#Ask Story

[axeeglitter]

A young man and college student finds a software capable of turning his roommate and friend into Billy from stranger things, a fictionnal character he's been fantasizing about for a long time. But would he be capable of deceiving his friend and sacrificing him to turn him into his own selfish desires, entirely someone else for good ? What price will he have to pay ?

The Price of Desire

Eric stared at the glowing screen of his laptop, a strange sense of excitement bubbling up inside him. He had stumbled upon a program unlike anything he’d ever seen—an obscure piece of software with a power that felt more like dark magic than modern technology. It claimed it could transform anyone into anyone else, real or fictive, physically and mentally, down to the last detail. A fantasy that should have remained locked in the recesses of his mind was suddenly within reach.

Billy.

The bad boy from Stranger Things who had captivated Eric ever since he'd first laid eyes on him—Billy, with his chiseled body, wild hair, and untamed confidence, everything Eric longed for. Billy, with his alpha attitude and carefree behavior. Billy with his over-the-top sex life and don’t give a shit personality. And now, here was this impossible opportunity, lying right in front of him. The catch? The person to be transformed had to be someone Eric knew personally and was closed to. Being far away from everyone he loved because of the college, that meant it could only be one person: his roommate, Jake.

Jake had been Eric’s roommate and best friend since freshman year—kind, loyal, and completely oblivious to the fantasies Eric had buried. Could Eric really do this? Could he trick Jake into becoming... someone else? The more he thought about it, the more he was torn apart between his fantasy and his loyalty. Jake had always been there for him, he was his best friend, a good student, loved by everyone. The more he thought about it, the more he was starting to realize what that meant. But one glance at Jake sleeping on his bed and then at the picture of Billy on his computer was enough to send Eric into overdrive. And if anything, it could be reversed by the end of the night. Yes, Eric had to do it.

He started to enter the parameters:

Billy Hargrove, white tanktop and pair of jeans, alpha, dominant, horniness level max.

The temptation to press enter right away was unbearable. After hours of agonizing over it, Eric decided to do it. He told himself it was just curiosity, just to see if it worked. The transformation would be reversible, he reassured himself. Right?

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At first, nothing happened. Then Jake's body began to twitch. His limbs spasmed violently, and he let out a low groan in his sleep. Eric watched in horrified fascination as Jake's skin started to shift—bronzing slightly, taking on that signature sun-kissed tone Billy was known for. A thin sheen of sweat broke out across Jake's body, highlighting the rapid changes underneath.

Jake's face was the first thing to shift—his features contorting as though invisible hands were reshaping him like clay. His jawline sharpened, becoming more angular and pronounced. His cheekbones lifted, while his nose restructured, growing slightly broader. His lips thickened just a little, curling into a sneer even as he slept. The bones beneath his face crackled audibly, like distant fireworks.

Then came his body. Jake’s chest began to heave, his shirt tightening as his pecs swelled, muscles bulging outward. His arms thickened, biceps ballooning in size as veins snaked along his skin, stretching taut over the rising muscle. His stomach contracted, fat burning away in an instant to reveal an impressively sculpted six-pack. The definition of every muscle was becoming impossibly sharp, like a body sculpted by the gods themselves.

Eric’s eyes widened as Jake's legs extended, lengthening and thickening with sinew. His thighs bulged under the fabric of his jeans, his calves now heavy and sculpted with muscle. The feet at the end of his long legs morphed, growing wider, larger, more imposing. Even his toes seemed to rearrange, becoming more masculine, rougher.

As the transformation progressed, dark blonde hair sprouted rapidly across Jake’s chest, arms, and legs. The hair on his forearms thickened into a rough, virile coat. A trail of coarse hair formed on his lower abdomen, leading down below his waistband. His groin was what transformed the most as a the thick dirty blonde curly pelt he now sprouted. His entire body had taken on that wild, untamed look of pure alpha masculinity.

Eric’s gaze drifted lower, his face flushing as he noticed the bulge in Jake’s pants swelling. Jake’s cock was growing larger, thicker, pushing out against the tight fabric. His nuts, too, seemed to hang heavier, the very size of his masculinity amplifying as he transformed.

A violent jerk shook Jake’s body, and his hair began to change next. His once-short, brown locks sprouted rapidly, curling into wild, sun-bleached waves. His hair grew longer, thick and unruly, cascading down to his shoulders in messy, sweaty strands. The familiar mop of Billy’s iconic hairstyle now crowned Jake’s transforming head.

As the final changes solidified, Jake’s groans deepened into something more primal. His posture changed, becoming more confident, more aggressive, his body brimming with raw power. The scent of musk filled the air, an intoxicating mix of sweat and testosterone that radiated off Jake’s pits, cock and feet.

But the worst part was Jake’s face. His once-soft, friendly expression twisted into a cocky, arrogant smirk, the same one that Billy always wore. The fear and confusion in Jake’s eyes dimmed, replaced with the cold, predatory gleam that belonged entirely to Billy Hargrove.

Jake’s body suddenly tensed, his eyes snapping open. “Fuck... what the hell?” His voice was deeper now, rougher, dripping with Billy’s signature bravado. He looked down at his new body, running his hands over his muscled chest and abs covered by his musky white tanktop, feeling every ridge, every bulge of strength. His cocky grin widened but his eyes still were surprised and scared of what he was seeing. He tilted his head away from his huge pecs and hard abs to look at Eric. Jake then tried to open his mouth to ask for help but before he could do it, his pupils contracted and dilated, now lacking the fear and full of confidence and horniness.

Eric stood frozen, unable to move, unable to speak.

Billy flexed his arms, admiring his muscular frame. He glanced at Eric, his sneer deepening.

“Damn… looks like I’m fuckin’ perfect,” Billy said, his voice full of arrogance. He stretched, his thick biceps rippling with power. His eyes locked onto Eric, sizing him up like prey. “Gotta say, man, I feel fuckin’ good.”

Eric’s heart pounded. This wasn’t Jake anymore. His friend was gone, erased by the monster standing before him. And yet, despite his horror, Eric felt an undeniable attraction to the imposing figure in front of him—the very object of his darkest fantasies come to life.

Billy got off the bed and took a step toward him, his swagger undeniable, oozing dominance. “You do this?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. When Eric didn’t respond, Billy chuckled darkly. “Yeah, you did. I can see it in your fuckin’ eyes.”

In a swift motion, Billy grabbed Eric by the shirt and shoved him onto the bed. Eric gasped, his heart racing as Billy towered over him, his cocky grin never wavering. His heavy boots thudded on the floor as he approached taking off his tanktop then slowly pulling off the belt of his well-used pair of jeans, the leather slipping through his fingers with a sharp hiss.

“You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you? Wanted me?” Billy said, his voice dripping with contempt and amusement as he grabbed the pack of cigarette from his back pocket and lighted one up. He tossed the belt aside and ran his hand over his crotch, his bulge pressing aggressively against the fabric. “Well, now I’m here. You got what you wanted.”

Eric could hardly breathe. Billy’s eyes gleamed with malicious delight as he reached down, picking up the device Eric had used for the transformation. Eric’s stomach dropped as he saw Billy’s fingers swipe across the screen, entering something into the software.

Billy looked down at Eric, his grin widening. “You think this game’s over, man? Nah. We’re just gettin’ started.”

Eric’s eyes went wide as Billy held the device up, revealing what he had typed in:

Steve Harrington, slut, passive , slaved to Billy, Ahoy uniform.

With a chilling smirk, Billy tossed the device aside, leaning over Eric, his breath hot on his face as he grabbed Eric’s growing hair and forced his unwashed uncut cock in his mouth as his face was starting to rearrange. “Now, let’s have some real fun, huh?”

The last thing Eric saw was Billy’s cold, blue eyes and that cocky, knowing grin, as the reality of what he had unleashed crashed down on him.

His nightmare had only just begun.

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Hey! Hope you'll like this quick story!

If you have any ideas you want to see written, please do it and I'll do my best to answer them! Have a nice day and see you soon :)

[cakerybakery]

The story where Adam hid his pregnancy from Lucifer got me thinking: what if Adam tries to conceal his pregnancy; but Lucifer smells or otherwise senses it, and thinks that Adam hasn’t realized he’s pregnant?

Getting bunny Adam and snake Lucifer vibes from this one

Adam seemed more twitchy than normal whenever he left his room. Which was mainly just to eat it seemed, as he was always either in his room or Lucifer just missed him no matter how much he tried to catch the man. Barely seeing more than a flick of that little cottontail before Adam would vanish around a corner.

Giving chase had proved futile. The man had been fast, the angel faster, as a sinner Adam was only going to get caught if he wanted to be.

Adam wouldn’t answer his phone, the door, not even so much as a letter.

It was driving Lucifer crazy.

Months ago Adam’s scent tempted Lucifer. The rest of the hotel didn’t seem to notice how good the man smelled. A little like a garden after the rain. A horny garden after the rain. A garden Lucifer wanted to plow and plant his seed in until something grew. A garden he needed to fucking be in right now!

Just thinking about Adam. Those cute brown lop ears. How delicious he tasted with skin that just begged to be licked. That fluffy tail. God, that tail. Fucking Adam from behind, as he cried out in pleasure with every thrust, and that fucking tail flicking back and forth, telling Lucifer as much as Adam’s mouth about how much he was loving getting plowed. It drove Lucifer mad to be denied entry into his bunny’s burrow.

Months ago Adam had let himself get caught. Then Lucifer and his horny little flower had fucked like, well, like rabbits. Every second not turning the room into a crime scene, Lucifer spent wrapped around Adam and waiting for him to wake back up so they could go again. And just as suddenly as it started, Lucifer had found himself out on his ass.

Lucifer wasn’t sure what he’d said or done but Adam got pissed and Lucifer had been tossed out the door, along with a bundle containing a few items of his clothing, only coming to a stop against the door across the hall.

There wasn’t even time to cover himself before Alastor opened the door to check out the noise and got an eyeful of Lucifer’s handfuls.

Alastor stopped answering the door too after that, but Lucifer couldn’t have given less of a fuck about that if he had taken a vow of celibacy.

For months Lucifer has been hunting Adam. Chasing down that scent. A changing scent.

At first Lucifer just wanted to know what he’d done wrong, maybe fuck some more, but as Charlie lectured him on not trying to break into Adam’s room that wonderful scent drifting through the door was different.

Little by little it replaced the scent of Adam’s arousal and their mating. Until it was the only smell coming from the room.

For a little while Lucifer haunted the halls when he could and racked his brains when he couldn’t. Rabbit based sinners were very friendly after a few months in hell. Giving succubi a run for their money in the lust department. Adam’s room didn’t smell horny anymore though. It was no longer like a garden after the rain that wanted to get plowed, rather it was more, milky? And like laundry. Fresh and clean.

The only thing he could think of was that Adam was pregnant. The man should be a twenty-four seven horndog that only got anything else done by ignoring the fact he wanted sex.

Hiding away? A changed scent? The fact that half the linens in the hotel were missing and Adam’s room clearly smelled like a clean laundry basket.

His bunny had a bun in the oven. Now if only he could catch the man and tell him.

If Adam knew about the baby, then he’d stop avoiding Lucifer and they could talk about whatever was upsetting him.

—

Adam huffed as he slammed the door shut behind him. That had been a close one. Lucifer almost caught him that time.

Instinctively, he thumped his foot at the thought.

It was one thing to fuck that snake, it was another to let it near his babies.

They rolled in belly and he was reminded that he close to waddling instead of walking. He was slowing down. Just a few more supply runs and he’d bunker down until after the birth.

He pulled one of the spare dressers he’d stolen in front of the door to block it. Then followed the path around the maze of furniture to his mattress on the floor in the far corner of the room. Dropping the bundle of bedding on the pile before he sorted through it for the other things he gathered while out.

Food for him. To be stored down the maze a little, in the makeshift kitchen. It hadn’t be easy getting a full sized fridge into the room, but the store room wasn’t using it anyways.

Then the most precious things of all. A few of Lucifer’s feathers.

The fucker was proving rather scent driven. Adam wasn’t going to risk Lucifer thinking their babies were food if they didn’t smell enough like Lucifer, so Adam had been sneaking around and grabbing every fallen feather he could find. He was going to line his nest with Lucifer’s scent so the babies would smell like him from the beginning. Cover up any newborn, helpless, rabbit smell they might have.

Lucifer not living at the hotel made getting more clothing impossible, the scent of the ones he had were almost gone too. So, instead Adam had been playing a dangerous game of, well he’d say cat and mouse, but snake and rabbit was rather literal.

Letting Lucifer follow him, twitching his tail that way that drove Lucifer mad. Then doubling back after losing him to pick up the feathers lost as Lucifer chased him before scampering off to his room to hide.

He wanted more feathers than he had though.

Adam didn’t know how much long he would be pregnant for. At least he was more human than rabbit or he would have given birth months ago.

They felt safer in him, so he wasn’t in a hurry, but his supplies could only lay so long. And he was certain it was more than one, so who knew when they would be born?

Setting to work, Adam went about rearranging his nest again. Adding another layer of blankets and feathers to the nest. Fussing with the spots Adam picked out for his babies. Rubbing the area with himself and then Lucifer’s feathers.

Over the week it was obvious to Adam he couldn’t risk leaving his room anymore. Small contractions has started, it was hard to breathe, and he was definitely starting to waddle rather than run. But he needed more feathers than Lucifer tended to drop randomly. He needed to do things differently.

Adam stood under the tree. He was enjoying the warm hell evening. Even in hell, sunsets were beautiful. It would probably be the last time he was outside for a while so he wanted to enjoy it while he waited.

He didn’t have to wait long.

As Lucifer was about the grab Adam, Adam sidestepped and Lucifer stumbled. The rope trap around Lucifer’s leg tightened and he yelped as he was yanked up and left dangling from the tree.

“Sorry. This will hurt.” Adam assured Lucifer.

“Huh?” Lucifer tried to spin himself for a second to look at Adam. But as he opened his mouth fingers ran along his spine and he moaned as his wings unfurled.

“Now the bad part. Sorry again.”

Lucifer yelled and batted his wings as he was swatted at like a piñata.

Adam tried to be gentle, but Lucifer made it much more difficult to smack him with the old rug duster Adam had found than it had to be. He gathered up dozens of fallen feathers and scampered off before Lucifer could get a good look at him.

He had to skid to a stop and turn as a portal appeared in front of him. Lucifer having easily gotten down after he’d stopped wondering, what the fuck was that about?

It was too close. Adam was too slow. He wouldn’t make it back to his burrow.

A contraction hit him and he stumbled, falling to his hands and knees.

“Now that’s a sight I’ve missed.” Lucifer purred and grasped Adam’s tail. “No scampering off my little bunny. I think we need to talk.”

Adam kicked, Lucifer let go in shock as Adam made contact with his thigh, and Adam just barely made it back into his room.

It took so much effort to pull the dresser over just enough to block the door. The contractions were coming fast and hard. He thought he had more time.

His water broke as he stumbled through the maze, and ignored Lucifer as he beat on the door, demanding to be let in.

Adam tried to pry his wet and soiled pants off but couldn’t bend to get them all the way off and they hung by his calves.

He could feel the first baby already coming. Some insane part of his brain quipped, ‘if only normal child birth was this fast.’ He laughed and then screamed.

Lucifer was holding him suddenly. Finally deciding to cross into Adam’s personal space without permission, “it’s okay. You’re in just labour. You’ll be okay.”

“NO SHIT!” Adam screamed and pushed.

Taken aback Lucifer asked, “you knew?”

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I know?!?” Adam wanted to say more but he was a little busy.

The first baby came and as Lucifer moved to look Adam kicked him square in the face to get him away from the baby.

Adam couldn’t sit up or grab the baby but he guarded it the best he could. “You even think about eating one of my babies, you snake, and I’ll put you in the fucking ground.”

Lucifer gave him an incredulous look. “Why would I-? I’m not going to fucking eat my children!”

He eyed Lucifer doubtfully. “How do I know that’s true?”

“I didn’t eat Charlie?!?”

“Charlie didn’t smell like helpless prey!”

The next one was coming and the first one was crying. Adam whined involuntarily as he tried to figure out what to do.

Lucifer didn’t give Adam a choice and snatched the baby while Adam laboured. He wrapped the child in one of the blankets and tucked it beside Adam. “See? Not going to eat them. Can I help now?”

Adam agreed, he didn’t trust Lucifer fully, but he agreed anyway.

Catching the next one Lucifer wrapped that one up too to give to Adam.

Watching Lucifer looking at their babies Adam was tempted to let Lucifer hold them. “You need to get another blanket,” Adam moaned.

“Oh? Are you cold?”

“Not for me, for the next one.” Adam shifted uncomfortably, “although if you could help get my pants all the way off…” Adam rode out the next contraction with another scream.

“NEXT ONE?!? How many are we having??”

“At least three! Now fucking do it!”

Adam could barely tell as Lucifer finished taking the wet pants off him.

He groaned and lay back exhausted, as Lucifer took care of the third baby. “I think that’s it.”

Lucifer gave him a blanket too and cleaned up the soiled sheets with a snap. They didn’t smell clean anymore, just not dirty, and Adam wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

Adam inspected his babies.

The first Lucifer had wrapped up in a soft red throw blanket. He had Adam’s big brown lop ears and hair, and his little bunny nose. Even the little cotton tail. But when he peaked his eyes open for a moment, Lucifer’s eyes blinked up at him. There were a few little things that Adam could see where Jr there was taking more after his dad than Adam.

The second and third were almost identical. The second’s flop of blonde hair swirled on the back of her head on the right and the third on the left.

Adam awed as they wiggled their noses and their blonde lop ears twitched. He was excited to see whose eyes they got but neither would open their eyes, just whine and flick their cotton tails from the cool air. He re-wrapped them in the white bed sheets Lucifer had put them in.

“Sooo, you trust me yet?” Lucifer inched closer to the babies.

“Depends, what do they smell like?”

Lucifer frowned at Adam and sniffed. He leaned in closer, following his nose, and smiled softly at the babies. He didn’t look hungry so Adam allowed it.

“Sweet. Like honey, maybe? Good? Little bloody but I’m sure that’ll wash off.”

“And you smelling them makes you want to?”

“Cuddle? Yeah. Just, cuddle. Adam, I’m not going to eat our kids.”

“Just making sure. If you do, I will gut you like a fish and take them from your belly. I want you to understand that.” Adam narrowed his eyes and glared at Lucifer before inviting the bastard snake to cuddle with them.

“Noted.” Lucifer scooted closer and curled up on the other side of their sleepy babies. “Sooo, did you want to talk about the fact that your tits are huge now, or…?”

“Get out.”

[robotredhead]

yo red, you ever see that "no head" vine? if so what do you think about it?

(here is your answer my fellow anon gif was fun to make put painful fun at least me want to give all story detail one by one ooo red got stuck somethingon his head did he forget or something happend? hmm... 👀👀)

stay tuned!..

[crazycratebreaker]

Hey crash… how did you and aku aku meet

_⏳WOAH this alot to tell ⏳_

_-💎 hope ya enjoy lovable piece of the past 💎-_

@nova-izumo

[swan-of-fabletown]

The carriage came to the schoolhouse and stopped, soon Bigby came out first and then allows Snow and Keira walk first. Keira can see there was plenty of mundy girls and young woman, few males and both kind of clothing is what Bigby and her wore.

Snow walked with Keira and Bigby, as Keira holds her plaque and book and Bigby waited patiently. Snow: I hope he is in Snow knocks the door, and they waited, ?????: Enter

[eponastory]

Hey hey hey, checking in to see how you're doing sorry bout the radio silence.. was struggling a few weeks again on regaining access back to my account.. but we're good now. How are you doing on your end Story?

Oh, just surviving the cold and trying to catch up on a lot of things. Mainly on some writing because I haven't been able to sleep lately. Other than that... nothing has really been going on.

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[what-eats-owls]

So there's something I want to say re: intentionally withholding your vote, and I want to do it without coming across as condescending or dismissive.

I've worked as a field organizer in two campaigns, 2010 and 2012, and my job was to help turnout the vote for Democratic candidates up and down the ticket. Technology may have changed, but people are still knocking on doors for specific voters the way they were 12 years ago.

If you say you're not voting/voting 3rd party, the campaign volunteer is supposed to mark that and move on. Their job, in the final month of the election, is to make sure the campaign's supporters have all the information and resources they need to cast a vote.

They aren't collecting data on why you're withholding your vote. They aren't submitting opinion polling results to the campaign. Something like 155 million people voted in the 2020 election, and if you say you're not voting, the campaign is not going to waste a volunteer's time and morale begging you to vote when there are literally millions of other voters to turn out.

Let me repeat that: The campaign does not track why you're not voting. They simply note your vote is not a priority for turnout and move on.

I say this because I see a lot of promotion of non-voting like that's a boycott, when the function is not the same. A boycott is a coordinated mass refusal to engage with an institution—which sounds similar if you see a vote as a good or service to withhold. Unfortunately, it's not.

A vote is a choice you're making as part of a community hiring committee. Your abstention doesn't prevent someone from being hired. It just lowers the threshold for the worst candidate to succeed.

All this to say: In my direct experience as an organizer, abstaining from the vote sends a message. That message is not "You need to try harder to win my vote." It's "Don't waste time on me."

[assexpansion]

Maybe the real breast and ass expansions were the friends we made along the way?

Jealousy, rivalry, greed. The need to be the best. To have the most. To be the biggest. They fought for years trying to outgrow each other, spurred on by their nosy mothers and the wandering eyes of the men they knew. In the end, when their mothers settled or passed and the men were no-good-rotten-dogs, they felt a need to look back on it all. They were angry, but sexy-as-all-hell women who were growing into each other, they decided, grinning at their exclusive joke. Their extreme hourglass figures separated them from the rest of the world, so maybe, just maybe, they could be friends... or more.

[prettyypenguin]

Thank you sm for the story!! Here's some anecdotes about my first flight alone.

I was going to spend summer with other family members, I'd been on flights a couple times, but had never really taken any of it in since it happened so rarely.

When it was time so say goodbye: I hugged my dad, turned away from him and immediately rammed my trolley into the wall. It must have been so discouraging to him. It was like I could feel all his confidence in me evaporating😭.

I struggled for a few seconds to move the trolley and eventually did with a little help. I tried to save face and wave at my dad to recover from my coming of age movie moment, no idea if it worked.

I looked so fucking lost wandering around that a staff member ended up helping me through security. I also forgot where my old school was when I got questioned on it because it has 2 different locations and the security kept trying to probe me about it.

Made it on the flight safely and sat awkwardly. I was so paranoid of taking the wrong one somehow lmao.

Things that happened on a recent flight: I was waiting for boarding time to be announced. It hadn't happened 10 minutes after the time printed on my ticket, so I decided to order something to eat. I turned away from the counter after ordering and panicked when I saw people getting in line. I couldn't leave cause I already paid for the brownie and it was getting heated, so I just watched the line get longer and longer gmfhjfkf.

- @repressedlesbian

HAHAHAHA NOT YOU CRASHING INTO THE WALL😭😭😭😭 poor bb! Sounds like besides your coming of age movie moment (stealing that <3) it went alright, luckily. Flights and airports are messy, unfortunately |:

Despite everything, I hope the brownie tasted good😭

I probably have a few funny airport stories too. I'll share them if I remember them (;

[bastardlybonkers]

i feel like not enough ppl are factoring in the cultural clash between laios and shuro and the many micro agressions shuro faced while being in their group. literally the name 'shuro' in itself is one

his name is toshiro 😭 lets also not forget that he has his own communication issues, in the opposite way that laios does- thats literally a factor in their argument, that his envy for laios's ability to express himself sincerely manifested as part of his distaste for him.

ig all this to say like, was their fight heart wrenching, especially when reading laios as autistic? absolutely. anybody whos ever been in laios's position knows how much it hurts to realize someone you thought was your friend doesnt actually like having you around, especially when they didnt tell you and you had no way of knowing due to not understanding their cues. but im begging yall to step back and see the nuance of this situation cause im gonna be real a lot of you are kinda just brushing over it acting like everything is toshiros fault and that hes a terrible person when in reality hes an average guy who really, really clashed with laios and it led to a very long misunderstanding due to their supremely opposite methods of communication. even laios and toshiro, after letting everything out in their fight, were able to come to an understanding and start a foundation for an actual friendship built on better communication

ok yknow what Edit: i shouldve made it even more explicit at the end of this post, i hadnt thought i would need to since i started the post with this, but i think a few too many people are missing my point so i just wanna clarify. i shouldnt have said 'really clashed' and left it at that because yeah they did, but it wasnt just their opposite methods of communication, it is also very much that toshiro was experiencing microaggressions via laios. it may have been unintentional on laios's part, but it still happened and wore him down, made it harder for him to communicate on top of both the more subtle social cues that he was raised with and his own communication difficulties. i also want to say that the fandom reaction to toshiro and the complete ignorance of this point is also racist tbh or at the very least ignorant. i understand that the anime did not cover this panel, and neither did the manga, as this was an omake, but im gonna be real with you guys. there are enough context clues within the story to clue you into this. if you didnt pick up on it thats ok, but i think this is a good lesson in picking up subtext in the stories that youre watching and/or reading. kui shouldnt have to explicitly say 'by the way laios was racist to toshiro' for this point to be understood, and at the very least, when the author portrays a character in a sympathetic light (as kui clearly does) it should make you question Why they are doing so and what makes them sympathetic, rather than youre immediate and only reaction to be 'well i hated what this guy did/said so i hate them and they suck'. idk exactly how to finish this, just. idk. question your biases and gut reactions to things you see in media and stories, and think about whether or not theres subtext that youre missing.

[cakerybakery]

If you’re still accepting adamsapple writing suggestions: Adam is pregnant with Lucifer’s baby, and his father-of-humanity paternal instincts are telling him to build a stash of food and skins before the child arrives.

I am! Hope this works for you

Lucifer searched high and low for his work gloves. He didn’t need them, really. It wasn’t like his tools could do any real harm if his hand slipped. It just hurt and he would bleed, and then he had to clean that up. The leather gloves were useful.

After half an hour, he gave up. Lucifer went back to his workshop and went to grab his work apron.

It was gone.

It had just been here.

He sighed and sat down. He would just get shavings on his clothing and be careful while he painted. Lucifer told himself it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he couldn’t snap his fingers and fix his clothing. Lucifer set to work.

A few days later he searched the whole kitchen for the peanut butter. They just bought some! Lucifer remembered it distinctly. Adam insisted on buying a couple of the large jars. Honey too.

Actually Adam had insisted they needed to stock up a lot of shelf stable foods.

Never in his existence had Lucifer purchased canned fruit and fruit cups. But Adam had been so certain he needed it that Lucifer stopped arguing. He helped Adam fill up two carts of things like granola bars, different nut butters, crackers, preserved fruit and pickled items. The idea of eating a pickled egg turned Lucifer’s stomach but Adam said he wanted to eat them all, right there in the store.

He waited until the car.

But now the cupboard looked bare of anything they bought. There should be a hundred jars of pickled carrots, asparagus, beets, tiny ass onions, and eggs. Where are all the cans of tuna? The canned chicken and ham? They had bought out the beef jerky, but it was gone.

Lucifer grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. At least they still had that. Maybe Adam put the food in the cellar? He’d have to remember to ask later.

Adam was constantly rearranging things lately. Perhaps he moved them.

He tossed the banana skin and headed to the den to watch some tv. Lucifer rarely watched TV anymore.

For a few years after Lilith left he became one with his couch. When he finally pried himself up one day, Charlie had moved out. Who knows for how long. He avoided it these days, too many bad associations of that dark time.

But there were special occasions where he watched TV. Like when Charlie’s new ad was going to air.

He crossed the den to turn on the tv, his boots clacking on the hardwood floor, when he paused. He stepped again.

Clack.

Again.

Clack.

That wasn’t right.

Lucifer looked down and did a little turn in disbelief. Where the fuck was that bear skin rug? Adam had gifted it to him.

He had killed the bear himself and gifted the hide to Lucifer. It still took Lucifer a month to realize the mountain of bear meat Adam had gifting to Charlie and him was how Adam flirted.

Adam was proving he could care for Lucifer and Charlie. It was funny, no matter how advanced the world gets, Adam still held onto so many of his instincts.

Lucifer thought about calling the cops. But who would break into the king of hell’s home and steal his bear skin rug?

It was far more logical that Adam moved it. Lucifer didn’t know why. But Adam had rearranged their bedroom the week before, claiming it just needed to be changed.

Adam vacuumed and scrubbed the floors and walls of their bedroom and ensuite bathroom. The drapes had been taken down and had the dust beaten out of them. All the linens were washed. All the towels. Every nook and cranny cleaned.

Lucifer had been set to work and using magic only upset Adam, because, “that’s not clean! It needs to smell clean!”

So he did his assigned tasks by hand.

Lately, there was only one place to find Adam. He hardly left their room it seemed like. Now that it was clean and arranged how he liked. It worries Lucifer but the guy seemed content and Lucifer didn’t want to upset him by suggesting something was wrong.

He opened the door and poked his head in. Lucifer was about to ask about the rug but it was lying on the bed.

A frustrated Adam was pacing the floor and clicking furiously on his phone.

As Lucifer went in he noticed that there were now drawers under the bed. He gave that an eyebrow raise. When had that happened?

“Adam? You okay?”

“No! The cowhide I wanted is on back order! It won’t be here for another month! I don’t have a month!”

“I see you moved the rug.” Lucifer closed the door behind him and nodded at the rug on their bed.

Adam just hummed and continued to pace. A hand slipped down and rested on his belly.

Lucifer had noticed that as well. The past several months Adam touched his stomach more. Lucifer had tried to be reassuring. He liked the weight gain. Adam was looking hotter.

Adam took the compliments but still hid in loose clothing. Still put a hand to his belly like he was thinking about the weight gain. Staring off into the distance. Sometimes not allowing Lucifer to touch him.

At least he always look happy. But he was going to the doctor’s a lot. Adam refused to let him come. Got jittery about it.

Jealousy had flared up in Lucifer months ago. He’d followed Adam sure, just positive, that Adam was cheating. But he went to a doctor’s office like he said he was going to do.

Lucifer looked up the doctor. Doctor Jillian Hutters OB/GYN. He felt an immense sense of relief when he looked her up. Adam wouldn’t cheat on him with some sinner woman.

Sinners were all his descendants. Adam didn’t fuck descendants. It was nice that he was visiting his many times great grandchildren. Lucifer never questioned Adam again. Every bit of curiosity at Adam behaviour Lucifer squished down and told himself he was probably just getting jealous again over nothing and to let it go.

Lucifer followed as Adam paced nervously across the bedroom.

Suddenly Adam paused and tensed. He let out a muffled scream and panted once it was done.

“Adam? Are you okay?” Lucifer reached up to touch him when Adam whipped around.

“Get out!” Lucifer was shoved out of the room and it was slammed shut and locked behind him.

He pounded on the door for several minutes. Lucifer could teleport or open a portal or simply blow the door off its hinges but when he hard Adam cry out again doctor Hutters jumped to the front of his mind.

Pacing he called the office. If Lucifer was a less prideful man he might have been ashamed of his behaviour on the phone. Instead he welded his power as king like his dick and commanded the sinner to come to the palace.

When she arrived half an hour later she shoved her coat into Lucifer’s hands and followed the sound of Adam screaming.

By the time Lucifer got up to the bedroom the door was slammed shut in his face again.

It was only a couple minutes but he was sent for clean linens. The doctor opened the door just long enough to take them from Lucifer. Then he was sent for ice chips. He created those with a snap.

Outside the door he paced for hours as Adam’s screaming grew more intense and closer together. He wished now the walls were thinner so he could hear what the doctor was saying.

Suddenly it stopped and Lucifer was about to tear the door down to find out why it had suddenly gone silent when the door opened.

“Congratulations, dad. It’s a boy.” She stood aside and allowed the confused king to come inside.

The afternoon light filtered through the windows and on the bed Adam rested against the headboard, holding a small bundle of blankets.

Lucifer’s arms shook as he climbed onto the bed and crawled across the mattress to Adam.

He gave Lucifer a tired smile, and turned the bundle toward Lucifer. A little sleepy face peaked out. It yawned and blinked up at him.

Adam handed the boy over and Lucifer loved him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Lucifer asked quietly, afraid of the answer.

“I was afraid of getting your hopes up and losing him. What it would do to you. I hoped. If he didn’t make it, then at least you wouldn’t have time to love him before he was buried. Like the others.”

The graveyard of Charlie’s siblings. A place just out of sight, but never far out of mind. The ones that never made it. So many were just headstones to remember that for a bit, they had hoped that this time, this time it would work.

“He’s healthy.” The doctor interrupted their dark thoughts. “I’ll alert the home care team to come and do the follow ups. I’ve written down his birth information on this card.” She handed over a blue card containing his weight and height and time of birth. “Congratulations again, your highnesses.”

She left them and saw herself out.

“You still should have told me.” Lucifer didn’t want to make Adam feel bad, he just wasn’t as fragile as Adam seemed to think. “Next time, tell me, okay?”

Adam agreed. “I’m starving. You want a snack?” He winced as he leaned over the bed, opened a drawer, and pulled out peanut butter and crackers.

“I was looking for that! Is there where the food ended up?”

“I needed it close by. For after the baby was born. So we wouldn’t have to leave the room.” Adam flushed as he settled back against the headboard to eat his food.

Lucifer scooted back with him and took a couple crackers. He hadn’t noticed in all the worrying but he was hungry. That banana didn’t last long.

They polished off the sleeve and Adam was looking ready to sleep when the doorbell rang.

Passing over the baby for Adam to cuddle, Lucifer went to the front door.

His cellphone buzzed on the floor. Lucifer figured he must have dropped it when the doctor came in and not noticed.

He picked it up and saw the numerous missed calls and texts from Charlie.

Lucifer didn’t need to hear or read the messages to guess that Charlie was probably freaked out by the lack of response. He opened the door to a few people that doctor Hutter sent, gave them directs up to the bedroom, and called Charlie.

It barely rang when Charlie picked up. “Dad! Are you okay? What happened? Why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

“Everything is fine. But you should come visit tomorrow. There’s someone I want you to meet.” Lucifer explained what happened and apologized for missing her commercial.

Charlie didn’t care. She was too excited about the baby and promised to come over tomorrow afternoon and let them rest.

Lucifer passed the nurses on the stairs and they congratulated him once more. He crawled into the bed with Adam and the baby. Both were asleep.

Pulling the blanket up and over them, Lucifer stuck a hand under his pillow to settle in for a nap as well.

He grasped something under the pillow and pulled it out.

His work gloves!

[deep-space-netwerk]

So Venus is my favorite planet in the solar system - everything about it is just so weird.

It has this extraordinarily dense atmosphere that by all accounts shouldn't exist - Venus is close enough to the sun (and therefore hot enough) that the atmosphere should have literally evaporated away, just like Mercury's. We think Earth manages to keep its atmosphere by virtue of our magnetic field, but Venus doesn't even have that going for it. While Venus is probably volcanically active, it definitely doesn't have an internal magnetic dynamo, so whatever form of volcanism it has going on is very different from ours. And, it spins backwards! For some reason!!

But, for as many mysteries as Venus has, the United States really hasn't spent much time investigating it. The Soviet Union, on the other hand, sent no less than 16 probes to Venus between 1961 and 1984 as part of the Venera program - most of them looked like this!

The Soviet Union had a very different approach to space than the United States. NASA missions are typically extremely risk averse, and the spacecraft we launch are generally very expensive one-offs that have only one chance to succeed or fail.

It's lead to some really amazing science, but to put it into perspective, the Mars Opportunity rover only had to survive on Mars for 90 days for the mission to be declared a complete success. That thing lasted 15 years. I love the Opportunity rover as much as any self-respecting NASA engineer, but how much extra time and money did we spend that we didn't technically "need" to for it to last 60x longer than required?

Anyway, all to say, the Soviet Union took a more incremental approach, where failures were far less devastating. The Venera 9 through 14 probes were designed to land on the surface of Venus, and survive long enough to take a picture with two cameras - not an easy task, but a fairly straightforward goal compared to NASA standards. They had…mixed results.

Venera 9 managed to take a picture with one camera, but the other one's lens cap didn't deploy.

Venera 10 also managed to take a picture with one camera, but again the other lens cap didn't deploy.

Venera 11 took no pictures - neither lens cap deployed this time.

Venera 12 also took no pictures - because again, neither lens cap deployed.

Lotta problems with lens caps.

For Venera 13 and 14, in addition to the cameras they sent a device to sample the Venusian "soil". Upon landing, the arm was supposed to swing down and analyze the surface it touched - it was a simple mechanism that couldn't be re-deployed or adjusted after the first go.

This time, both lens caps FINALLY ejected perfectly, and we were treated to these marvelous, eerie pictures of the Venus landscape:

However, when the Venera 14 soil sampler arm deployed, instead of sampling the Venus surface, it managed to swing down and land perfectly on….an ejected lens cap.

[egophiliac]

back at it again with the extremely self-indulgent diafams! I am being emotionally supported by overly-cutesy interactions between anime characters right now, don't judge me.

(also continuing with my headcanons that 1) mustache Bauru, and 2) he'll be hugely tsundere about it but you can, ultimately, convince him to do just about anything via careful application of Sebek.)

[noodles-and-tea]

"STANLEY WITH BABY FORD ON THE OTHER HAND" (from tags)

Noodles? What are you planning to do to us? Should I get a dust pan to sweep my heart off the floor now?

It’s goING GOOD NO PROBLEMS HERE NOTHING CAN GO WRONG!!!

[unboundprompts]

body language descriptions please?

(eg: she cocked her head)

thank you 💗💗💗

Body Language Descriptions

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Anxiety/Nervousness

She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her fingers tugging nervously at the fabric as she struggled to find the right words.

They bit their lower lip.

He looked away, unable to meet her gaze, a clear indication of his guilt.

She absentmindedly rubbed her neck.

He chewed his nails, a nervous habit that he couldn't seem to quit.

They rubbed their hands together nervously.

He tightened his jaw.

She felt beads of sweat forming on her brow, betraying her calm facade as her heart raced.

Frustration/Impatience

Their fists clenched at their sides.

He tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table, a clear sign of impatience as he waited for her to finish.

He rolled his eyes, the gesture full of exasperation as he dismissed her words.

She let out a heavy sigh, the sound heavy with resignation as she faced the inevitable.

He threw his hands up in defeat.

Curiosity

He leaned forward in his chair, eager to hear more, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

She raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical as she questioned his intentions.

She tilted her head slightly.

He watched intently, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in every detail of her story.

Confidence/Assertiveness

He stood tall with his shoulders back, projecting confidence even in the face of uncertainty.

They sat on the edge of their seat.

She gestured wildly, her hands moving animatedly as she tried to express her excitement.

He stood with his hands on his hips, exuding an air of authority and control over the situation.

They held their chin up high, projecting self-assurance even in the face of adversity.

Defensiveness/Resignation

He crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive posture that spoke volumes about his discomfort.

He braced himself against the wall, a protective stance.

She folded her hands in her lap, a sign of restraint as she fought the urge to speak.

They shrank back slightly, their shoulders hunching as if trying to make themselves smaller in the face of criticism.

He held his breath momentarily, steeling himself for the inevitable conflict he sensed was coming.

She covered her face with her hands, overwhelmed by the situation as she tried to block out the world.

Thoughtfulness/Concentration

She furrowed her brow in concentration, her mind clearly racing as she tried to solve the problem at hand.

She nodded slowly, processing the information, her expression thoughtful and contemplative.

He stared blankly into space, lost in thought as he processed what had just been revealed.

He drummed his fingers on the table, the rhythmic sound a sign of his deep contemplation.

She tapped her foot lightly, her mind racing.

Eagerness/Excitement

He paced back and forth, his restless energy manifesting in the constant movement as he considered his options.

She bent forward, her elbows resting on her knees, a sign of intimacy and engagement in the conversation.

She swayed slightly from side to side, a subconscious display of her nervous energy as she waited for the verdict.

He bounced on his toes, his excitement palpable.

She jumped up and down, a spontaneous display of her joy that couldn’t be contained.