyes hungrily took in your nude form, pausing on your breasts before going lower. You parted your thighs as his gaze drifted lower. His belly mouth licked its lips and you knew you had him right where you wanted him. 

“Tell me. How much did you miss me?”

“I would much rather show you. Come. Here.” You crooked yer finger at him, beckoning him to move towards you. 

“Show me then.” He chuckled at your pouty face. “Aw… What’s the matter, precious one? Can’t show me from here?”

“Not the way I want to,” you gave him an even more exaggerated pout with your plump bottom lip as low as it could go. 

“And what is it that you want to show me?”

“All the things I have been missing and dreaming of while I was left here all by my lonesome.”

“Don’t be dramatic. Uraume was here.” One of his large hands moved to cup his hardening cock through his pants. “Tell me about these things you missed so much.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as your eyes followed the movements of his hand on his cock. Well, two can play that game. You moved to be sitting with your legs stretched out in front of you. You ran your hands down your body to cup your breasts, staring at him as you squeezed them. “I’ve dreamed of how much I missed your hands on my body, touching my skin.”

“Keep going.”

You bit your lip as you toyed with your nipples, pulling on them as they hardened. One hand drifted lower down your stomach. You watched all 4 of his eyes following your hand, making you clench around nothing but your own longing. You braced on one hand as you brought your knees up and placed your feet on the bed, spreading your legs wide open for him. You stopped with your hand on your lower stomach.

“I did not say to stop, did I?” he asked, his voice taking on a tone that made molten lava pool between your thighs. 

You slid your hand lower, sliding your fingers through your slick lips, moaning softly as your fingers brushed over your throbbing pearl. You closed your eyes as you slid two fingers into your cunt, pumping several times. Your head leaned back just slightly as pleasure started coursing through your veins. “My fingers don’t feel nearly as good as yours or your cock.”

“I don’t doubt that,” he said with a snide chuckle.

You opened your eyes, fingers still slowly, just barely pumping. You moaned softly at how hard you could see he was by the twin  tents in his pants he was palming. “Why must you keep me waiting?”

“You’re the one stalling, brat. You know what I want.,” he said, pulling his pants low enough to free his cock and balls. “Show me how you get yourself off when I am not here. Let me see you cum for me, precious one. And then I will make all of our dreams come true.”

“Our dreams? Have you dreamed of me too while you were away?” You asked, fingers smearing your slick up and down your pussy. “Did you miss me, Sukuna?”

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.”

“I just like to hear it,” you bit your lip and rocked on your fingers before using your fingers to spread your soaked cunt open to his gaze. “Can’t you see how badly I need you? How wet I am for you?”

“Oh, I can. But I told you what to do to end this. Now, be a good little kitten and cum for me.” His eyes watched your hands as he stroked himself, his thumb smearing the pre across the tip. He decided to take a little bit of pity on you, merely because he was tired of your game and wanted to be buried balls deep inside of you already. “Cum for me so I can give you my cock. So I can fuck everyhold on that beautiful body that belongs to me. Cum for me so I can show you how much I missed you as well.”

His words along with frenzied strokes of your clit sent you over the edge. You cried out his name, throwing your head back as you came. You hadn’t finished riding your high before he was on you. One hand braced by your head. The lower two grabbed your legs behind your knees, spreading you wide and rolling your hips back so he had unfettered aspect to your pretty little cunt. The final hand gripped your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze as he shoved his belly tongue into your dripping hole. 

He grinned as you cried out again, louder this time, another orgasm slamming into you as you pulsed and throbbed on his large tongue. “That’s it, precious one. That’s it.”

Your hands buried in his hair, pulling him down into a passionate frenzied kiss as his belly tongue still licked, prodded, and swirled inside of you, devouring every single drop of your essence he could. Sukuna dominated the kiss from the start as he always did. One of his hands quickly gathered both of your hands and pressed them into the bed above your head, shackled by his grip. The hand that had been on your chin quickly replaced the tongue in your cunt. He wasted not a second on slow and tender. His finger thrust into you over and over again, making you cry out and arch your back as much as you could. 

“So wet for me,”  he growled, adding a second finger.

“Please,” You begged, trying to move against his fingers even with your thighs held open and pinned. 

He removed his hand from your pussy, sucking his fingers clean and groaning softly at your flavor. He shoved his fingers back into your pussy, pumping and circling the long thing digits several times before pulling them out and bringing them to your lips. You opened your mouth, taking in the digits and sucking them clean, never breaking eye contact. His little pervert.

“Make sure to leave some spit,” he said, leaning down to suck a mark onto your neck, grazing the skin with his teeth.

You did as he asked, moaning as his tongue replaced his fingers in your mouth. You shivered as you felt the fingers covered in your spit start teasing the tight muscle of your ass. His finger circling and dipping in a teasing manner before working it into you. 

Even though he broke the kiss, he easily kept you too occupied to focus on the discomfort as he worked you open for him. The giant tongue on his stomach was doing things inside of you that you couldn’t even try to comprehend. All you could do was writhe in pleasure beneath him. A trembling, whimpering, mess. 

Your orgasm came on suddenly and violently, making your whole body tense and arch before pleasure flooded your veins. You looked up at him with eyes clouded in pleasure and longing. “Please, Suk. Please. Need to feel you inside me.”

“You look so beautiful when you beg for my cocks,” Sukuna said, leaning down to kiss you again before sitting back on his haunches, eyes fixed between your legs. 

He gripped his cock, gathering your cream on the tip before pressing into you. The fingers still holding you spread for him tensed and he bit his lip at the feel of your hot, velvet tunnel welcoming him home.

He held your gaze as he rocked, feeding you more and more of his cock. Inch by thick inch. While he was not in the mood for the slow shit tonight, he was not going to hurt the one he loved by slamming balls deep into you in one thrust. He was aware of his size, and he wanted you to feel nothing but pleasure. He never wanted you to feel anything negative associated with his touch.

You let out a soft groan as he bottomed out. “You feel so good.”

He leaned over and pressed kisses to your forehead and cheeks, gentle kisses and nips trailing down your neck to your shoulder. Sweet kisses on your lips while he tucked hair behind your ear. His large hands let your thighs relax and gently massaged the muscles. 

This gentle side of him was reserved for you and you alone. You relished the soft caresses from every one of his hands on your body. His teeth began sinking deeper into your flesh and you could feel his nails sharpening just enough to have a slight sting when they pressed in as his grip tightened. He ground his hips against you and you knew the, always short lived, sweet side of him had reached its end. 

“Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll make you feel even better.” 

Your heart sped up in anticipation and your pussy and ass clenched around his thick lengths. You nipped his bottom lip, pulling on it and letting it bounce back.  “Show me how much you missed me, Suk.”

His mouth captured yours and his tongue shoved between your lips demanding entrance as his hips started to move, pulling out a little more each time until he was pulling all the way out and shoving himself all the way back in. Sukuna was filling every part of you at once and your body felt like lightening was spreading like wildfire, coming alive for him. 

Sukuna broke the kiss. The hand pinning your wrists tightened and he yanked you back into the cradle of his lap, the nails of two hands biting into the skin of your hips. The third hand wrapped loosely around your throat, applying just enough pressure to be aware of its presence and make a shiver run down your spine. 

He smirked down into your cock drunk face with a lazy smirk that reminded you of a large cat taunting its prey. His hand tightened just a little as his hips picked up speed. “Did I dream of you? Did I miss you? What foolish questions those were. I’ll just have to fuck you, ruin you, until you understand you never have to ask such pathetic questions again, precious one.”

“So you did,” you smirked, moaning when he gave a sharp thrust in return, both cocks thumping deep inside of you.

He began thrusting harder and faster, taking pleasure in the way your tight little cunt squeezed and fluttered around one cock and your ass fit so snug and warm around the other. The tongue on his belly dove down to give your bundle of nerves a seat before diving in to feast, making you cry out loudly in pleasure and over stimulation. 

“I did, precious one, I did.”

Sukuna awoke to a god awful sound. “So you are still feeling like shit.”

“I wasn’t last night,” you quipped back, resting your forehead against your arm as it braced on the rim of the wash bucket you had grabbed to be sick in. You knelt on the floor not far from the bed, trying to summon any strength you had left. You took some slow deep breaths before you sat up. You wobbled a little as you stood, head pounding from the vomiting.

Sukuna scooped you up in his arms and laid you back down in your bed. He glared daggers at you as he knelt on one knee on the bed, leaning over you. His annoyance was plain as day. You could see the unvoiced questions being launched as almost accusations in his mind.

He was probably thinking about how you could use RCT or soul eating to heal yourself. He was probably thinking about how he could use RCT to heal and you hadn’t asked. Hell, even Uraume could have helped you. He was undoubtedly confused and frustrated by why you hadn’t gotten treatment but you knew more than anything he just wanted you to feel better, even if he would most likely never voice it.

He pressed his palm to your stomach and used his RCT to flood your body with the positive energy to heal you. He felt the warmth spreading from his hand. Except it shot back at him. He grunted and closed his eyes, focusing his senses more to snuff out the issue. He froze. His eyes shot open and locked with yours as he had an epiphany.

“I’m not sick, Sukuna and you cannot heal me,” you said, cupping his cheek. You gave him a teary eyed smile as your thumbs traced the line of his jaw. You pulled his head down to kiss his lips gently three times before resting your foreheads together as you spoke, hands still lovingly holding the back of his head. “I’m pregnant, Suk. You’re going to be such a wonderful father.”

[hushed-chorus]

Hola folks! And thank you to everyone who keeps tagging me! I hope to return to regular engagement, but my energy levels remain on a low ebb. I might need to be realistic about my ongoing spoon availability. 

But I’m still writing in bits and pieces, even if little has seen the light of day. I’ve got a number of chapters of For All Intents and Purposes waiting in the wings. Hopefully real life will cool off and @erzbethluna and I will soon be posting again!

And I’m working on a fic for @carryon-disability-week. It’s a post-apocalypse, Fallout-inspired AU titled Hope Springs Eternal. The plot is broadly outlined, and chapter one is almost ready for my beta. 

Finally, a new chapter of Those Glowing, Magickal Years went live on Friday and I’ll be posting weekly until Year Two is all up. Then a pause while I finished Year Three and return to a weekly schedule. Rinse and repeat.

Here’s a snippet from the latest chapter of TGMY:

“It was the perfect introduction, Basil. You are Natasha Pitch’s son.” Fiona nods her head towards the rest of the room. “[REDACTED].” Yes, that had been the idea. Once, before I even started Watford, my father told me how my mother took the stage at her club debut [REDACTED], and I knew I had to do the same. I wanted to make a statement. I wanted to remind everyone that I am her son and I stood for her legacy.  Which was true, once. Before the bloodlust came. Before the Mage took me under his wing. Before I saw Snow’s power, came to believe in it, and started helping his muddling efforts to find his place in it all.  Now I fear that I’m using my mother as a shield. As a way to hide my treachery.

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The Grim Dark Archives: Statement #005 Named Cybertronians

[Statement taken from [Redacted] on [Redacted: Sensitive data] regarding known Cybertronians. They were asked to elaborate on the Cybertronians that have been recorded as being present on Earth after the alien known as Cliffjumper was killed in action. We know very little about the event, but supposedly Cliffjumper was deployed to search for Decepticon activity.

According to the report given to us by Optimus Prime, Cliffjumper found where Decepticon agents were mining energon and promptly initiated combat. This resulted in his capture by the Decepticons, and although a corpse has yet to be recovered, the Autobots reported that his vitals flatlined.

High command saw fit to use [Redacted]'s knowledge to try and gain an understanding of just how many aliens we could possibly be dealing with in the near future. Thankfully [Redacted] was more than willing to speak on the matter and has already expressed an interest on elaborating more on certain individuals.

Statement begins.]

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Oh this is the kind of question I will gladly answer. Collecting data on people, organizations, a various beliefs is my specialty. Now, since you are already familiar with the Autobots, I shall begin with them.

Let's start with the two wheeler. Her designation is Arcee, as you know. She is of a small sub-class of Cybertronians known as 'femmes' and well known for her abilities. Let me warn you now, femmes are some of the most terrifying Cybertronians out there, and not for the reason you may think. They may be small and seem feminine to you organics, but our femmes are built with strange and unique abilities alongside their differing processing methods. I will go more in depth regarding Cybertronian femmes a bit later. For now, all you need to know is that they latch onto the mentally or physically weak amongst our kind. And at that point, they claim the mech in question and slowly prepare to use their ability and... improve them.

Don't question it right now. There will be time for explanations later. For now, we are doing an overview aren't we? Anyway, her records do not go back to before the war, but personal investigation leads me to believe that she likely worked for the High Council in some capacity. She has ties to the Primacy but largely sticks with the Prime because he likes having a femme around to throw at enemies. Femmes are vicious creatures. Honestly considering how much Arcee liked him, Cliffjumper was a dead mech walking anyway. He's lucky to have been killed by the enemy rather than face the fate of those chosen by femmes. I've been the subject of a femme's interest once. I barely made it out alive. Thank Primus the Archives took me before she did.

Cliffjumper is rather irrelevant now, but I will go over him anyway in case he somehow manages to walk off whatever the Decepticons did to him. He actually doesn't have a ton on his record. He was a regular recruit, one recorded signing on sometime around the height of the war when factions had to be picked. There was nothing out of the ordinary about him, and in fact, he fell below average strength levels for most soldiers. That is probably what got Arcee interested in him. Poor mech came from one of the outer cities and probably didn't know what in the pits a femme even was. Its unfortunate that he's dead, but I honestly do think it was likely in his best interest. He would have dealt with so much suffering otherwise.

May he rest at peace as one with the Allspark.

Next up is Bulkhead. You know? The one who beat me into scrap? Don't play stupid. I am no fool. I am well aware you saw that footage. We will be discussing that later. Now about him, he is a Wrecker. His augmentations are specifically made by Wreckers for Wreckers and he will die for the organization. All those who join the Wreckers are bound to them forever. There simply is no escape once the augmentations are finished. Most don't want to leave, and Bulkhead falls into that category. I can go into more depth about the Wreckers and their... beliefs, a bit later. At the moment, let it be known that he does not give a flying frag about you squishies. He follows the creed of his kind and thankfully for all of you, that creed does not permit unnecessary damage to native lifeforms of foreign worlds. Last I checked, he serves the Prime because that is part of his duty and Prime gave him the means to deal with a grudge of his. He has a personal investment here on Earth because he heard that there was a rouge Wrecker here somewhere.

No I will not elaborate right now. You lot need to be paying close attention to what comes next, so I will not linger on topics at the moment.

Ratchet is the resident medic. I believe I have expressed my fears before, but seriously, medics are DANGEROUS. I cannot emphasize that enough. The insane fraggers hyperfocus on one field and one faction and they stick to it like glue. They cling to their alliances and progeny like a parasite and will fight and even maim one another over patients. Ratchet is one of the best and worst medics I have ever encountered. His genius is legendary and he is one of the few who have ever been able to absorb all medical knowledge without focusing too hard on any particular field or falling to medical madness. Yes that is a real issue amongst my kind.

He also is not quite as insane as the others because of his upbringing out in the middle of nowhere during the age before the Quintessons came. But with that said, his motives are dubious at best. He is loyal to the Prime alone and would gladly frag over anyone who is not a medic or an Autobot. He also is not fond of you fleshies, but he does his job and should probably not be too bad so long as you don't catch his interest. Honestly getting the interest of any of my kind is a bad idea, so I suggest just not doing that. Medics in particular have one pit of a subculture that makes them a pain in the aft to understand, even for the average Cybertronian.

Now, moving on from the mad medic, Bumblebee is the team scout, and for good reason. He is totally unaugmented. He has no attachments whatsoever. No commlink, no programming, no battle codes, no inbuilt weapons, no specializations, nothing at all. He is practically a civilian and has to work himself half to death just to keep up with the rest of our kind who get augments nearly the moment they are old enough to handle them. If you are looking for the safest Autobot, you will find it in him. He is still one of my kind, but possess a great ability to empathize, or at least offer aid without expecting something in return. He never got any alteration programming, which may explain his more reasonable disposition. But of course, there is a reason for that.

I will not go into detail right now, but Bumblebee is kept from receiving augments on purpose. It is easier for mecha without augments to receive the Matrix of leadership and live reasonable lives under its control. Optimus is by no means loving, but he cares for what he sees as his. Bumblebee is being trained to be physically stronger than the others and mentally hardened so that he can bear the burden should Optimus fall. Either that, or he is being prepared to carry the weight of our people's history if another is found more suitable. The Prime is currently a walking databank for all of Cybertronian knowledge. One way or another, Bumblebee will carry the weight of one station, be it that of the Archive or the Matrix. He cannot escape, but it does not seem like he wishes to. He is loyal to his Sire and to the cause after all.

As for Optimus Prime himself? He is a whole series of statements on his own. To give you the thousand mile high overview, he was originally a dock worker. He was normal, much like Bumblebee. He had the attention of a femme, but he seemed to have a reasonable lifespan on him regardless of that fact. Then the Archive took him, and there he became one of theirs. He was one of the many sets of optics and frames which belonged to the Archive. And yet, he took interest in Megatronus, the leader of the Decepticons. Orion Pax, as was his name at the time, had his reasons for being involved. However through a series of accidents, he found himself being prepped for war. He was offered as a sacrifice, and the last resort relic that is the Matrix of Leadership was given to him. Since then he has led the war and done everything in his power to take what he sees as his.

He is a master at manipulation and adaptation. He can and will find information on every subject and devour it like a starving mech. If he finds you interesting, he will tear you apart to gain every last fact and iota of information. There is no escape from him, and until he gets what he wants, he will not allow anyone to stand in his way. His goals are complex, and even I do not fully understand. But he fights all the same and will kill you regardless. Be wary of him. He is by far the most dangerous simply because he has lived so long.

Primes do not last longer than a few millennia. And yet Optimus has lived for over four million years. That should be a sign that he's clever and has ways to bypass what we have always assumed was a death sentence.

For the Decepticons, there have only been three confirmed units and one unconfirmed thus far. I will explain any others as they become relevant. To begin, there is Starscream, the Lord of Vos. He is a seeker, a subsection of flight class Cybertronians that do not fall in line with normal standards. Seekers were complete isolationists before the war, even going so far as to have their own ever moving city, language, and culture. They do not use modern technology, they do not worship Primus, and their rituals are savage even by Cybertronian standards. I will go into more depth on them later, but for the time being, just know that Starscream being the Lord of Vos essentially puts him in the position of Shaman for his kind. He is a follower of nature and seeks to keep things in balance while remaining faithful to his culture. Due to how little is known about Vosian culture and Seekers as a whole, he is unpredictable. His motives are almost entirely impossible to figure out and he will fight in the way of the ancients. By all accounts the Seekers should have been wiped out eons ago, but their methods are... surprisingly effective.

Cunning and strange, Starscream's methods are unorthodox and his loyalty is all but void. He serves whatever it is he worships, his people, and himself. That is all. He has no mortals or ethics even amongst our rather loose ones. The only benefit you humans will find in his nature is that he is not fond of killing without reason and likely will leave you alone if you don't bother him. But of course he is a spontaneous mech and could just as easily turn up in the dead of night and slaughter you all will no explanation. Leave him be, that is my suggestion.

Soundwave is Megatron's second in command, at least behind the scenes. He joined up with the Decepticons long before they were official and knows more than I care to bother explaining. Not a spark actually knows what he is, but him and others like him, such. as the Autobot Blaster, have an ability that gives them an edge. He is able to house symbiotes, beings that I have no real clue where they come from. Soundwave and those like him are recorded appearing out of the blue randomly only to then latch onto mecha of interest in a manner like femmes. Those mecha proceed to live out their lives normally, but usually just before death, Soundwave and his kind will drag them off never to be seen again. Within a few vorns, a new symbiote can be noted running around. I hypothesize that whatever is done to the dying plays a role in the creation of symbiotes, but I do not have enough information. Soundwave serves Megatron, that is what matters.

He can get into just about anything and very little is known about him as a whole. No known motives, no known origin, no known anything really. He is a stranger who appeared in the pits alongside Megatron and simply never went away. Keep clear of him if you can. He is a mech that even the average Cybertronian tries to steer away from.

Vehicons are clone soldiers that might as well be civilians with toy blasters attached to them. They are normal mecha who are held together by some grand communication array that I am not familiar with. They are mass produced, hold very little value, and oftentimes do not have much personality aside from the one that they all share. They work without question and die in droves before being promptly replaced. Honestly your biggest concern is possibly being stepped on. The Vehicons are untrained newsparks at worst and competent but low level ground units at best. Until they develop more as individuals, they are not too great a threat save for when they are sent out in waves.

Lastly there is Megatron, currently MIA Lord of the Decepticons. He came from the mines of Kaon and somehow managed to work past the slave coding installed in him long enough to simply wander out of the pits. He was a scumbag in the redlight district for a while before spontaneously ending up in the pits as a Gladiator. There he gained a following and did his best to fight for his cause before ultimately turning to war to make things more faster. This backfired horribly if you can't tell. Now he is a mech who seems lost more often than not. He has been noted having patchy memory, more so after every interaction with Optimus Prime. He is only as cruel as was normal in the redlight district and his most concerning trait is his astounding lack of care for anything orderly or organic. He hates programing or augmentation and only tolerates it in his soldiers to win. Augments enrage him to such an extent that he has been noted acting out of normal parameters in response to heavily altered individuals. He wants chaos, that is what you need to know.

If he thinks it would further his ends, he would gladly wipe this planet off the map. However he does nothing without reason, and so unless you garner his attention, you should be fine. Stay away from him, don't mention anything related to the Archive or the Matrix, and all should be well... for the most part.

I can tell you more later, but for now, you best keep your organic optics on the happenings going on. If Cliffjumper is dead, it means there is a very real chance things are going to spiral and do so fast.

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[Statement end.

The timestamps have been removed from these reports in response to [Redacted]'s information on the Cybertronian known as Soundwave. What information we have is critical for our survival, and we simply cannot risk it being destroyed even if the alien able to do so with ease likely won't ever bother to damage our files.

We expect [Redacted] to be giving us much more data soon, especially since they have begun to warm up to me and my fellow agents since their repairs were completed. They have also requested to be referred to by masculine pronouns, perhaps as a sign of trust? Whatever the case, we are making progress. Hopefully we will have a reasonable way to fight back against the aliens soon, at least if their guns settle on us.

Agent Witwicky signing off.

Recording ends.]

[cult-of-the-eye]

(TW brief allusion to car crashes, monster horror)

Statement of Chitra Kulkarni, regarding the view out of her bedroom window. Originally given 27th May 2008, recorded 31st March 2024, by [REDACTED], Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, Manchester.

Statement begins. 

I don’t know what you want me to say, ok? I was literally just looking out my window and something seemed weird and now for some fucking reason, I’m here. No, I’m not gonna calm down, I don’t even want to be here in the first place. Jesus christ. [sounds of slumping in chair]

[unintelligible] 

Fine. I guess. I can start somewhere.

I.. am not the biggest fan of my room. It’s not like I’ve had many horrific experiences in there, just a lot of shouting and mental breakdowns. But yeah. Lately, I put a lot of energy into making my room…palatable, I guess. Fairy lights and the whole shit. As much as I hate to admit that it worked, it did. Little twinkly fuckers around my room kicked the brain chemicals into working. I guess. Anway, um, in the spirit of mental health, I got into a habit, of sorts. Every night, I would climb onto my washing basket, stretch open the window and reach my head out into the night air. I felt clean, in that cold water on a winter morning way. I felt like god, in that absolute sense of detachment from those below. I wasn’t the person at their door, metallic with alcohol and metal keys and nor would I ever be them. The air was sweet, sugar granules on a milky night sky and I would breathe, deep. Even on the days when all I could think about was the screech of cars and ambulance sirens, I looked down on my little world of street lamps and pavements drenched in darkness like biscuits in tea. Until one day, I saw something. 

It began as a flicker. At first, I thought it was the reflection of my fairy lights in the open window. Ha. I just. It looked like just some guy, in a hoodie and jeans and I remember thinking I had similar jeans, in a surreal calmness. But he had a stiffness to him as if he was being held up by a dissociative puppeteer. It could’ve been a million things, maybe he was just some weird guy, having a moment. And then it turned to me. I finally caught a glimpse of his face. It was split into a painful smile, filled to the brim of layers and layers of baby teeth. They didn’t look like they belonged to him. I reached into myself for a scream but found nothing but blind terror. Whatever peace I found in that night sky, was shattered by the knowledge that I was not alone. I was not separate, nor clean. Not when he was looking at me with those sinkhole eyes that never seemed to end, taking over the sky in its entirety.

I don’t know when I stopped looking. I don’t really think I had a choice. I remember the sun glistening through the clouds, reintroducing the rest of my body to my aching eyes. I remember the soreness of my joints and the phone call I immediately made to my boss to take a sick day. I know you might think it’s some kind of hallucination or drug trip and I don’t know how to prove it to you other than coming here and explaining it to you, but i just can’t afford to not be believed,

I see him every time I close my eyes, [REDACTED]. I haven’t slept in days, please, could you please make it stop- i’m begging you PLEASE PLEASE MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT-

Statement ends. 

I think I might, um, I think…I’m going to go get some air. Yeah.

[click]

[gaylactic-fire]

Hi hello, I've got a question, what that heck happened this week?? I haven't been active in awhile and I just logged back in here to follow an artist from tiktok, and I happened to see the conservative discord server screenshots on my "your tags" section. Is possible to get the sparks note version of what happened? (Sorry if the ask sounds weird, not very good at putting my thoughts into words)

Sorry I only answered this a few days later! You might already know what's happening by now, but in case you didn't I'll give you a TLDR:

- Tumblr user alasse-earfalas makes a post on LU's main tag advertising a conservative christian LU / LoZ server. She claims to want a safe space for those with similar views. What really catches people's attention is a part of the post that speaks about "Pride ideology" and how such "predatory" views aren't allowed in the server. In the same section she talks about wanting a space where characters are not "queered into oblivion." The vibes are utterly rancid.

- LU fandom immediately begins spiteposting. Everyone and their mother starts making LU queer headcanons or posts showing their support for the queer community. The memes flood in. "Queered into oblivion." is immediately reclaimed and added to people's lexicons. People are speedrunning how fast they can get banned off the server. There's almost a unanimous effort to make fun of bigots.

- Further controversy ensues under the surface. As it turns out, several religious people in the fandom had been interacting with Alasse and other people in the conservative server. It was impossible to know whether or not they shared similar views, but you can't blame people's caution. When questioned whether their blogs were safe for queer people, some gave very vague answers that pretty much dialed down to "I love everyone" or "I don't wanna talk about it." Neutrality in such instances is not reassuring for queer people, especially when the other side is claiming we are predatory. Afaik some people have redacted their statements or gone on to further clarify things. But some people still take a firmly neutral stance on the matter. (Don't ask who I haven't been following closely enough to know).

- A few days later Alasse comes back with a follow-up statement addressing the server. She pulls a mix between "gay people I respect VS gay people I don't respect." and "I'm not homophobic I have a gay friend." By stating that the server is not homophobic, but simply does not support the pride movement. Which is allegedly pushing to show porn to kids in school. When asked for a source on such a shocking claim someone on the server cites Fucking Matt Walsh rather than a non-biased and or scientific article. The transphobia also pops out when she claims the pride movement is trying to push surgeries on children (It's not. Children do not get gender realignment surgeries. You can find this out from five minutes on google). Addressing "queered into oblivion." Alasse goes on a rant about "queerwashing" characters, stating the Links are canonically straight and making them queer invalidates their identity. Alasse conveniently forgets that Nintendo has never canonically given Link a partner. She also forgets that bisexuality, asexuality and other sexualities that may include romantic attraction to the opposite sex do, in fact, exist. The rest of the post is whining about people joining the server to troll and basically just her reaping what she sowed for advertising on Tumblr Dot Com.

Aside for further outrage and memes, that's pretty much where we're up to so far. Things are dying down and hopefully the bigots will keep to their own corner and or fuck off from the fandom entirely.

[wyn-n-tonic]

Besties, we have a story time....

So.. when I left Australia, I left kind of quickly and without a lot of very important documents I needed and NAB doesn't make it easy to recover anything if you don't have those documents. So I've just been getting emails for ten years about my bank account in Australia that I cannot access and cannot recover anything for because I don't have the account numbers or the phone associated with the account any longer, it's just been all so fun.

Besties, I was cleaning the other day and I was looking through my important documents folder for my birth certificate information and out fluttered a singular bank statement with my account number on it. And today I have been on the phone with hospitals and the cops and childline all day so I was like, "I'm already drained. What's a little call to Melbourne gonna do to me?"

This wonderful woman picked up and she helped me but she said she couldn't do anything without my Australian phone number which I don't know anymore. So then she went really quiet and I thought she hung up and then she said, "Could it be in your email? Like you emailed your mum or a job with that number attached." So I looked!! AND IT WAS THERE!!

But it wasn't the right one!!

And I was so close to tears. I was like, "I left an unsafe relationship I don't know anything else, are you telling me I'm just stuck with this account for the rest of my life?"

So she goes, "I'll give you a hint, it ends in [REDACTED]. Does that sound familiar?" Yes. Yes it does, that's my ex's number. So she goes, "Search your email for those three numbers and go back to the time you lived here and see if you ever used that in a resume or application."

BESTIES, I COULD KISS HER.

This was the number. She logged in. She deleted that number out and changed it to my American number. She got me all the log in information so that I could get to the account on the internet and she stayed on the phone until I had finished it all.

I logged in and I had money in it!!! And I was like, "Honestly, it's going to be very ridiculous to transfer this back to my US bank account." And she was like, "So I can send you a new debit card to your American address or you can donate the money and I can close the account."

Donated to Disaster Relief Australia because I will always love this big scary place full of big scary things that welcomed me and put me in the path of people who literally saved my life and I will always want the best for it. Closed that account. I am officially done with that man. No more bank account, every cell in my body has renewed to something he has never touched and I am living my best life while he is bald.

[rivalsforlife]

you guys remember when you could go on websites without it all being advertising? you guys remember when you could search for things on the internet and get like actual advice instead of something generated specifically to get as many clicks as possible (for advertising)? remember when you at least had the illusion of anonymity on the internet instead of everything tracking everywhere you've been everyone you've interacted with everything you've said in order to target ads to you despite installing every extension to try and mitigate this?

being on the internet is such a miserable experience even with adblockers and anti-tracking extensions to the point where I can't even look up a single thing on my phone, which doesn't have those, without wanting to throw the entire internet in the ocean. every day I get a little closer to burning all technology in my house and going into the middle of the woods and [the rest of this statement has been redacted in order to not cause unnecessary concerns about my mental health]

[archivus]

MAG[REDACTED] - Dark Down Below

This is episode dedicated to fans of Agnes Montague, the Cult of the Lightless Flame or the People's Church of the Divine Host

Statement of Lisa Yordanka regarding her experience with a strange mattress. Original statement given 22nd of August 1998, recording by Arcturus Walker, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, Budapest. Put to tape on April 2nd 2024. Statement begins:

I know about the entities. And I know that you must know about them as well. The ten lords in the sky beyond controlling our fears, but there's only one to which's power I consented to: the Desolation. I never thought a daughter of The Blackened Earth would be haunted by The Forever Blind. But I guess dark and destruction, flame and ash and coal go hand in hand. I never thought of their faction as the enemy. I thought we had some kind of contract binding us until we rid our area of The Mother of Puppets. Assuming they were the ones that brought it upon me.

I'm a coward. I have been devout to Asag ever since it enlightened me to it all: the human race deserves not what it has. The only one to bring destruction to it all is my God and no one else's. I would sacrifice myself in its name and yet, I haven't. I want to say I just haven't had the chance to, but that'd be a lie. I am afraid to die. Even in light of the powers at my fingertips I cannot bring death upon my shell. Because wouldn't that mean giving myself up to Terminus? Wouldn't that just feed The Coming End That Waits For All? Will I stop lying to myself one day? I can't bring myself to do it. It's that simple.

Until the inevitable end comes when I'll finally unite with the one to light my fire I will put this body to the most use that I can for both IT and the cult. So then, how come The Dark set it's blind gaze upon me? Why did I become their target? I don't even know what it counts, maybe as- as an artefact? A monster that came for me? Did something *posess* my mattress while I was busy fighting for Agnes?

It was a cold night, I remember. I got the chance to be around the chosen one, for a week I was blessed by her presence and I soaked it up, I could feel it in my powers. But the apartment she and Jude shared didn't have a guest bedroom nor a third bed, but luckily someone from the cult had a spare mattress we brought over to accommodate those that wish to see messiah and bathe in her immediate divinity. I was not the first to sleep on it. But I was there at the wrong time.

See, we had a bit of a commotion with our siblings over at the people's church, some started a protest that this joint of powers is a downright sacrilege towards their "Mr. Pitch", that whilst our flame is lightless, the heat it emanates is reminiscent of the thing they hate the most. They argued that our burning is parallel to that of the Sun which they're so desperately trying to blacken and thus we were harmful to their sanctity.

Though we tried to keep Agnes's identity a secret, their most sensitive to the world beyond ours could feel her presence and the gossip carried the word quick and far. So their target was set on our dear messiah's back and that was something I simply I could not let happen. The physical aspect of the fight was lacking to say the least, the darkness works by disorientation not by direct combat, which is what the flame excels at.

Thankfully my blessed abilities include striking a spark into all that's electric and once the churchmen's frosty void surrounded us all I was able to flick all the broken bulbs lying around, those that they ritualistically destroyed into a flashbang for those who still perceived with their eyes. The rest also felt their power dissipate. The destruction of their ego, their fear of eradication almost made me want to get up close and personal with those who were first to open fire but there was no need, for they all turned their backs and my family from the cult urged me to leave them behind. That mercy was undeserved and it hurt.

That evening I had a hard time ridding my system of the pent up adrenaline. I took to some meditation with the members who were still there by the nightfall, but I still struggled to fall asleep. The mattress seemed too wavy and for long long hours I thought it was just my shocked perception playing tricks on my brain. But then I felt something slam into the middle of my spine, a shocking pain piercing through my skin like a round knife. It was like a heavy wooden door shutting, again and again and again. I tried to scream. I see well in the dark, my heat perception is impeccable yet I couldn't find a thing in my vicinity. The room seemed empty and after half a second the darkness seemed to wrap around my neck, flowing down my throat, muffling any sound I made. Then another spring etched into the nape of my neck, with a power that should've sprung my head up but something weighed me down on the needle bed that kept on prying into my body, spring by spring until I lost consciousness.

I don't even have to mention. It was dark. The most pitch black one couldn't see. This one had to be lived by a soul, as I was sure that was all I had now. My, at least what I believe to be my projected- body was glowing. I wasn't floating though. All around me was all encompassing darkness, yes, but I was laying in a swamp of some sort of viscous liquid that barely felt like it was even there. At first at least. I could barely touch it, the texture escaped my fingertips. That was until I felt a bump forming under my back from what, I now felt as a tiny swarm of particles, a dark sentient confetti. Thinking they were about to transport me I relaxed my body. How naive of me. Expecting to meet face to face with one of the gods from beyond? In my right mind I definitely wouldn't have thought myself worthy and I still not am. But I let go to see where the darkness takes me. Nowhere.

All of a sudden I experienced an ache of a thousand suns burrowing under my skin, the wounds were still obviously there from where the springs burst into me, and now they were being pried open once again by the mysterious creatures, bleeding me dry in the dreamscape of their master(s). I was numb. The pain made my brain forget where my muscles were positioned. I wouldn't be surprised if it was because of a spinal cord injury. For a moment it all seemed to cease but right after the calm my whole being began to spasm. I was experiencing a shock, a fit that I can't describe. I wasn't conscious all throughout though, I can tell you that much. After all my muscles startes vibrating uncontrollably, I lost myself.

And then awoke. My head throbbing like a bad hangover, I climbed over to the bathroom. I spare you the details, I was in a rather sorry state. I do not know who cursed me in the church and I do not care to find out. I want them all to pay, to burn among the flames they'll wish so desperately to not see. But my fire will burn through their blackened eyeholes and etch a flash in the deepest corners of the minds of even those that could never see. And I'll leave this statement to you and the ages to come, to note the day those wretched monsters dare lay their closed eyes upon our Agnes.

Statement ends. There are certainly a few interesting details to this statement so I'll go over them in order. First, Lisa only seems to know about 10 of the 15 entities, which may translate to the Cult of The Lightless Flame having the same, limited knowledge. This can be seen by the fact that miss Lisa's powers described here more closely resemble The Extinction's, rather than The Desolation's. It definitely gets me wondering how someone devout could be snatched from their entity's grasp. Maybe the Future Without Us was already within her when she first joined the cult?

Still baffles me how such a new power would dare mess with the subordinates of the burning destruction. Miss Lisa's fear and inability to sacrifice herself may come from The Extinction preventing her from becoming an avatar to the *wrong* entity, or it could just be a manifestation of its powers, just like her wishing death upon the entirety of the human race. I was also unaware that the two most active cults at the time, at least of those serving the entities, held such close ties, even if we just witnessed them getting severed...

Two days after giving this statement the apartment under the name of Lisa Yordanka caught fire, which is assumed to be electrical in nature, her kitchen appliances being the most likely source, and whilst cameras don't show her leaving, no body was found. Per my deductions this means she had completed her transformation into an avatar, though maybe not the one she wished to become. I wonder if the metal from the springs could've helped her body transform, like a crystallization chain reaction. Those born of The Terrible Change seem to enjoy their robotic bodies more than their organic ones, which they often experience as flesh-prisons. *sigh* I hope this fellow avatar finds it freeing as well and not as another bound to something she doesn't even know about. Wonder if she's ever going to figure it out. Recording ends.

Thanks for reading! I love how this turned out and actually written most of it before The Stranger's episode was done 😅. This episode is dedicated to The Dark and you can find the other ones here: The Flesh The Vast The Stranger

[robins-den]

hi i founf. another comic with robo ky in it. its all in japanese i dont understand a character of it but his pages shall be laid here ig

my guy got the front cover .... nice. (he looks so stupid in the second one. #robocopter)

roboky team rocket momednt. blasting off sayonara bitch nvm statement redacted he flew 3 feet

GHFDHFGHGHGG THERES AN ENTIRE COMIC AROUND HIM ???? GIRL ????....? for the love of god let me understand japanese (<- his ass cannot retain language learning <- his ass has been studying spanish for 9 years and is still fuck awdul at it) anyway da comic. (sending these are the full two page speads, read the left page and then the right page, but right to left on the individual pages)

praying that he wasnt being weird to bridget here .... idk if he had his accent core characterization in this . bridget gets embarrassed / nervous easily so i can't really use that as a tell. future but still same internal reading robin here. theres like a 70% chance hes being weird to bridget here. we live in a society.

idk what went on here but this whole comic was a goldmine. i hope it was as. nice as im getting the vibe of it being.

from here it looks like they had a rough estimate on his lackadaisical attitude at least LMAO. this comic anthology is just the roboky show huh (<- not complaining)

next comic was full of his head on every page. i grabbed the most important one (facing off against a teddy bear)

TJRFHYMCGDTKUD HE LOOKS SO STRESSED IK HES SAYING SOMETHING WEIRD BUT ITS MAKING ME LAUGH SO MUCH....... poor guy got smashed over the head for whatever he said. probably deserved it.

i-nos face is so fucking funny here. i kind of love her whn she isnt being drawn oddly. even when she is tbh shes constantly serving cunt and evil woman rights.

not roboky this just made me laugh

too many images here. ill have to do the rest in a reblog. anyway ive redacted my previous statement its probably for the best that none of this is in english, since none of it is canon it might fuck up my character interpretations lol

[avaritia-apotheosis]

Phantom Children: Redux | Interlude I

A DPxDC crossover // Read on [AO3} or [FFN.net]

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One Year Ago…

EXCERPT OF FULL VERBATIM AUDIO TRANSCRIPT FROM THE DIGITAL FILES OF [REDACTED]

“[...] almost two months since we obtained the subject and still we’ve made little progress in ascertaining its origins or uncovering its secrets. [REDACTED] wants results soon, but it’s difficult to get anywhere when they’re so worried about us damaging the damn thing. They paid a hefty sum to get it, so I’m told. 

“Keh. Rich bastards, throwing their money however they damn well please. Not that I have much room to say about it, considering they’re paying me to figure out this thing.”

[Long silence. Indistinguishable sounds.]

“ Well, it’s not like I’m not curious about the subject myself.  [Foot tapping] Let’s see, where to start?

“Refer to Project Theta audio log AR-AUD-002 or AR-TSCP-002 for full description and history of the subject. I’m not gonna bother repeating it again. 

“The subject has been emitting an unidentifiable energy to our scanners— see Image 9.2 on Project Theta’s main file for all photos so far— which, to the naked eye, appears a bright green. Radiation was considered as a possible source of its energy but quickly discarded once the Geiger counter results came out. 

“Subject’s initial exposure to electrum was successful in producing a reaction, however the brevity of it made it difficult to record exactly what those results were. Following attempts to recreate the reaction were unsuccessful…almost as if the subject refused to interact with the electrum. 

“That’s the strange thing about the subject, anyway. We were informed that it was an energy source, but the more time I’ve spent around it, the more I’ve realized that that statement isn’t exactly true. There’s a…a kind of sentience to it. A personality. I’ve noticed over the course of working on this project that the subject’s energy readings fluctuate depending on the number of people in the room; the fewer people there were, the more active it became. 

“That’s the reason why I’m here after hours after all, and without telling Dr.[REDACTED] either. I wanted to test my own theory first— I didn't want to look like a fool in front of the rest of the team, if I was wrong, after all.  So far…it looks like I’m right. The subject’s energy levels are noticeably higher than in previous tests. This is— [loud metallic clang] What the hell? [keyboard clicking] Running imaging scans now.”

[Loud hum of the scanners.]

“No, this can’t be— We were told it was a power source! I thought it had a personality but not that it was [inaudible sounds]. There’s something in there, I know it. This fucking thing, its, its, its a damn containment device. 

“But for what?”

“[inaudible mumbling] …should wait, it’s the smart thing to do, after all. But…well, no risk, no reward. 

“I’m texting [REDACTED]. If I don’t give an all-clear sign after 10 minutes, she has instructions to inform the higher-ups that I and the subject have been compromised.

“Alright. I’m approaching the subject now.”

[Footsteps. The speaker’s vocal audio becomes fainter as they walk away.]

“Really, it’s a strange feat of engineering, this is. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this kind of metal before. I’ve read the background on where it supposedly came from but…well, to be honest, I still think it’s a bunch of bullshit. 

“I am lifting up the subject now. Huh. Lighter than I expected. I know what the reports say, but I’m still surprised at the weight of this thing. Alright, time to…time to open this.”

[Inaudible sounds followed by a long pause.]

“What’s this? [Laughing.] There’s nothing inside.” 

[theoverlordmisha]

I need to get something off my chest. I walked off of a job for the first time ever earlier tonight. I've never done that, and I've worked some really shitty jobs in the past and have had some really shitty days, but nothing has made me leave midshift before.

I currently work part-time as event security. Tonight, I was supervising for a preseason game between my local nba team and a team from a certain middle eastern country that is currently bombing a sect of their population in retaliation for an event that occurred recently. We were told "no politics" and were told to turn away any flags or signs with political messages. About halfway through ingress, a woman complained to the head of building security (which is separate from us), who until recently had worked for us, because her "expensive" <redacted country> flags had been turned away and she said staff at one of my gates made her throw them away. They weren't thrown away, but put with the rest of the surrendered items. They also weren't flags, but actually were "I stand with <redacted country name>" signs. And the head of building security decided those signs were now okay to let in because the team was from there and it was "the same" as letting in signs supporting our team. He also made it clear that signs supporting the other side were not okay because "they aren't playing."

I decided this was too much. I can do "no politics" for the event. But "no politics" means no politics. Either way. I told my manager that I wanted to leave because I did not feel comfortable, as this was the building and team picking a side. So I left. I know I wasn't the only one that felt the same because other people said so, but no one else left.

Part of me is worried it will affect my ability to work or supervise for the venue and/or company. We've worked plenty of things that people have opinions about, but this isn't the same as being anti-pride or some other false equivalent they may use (because they tend to say similar "leave your opinion" things for something like pride night). This is a country actively using collective punishment against people they have forced into an open air prison. We weren't playing their national team. We were playing a second-tier team FROM there. Signs supporting the country are clearly a political statement.

[berat-adil-emre-yukime]

I bet your mom is proud of you for crushing on South Dakota.

1) Please do not mention my mother to me, she is a little [THE REST OF THIS STATEMENT HAS BEEN REDACTED DUE TO HOW BAD THE SWEARING WAS].

2) I AM NOT CRUSHING ON SOUTH, WHERE ARE THESE ACCUSATIONS COMING FROM-

3) In a hypothetical timeline where I do have a crush on South, my mom would disown me if she found out, she hates Freelancers for reasons I do not know why.

This is the second ask I got about South, why am I getting asks about her-

[selkies-world]

Can someone with child experience DM me??? There's a scene I'm writing which features an 8 - 12 year old girl (her age is still being decided, but rn she's 11 & that works for every other aspect of the story) and she goes into a flashback of severe trauma, and I'm just not sure how to make it seem less forced / staged. I have 0 experience with children of any age group, especially not traumatised ones. All I know is theoretical.

There's a very edited version of the first attempt at the scene with a lot of details redacted below the cut. Following that, there's a very edited, bare-bones version of the second attempt at the scene with the same details redacted.

If you DM me, I can tell you about the details - I just don't want to post them here because they contain 2 major plot-reveals.

[Please keep in mind this is for a piece of original writing which will be getting published as a book, so please don't steal / copy these scenes for fics. I have no issue with you taking inspiration from them, but remember there is a distinct difference between taking inspiration & copying directly. Please don't make me regret posting this by making it into a copyright nightmare. Just be respectful.]

Characters:

K (11, f)

L (26, m)

F (28, m)

P (21 - genderfluid)

J (25, m)

S (23, f)

The set-up:

F is K's guardian, though doesn't have full custody. F, S, J & P have lived together for years & K is used to seeing them all as her family unit, though F is her primary care person, guardian & main parental figure. L is new, and the other adults trust him, he is close to F. K does not feel close to L, but she tolerates his presence because she knows the rest of her family like him. Up until this point, L has been left unsupervised with K twice, and nothing bad has happened, though it was for much shorter time periods and there was always someone else within shouting distance. In the days leading up to this scene, he has noticed her behaving slightly differently than what he's grown used to seeing from her, but he isn't close enough to her to know or guess why.

L has 0 child experience.

The first attempt at the scene:

P & J have already gone out for the day. F and S say they're going out so L prepares to leave, but K refuses to go. F asks L to babysit - F & S won't be out long, anyway. The most L will have to do is make sure K doesn't burn the house down if she makes pancakes. L agrees, figuring an 11 year old who low-key loathes him will generally stay up in her room anyway & he won't actually have to act as an authority or as supervision. F & S leave.

Later, L hears a crash & goes to investigate, then finds out it came from K's room. He knocks & pushes the door open, & sees her bedroom is completely trashed- her jigsaws are thrown around & the pieces are lying all over the floor and surfaces, soft toys are lying on the floor, books are ripped, dolls are decapitated and scribbled on, baby dolls have been thrown at the walls & some have cracked, the mirror is broken, clothes are strewn from the closet all over the floor, there's blood on the wall from where cut hands were after coming into contact with the broken glass. K is curled up between her bed & a cabinet & is crying silently / possibly sobbing.

L approaches slowly, and notices the dolls have been mutilated - arms have been snapped off, heads have been turned, faces have been suffocated, legs have been broken off with their elastics hanging out of the joints, clothes have been ruined, ink and paint and blood are splattered across them all.

L sits down near the cabinet & observes the room from K's perspective & realises she destroyed the room & her toys in an outburst. Eventually after trying to wait her out, L asks what K remembered - he is aware she has PTSD, but all the adults had said she didn't remember her trauma.

K makes a statement about the pinnacle of the traumatic event she went through.

Hearing it out loud triggers her into saying it again & again, until she's shouting it. She also begins to scratch and claw at her skin and her hair.

L reaches out & pulls her out of the space she'd fit herself between the bed & cabinet because he thinks he's helping by preventing her using the bed or cabinet as tools to hit herself against if her behaviour were to escalate. K proceeds to scream at full volume & starts hitting & kicking him. L lets go, K doesn't expect it & begins to fall because of the momentum. The angle would have her hitting her head on the cabinet. L reaches out again to steady her, and proceeds to get kicked in the stomach & bitten. He backs off entirely, and can only watch as K proceeds to scream & cry & hit / punch / claw herself.

[CUT]

K is entering the numb / nonresponsive part of her episode. She looks at all the destruction in her room & her broken toys & starts to sob as she shuts down.

L approaches her slowly, and says her name until she reacts. When she does, she says she didn't mean to break the toys, and says they'll never be fixed. L says they can fix them, and it'll be OK. K repeats his words and he confirms the statement. Then she registers that her hands are cut, and holds them up to him - her palms are cut from broken glass, there's shallow cuts of her faces from her own scratching / hitting, and there's blood smeared all over her. L says he can fix that too, and takes the barely-responsive K through to the bathroom to try and DIY some first aid (he knows animal / vetenary first aid but not human first aid). K shuts down entirely & is mute & limp as L patches her back together, & stares through him when he speaks to her to try to engage her.

[CUT]

By the time F & S return, K is passed out on her favourite armchair in the den & L is on the couch. K is hugging the 1 doll L was able to mend entirely for her, though it's still very clear it was broken. K is very visibly bandaged together. F asks wtf happened, L recounts the event. S gets a blanket for K, and F & L go out the back to discuss it all so that F doesn't have to try to control his reaction. After his initial reaction, F goes on to tell L about K's trauma.

To me, this felt very forced, and relied too heavily on K trusting L to put her back together, which seemed unlikely after her outburst, and the amount she has been openly hostile / cold towards him up until this point. It also seemed like a helluva lot for F to come home to & a lot for L to explain, especially without K backing his story up.

Cue version 2:

P & J already left & are expected to be out all day. F, S, L & K are in the living room, K is playing on the floor & partially watching cartoons, L is getting low-key absorbed into the kids cartoon on screen. F & S go out, and it's only supposed to be for an hour, so L agrees to stay with K, who says she doesn't want to go out. F & S leave.

A while later, the cartoon ends & a news show comes on. K complains & L looks for a different cartoon or kids channel. He puts on another cartoon show, and K doesn't protest. As the theme tune starts, L sees K starting to mime / hum along to the lyrics & assumes she's enjoying it. He then notices her beginning to act bizarrely towards the doll she's playing with. When he asks what she's doing, she ignores him & continues humming along to the tune. She keeps humming the tune on a loop even after the theme tune stops & the cartoon starts. L gets worried & notices that K seems to be in a trance. He asks her to stop what she's doing to the doll, which she doesn't hear. He tries to redirect her attention, which she doesn't hear.

Finally, he crouches down on the floor and shakes her shoulder to try and get her attention, since he's getting very disturbed by what she's doing to the doll. K freezes & goes silent, and pauses the behaviour. L praises her & returns to his place on the couch & lightly says for her to watch the TV, but he is still uncomfortable when he looks at the doll.

K stays frozen for a few moments as she watches the screen, before L notices her starting to tremble. He asks what's wrong, and realises she's crying. She keeps shaking & drops the doll. K is staring through space, and then begins to scratch & claw at her neck, gasping & sobbing about how she can't breathe. She's kicking at the space in front of her & struggling as if she's being restrained. L tries to get her to speak, but as he watches how she's moving & behaving, he realises it was the same thing she had the doll do repeatedly a few moments before.

L turns the TV off & tries to help K, but she keeps kicking & clawing & fighting herself / the air, so L relents & sits back, but keeps talking to K. L has now realised K is going through a reenactment of her trauma - which she had previously done to her doll. He was aware of her PTSD but not of the trauma itself, but as he witnesses her relive it, he can make a pretty good guess at it.

When K finishes the reenactment, she shuts down & looks at the doll. She's out of breath & has cut herself with her nails, but doesn't seem to register any of it. Instead, she looks at the doll & cries because she thinks she ruined it. L redirects her to the kitchen, and puts food in front of her, but K doesn't respond or eat or drink.

[CUT]

When F & S get back, F sees the doll (which has been left behind as accidental evidence) & realises what happened, since he has seen K go through this before, though she hasn't had an episode in ages. He finds L & K out the back, with L trying to get K to make daisy chains because he couldn't think what else to do, though it's more L failing at making the chain & K staring through it. F goes into Dad Mode & deals with K appropriately according to what's worked in the past for her PTSD episodes.

[CUT]

Later that night, K is passed out on the couch with her doll & a Teddy & a blanket, since she didn't want to leave F's side all evening & fell asleep after dinner & F didn't want to risk waking her up by trying to carry her up to her room. L & F are in the kitchen, & L asks about the episode. F goes on to tell L about K's trauma.

Again, this one seemed to rely too much on K agreeing to stay home with L, though it seemed like a better option as it included L witnessing her initial trigger (the theme tune of the cartoon, which had been playing in the background when she had experienced the trauma initially), her unconcious response (reenact it on the doll), L's redirection attempt (touch her shoulder), & K's conscious response (reenact the trauma on herself / re-experience the trauma as if it was the initial event).

But it still feels quite forced, even though I think it's closer to a realistic trauma response (if it was a car crash, for example, and there was 1 song playing on the radio when the impact happened, K screamed as the car rolled & was awake but trapped in the backseat while her parents died in front of her - then her trauma response would be triggered by hearing the song again, which would result in her randomly screaming for her parents & trying to struggle against a non-existent seatbelt.) That was my logic for trying to figure out how she would need the triggering stimuli (theme tune) to make the trauma response start. I feel like this part was missing in the first version of the scene.

Additional information:

K is trusted to go out by herself, is often left unsupervised & is trusted to go over to her friends' by herself & return by herself

Her friends are rarely (if ever) supervised when they play outside & she is trusted to be with them & not get harmed or in danger or in trouble

My questions are:

She was hostile towards L upon first meeting him, & continued to be so for their next few interactions, especially when he accidentally offended her by being (unknowingly) insensitive towards F in front of her. F admonished her for it & they struck a deal, where K tolerates L without being openly hostile towards him, but doesn't have to pretend to like him

None of the characters have access to a phone for the duration of this scene, so L can't just phone F & ask wtf to do

Her trauma is NOT CSA

Do 11 year old girls even play with toys / dolls? This part of the scene came in when I had her written as 8 - I increased her age to 11 for the sake of how much freedom she is granted outside of the house, but I'm not sure what the new, age appropriate things would be for her to be doing when she begins to reenact / re-experience the trauma.

How do trauma responses in children work? Or how do PTSD episodes manifest / appear in children?

What should L be doing here? He has 0 experience with children of any age, and has only coaxed his own peers through anxiety / panic attacks in the past

How would K be behaving during a flashback? Would she be attacking herself, or L, or both? How should L be responding to each of these behaviours?

In contrast, what should F do when he returns? He is experienced in her episodes & is aware of her trauma & has gotten her through this before & she trusts him. How would his response differ from L's?

How would F feel when he comes back & sees he missed K's first episode in ages? And how would he feel about the fact he had left L responsible for K during that episode?

Please either comment on this post / in the tags, or DM me.