#Ail-Tech

[mixi-tan]

majogari no yoru ni // ail // PC-98

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Thinking the unthinkable

On SEPTEMBER 24th, I'll be speaking IN PERSON at the BOSTON PUBLIC LIBRARY!

Time and again, I find myself thinking about radium suppositories: specifically, I get to thinking about the day that the consensus shifted from "radium suppositories are great" to "stop putting radioisotopes up your ass."

The thing is, people really liked radium-based quack remedies. They drank radium-infused water, smeared radium cream on their faces and bodies, and yes, rammed radium suppositories up their assholes:

https://maximumfun.org/episodes/sawbones/radium-girls/

The fact that this made whatever ailed you sicker didn't deter the radium true believers: if you're getting sicker, then you must need more radium.

When I think about the debate over radium, I imagine that the people who understood that radium was really bad for you must have run up against critics who told them they were being unreasonable. "You can't tell people to stop using radium. Tell them to use suppositories with less radium. Tell them to use them less frequently. But you can't just tell people, 'stop putting radium up your asshole.' They won't take you seriously."

About 20 years ago, I started pitching various institutions that reviewed consumer tech policy on the idea that they should reject any product that had DRM. After all, DRM didn't just restrict how you used a gadget today, it provided a facility for nonconsensually, irreversibly field-updating that gadget to add new restrictions tomorrow. How could a reviewer in good conscience say, "Go ahead and buy this device if you need this feature," if they knew that at any time in the future, the gadget's maker could take that feature away and leave the buyer with no recourse?

Here's the warning I (half-seriously) suggested magazines run alongside such products:

WARNING: THIS DEVICE’S FEATURES ARE SUBJECT TO REVOCATION WITHOUT NOTICE, ACCORDING TO TERMS SET OUT IN SECRET NEGOTIATIONS. YOUR INVESTMENT IS CONTINGENT ON THE GOODWILL OF THE WORLD’S MOST PARANOID, TECHNOPHOBIC ENTERTAINMENT EXECS. THIS DEVICE AND DEVICES LIKE IT ARE TYPICALLY USED TO CHARGE YOU FOR THINGS YOU USED TO GET FOR FREE — BE SURE TO FACTOR IN THE PRICE OF BUYING ALL YOUR MEDIA OVER AND OVER AGAIN. AT NO TIME IN HISTORY HAS ANY ENTERTAINMENT COMPANY GOTTEN A SWEET DEAL LIKE THIS FROM THE ELECTRONICS PEOPLE, BUT THIS TIME THEY’RE GETTING A TOTAL WALK. HERE, PUT THIS IN YOUR MOUTH, IT’LL MUFFLE YOUR WHIMPERS.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/08/playstationed/#tyler-james-hill

No one took me up on my offer. Over and over again, magazine editors, managers of nonprofit review outlets, and indie gadget reviewers told me that it was unrealistic to publish a roundup of, say, this year's portable music players with the recommendation, "Just don't buy any of these. None of them are fit for purpose."

In other words: No one wanted to publish, "The correct amount of radium to stuff up your asshole is zero."

But the correct amount of rectal radium for you to administer is "none" and the correct car for you to buy today is none of the cars:

https://foundation.mozilla.org/en/privacynotincluded/articles/its-official-cars-are-the-worst-product-category-we-have-ever-reviewed-for-privacy/

This isn't the first time the correct automotive recommendation was "don't buy any of these cars." Back before seatbelts came standard in cars, the correct car was "don't buy a car." Sometimes, the correct answer is "none of the above." Even if that makes you sound unserious, the alternative is that you counsel people to put radium up their asses in a bid to seem "reasonable."

Today, DRM-infected products are routinely downgraded and bricked:

https://www.theverge.com/2024/9/5/24236237/ftc-software-tethering-letter-consumer-reports-ifixit

Even when companies face public uproar over these disastrous decisions and vow to reverse them, they can't, because these downgrades are one way:

https://www.stereocheck.com/news/music/unfortunately-you-cant-revert-to-the-old-sonos-app-anymore/

That's bad enough when it's your smart speakers, but what about when the company bricks your wheelchair:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2022/06/when-drm-comes-your-wheelchair

Or your $100,000 exoskeleton:

https://paulickreport.com/news/people/paralyzed-jockey-michael-straight-wants-to-keep-walking-but-manufacturer-wont-repair-exoskeleton

The reality is that we're living at the end of a catastrophic experiment in deregulation and its handmaidens, corruption and regulatory capture, and there are lots of "normal" things that we just need to stop doing. Not do less of them – just stop.

Like, the correct amount of collusion between realtors representing sellers and realtors representing buyers is zero:

https://www.latimes.com/business/real-estate/story/2024-03-19/realtor-rules-just-changed-dramatically-heres-what-buyers-and-sellers-can-expect

We got that one right, but there's plenty more that we're still engaged in this pathetic, denialist bargaining over. What's the correct degree to which White House officials should cycle back into working at the industries they oversaw? Zero. How many times should such a person come back to work at the White House? Again: zero:

https://prospect.org/power/2024-09-19-next-administration-can-stop-ethics-scandals/

When the Biden admin dropped its executive order on ethics just hours after the inauguration, they trumpeted that it "went further than any other towards slowing the revolving door and limiting conflicts of interest while in office":

https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefing-room/presidential-actions/2021/01/20/executive-order-ethics-commitments-by-executive-branch-personnel/

And it did. But it was also full of loopholes, because banning these conflicts of interest altogether was viewed as politically unserious, so the correct amount of radium up the administration's asshole was set at non-zero. The result? Well, it's about what you'd expect:

https://therevolvingdoorproject.org/what-the-hell-is-anita-dunn-even-allowed-to-work-on/

Congress hasn't updated consumer privacy law since 1988, when it took the bold step of…banning video-store clerks from telling the newspapers which VHS cassettes you took home. Since then, a coalition of commercial surveillance companies and the cops and spies who treat their data-lakes as massive, off-the-books anaerobic lagoons of warrantless surveillance data has prevented the passage of any new privacy protections for Americans.

The result? Stalkers, creeps, spies (both governmental and corporate), identity thieves, spearphishers and other villainous scum are running wild, endangering every American's financial, physical and political wellbeing. The correct amount of commercial data-brokerage for America is zero:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/06/privacy-first/#but-not-just-privacy

In other words, we should order every data-broker, every tech giant, every consumer electronics company and app vendor to delete all their surveillance data. All of it. The correct amount of radium in that asshole is – as with every other orifice zero:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/08/07/revealed-preferences/#extinguish-v-improve

From the perspective of the radium pitchmen, the most shocking thing about the past four years has been antitrust enforcers – like Lina Khan, Rohit Chopra, and Jonathan Kanter – who refused to bargain about how much radium we needed to stick up our butts. Fearless of being branded as "unserious" and "unreasonable," they seriously, reasonably said the right amount is none, actually.

None. Which is why they're so mad at Khan and co. Which is why they're so bent on getting Kamala Harris to fire Khan – despite the fact that this would burn precious political capital in the senate. Some people just love the feeling they get from a radium suppository – especially the suppository salesmen:

https://prospect.org/politics/2024-09-19-lina-khan-doesnt-need-to-be-confirmed-again/

The paperback edition of The Lost Cause, my nationally bestselling, hopeful solarpunk novel is out this month!

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/09/19/just-stop-putting-that-up-your-ass/#harm-reduction/a>

Image: Museum of the Health Sciences https://www.uab.edu/amhs/

[burningembers91]

Money Makes the World Go Round - Suh Seok-Woo x Fem!Reader

tagging: @shittyprofilebutfuckit

Synopsis: Consumed by his role as a Fund Manager, Suh Seok-Woo hires you to care for his daughter and mother. But when you seem to know more about his own family than he does, will Seok-Woo be willing to change? Or will he discard you, his beautiful house keeper, just like he discarded everyone else he's ever cared for.

A/N: Every time i watch this film, I go through a rollercoaster of emotions with this character. He's such a selfish shit in the beginning, but so selfless at the end, and that's the vibe i'm going for.

Suh Seok-Woo was a selfish bastard, unashamedly so. He’d been that way his whole life, for reasons his own mother couldn’t quite fathom. Everything he did, he did with himself at the forefront of his mind. It was why he was so good at his job, why he didn’t flinch when he had to tell people that their life savings had disappeared, simply because the market had changed. “You knew the risks when you chose to invest,” he’d explain, not bothering to keep the bored tone from his voice as he listened to his clients sob down the phone, begging him for help. If people didn’t understand the risks, they shouldn’t invest; it wasn’t rocket science.

 It wasn’t that Seok-Woo didn’t care about people; he was just very selective about those he chose to give his time to. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for his daughter, sparing no expense for her happiness, buying her all the latest toys and tech, making sure all her clothes were designer and bang on trend. He opened his home to his ailing mother, giving her a life of luxury when she’d spent most of hers looking after him. His daughter and his mother were Seok-Woo’s world, and he simply didn’t have time for anyone else. It was why his marriage hadn’t lasted, why his ex-wife had upped and left, demanding half of everything even though he was the one who had worked hard to provide her with the lifestyle she’d become so accustomed to. She’d spent 8 years leeching off him, and he refused to entertain her any longer. That was why Seok-Woo was selfish; he’d learned at an early age that there were people who gave, and people who took. People who gave were fools, taken advantage of and bled dry due to their misguided attempts to be good people. He’d worked hard to get where he was, and he wasn’t sharing anything with those who didn’t deserve it.

Funding the lifestyle he wanted came at a price though. He barely saw his daughter, out of the house before she woke up, and returning home long after she’d gone to bed. It was a small price to pay though, and he was sure Soo-An was grateful for the gifts he often left her. His mother tried to tell him that his daughter needed her father, but Seok-Woo had explained many times that he worked hard to provide his little girl with everything she could possibly want. He even hired the best housekeeper, someone who took care of things day to day, provided only the best care for his daughter and mother, and someone who could help Soo-Ann with her schoolwork and extra-curricular activities.

You’d come highly recommended by the agency, your qualifications exemplary. You kept Seok-Woo’s home in working order, making sure he wanted for nothing. You cared for him family, providing Soo-An with the love and stability that her father didn’t realise was lacking. You loved his little girl, and his mother too, but you couldn’t stand the man who paid you to take care of his home. It astounded you that Seok-Woo couldn’t see his daughter didn’t want the latest gaming console, or the newest pair of sneakers that she’d outgrow in a few months anyway. All she wanted was for her dad to be there for her, to ask her about her day and attend her school performances. He couldn’t see that his mother’s arthritis was getting worse, that some days even the most basic of tasks were near impossible for her. You’d thought a few times about leaving, but if you didn’t look after them, who would?

Seok-Woo was rude, and conceited, so wrapped up in his own world that he didn’t have time for anyone else. Your daily conversations took place each morning and night, where he would tell you what he needed doing, and you’d debrief him on daily events. Sometimes you wondered whether you were his housekeeper, or his personal assistant. He was so cold, so aloof, and yet so strikingly handsome that it floored you every time you looked at him. You couldn’t understand how a many with the sweetest, warmest eyes could be the coldest person.

You often assumed Seok-Woo didn’t notice you, that you were nothing more than a faceless presence that kept his home and family in order; but that wasn’t true. You were beautiful, and whenever he spoke to his mother and daughter, they consistently sang your praises. Seok-Woo often added little bonuses on to your paychecks, to let you know he thought you were doing an excellent job. The extra money never went unnoticed, but it annoyed you that your boss couldn’t just outright tell people that he was grateful for them.

“Thank you for the extra money,” you said to him one night. “No problem.” He was already engrossed in his phone, responding to emails despite fact it was 11pm. “I may be speaking out of line here, but you don’t always need to give people something to show how you feel. Sometimes it’s just nice to hear that you think we’re doing a good job.” Seok-Woo looked at you, confusion plastered to his face. Gifts, money, that’s what people wanted. No one ever got anywhere by hearing something nice said about them. You could see he didn’t understand, so you tried a different approach. “Soo-An would really like you to go to her next recital. She’d rather you were there to watch her sing. She doesn’t want another Nintendo Switch, or a new dress.”

The two of you stood staring at each other, the ticking of the kitchen clock the only sound in the room. You’d overstepped the mark, you could tell, but you’d never met anyone as emotionally unavailable as Seok-Woo. “Sorry,” you mumbled, “I was out of line. Goodnight, Mr Suh.” You headed off into your room, leaving Seok-Woo staring at the space where you’d just stood. No one had ever told him they didn’t want something, especially when it was money. He thought back to all the gifts he’d given Soo-An, all the new Nintendo games, and clothes, and new dolls. She’d always said thank you, but her smile had never reached her eyes. His mother had always been grateful for the jewellery that he given her, but had she really wanted it? When he’d fought with his ex, he’d made it up to her with gifts, but never once said sorry.

Maybe you were right. Maybe it was only him who needed material goods to be happy. But when he’d spent his whole life focused on nothing but riches, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to change.

[hopesangelsprite]

Needed Me

Pairing: Intoxicated!Geto x Black!Reader

Summary: Geto's never been fond of you, his non-sorcerer wife; only using you to appease the public and better his image. But when he swallows a particularly nasty curse, he finds you of use very quickly.

Warnings: slight dubcon, language, degradation (it's Sugu guys-), hair pulling, size kink, cunnilingus, dacryphilia, mating press, creampie, marking, choking/breath play, mentions of death

MINORS/AGELESS ACCS DNI, viewer discretion advised.

A sigh escaped you gazed out the window of your bedroom from your bed, luxury bedsheets complimenting your equally lavish living quarters. A breeze drifted in from the window causing the jewelry in your hair to jingle like wind chimes, the sound filling the quiet room. Outside your window, you could hear the hustle and bustle of daily life and your heart twinged a little. How desperately you wanted to be among people again.

From the outside looking in, your life was picture-perfect. You had a huge house, closets filled with every kind of designer brand under the sun, the latest tech, and a gorgeous husband. You scowled at the thought of your husband and turned away from the window. That sick bastard was the cause of all your misery.

Geto Suguru, a priest to some and a powerful sorcerer to others. To you, he was nothing more than an egotistical, overgrown pain in the ass. You'd met him on tour in Japan, easily charmed by his good looks and kind demeanor. When the rest of your friends left the country, you stayed behind to build a relationship with him and within the year you were married. That's when things took a turn for the worse. He wasn't as sweet anymore, you often caught him looking at you with disgust. At first, you'd thought it was a race thing, but you quickly found out it was far more sinister than that.

Suguru had revealed the Jujutsu world to you by unleashing one of his curses upon you after an argument, only letting up when you cried and begged him to take it away. For a long while after that, you were afraid of him. You let him do whatever he pleased with you from showing you off like some glorified pet to locking you away in this room. Slowly, though, the fear he'd instilled in you turned into hate and eventually passive-aggressive rage. His curses no longer frightened you as the exposure slowly built up enough energy within you to see and ward them off.

Apparently, that made him despise you even more, his insults shifting from how much of a disgusting "monkey" you were to how you were a scourge to the Jujutsu world. After a while, those insults stopped affecting you, as well.

You let a sigh pass your lips as you brushed through the locs you'd recently been allowed to get with your fingers. Your hair jewelry jingled more as you thought about what life would be like once you were free from him, how you'd lived once you managed to escape to whatever side Geto hated so much.

Those thoughts were short-lived as the sudden sound of your bedroom door bursting open startled you. You looked up only to find the devil himself crossing the door's threshold, face flushed and eyes dark. Behind him, one of his underlings rattled on about how he should be resting and that the "curse" would wear off after a few hours. Suguru growled almost inhumanly before reaching back to grab their throat, the sound of bones being crushed causing you to wince as their corpse fell to the floor. "Someone come clean him up, please.", Geto spoke into the hallway before stumbling into your room and slamming the door shut behind him.

His robes were disheveled, nearly slipping off him. The closer he drew to you, the more you could see that something was ailing him. His hair was down, a few strands clinging to the perspiration on his forehead. "Who shit in your cereal this mo-", you started to ask before his hand lashed out and closed around the pillar of your neck. Geto leaned in, hatred and lust outshining the black of his eyes, as his hand tightened with the intent to strangle you. "You shut the fuck up and hold still before I break your pretty little neck just like that weakling I killed a second ago.", he warned as his free hand began roaming the expanse of your chest, "Consider yourself blessed that I've found use of you.".

Suguru hissed through his teeth at the feeling of your tits in his hand, eyes darkening with primordial lust. He released your throat to shove you onto your bed, caging you in with his larger body, before working on removing your skirt and panties. In the back of your mind, you remembered overhearing Mimiko and Nanako talking about how awful Suguru's cursed technique was, how terrible the curses he swallowed must taste. Pity filled you as you lifted your hips, allowing him more access to you. "If you needed me to take the taste away, you could've asked.", you moaned as Geto spread your folds with his tongue, "Poor bastard.".

Geto glared at you, purposefully nipping at your bud and drawing a yelp from you. In turn, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, back arching at the feeling of him savoring you. Suguru groaned, the vibrations spreading through your pulsing cunt, and released you with a wet pop. "If you weren't such a pathetic bitch, I'd eat you every day.", he murmured before licking a stripe from your entrance to your puffy mound, "So damn sweet.". You shuddered, the knot in your tummy tightening quickly, and rolled your hips as he devoured you like a man starved. "If you weren't so fucking vile, I'd let you.", you replied with shaking thighs. Sensing your nearing orgasm, Geto pulled away from you fully, wiping your slick from his face with the back of his hand.

You glared at him as he rose to tower above you, ready to give him a piece of your mind; the words died in your throat as you watched him remove his robes, pants and underwear following soon after. Your cunt clenched around nothing at the sight of his heavy cock bobbing as it sprang up past his lowering waistband. His shaft was thick, so thick that you imagined your fingers wouldn't touch if you tried to wrap them around him. A singular bead of precum dribbled from its pale pink head trickling past prominent veins.

Suguru grasped your ankles, pulling you flat onto the mattress and directly under him. He leaned forward as he placed them onto his shoulders before spreading you wide with his hands at the back of your knees. "Don't think begging or crying's gonna make me have any pity on you.", he informed while caging you in with his whole body, "In fact, it'll only make me fuck you harder.". You rolled your eyes, lashes fluttering as Geto's inky hair brushed your forehead, and spread yourself further. "Don't think I can't handle a good-", you started only to be shut up by Suguru filling you up with one quick thrust, "Fuck!". Tears welled in your lash line as you tried to adjust to the unfamiliar sting of being stuffed wall to wall. Geto moaned whorishly as you fluttered around him, the crazed lust from earlier filling his eyes again.

You'd barely had time to catch your breath before he was pulling out and slamming back into you, hips rolling as they set in at a mad pace. As your body acclimated to his, the stinging pain melted into hot pleasure, and you found yourself fighting to keep quiet. Suguru cursed under his breath as his head dropped between your neck and shoulder. You gasped, the sound breathy and broken, as you felt him bite at your sensitive brown skin. He continued marking up your neck as you squirmed beneath him in a sad attempt to gain some distance between the two of you. Suguru chuckled between loud, lewd moans and rested his full weight onto you, deepening the mating press he'd trapped you in. "You're not going any fucking where.", he teased and you clenched around him harder.

He was right. There was no way you'd be gaining any leverage against him, any kind of relief from the overwhelming drag of his hefty cock against your plush walls. He was so much bigger than you, so much stronger. Your back arched, heaving tits pressing against his chest, as you moaned abashedly at the thought. "That's right, stop fighting and take it.", he practically mewled as his hips snapped against yours faster, "Learn your place beneath me, slut.".

Stars clouded your vision along with fat, hot tears as you came around him with a sob. Your body shook violently, your hands clawing at Suguru's back in search for something to ground you. You found nothing and plunged further into pleasure, another orgasm assaulting your core as soon as the last ended. "F-fuck you- don't stop!!", you cried as Geto shifted, the tip of his cock hammering against the spongy spot within you that you never seemed to be able to reach. He pulled you impossibly closer, his own moans choked and strained as he devoted all his energy to stuffing your weeping cunt with his seed.

Suguru came with a whimper, almost gluing his hips to yours as he pumped you full of hot, sticky cum. His hips bucked as he pumped into you a few times more before rolling onto his back with you still attached to him. Your body trembled as you tried to sit up after a while, as you tried to separate from him. Geto growled, arms locking underneath your own to hold you in place. His softening cock began stiffening inside you once more as he pulled his knees upward and braced himself.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?", he questioned while grasping at the fat of your ass, "I didn't say we were done yet.".

[yunuen]

the line is covered in jellyfish (NEW CHAPTER) ship: jayce/viktor summary: Jayce and Viktor survive the Arcane, a blizzard, and the silence between them. Slowly, they put themselves back together—piece by stubborn piece. word count: 17k (2/3) teaser: “I don’t know,” Viktor murmurs when Jayce hesitantly asks what the fusion of flesh, tech and magic that makes up his ailing body is. He keeps his gaze downcast, slender, synthetic fingers tightening around his staff. “There’s still no word for what I am.” Jayce says nothing, but beautiful is the word that comes to mind. That has always come to mind. Read it now

[church-of-crayak]

do you. do you think andalites evolved to never get a stuffy nose or are allergies like, twice as lethal sgdjs

there's a theory i've read (i'm not sure if it's a theory or if it's propped up by something i've glossed over in the books, and i'm not sure whose theory it is so i dont know who to tag) that's like... andalites wiped out a large percentage of the wildlife on their planet out of fear, as prey animals, and that's why they're stuck with like 1 bird and 3 other creatures on their planet. so i'd think they've also wiped out a lot of external-influence disease on their homeworld? they're really good at meddling with stuff, and they notoriously HATE when somebody is "weak" or incapacitated in any way on account of the raging ableism.

i think if an andalite were allergic to pollen it would probably be a foreign contaminant from whatever planet they're visiting. it would be really funny if ax were allergic to ragweed pollen, or if aldrea were allergic to the foliage on the hork-bajir homeworld, and i think if they were it would be Very severe/hard to deal with.

also technically with morphing tech (as we see from rachel) you can be allergic to the dna of a creature, so surely this has happened to a few andalites before, esp. since there's an andalite word for "vomiting up the creature that ails you" (or maybe hereth illint just means "to vomit when you've got no mouth" and it's used in context of rachel's situation because that's the only word they have to describe it)

[raccoonfallsharder]

kinktober 2024 masterlist ❤︎‬❤︎

three books. three flavors. ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ soft & sweet | word count: 37,320. [COMPLETE] ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ sultry & spicy | word count: 15,595. [COMPLETE] ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ sensual & shameless | word count: 38,775. [COMPLETE]

details below...

⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ sunshine ☀︎ ⋆⁺☁︎⋆₊⊹ 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 4/4 parts | word count: 37,320. [COMPLETE] you take a stranger home for a night of celebration. why not? after all, it’s not like there will be any longterm ramifications. an expansion on day 15 of kinktober 2023.

KINKS: public sex, spanking, light praise/degradation, shower sex, temperature play, sensation play, free-use, soft/pleasure dom vibes, somnophilia, praise kink, body worship, biting/marking. check the sunshine masterlist for a more specific breakdown.  CONTEXT: au based on the mcu but i’m playing loose with the timeline and who’s still alive and stuff. let’s say post-endgame? grumpy/sunshine vibes (obviously), “secret affair” (no cheating), workplace fantasy, angst, comfort, relationship anxiety. sub reader/dom rocket. HEA of course. ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part one | dawn | wednesday, october 8.  ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part two | merediem | thursday, october 10.  ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part three | golden hour | wednesday, october 16. ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part four | vespers | saturday, october 19.

᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ evasive maneuvers ⌖˖✶｡⋆ 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2/2 parts | word count: 15,595. [COMPLETE] rocket promises you an abundance of rewards in return for your assistance brushing up on some of his old résumé skills. an expansion on day 9 of kinktober 2023.

KINKS: predator/prey dynamics, breath play, restraints & rope-play, dirty talk, blindfold & gag, gunplay, electricity play, forced orgasms, overstim, dacryphilia, tech/sex toys, aftercare, biting/marking. check the ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ evasive maneuvers ⌖˖✶｡⋆ masterlist for a more specific breakdown.    CONTEXT: mcu-based, shortly after volume 2. established relationship (you’ve been with the guardians for a while). safeword discussion. sub reader/dom rocket. HEA of course. ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶ part one | the hunt | tuesday, october 22.  ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶ part two | the bounty | monday, october 28.

you are cordially invited ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ to the fifty-second bicentennial masquerade exhibit in exitar: a night of haunting hedonism (hosted by the tivan group).

18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2/2 parts | word count: 38,775. [COMPLETE] you'd do anything for enough money to care for your ailing mother — including agreeing to a night working for the collector. too bad you weren't more prepared to be part of the entertainment.

KINKS: wolf/bunny references, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sex pollen, noncon/dubcon*, public sex, crawling, edging & overstim, dacryphilia, begging, praise/degradation, light humiliation, come-eating, dacryphilia, biting/marking, aftercare. *neither rocket nor reader are necessarily the "aggressor" in this scenario, but have both been forced to ingest an aphrodisiac by a third party. check the you are cordially invited ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊masterlist for a more specific breakdown.  CONTEXT: AU based on mcu vibes. resourceful reader is also a bit of a nihilist (expression of apathy toward life/death). caretaker reader/discussion of ill parent/parent death. the collector & his friends are creepy bastards. sub reader / dom rocket. HEA of course. warning for no smut in part one, too-much-lore, + unhinged plant-science. ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ part one | tricks | thursday, october 31. ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ part two | treats | tuesday, november 5.

pink, gray, & orange support & mdni banners and kiss divider by @/saradika-graphics | purple support/mdni banners by @/cafekitsune | pink flower, gold rose, & masquerade dividers by @/sweetmelodygraphics | yellow flower dividers by @/thecutestgrotto | silver sparkle divider by @/strangergraphics

[rabbitfics]

Pull of Tides

Techno's head has felt like spider silk all day, seeming to lose focus and time sporadically as he tries to complete his chores. If only he could remember what he had been doing...

Well, Dream is happy to oblige.

Dreamnoblade, Bottom Technoblade, mind control, loss of time, dubious consent, Techno POV

WARNINGS: [Disorientation,Timeloss,Gaslighting,Dissasociation,Dubcon,Manipulation,MisuseOfMagic,VaginalPenetration]

Techno had been struggling to stay focused seemingly all day, eyes drifting off and clouding up in short bursts no matter what task he'd been doing; From tending his animals to sorting his storage again, he seemed to be stopping to stare at empty space for hours on end.

It didn't make any sense, he had gotten a great rest and eaten. He'd even had his coffee. There was no reason to be so inattentive and dissociative.

And then he was blinking back to what he had been doing, staring down at the collar in his hands and the scraps of gold across his jewelers workbench with no clue how long he'd been dazed by the clouding across his mind.

Then he heard a quiet chuckle, blearily turning to find Dream, perched comfortably on a chest nearby.

“You… stealthy green nerd…” Techno mumbles, trying to remember why it was so odd to find the other man in his house. It felt like he'd been there a while.

“Now don't be like that, why don't we just go upstairs and hang out?” The hunter supplied pleasantly, and was done motioning to the ladder by the time Techno had stood from his chair.

The climb was short but oddly sluggish to Techno, hooves scraping the ladder rungs by muscle memory alone, and suddenly he was pinned face-first to the wall in his foyer.

“You've been acting strange today, Tech,” Dream purred in a concerned, soothing tone, contrasting to the firm hands on the ailing party's hips, “Are you feeling okay? I can make you some stew if you'd like to sit down…”

“I think I'm ok, don't have a fever or anythin.” Techno sighed, shutting his eyes for just a moment.

When he opened them again he was in Dream's lap, on the couch facing his low-burning fireplace, calloused yet exploratory fingers dipping below his clothes.

He could feel Dream's hot breath on his ear, voice still soft and genuine as he gently pulled Techno's tired limbs. Posing him in his lap.

“Don't worry about it, let's just get you comfortable and I'll worry about the rest, ok?”

He slipped a soft hand over Techno's eyes and after what felt like a heartbeat to the piglin, he was knelt on the ground between Dream's legs, an odd salty taste on his tongue.

As the fog lifted this time, he noticed things slowly. A spoon before his lips, empty. But Dream looked slightly flushed holding it, a dark look in his eyes with a flash of satisfaction behind it.

“Soup good?” He asked quietly, moving to put the spoon on the arm of the couch. The kneeling knight almost shut his eyes again as they followed the shiny object. But furrowing his brows and trying to see through the sluggish fog obscuring his thoughts, Techno noticed.

There was no bowl, no smell of cooked meat in the air. But Dream seemed to be sweaty, clothes ruffled and pants open. Techno's jaw ached a bit and he could feel the tenderness of his lips.

“Dream, what-” He manages to breathe before a hand obscures his vision and he's floating once again.

When Techno next meets reality, he can feel warm pleasure shooting through his hips, Dream's thumb rubbing his clit as three other fingers pump in and out of his hole. His clothes are entirely gone now, Dream still almost completely clothed. The fire looked like it had gone out hours ago.

“Dream! Wh- ah!” He yelps, eyes already starting to lose focus but the warrior bites his lip against the tides of magic over his mind. And then it clicks, and he almost wants to kick his co-conspirator in the nuts.

“I was trying to work, Dream!” Techno groans, head dropping back onto the other's shoulder. No wonder he'd been so exhausted, why so much of his memory seemed obscured. “All day, all day! You horny loser!”

“Shhhh…” The hunter soothed, nibbling on the others ears. “Just go with it~”

The cheery suggestion makes the pulse of magic hit even stronger, jumbling every thought Techno had as his body shakes, and making the pleasant friction blanket his senses in static.

Next is a pounding rhythm of red-hot pleasure, the cock in his cunt already pumping fast and deep. It felt like he was going to shake apart, sore limbs wrapped tight around his companion.

When had he been turned around and put on his back? Were they in a bed? It was so hard to concentrate on anything but the burning ache of who knows how many orgasms.

“D-Dream, please-” Techno gasped, hair fanned out on the bed and sticking to his skin. “Please, gonna-”

“Just drift off, baby,” His eyes looked like acid, swirling with unnatural light. “I've got you, you're doing so good for me.”

Techno felt his eyes roll back, back arching as what felt like his third orgasm hit. His only coherent thoughts were how good he felt, looked, sounded, was being. None of them felt like his own.

His next moment of clarity was sharp, pulling a strained groan from his throat as Techno felt the hot cum in him being fucked in further, dripping out around Dream's still-hard cock. He felt so full, so tired.

“With me, honey?” The hunter whispered against his lips, smug and just a little breathless.

Techno whined high and desperate as he felt his body tense like a bowstring, every sensation and sound suddenly as sharp as glass. He was so close, so unbearably close.

“Dream, plea- please-” He stuttered as all of the things that had felt so soft and surreal poked at his nerves like knives.

“Are you going to be good for me?” Came the reply, like a sweet soothing shadow over his senses. Cold water on a blistering day. It felt like the fog had solidified with sparks dancing at its edges. But only in the instant that Dreams voice echoed in his ears.

“Yes, yes, so good I swEAR-” Techno can't help his voice cracking, it feels like he's being shocked, electrocuted, burned. The heat burning so much brighter as that pleasantly cold control dances just out of reach.

“Good boy.”

And then everything is condensed, the fire flares to white light and then his mind is floating as if in a dark sea devoid of temperature. Soft feeling dances across his skin like seaweed and he can vaguely tell his body is existing somewhere else, still in that inferno and something possessive in the shadows reminds him of more warm, heavy spend filling his pussy, a faraway hiss repeating breathlessly ‘I did that, I filled you so good, stuffed you full, made you a good little fucktoy all day’

And Techno silently purrs back at the absence of his own thoughts, that acidic control muffling his usually racing inner monolog. He was so happy to serve, usually red eyes fogged with magic as he let it settle in like a hand pressed to his neck.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Observing

Author’s Note: this is Mer-Sirass’ debut! I hope you enjoy it! Next

Tagged: @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @the-pure-angel @egrets-not-regrets

Warnings: none, please ask me to tag if something bothers you

Summary: Sirass and his human study some clownfish

Ancient Terra was filled with all sorts of fascinating things. Despite how primitive the technologies that humanity had created in the third millennium, the natural spaces on Terra were many and vast. Sirass had initially believed that he'd landed on a low-tech pleasure world. Yes, there were scents of pollutants in the air and water, and there was mild habitat destruction... But the natural beauty of Ancient Terra could not be overstated. 

For example, Sirass and his beloved bonded had been studying sea anenome and the fish that lived in harmony with the largely sedentary marine invertebrate. He had initially believed the creature to be some sort of plant, and had been pleasantly surprised to find out that it was an animal of some kind. The symbiotic relationship that it had with the brightly colored fish that lived between it's many tendrils was fascinating to study. The iron warrior could see why his bonded had chosen to devote their life to studying the creatures that lived within the oceans and seas of their homeworld. 

That and his human's chosen field of study was the reason why the two of them had met. He'd gotten caught up in a massive net by an industrial fisher and had been thrashing around, trying to pull himself free of the fucking thing when his bonded human had swam over in the protective equipment that allowed them to breathe. They'd seem to think that he'd been some sort of dolphin - and by his primarily grey tones, he didn't blame her. His thankful rumble in their native tongue when his human had freed him - along with his bold black and yellow striping on his fins had brought them up short. They'd signed at him, asking him to surface with them. He'd agreed and that was the first of many conversations that the two of them had shared.

The small orange and white striped fish didn't seem to care - or even notice - Sirass' watchful gaze as it meandered around its' home. Several dozen much smaller clownfish poked their tiny heads out from the top of the sea anemone as it's tendrils waved along with the gentle ocean currents. He lightly poked his human from their intense perusal of the wider coral reef - some sort of sickness had been plaguing the ecosystem, which his human and their colleagues were desperately trying to figure out the cause of, or at least a way to treat the ailing coral reef. If the coral died, it would likely mean the collapse of the entire ecosysem in the area, and it would take years if not decades to bring back the underwater ecosystem to a fraction of what it was.

Sirass had his suspicions as to what was going on, but had not voiced them, yet. He would patrol this area later, when his human and their friends had left. 

After all, not all astartes were friendly with humans on ancient terra, even if most were neutral. Sirass didn't want to possibly put them in danger. 

His human cooed silently over the baby clownfish before counting and writing down their numbers, gesturing for another human to come over as they began tagging the clownfish babies.

Sirass was happy to help catch any escapees who managed to evade the much clumsier baseline humans.

[philtstone]

42. true love’s kiss - as u wish! 🫡

the original plan for this prompt was something wildly different and then this -- whatever it is -- Came To Me. shoutout to The People for voting that they wanted a sleepy one. another mollyverse ficlet for my audience of 2 <3

The downside of living in a household with very defined taste in popular cinema, Juliet decides, is that when all the other parents are patting themselves on the back for their person-first-literate socially-aware unproblematic child-rearing achievements, your five year old daughter is on an obsessive quest to bestow true love's kiss.

Juliet doesn't know how to tell Marla Sapperstein (husband in tech, teaches pilates on Wednesdays, doesn't have an ounce of creativity in her perfectly sculpted almond mom figure) that it is not her fault modern kids' media is soulless and her husband is an incurable romantic. Besides which, despite her diet of John Hughes and Classic Disney, Molly's framework for love can be pretty much distilled to whatever it is Starfish has going on in his ailing squishy body.

Unconditional. Genderless. Also -- and Juliet is very vehement about making Marla and her judgey eyebrows understand this -- who's to say that Molly is not the prince in her imaginings? Or in fact that there is a prince at all?

Check and mate, Marla. Feminism. Love wins. Our family is just as progressive as yours.

"Jules," Shawn says one night, sprawled under her while they comfort-watch Pretty in Pink for the trillionth time after a mundane week from hell, "haven't we technically won by default? You're the pastry winner of this outfit. Marla hires a nanny."

That is not the point, Juliet insists, as the outdated gender dynamics of Shawn's favorite movie play out on screen. The point is that Juliet hates being judged, and Marla is wrong, but there is no way to prove Marla is wrong because the whole system is rigged. Maybe if all the new crap wasn't so fast-paced it ruined kids' (in this case, already somewhat tenuous) attention spans, they wouldn't have this problem.

Also, frankly, Juliet likes princess movies. Ugh!

"Is this because you saw Janeece hitting on me at that last parent night thing?" Shawn asks, sighing and looking down at her.

"I know you know her name is Janet," Juliet mutters mullishly.

"Sweetheart. You don't need to prove to the other moms that you're a good mom." Shawn pauses, contemplative. On screen, Andie mopes alluringly, yet with great uniqueness and outcast flair, against a locker. "Or that we're normal. Whatever that means. Besides, I don't want Mol to watch stuff on her own, and you know I can't sit through bad movies."

Shawn sits through bad movies all the time. Hot Dog, for example. Sixteen Candles. He grumbles at the second one but doesn't really disagree.

read the rest on ao3 <3

[aldieb]

did name change in system at work BUT it locked me out of every single program BUT i’m ailing terribly so i called in sick and didn’t need my email anyway. huge problem for monday me though lmfao. this is the one time i miss being de facto tech support… i would have taken care of that shit

[rickva186]

Hey I’m VA.

Out of character: VA’s my longest standing Rick and Morty OC. I’m just now putting him back on the tumblr.com.

People who knew VA: Welcome back! Some things have changed, lots of background loring’s happened.

People who don’t:

VA is a big Rick-obsessed narcissist. He loves Ricks! Well, he did. He’s grown and now he’s a well rounded character. Jeez there’s a lot to unpack…

I’ll type out the lore later. Just know that

He used to be a Big Rick Pharma Tech

He’s sweet on Ricks

✨Lore happened✨

His tag is #va186 there’s some old nuggets of who he was in there. Feel free to dig around.

My art is under #my art

I collect rp intro posts under #rp intro post ---- VA'S LORE

VA-186 was a pharmaceutical engineer in the Citadel, he created drugs and miracle cures for what ailed the Rick problem. He ran a shop which employed similar VAs, such as VA-187 and VA-186b (that guy's a weirdo we don't talk about him). He also employed one of his clones which now roams the universe as Janerith (whole sub plot, I'll post about it later). He grew up in the Citadel and in my own timeline of events he was taken from his dimension by the Citadel to become a cog in their machine. VA was known around the Citadel as Rickcestual, and even pioneered this lifestyle in his own way. It was his ahem, gay pride movement. This was around the time where he met Doc Rick (https://doc-rick-a106.com/) and had well, his story rocked. On tumblr.com he was around messing with Ricks, being a nusense while in the background lore happened. Lore - he had a relationship that sent him spiraling and left him with ghosts in his brain. The Citadel blew up in a season (if I remember, I kinda refuse to rewatch RAM) and he was left out of the Rick loop for a while. He retreated to his planet and lived life there peacefully. Until he eventually got married to himself, or Lumberjack Rick, and was happy with him for a bit. He lived with him for a while and VA-186's Earth blew up too with the Smiths and Jessica escaping. VA's on and off relationship with iterations of Doc, known now as Nutty, still persisted even whilst married. VA quickly left Lumberjack after being 'too happy' and started his own adventures at this time with VA-186 Morty (reunited after the earth exploding and them conquering a planet). VA would then go on to submerse himself in VR fantasies until his death where he went to Hell. This brings us to the current time where he's technically still from Hell (subplot: he's 'alive' to torture people, kinda like Crowley from Good Omens) he's on his own, and his Morty is adventuring on his own with Rick's portal gun.

This is the most lore I've ever written for VA so sorry if none of it makes sense or you never saw any of it. He's been a thought experiment for years now.

[mariacallous]

Ana Levy-Lyons was in her 20s when she found out she was Jewish. During her childhood in Tenafly, New Jersey, her family never spoke about what her mother would later call her “Jewish heritage.” Classic “nones” (what Pew calls the “religiously unaffiliated”), the family observed no religious rituals other than an Americanized Christmas and Easter.

Nevertheless, or maybe inevitably, Levy-Lyons was drawn to matters of the spirit. After a brief career in tech and the music business, she enrolled at the University of Chicago Divinity School, eventually eschewing its dryly academic approach to religion in order to train as a Unitarian Universalist minister. She served for 18 years in “UU” pulpits, including the First Unitarian Universalist Congregational Society in Brooklyn. Now 52 and no longer working as a minister, she is enrolled in the Jewish Renewal movement’s ALEPH Ordination Program to become a rabbi.

Levy-Lyons might have told a “coming home” story, but her new book takes a different direction. “The Secret Despair of the Secular Left” is less a celebration of Judaism (although there is that) than a searing critique of modern secularism. 

As a church without a creed —UU’s pulpits and pews are open to believers and nonbelievers of any stripe — Unitarian Universalism came to represent to Levy-Lyons a “self-assured nothingness” that she sees among “nones” of all backgrounds. Without religious and traditional structures, she asserts, community bonds erode, people become detached from the natural world, and their souls become alienated from their bodies.

“I have come to believe that this is not just my story but the defining story of our time,” she writes. “It’s the story of disembodiment, disconnection, and dislocations. It cuts across class and race.”

She offers religious tradition, especially Jewish traditions, as an antidote to a pervasive sense of grief and longing for deeper connection and meaning. She writes from the left but also against the left, frequently challenging liberal orthodoxies when it comes to feminism, abortion and gender identity. 

In an FAQ feature on her Substack, she writes that the book is neither progressive nor conservative — or rather, both progressive and conservative. “I’m hoping that this book can help elevate our discourse beyond today’s political polarization and engage our deeper cultural and spiritual struggles,” she writes. “From my perspective, despite how much the two ‘sides’ hate each other right now, in terms of these struggles we are more similar than different.”

Levy-Lyons, whose previous book was “No Other Gods: The Politics of the Ten Commandments,” recently taught a course on Jewish environmental ethics for My Jewish Learning, JTA’s partner site. She lives on the Upper West Side of Manhattan with her husband and their 14-year-old twins. We spoke Tuesday about what she thinks is ailing the secular left, the alternative that Jewish tradition offers and why at least one reader had trouble squaring her liberal bona fides and some of her heterodox views. 

The interview has been edited for length and clarity.  

[uncanines]

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃   VALENTINE   HART   ⁝    a   driven yet overly - competitive   twenty1   year   old   agent   of   pandora,   also known   in   atlantis   as   incense   of   the   sloth   division.   born to a family of genius NASA engineers and scientists from tallahassee, florida, valentine and his twin inherited their parents' intelligence, growing up to be tech & coding experts, both partaking in their own hacktivism endeavors. however, pandora recruited the twins after being linked to a classified data breach into a pharmaceutical arcology⸻ both trying to find evidence of a cure and experimental drug trials to help an ailing family member. valentine agreed to pandora's conditions, signing his life away in exchange of drug trials for that family member, provided by the agency. although valentine hart is dead to the world, he is now an invaluable asset to pandora, one of the few to survive the top-secret mutation process. his gift ? the ability to release scents and fragrances that can boost cellular regeneration and healing, alleviate stress and improve psychological well-being, and cure wounds, pain, poison, ailments, etc

[ MORE INFORMATION UNDER THE CUT. ]

I. BASIC INFORMATION.

FULL NAME:         valentine sol hart.         AGE & DATE OF BIRTH:         twenty1 + june 6th 1996.         GENDER & PRONOUNS:         cis man + he / him.         SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:         homosexual homoromantic.         OCCUPATION:         former nasa intern and hacktivist. currently a secret agent for project pandora.         FAMILY:        [ THIS INFORMATION HAS BEEN EXPUNGED ].         AGENT DIVISION:        sloth.         YEARS IN PANDORA:        two years.         SPECIAL ABILITY:        aromatheraphy.         CALLSIGN:        incense.

II. PSYCHE.

ALIGNMENT:         chaotic neutral.         TEMPERAMENT:         melancholic - choleric.         ENNEAGRAM:         3w4, the expert.         MBTI:         intj, the architect.         ASTROLOGICAL PLACEMENTS:         gemini sun, capricorn moon, virgo rising.         POSITIVE:         driven, meticulous, adaptable, clever, deeply devoted.         NEGATIVE:         controlling, competitive, envious, perfectionistic, secretive.         LIKES:         code-breaking challenges, stormy weather, quiet nights with lo-fi beats, winning escape rooms and puzzles, the smell of lavender, computer systems that gives him a challenge.           DISLIKES:         inefficiency, forced vulnerability, being second best, moral absolutism, people who underestimate him.

II. SKILLS & ABILITIES.

EXPERTISE:         tactical foresight, insight, hacking  &  cyber warfare.         PROFICIENCIES:         codebreaking & cryptograms, athletics, sleight of hand, perception, engineering.         SUBSTANDARD AREAS:         intimidation, seduction. SPECIAL ABILITY: aromatherapy. more tba.

[knizuu]

DECIDED A REBLOG WOULDN’T BE ENOUGH- // FANG RANT PT 2

Ok ok ok, WE BACK AND CHATTIN’. TIME TO GRAB POPCORN OR WATER IDK TO ENJOY MY RANT <33 +uhh warning ig: get ready for BEEG over analyzation lol 

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Soooo

Notice the color used on the arrows? Symbolizing yellow and red? If you see this conversation as a mockin’ful, you can relate the meanings. If used negatively [seems fitting for this scene], you get this: Yellow meaning cowardice, and red meaning warning. 

Honestly, this is VERY fitting, knowing how scared Fang is in Fang’s Big Break. The amount of fear he gets in Superstars as a whole really makes you worry for him. Bean is pretty explanatory, he’s “getting tired of Fang’s antics”. Reason for Bark not having the arrow, I'm not sure, possibly because he’s not verbally arguing, or he’s not as mad as the others. Either way, I think Bark is just more caring about the situation. With this hypothetical situation, I think Fang is just scared that he’ll be alone. So he turns reactive in the face of a jerky persona. For Bean, he’s gaining more independence. I know this rant isn’t about ‘im but I really do realize how much Bean is getting as a character. He’s speaking more, asking the questions, getting sassy more on screen. 

Okay, now let’s get into connecting Fang’s Big Break with Fang the Hunter. I’m claiming that FTH is before FBB, because I’m sure that’s the motion for it. Looking at the images below, don’t they look similar? Somewhat? Now I want you to mash those frames up, with the speech including the thoughts.

“Bean?! Bark?!” [Get your act together! You’re repeating your past mistakes! You’re better than this! You have to be!] Both are in distress, and it shows how much content is missing from the cover [saying that Fang is just what he shows to be]. And even if both situations are VERY DIFFERENT: See how that helps my case even more. In FTH, he’s with his crew and now they’re gone. Of course he’s gonna yell out for them, that’s the first instinct. This is expected, if you lost the people near you, of course you’re gonna call for ‘em. Nothing deep is seen here, but for the right image, I differ. I say it over and over again, but he really is trying to be better. The context is, he’s on a hunt and he angered a bird who now is chasing him along with crushing his cork gun. A big difference between the situations is that he STARTED alone compared to becoming alone. With no one else in his mind, he’s gonna worry for himself. But he isn’t getting mad about being alone [at least, from what’s written], he’s not yelling for help, he has only himself to talk to. And what does he notify himself? “Get your act together”. He’s trying to stop his mistakes, whatever that may be. 

Let’s use that past sentence, and although it ails Hooligan fans [INCLUDING ME AHHHHHH </3], let’s imagine Bean, Bark, and Fang harshly separated. If you put that hypothetical with Fang’s thoughts, you can imagine he’s telling himself to stop being careless.+SINCE I’M STILL MAKING THIS HAPPY, THIS HYPOTHETICAL DEF HAS BEAN AND BARK COMING BACK <33

From sources, people push others away so that they won’t get hurt. Well, you could use that to correlate with Fang’s behavior. 

This is what Sega calls him, a jerk, “our favorite jerky jerboa!”, even in Archie, “And a total jerk”. This actually lines up with pushing others away, making this term more seemingly true. Going to the main point, you can see why Fang would want to stop acting this way. It led him to be alone, without “his boys”, without the zaniness that his gang brings him. It’s not the same anymore. (this is where I insert my shipping blast btw)

 In Superstars, this is correct! We don’t see Bean or Bark, we’re introduced to Trip [a WHOLE NEW gal], Fang is working very close to Eggman, and heck, his tech got upgraded.

*okay rando thing: In FTH, he wishes the Marvelous Queen gets the upgrades she needs to take Sonic down. In Superstars, he gets more than that, he gets his own robot ALONG with tons of upgrades for the MQ…if FTH is before Superstars, would he feel achievement? Somehow? +yknow, until it blows up [yeh, i'm not joking] 

BACK TO LE COMIC, …oh ye I technically went over everything. Or at least, what goes into his mentality,..UHH

Let’s look at Trip rq. Trip the Lizard gets an entire arc in Superstars! Her dynamic between her and Fang is simple, Trip tries to help or Trip tries to do what Fang says and Fang just relents and belittles her. Once Trip gets kicked by Fang, [Trip had to gull to stop Fang] she gains her heroism and sides with Sonic. Fang gets defeated by her anddddd ye that’s the last of Fang in that story. Now, I'm gonna show how sweet she was, even if Fang wouldn’t return the respect. 

I know Sonic Channel isn’t usually taken as canon, but like SHE GIVES HERSELF THE BAD PANCAKE, LIKE AWHH<33 And she doesn’t give up when given commands, tho that can be because she’s verbally forced to. And in the left image, Fang isn’t mad or annoyed about her behavior. Obviously it’s a calm setting, +he’s getting something good. Gosh, he looks surprised, or a little concerned,  because “Why is she still being like this after the stuff I push her through?” It’s not new to him though, it’s like Bean and Bark all over again. They stick together through many things. But the more he doesn’t let others in his life, he’ll just get hurt more and more. This is where I'd say Fang should try to listen to himself, “Get your act together” “You’re better than this”, but in the sense he should open up, that he should be more emotional and let his mind speak. I think that explains why he’s unlikable to some, he’s just reacting madly with no reason. And if I were to find a reason, it’d be because he’s not getting what he deserves, a close bond. And bringing up the sad fact, if he doesn’t let himself be himself, he’s not going to get what he needs. I swear, he’s regretting his choices, but it seems like he’s gone far. Trip could’ve helped but she moved sides. In FTH, Bean and Bark are staying, and I can only hope it STAYS.THAT. WAY. Cause like, Team Hooligan has been together for SO LONG, Bean and Bark are having fun with Fang, and Fang is leveled out with Bean and Bark. 

Ngl, this is supposed to be a “This is why the way he is” more than “He’s justifiable”, but I think my rant could give new insight as to why he’s not a horrible character. Especially when there’s so many others already avoiding an unlikable Fang, Fang Gang being my prime example :] cause we love the silly jerboa! We don’t STOP loving him, and we make sure of that. <33

[yunuen]

reader and writer friends, can you help me out choosing a summary for a fic i've posted? i'm thinking of changing the one i picked originally and i'm stressing about it idk even why:

OPTION 1:

Jayce materializes in the middle of a blizzard, because of course he does. His body hits the ground with a sickening thud and a crack. The momentum — impossible, given he had no mass, no velocity just moments ago, floating weightlessly as he was in a sea of raw magic — carries him downhill quite a distance.

His first coherent thought is of pain.

The second, as ever, is of Viktor.

OPTION 2: “I don’t know,” Viktor murmurs when Jayce hesitantly asks what the fusion of flesh, tech and magic that makes up his ailing body is. He keeps his gaze downcast, slender, synthetic fingers tightening around his staff. “There’s still no word for what I am.” Jayce says nothing, but beautiful is the word that comes to mind. That has always come to mind. OPTION 3 (CURRENT):

When Viktor finally asks Jayce why he stayed behind, Jayce stares at him as though he’s supremely disappointed by the question — as if Viktor has betrayed his own brilliance by asking something so irredeemably stupid. “How could I not? We’re partners.”

Partners, Jayce calls them. Not for the first time, Viktor wonders: Partners in what?