#Bio-secure-bubble

[mariasont]

Imagine this for me, feel free to ignore this but it’s rotting in my brain 💀 some fluffy Fem!BAU reader x Aaron Hotchner pretty please 🙏🏻

Reader and another member of the team enter a suspected unsub’s house, working in biochemistry and bio weapons🧬🔬🧪, reader accidentally triggers some alarm/security system and gets sprayed w an unknown substance😱🤯

(anthrax for angst/hurt comfort, aphrodisiac for smut…..or for fluff like a laughing gas??)

n reader has to get checked out by medics n in the back of the ambulance or the hospital (in context of laughing gas) with extremely concerned Aaron, and miss girl cannot hold it together, cracking jokes, giggling at herself, Aaron and nothing in particular, BLATANTLY flirting with Aaron (who wouldn’t let’s be fr) n he’s tryna keep his professionalism so bad but cracks n says something she wasn’t supposed to hear, she replies with something along the lines of

“take me out on a date first, sir.”

The side effects lasting the entire flight back too so the whole team gets to witness reader all snuggled up to Aaron, complimenting him, pulling full on smiles out of him, making him blush- AAAAH pls I’m rattling the bars of my cage thinking about it

PLEASE 🫠🫠I’m hanging out for some tooth-rotting fluff, once again feel free to ignore,

Happy writing 💜💜

DANGEROUS - A.H

a/n: LOLOLOL i loved this request thank you so much i hope this is what you were wanting <3

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

warnings: reader being persistent asf, home girl isn't backing down for NOTHING

wc: 1.3k

"Where is she?"

Hotch's words sliced through the sterile air of the ER, stripped of kindness or patience, devoid of his usual restraint. His presence seemed to consume the hallway, his tie loose, his brow drawn, and his composure unraveled in ways only you could cause.

Morgan intercepted him before he got too far.

"Hotch—cool it. She's okay." Hotch's glare could've sent anyone else running, but Morgan held his ground. "I get it. You're worried. But barging in there all hot-headed? Not gonna help."

"She's under observation," Morgan continued before Hotch could push past him. "Doc says whatever she got hit with isn't dangerous--just... weird. A little chemical happy hour, let's say. She's harmless and giggly."

Hotch's brows furrowed together, pushing past Morgan and opening the door to find you sprawled in the hospital bed.

The sight of you sent his heart into a freefall. Your cheeks were flushed, your hair was a mess, and your eyelids drooped like you'd been awake for hours—but you were alive. He scanned you quickly, searching for injuries, bruises, something tangible to explain why it still felt like the world had tilted off its axis. When he came up empty, a small weight lifted from his shoulders, but the tightness in his chest wouldn't let go.

"Hotch." Your voice, soft and a little slurred, tugged him out of his own head. You blinked up lazily up at him, a sleepy, crooked smile spreading across your lips. "Hey, you."

He frowned, his steps eating the distance between you. "How do you feel? What did the doctors say?"

You giggled—giggled. "I feel fantabulous, boss man. Why're you always so serious? It's kind of cute, though. You're cute."

"Cute?" He blinked, startled, as if the word was foreign coming from you. His brow creased in confusion, though his eyes betrayed the faintest trace of relief. "You're in a hospital bed because of a biochemical exposure. Nothing about this is remotely cute."

"Okay, okay, Captain Grumpy Pants." You patted the bed beside you, and for a moment he just stared. "Sit down before you pop a blood vessel."

"What did that chemical do to you?"

Your laughter bubbled up--bright, unrestrained, and completely inappropriate given the circumstances. "I dunno! But it's great. Like... fun. You should try it. Loosen up, Aaron!"

The casual drop of his first name hit him like a slap in the face, and you caught the split second of surprise before he could smother it. Grinning wider, you leaned forward, eyes twinkling like you'd discovered his Achilles' heel.

"You worried about me, Aaron? That's sweet. And for the record, you wear stress well. Very rugged. Broody Hotchner."

Hotch's jaw tensed visibly, a muscle jumping beneath his skin as he tried--and failed--not to react. He was sure he liked the sound of his name rolling off your tongue entirely more than was appropriate. "You're not making any sense."

"And you don't smile enough," you countered easily. "You've got this whole tall, dark, and scowly thing going on, but when you smile? Oh, man. Broody Hotchner becomes downright irresistible."

He stared at you, mouth slightly open like he'd forgotten how to respond. The blush that crept up his neck and toward his ears betrayed him, though he looked anywhere but at you.

"Rugged and speechless?" Your grin spread wider. "Oh, this is definitely my new favorite hobby."

He said your name, low and clipped--a warning and a plea all wrapped into one.

You waved him off, giggling as you propped your chin in your hand, the faintest smirk tugging at your lips. "Oh, lighten up. Admit it—you like me. I'm the best part of your day."

Before he could even form a reply, the door creaked open, and Emily stepped in. "She's cleared to go. The jet's ready. You'll have to wrangle her out of here, though."

Hotch straightened immediately, thankful for the interruption. You, on the other hand, poured dramatically. "Aww, we were just getting to the good part."

"Let's go," Hotch muttered, ignoring Emily's obvious smirk as he grabbed your bag from the chair and stepped closer to the bed. When you didn't move, he gave you a look--a look you were all too familiar with. "Up."

"Look at you. So polite," you teased, sliding your hands into his as he helped you sit upright. 

Hotch didn't answer, just looped an arm under yours as he coaxed you to your feet. You swayed for a second--just enough to make him grab your other elbow. His movements were careful--surprisingly gentle for someone with such sharp edges. "Easy."

"You're just so reliable." You were leaning into his side more than you probably needed to. "See this is why I think you like me."

"You can think whatever you want as long as you keep walking."

Emily grinned as the two of you passed. "Smooth, Hotch. Real smooth."

--

The low rumble of the jet engines filled the cabin, but Hotch wasn't hearing any of it. All of his attention was on you--curled up on the seats, hands waving animatedly as you grinned at your captive audience, chatting nonstop like a queen addressing her subjects. Morgan and Reid were clearly enjoying the show.

"No, no, Spencer, you're not hearing me." You sat up with exaggerated effort, poking Reid's arm as if to emphasize your point. "If you combined your brain with Derek's charm, you'd be unstoppable. A super-agent. Like, Avengers level."

Reid's face flushed immediately, and Morgan barked out a laugh. "See, I told you, Pretty Boy—everyone's gotta have a little charm."

"I'm plenty charming," Spencer grumbled, though the small, amused smile gave away how he really felt.

Hotch leaned back in his seat, hands folded tightly in his lap, but his focus never left you. He was beyond exhausted, the weight of the last few hours settling heavy in his bones, but still, he refused to tear his eyes away. It wasn't rational, but the thought of looking away--even for a second--felt like it might undo having you here, safe and whole.

You noticed. Of course you did.

The pout that appeared on your face was immediate. "Hotch! You're all the way over there. That's too far."

He blinked, his heart stumbling for just a moment, your tone cracking through his carefully constructed walls. "I'm fine where I am."

"But I'm not," you whined, shifting toward the edge of your seat and looking far too pleased with yourself. "C'mon, boss man. Sit with me."

Morgan leaned into Reid with a grin. "She's relentless, man."

Hotch shot Morgan a quick glare before standing, crossing the cabin with deliberate strides. He lowered himself stiffly onto the seat next to you, his posture straight as a board. "Happy now?"

"Mm-hmm," you hummed, sliding closer and resting your head on his shoulder with hesitation.

He started to say your name, but you cut him off with a content sigh. "You're warm. Did anyone ever tell you you're like a human space heater? Very cozy, Hotchner."

Hotch swallowed. "You need to rest."

"I am resting. You're just really nice to lean on." You tilted your head up, peaking at him with half-lidded eyes. "You're handsome too. Did I mention that already? Like...impossibly handsome. It's a little unfair."

He froze. Completely and utterly froze. His hands hovered awkwardly over his knees, unsure of where to go as you snuggled closer, completely oblivious to the predicament you were putting him in. He could feel the team watching--Morgan's smirk, Emily's barely contained laughter, even Reid's curious glances--but none of them dare to say a word.

He said your name once again, this time softer, but you were already gone, eyes slipping shut, breath evening out as you dozed off against him.

Professional. He needed to be professional. He repeated the word in his head like a mantra, but with you pressed so contentedly against him, it felt like a losing battle.

And then he caught it--your perfume. Soft, faintly floral, and as familiar to him as the sound of your voice. It was the same scent he'd picked up in stolen moments: when you walked by his desk, leaving a hint of it behind, or leaned over his shoulder during a briefing. He'd grown used to it, let it blur into the background like everything else about you he shouldn't notice.

But now? Now it was inescapable, a subtle, dizzying distraction that tugged at what little composure he had left.

His chest tightened as an irrational thought hit him--what it would be like to have this forever. To breathe in your scent every morning instead of just in passing. To have you against him not as a fleeting accident but as a choice. He had no business entertaining these thoughts--thoughts of how easy it would be to have you like this all the time.

And that? That was dangerous.

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[myjjongie]

PROFILES.ᐟ ── bad bitches + jake

SYNOPSIS: you and jay have been at each others throats for the whole time you've been enrolled at decelis university. the reason for the rivalry in question? the #1 rank on the academic leaderboard in the university. you went through your whole high school life being #1 on the academic leaderboard. you meet jay, who also had the same upbringing in high school. things then start to turn into a constant battle. leaving you constantly in second place and jay in first place every rank update.

⟡ yn; second year psychology major at decelis university. will tend to study like an insane person to secure that #1 spot (even though she always fails in the end). is the treasurer for the student council. HATES PARK JONGSEONG, if there was a rank on hating jay she would unironically place first. despite her strict studying and her major dislike for jay, she’s a very bubbly and joyful person.

⟡ jake; second year physics major at decelis university and is on the soccer team. is high school friends with jay and sunghoon. but despite that yn holds jake very fondly to herself. he does tend to get made fun of for being friends with jay (due to you know the rivalry between the two mutual friends he shares). but despite that he stays neutral between the two friend groups, but if we're gonna be honest. he loves being in the know of everything.

⟡ ningning; second year music major at decelis university. has been yn's best friend since high school. she's always there to help cheer up her yn, as she's witnessed how hard she's worked for being ranked at the top for all those years in high school together. sadly shares a music class with jay (death glares him 11/10 times. anything for her girl). small side note her family volunteers to be a host family to international students. currently right now there is a high school student from japan living with her for the mean time.

⟡ sunoo; first year computer science major at decelis university. even though sunoo is a first year he takes a lot of second year courses, thats how he came across yn. his bio may or may not just be a indirect to jay... is roommates with yechan (keeho's brother). yechan and sunoo were best friends in high school and still are.

⟡ keeho; third year psychology major at decelis univeristy. due to sharing the same major, keeho and yn became friends through a shared class together. he also ran into yn when she was at sunoo's apartment one evening (was visiting yechan). that strange coincidence solidified their friendship a bit more that day.

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a.note; okay first profiles are up. not even gonna lie... i had this whole smau idea from wanting one of the friends to be in both friend groups. i think this is like the best plot device ever for smaus and its insane that not that many people use that. like imagine a mutual friend in both friend groups especially if the two mcs hate one another... LMAOOOOOOOOOO anyways. really praying this isn't HEAVILY ooc. but if it is i digress... also other profiles will be added later. need to get ready for work............

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[b0tster]

What’s your short auto bio?

How did you learn the game making stuff? How do you have time/money? How did you find your style?

oh yeag sure i can give u a lil summary

i wanted to be a game developer my entire life after getting an n64 with zelda and mario when i was like 7 years old

that lead to me taking an experimental 3d course in high school that used blender cuz they had no budget and just used a free program (lucky me that blender eventually turned into the juggernaut that it is now). They didn't have any game design classes but i sated my curiosity by playing games with heavy customization like halo forge and little big planet

in college i took a game design class that introduced me to the Unreal Development Kit (what came before Unreal 4) and, while the classes didn't really teach me much just having access to the engine is what really sparked my drive to start a career in the games industry

few years later I got into the industry during the 'vr is the future lets open up 104599034 game dev studios this bubble totally wont burst' craze of the early - mid 2010's and quickly climbed the ladder due to my skills. on my free time i finished my first self-published game Arcus and released it.

but of course the bubble burst and i got laid off (this coincidentally(?) happened at the same time i came out as trans. lol.) After that I stuck to working indie as, surprise surprise, crunch was a thing at my big industry job. I worked at a few studios for a couple of years, during which bloodborne psx (my second self published indie game) was developed and released on my free time.

all my indie jobs ended with being let go due to the reality of indie development having worse job security. i decided to stop doing "professional" work altogether and became the self publishing indie solo dev that you see today 💙

[duskier]

This one is for @bjornthebearguy <33

The day had been terrible. Heaven forbid you have a day off to yourself- no kids, no work, no work kids either! And yet all three seemed to converge on your one monthly day off to make a terrible, no good combination that was the opposite of the peace you had envisioned for yourself.

The bus you took to work because your car battery was dead was just the cherry on top of your already shit day.

"Hen! Don't run off! This is a military base, not a playground!" Calling out to child number one, Henrik; young but still plenty old enough to know better than to run off from you.

"Oh!! And who is this wee li'le guy?" Work child number one, Soap; the last influence you would have wanted to meet Henrik. "You lost ma friend?"

Soap was good with kids. You didn't need to see him around kids to know he was good with them, you had seen his myriad of family pictures; the ever expanding brood returning him from every leave with more pictures of him with chubby, smiling toddlers balanced on his shoulders. Henrik was more than happy to let the soldier scoop him up and carry him back over to you.

"Mor, mor, lookie! Who's this!"

"If it's a stranger, should you be letting them pick you up?"

Meekly, "....No."

Soap could only guffaw and heft your child back down to the ground. "Yer mom's right, kiddo."

Clara, actual child number two held securely in your arms, took the moment to scream shrilly. Toddler speak for, "Hello! I'm so excited to meet you!" You'd long since lost the flinch reflex from your eardrums being assaulted by your little ones, and just took the damage head on.

"What's all the noise about!"

You turned to that sweet voice, Clara turning her head in time with you. Work child number two, Gaz. Brilliant smile flashing even brighter in the sun, walking with long strides to pull you into a side arm hug. Clara giggled and kicked her feet as she was squished between the two of you, and Henrik huffed at being ignored. Of course Gaz caught onto it quickly, popping a squat and giving the little guy a fist bump.

When he stood back up, he fixed a look at you. "What are you doing here? Isn't it your day off?"

Soap nodded in agreement, head cocked to the side.

"Yeah, but Price said he needed something urgent? Was supposed to be a spa day, but the babysitter broke her clavicle and I couldn't find anyone to take the little ones... Figured day was ruined already so I might as well not pretend I couldn't read the captain's messages."

Soap and Gaz were gentlemanly enough to walk with your little family, Gaz taking Clara from you as she slowly nodded off, drooling on his shoulder, and Henrik happily stomping along hand in hand with Soap. The two of them found their rhythm for stomping and you couldn't find it in yourself to be annoyed by it.

"Didnae realize ye had kids," Soap offered. "Where's their da?"

You laughed. "Donor bio dad, just me and the kids. I have a close friend of mine who always wanted to be a dad himself, we co-parent."

Soap shook his head as if clearing some thought bubble away from his mind's eye. "Where is he today then?"

"Honeymoon with his new husband for the weekend, goodness knows where. Lucky bastards."

Gaz hummed, his free arm pulling the door to the main building open.

Soap let go of Henrik, his smile apologetic. "This is where I leave ye, good man. Take care of yer ma for me, aye? We love her too much."

Henrik plastered himself to your side as soon as Soap disappeared behind the closing door. Gaz's boots made the most noise against the hard concrete floors, but only for a moment.

"Mor... where's the Ghost? You told me the Ghost was here." He was putting on his brave voice, you could easily tell. Of course he'd ask about work child number three. Henrik poked his head forward, getting Gaz's attention. "Mor's a liar, isn't she?"

"Hen!" You gasped out, the same second Gaz broke out into a fit of laughter.

"He's out right now, but you better watch out.... if he catches you not eating your vegetables that's when he...... GETS YOU!" Gaz reached an arm behind you and tickled at Henrick's side, making him shriek out in laughter.

The outburst woke up Clara, who started to cry because she was too upset about being woken up so suddenly.

"Oh, oh little one I'm so sorry," Gaz looked like he actually felt bad, putting the crying toddler down on her own two feet so she could stumble ahead of the group, trying to escape whatever it was upsetting her.

Of course you couldn't have that. "Clara, hey! Get back here!"

Somehow, the little thing made a beeline for Price's office, the door slightly ajar and allowing her entrance without a fight. You could hear her waddling stomps and a surprised noise from Price echo from his office, and could feel the mortification overwhelming your very soul.

Gaz took the moment to take his exit stage left, goodbye work child number two.

When you swung the door open, full of parental wrath ready to be unleashed, you were astounded by the sight before you. Price and Clara were giggling together, her sat on his desk and tugging at his beard. Henrik wrestled himself out of your grasp and ran up, feeling left out and demanding he be let in. Price only smiled good naturedly and pulled the boy up to sit next to his sister, winking at him before turning his attention to you.

"These are yours, I take it?" He blew a raspberry and Clara retracted her hand with squealing delight, and Henrik let out a sound of victory at his sister's loss.

"Captain, jeez, I'm so sorry. My car isn't turning on, the sitter canceled last minute, it was this mess or not come at all. The guards out front said it'd be fine--"

"Of course it's fine! I have some paperwork I need you to take a look at... Of course you understand that if it could have waited it would have...oh, hello, what is your name?" It was like your captain had disappeared entirely- just left a sweet middle aged man hunched over so a young boy could run his fingers gracelessly along his wrinkles.

"I'm Henrik. Mor calls me Hen. I hate it."

You held back your retort of, 'exactly why I call you that' while Price let out a big belly laugh. Henrik leaned forward with a scrutinizing eye, something that could have been intimidating if not coming from a child.

"Are you Santa Claus? Be honest. Mor says liars-"

"Fibbers, Hen," You cut in.

"Oh- yeah- Fibbers are bad people. Are you Santa Claus?"

Price only cocked his head to the side, his mustache bristling with his barely contained grin. "Does Santa have a white beard? Or a brown one?"

You scooted closer as you watched your son screw his face into one of concentration, trying to decide his answer. "Mmmm..... White!"

"What color is my beard then?"

Clara piped up, finally. "BWOWN!!"

Price pretended to startle, and laughed jovially at the sound of your daughter's voice. The entire interaction warmed your heart, watching with a smile on your face as Price nodded finally.

"There we go. Means I'm not Santa, don't you think?"

The two children exchanged a look and finally Henrik gave a little nod, his sister following suit likely just to copy her brother. The two suddenly broke out into giggles and leaned on each other, and Price looked back at you again. The warmth that saturated his eyes had your breath catching in your throat for a moment, before you suddenly caught on that Price had said something to you.

"--I left the files on your desk, I can watch the little ones if you'd like. Might make the paperwork go faster if you aren't splitting your attention."

"Do you know any fairy tales?" Henrik asked over Price's offer to you.

"I must know one or two after all these years, shouldn't I? Hmm. Would you like to hear of the princess who couldn't sleep? Or maybe the one that slept too much..." He winked at you, and made a little motion to shoo you from his office.

His voice faded out as you shut the office door behind yourself, and made your way to your office. Price hadn't been kidding, the stack was a lot bigger and more important than even he had lead you to believe- likely because he had been calling your civilian phone and couldn't trust the integrity of the lines. Well, it had to get done sooner than later. You resigned yourself to your squeaky office chair and set to work. The sooner you finished the sooner you got to get home.

When you finished you looked at the clock and felt terrible. You'd left your poor captain alone with your monster duo of children for nearly two hours. Even the strongest soldiers couldn't handle Henrik's endless tirade of questions or Clara's decibel of a speaking voice.

You rushed back to Price's office with the stack of paperwork and files in your arms, only to find your two kids soundly asleep. They were still sat upon Price's desk, but were face first in his shoulders. He was focused on his phone, his arms wrapped around the kids to keep them from falling as he squinted at the blue screen, but looked up when you came in.

"Hi," You whispered. "All done, captain. Can't thank you enough."

A puff of hair came out his nose, a soundless laugh. "It does me good to be around kids. Really reminds me what we do this kind of work for. To make the world a little cleaner for little ones like yours. They behaved themselves, they are wonderful kids, love. You're doing a good job."

You bit your tongue. You certainly wouldn't cry in front of your captain for saying something that hit you so squarely in the heart.

"Thank you, sir."

"John."

"...John." You smiled, ignored how domestic it was to be whispering with your boss while your children rested on him, their little heads rising in time with Price- John's slow, steady breaths.

"I'm nearly finished for the day. Why don't we let them sleep a little longer, and I'll drive you all home, we can catch some dinner on the way." He paused, and you swore you could see him blush a little. "If that's alright. I could also just drive you straight home-"

"John. Dinner sounds nice. How do you feel about Italian? Hen is on a pasta fix right now."

John smiled, his mustache bristling slightly. "Pasta sounds perfect."

[locking-the-tomb]

Third Read Notes & Soundtrack

I wallowed for about 14 hours after finishing my Nona reread and decided to start over again and write myself some summaries during The Wait.

Gideon the Ninth Chapter 1

In which we learn Gideon is a goob but we love her.

Gideon is escaping. She stole a security cuff key but left the cuff on until the morning of. She's taking her sword, her "shoes" - later called steel toed boots- , and her smut mags. Her clothes are all synthetics. She has enough hair to brush. She knows about chocolates and fancy hotels, somehow ... from mags? From Wake/mom's niche is 22 flights of stairs up to the landing field, which is still at the bottom of a deep tunnel. There are lamps on but they're low. She's kicking apart lumps of "rubble" but that's not further described. She eats porridge from a plastic bag then throws the bag over a rail somewhere. There's a balcony area. Skeletons with red eyes go to pick snow leeks.

There are white castle doors at the bottom, "three bodies wide and six bodies tall". She talks about the figures carved into the area above the doors and remembers screaming as a kid about them creeping her out. I wonder what they are, maybe related to the killed generation? How much trauma from a two year old survivor of all the kids dying?

Muster call (20 Bells) calls back the skeletons.

That's when the Marshall/Crux stomps in to accuse her. Gideon says, "say my shuttle exploded, I died and it was such a shame". 😳 (Crux thinks great idea, will do) Introduces Frontline Titties of the Fifth. He calls her chattel. He wears a big knife over a shoulder.

He gives an impressive number of threats. Gideon wasn't bothered by Crux's threats. But then he invoked Harrow and her "palms prickled". He leaves and Aiglamene enters. Gideon says she's tried to enlist 33 times. Aiglamene has a badly repaired missing leg and a scarred face.

Gideon lists what's happened when she's tried to leave before: jammed in lift, turned off heat frostbite in three toes, poisoned. She clarifies that she's indentured not a slave and claims she's not of fiscal use there. She says she will "you can quote me 'do my duty to the ninth' ". Gideon goes on a rant about "your lady" with a host of great insults, then gets slapped.

"Nobody had ever loved her in the ninth". Aiglamene was the reason she got to have a sword and training. "I'm naturally demeaning". Aiglamene walks away and Gideon falters a bit but sticks.

"Nav was a Niner name". Mentions the prison as a bubble halfway up in the atmosphere. At the end of the chapter we get the limited story of day-old Gideon being in a bio container plugged into the suit of a braindead woman who had fallen in a suit down the shaft 18 years ago. None of the Ninth necromancers could get her ghost to do more than scream Gideon three times then she fled.

"They chipped her, surnamed her, and put her in the nursery". I don't think they mention the chips again, interesting. She was kid #201. Where did the kids come from? Had they been harvesting gametes and growing them? Because the "old" people going into the doors were heavily outnumbered by skeletons. Then two years later it was just her, Harrow (who still hasn't been directly introduced as other then Lady), and Ortus. By 10 she "knew too much and that she could never be allowed to go". Of course. Because that's when Harrow had opened the tomb and her parents had died. She had started trying to escape when she was 4.

Thoughts. What's up with all the plastic? Isn't plastic from petroleum? How would Pluto have petroleum?

[princess-of-the-corner]

I saw the "Gabriel being more sympathetic" post and you know. You're 100% right on there being more sympathy if we saw the before. Saw the impact. Or even just as helpful if he struggled more in the show about it. Even if it was the insane kind of struggling where he goes on some rant of making it so Emilie comes back to everything being "perfect" (Adrien in a relationship with a secured future, shared interests, etc.) Just even a bit of some twisted logic that we see him struggle with when seeing Adrien happy about something outside of this perfect bubble thoughts he had. Or also. Ya know. more scenes like them playing the piano together, watching a movie (having made it into a habit) Just there are so many ways to have given him this more sympathetic tone without needing to show a before. Bonus points if Adrien says a line of "It's like when mom was around!" Man I send long asks.

Yeah it's.

Honestly I mentioned it in the original post but it's one of the reasons that both 'Gabriel being a sympathetic villain' and the Sentikids plot..... doesn't work.

It'd be one thing if the Sentikids were just made because a few rich couples wanted kids but couldn't be bothered to adopt they wanted bio kids and used Magic to do it.

But

If Gabriel was a good person before Emilie went fucky

1.) Why was it planned for Adrien and Kagami to eventually hook up regardless of their wants? Gabriel and Tomoe already have a solid business relationship and don't get anything out of the arranged marriage, Tomoe already got Kagami out of the deal in the first place so why want more? What is it they want out of this at all?

2.) Half the time, Gabriel and Tomoe refer to some larger 'plan' in the works. If it's not forcing their kids to hook up, then what is this? It surely doesn't sound innocent.

3.) Why didn't Gabriel warn Colt about what would happen if he used the Peacock? Why was it so necessary for Felix to exist that he didn't warn Colt about the consequences?

There's probably more but it's 2:26 am and I haven't gotten any sleep in the last few days.

[loonaticskr]

Loonatics KR Bios - Rage Shards

Art created by DarthCraftus and character written created by @kervinfire

Disclaimer: This character will soon be updated for the fic. I'd like you to please do not use or draw this OC without permission from me.

Name:  Rage Shards

Real Name (optional): Rage Heaven Shards

Age: 28

Nationality: American

Race: Wolfdog

Relatives: Agressi Shards (Father) Angel Calmina Shards (Mother)

Personality: Aggressive, Tough, Calm, peaceful, Nice, Angry (when betrayed or altered deal if he disagreed), mostly a Lone wolf (literal and metaphorical), Lunatic/Loonatic (during combat)

Powers/Skills:

Loonatic Fringe:  When the meteor hit Acmetroplis. Rage possesses dark shadow aura powers and weapon summoning. When he has his powers, he creates a fighting style and superpower called " Loonatic Fringe " meaning he can fight with dark magic, summon weapons, and fight with environmental weapons. He can also grab environmental weapons and can summon and un-summon like a magic inventory.

Trash Fighting: Since he is no longer part of the security Rage changes his fighting style that is dirtier and more illegal. He uses eye pokes, foot stomps, hand rakes, throat punches, chokes, and dust throws and his favorite are low blows either by his feet, fists, or objects. The best favorite object to low blow is that he uses claw thongs that are used to cook hot dogs.

Spargle Sparge: When he drinks a full can of Spargle if the enemy is tough, it gives more energy, and toughness and deals with the double damage. Sometimes he drinks 2 cans and both drinking at the same time gave 4x times the damage, toughness and energy. Depending on how many cans he drinks he can go Spargle Sparge a side effect that is fused with the Loonatic Fringe combining his dark shadow aura into a bright green light aura with fizz bubbles making him crazier, insane more of a loonatic (lunatic) who begs for a fight against his enemies.

Improvised Crafting: During his school days he learned improvised crafting with a little bit of science and arts and crafts that he learned. He uses his skills to prank other students who bullied and messed with him. However, his crafting and science skills is limited. Thanks to his Loonatic Fringe Ability he can try to hand craft weapons like using a metal pole by turning it into a spear from a sharp glass.

Appearance: Rage’s has yellow fur, natural red-orange eyes and a physique of a normal grown man.

Outfits:

Street Brawler/Current Attire - He wears the street wear clothing with a grey leather long sleeved hoodie that is open zippered and unhooded with a black graffiti lettering RS (similar Dean Ambrose Logo font of DA) in a back part of the jacket with a black long sleeve shirt under his jacket that also says RS , grey jeans and white and gray soccer shoes enhance with steel spikes under.

Powers/Skills:

Loonatic Fringe:  When the meteor hit Acmetroplis. Rage possesses dark shadow aura powers and weapon summoning. When he has his powers, he created a fighting style and superpower called " Loonatic Fringe " meaning he can fight with both dark magic, summon weapons, and fights with environmental weapons. He can also grab environmental weapons and can summon and un summons like a magic inventory.

Trash Fighting: Since he is no longer part of the security Rage changes his fighting style that is dirtier and more illegal. He uses eye pokes, feet stomps, hand rakes, throat punches, chokes, dust throws and his favorite are low blows either by his feet, fists and objects. Best favorite object to low blow is that he uses claw thongs that use to cook hot dogs.

Spargle Sparge: When he drinks a full can of Spargle if the enemy is tough, it gave more energy, toughness and deals with the double damage. Sometimes he drinks 2 cans and both drinking at the same time it gave 4x times the damage, toughness and energy. Depending on how many cans he drinks he can go Spargle Sparge a side effect that is fused with the Loonatic Fringe combining his dark shadow aura into bright green light aura with fizz bubbles making him crazier, insane more of a loonatic (lunatic) who begs for a fight against his enemies.

Improvised Crafting: During his school days he learned improvised crafting with a little bit of science and arts and crafts that he learned. He uses his skills to prank other students who bullied and messed with him. However, his crafting and science skills is limited. Thanks to his Loonatic Fringe Ability he can try to hand craft weapons like using a metal pole by turning it into a spear from a sharp glass.

Weapons:

Environmental Objects: Rage's weapons rely on improvised, survival-like, and environment-like weapons like trash cans, bottles, traffic cones, traffic signs, and others. He even makes crafted weapons to make things better like a kendo stick added with barbed wires.

Spargle (power-up drink): An illegal caffeinated energy drink which is made and discontinued more than 700 years ago and is now remade into a power item by a motel neighbor chemist and food scientist after Rage completed a job to get the secret Spargle recipe but contains side effects.

Other info:

Rage was named by his father because his father used to be in a metal rock band called “Rage Asylum”

His favorite music is Metal Rock and Calming Music. He loves his father’s music for metal while Calm music is her mother’s favorite which is also his favorite.

His favorite food is Biscuit Brisket Sandwiches which is a biscuit bread inside a BBQ brisket. He buys and eats a box 6 sandwiches whether he is on a bad day, cheat day, watching a movie or series, or has a strong craving for those sandwiches

His favorite beverage is energy drinks. Spargle is his new favorite

He likes to watch wholesome and kid-friendly cartoons depending on his tastes to calm his anger

Rage starts to have friends when he first tries to join a superior kendo team in high school but gets bullied and pranked which makes him who he is. He felt like killing but preferred pranking them so that he succeeded. Students stayed away from him and Rage now only focused on his studies but not making friends until he made one friend who was also a security guard

Even though he has the Loonatic Fringe he has no interest of joining the Loonatics but interestingly willing to challenge them or team up for money.

Rage graduated from college before he became an ACME Security guards

Rage would do anything for money or more than money. If someone won’t pay him after the deed is done, he would definitely strike revenge to the person.

Trivia:

Rage's fighting style and superpowers are inspired by Back Alley Brawler and Lunatic Fringe Dean Ambrose from WWE Immortals and Kiryu’s Beast fighting style from Yakuza

The appearance of his clothing style was also inspired by Street Brawler Dean Ambrose from WWE Immortals

He is also inspired by Dean Ambrose before he became Jon Moxley in AEW

His original story was intended to have a bad school life. However, Cane Lupo has this story.

[heaven-s-black-box]

Notes- Modern Star Wars pt.1

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Recovery date: August 15th, 2022

Description: N/a

Notes: N/a

Parts: 1 2 3 4

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- the jedi all go to the same temple, in this au the jedi religion is no different then being Jewish, Muslim, Christian, ect.

- Caleb and Cal are neighbors, they've been besties since kindergarten (I refuse to separate these two, they are now a pair)

- Caleb's nickname is Kanan

- masters= parents (adopted or bio, a few exception cases like Ahsoka and Ani, Obi wan and Ani, ect.)

- obi wan is qui gon's bio kid, Anakin was adopted

-Ahsoka is adopted by plo koon

- while I would love to include all clones, last time I tried that I fried my modern AU, so here's a more edited list with my faves

- Jango had Boba and Omega

- Rex and Cody are brothers, they're boba and omega's cousins

- the bad batch(quintuplets) + domino twins are brothers and are boba and omega's first cousin once removed (so Jango's aunt/uncle's kids)

- pretty much everyone in the fett family joins the military to some degree

-Bd-1 is Cal's small dog, C3P0 is a golden retriever (or possibly a service dog for Ani due to childhood trauma) and R2 is a cat (maybe a tuxedo), Chewwie is one of those big super fluffy dogs, Chopper is a ginger cat, and Jar Jar is Padme's overly excitable yippy dog (couldn't decide on a breed)

- Hera and Kanan eventually adopt a wolf dog they name Dume, Chopper hates sharing attention

- Kanan adopts Ezra

- Sabine is related to Bo-Katan and Satine (somehow, I know she's the same clan so extended family!)

- After meeting clan Wren (I am writing this as I watch Rebels) I have decided Ursa was Satine and Bo-Katan's adpoted first cousin once removed

- Hera is totally Airforce, like I feel like that's the closest to her role in rebels, her and Kanan met in highschool

- their song, which later became their first dance at their wedding, is "Ain't no mountain high enough"

- Zeb is another friend of theirs from highschool, he was a year or two younger

- Zeb is a security guard, Ezra is an animal conservationist (see him and Loth wolves), his parents had a radio show where they talked about endangered species

- Kanan is a firefighter (because irony) and Cal is an elementary school teacher who is in charge of his school's fencing club

- in this au Kanan's injury comes from a job, once he's blinded he joins Ezra in his work

- Cere is a highschool music teacher, Merin is a history teacher who also has an elective cultures course, and Greez is a freelance pilot who's business is definitely totally 100% legal(/s aka he takes some shady jobs)

- Cere and Greez are neighbors, Merin works at the same school as Cere, and she meets Cal through her

- Din obviously adopts Grogu at some point, and Luke volunteers at the temple's Sunday school which is where he meets them(???)

- I feel like Luke would own a martial arts school, Leia becomes a politician like her mum, Anakin would be a robotics engineer

- Satine is prime Minister of Mandalore, Bo- Katan is either military or lawyer (she strikes me as the lawyer type), Sabine was going to join the military but ended up pursuing an artistic career, Korki wants to go into politics like his aunt

- Mandalore works like the u.s where it's a bunch of small countries a trench coat, except they're more functional... mostly

- Obi wan is either a social worker (helping other kids like Anakin) or some kind of diplomat, he only became a diplomat cause he took a few classes to spend more time with a cute international student *cough* Satine *cough* and found he was good at diplomacy

- Plo Koon and Ahsoka are body guards/ security, Plo has his own company, Ahsoka started as being in charge of marketing (I consulted my mom for Ahsoka's job and she suggested marketing because she's so bubbly)

[pjunicornart]

Bubblegum Lewis

The final one of Rosey's Scouts is here! And this one is the most chaotic.

Bio: Bubblegum is the most chaotic of the Scouts. He's constantly moving from AU to AU, playing harmless little pranks or putting on a little show for anyone around to see. Because he loves being the center of attention and having eyes on him. Of course, sometimes he goes over board with his behavior. That's what therapy is for! Much like his brother Candy, he too is obsessed with an odd body part. He's obsessed with teeth.

Basic Info Nicknames: BB, Gummy, Robot, Toothy Age: 19 Height: 5'5" Gender Identity: Cisgender (male, he/him) Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Medical Issues: Histrionic Personality Disorder (HPD) [getting treatment], Mild Nearsightedness, Astigmatism Can't Leave the House Without: Satchel, Mimic Teeth, Gum, Back-up glasses, Phone, Microphone

Relationships Rosey - Mother, good Cupcake - Sibling, really good Studio - Sibling, likes to annoy them Candy - Sibling, they are the chaos gremlins Rainbow - Sibling, teases him Pajama - Sibling, never knows when to dial it back

Powers Mimic Teeth - These are teeth he formed from interacting with things and people from all across the multiverses. When he holds one of these colorful teeth, he sounds just like the thing it formed from. As long as he's holding it, he can fool anyone. Sing Along - Bubblegum can put people in a trance by singing a few simple special notes. After hearing this, enemies are stuck under his command. He can make them sing and sway to a song he creates - or make them attack other enemies. All from using a microphone. Gummy Bubbles - He can chew a special type of bubblegum which floats and targets enemies to encase in a bubble of gum. Gummy Traps - That special bubblegum can also be used to trap enemies. All he has to do is fling it onto the ground and let it work it's magic. Screech - Since his voice is rather unique, he can perform an ungodly, computer sounding screech with ease. This knocks enemies back or stuns them. Loose Tooth - This is how Bubblegum forms those Mimic Teeth. All he has to do is attentively listen to sound of someone or something, then one of his teeth falls out. Now he has a new pranking tool. Don't worry, his teeth grow back seconds after.

Miscellaneous Little Facts - Bubblegum is the only one in his family that loves soda. - He was inspired by the song "SWEETSWEETSWEETLIKEBUBBLEGUM" by Six Impala. - He sounds like a vocaloid when he talks and sings, twangs and all. That's why his voice is "unique". - A good frame of reference for what he'd possibly sound like is the vocals for "EEEAAAOOO" by Patricia Taxxon. - His wardrobe mainly consists of tight or revealing clothes. - Bubblegum and Candy enjoy being mild menaces to many societies together. - Yes, that's his natural hair color. - He hates vegetables. He tolerates them if they're fried. - Bubblegum is very secure with his looks. You will never hear him complain about his body. - He's almost never seen not chewing gum. - Bubblegum had a problem with bed wetting until he was twelve, which his siblings never let him live down. - They also never let him live down the fact that he's a massive klutz when he's just loafing around the house. - His ultimate comfort food is tater tots. - He does not currently have a crush on anyone, but he wants a boyfriend. - He loves a nice spa day. - Bubblegum doesn't have one specific multiverse that he likes to visit a lot.

And with that, all of the Scouts have been introduced! (JK, there's still more, lol.) If this is the first one you've seen, check out Bubblegum's siblings and mom! Candy... Studio... Cupcake... Rainbow... Pajama... Rosey...

[lemonylepid]

How to cook a Makuta fish!

Recipe by Toa Lakai! (thas me :))

You will need:

A fresh Makuta fish, preferably pudgy with filtered energy. (you can tell by how far apart the ribbing in the krom is.)

1 Dulo fruit

3 heaps of Rendered protodermis

2 pinches salt

1 pinch of dried tubna pepper seeds, ground

Step one: prepare your grill! In a large fire pit, about half a bio in diameter, gather some heavy logs or beachside palm bark, and maybe some imported woodchips from the mainland of your choosing. Light it up until it's a roaring fire. Do this about an hour prior, maybe roast some things over it as appetizers, it's your choice! Once it's broken down into nice hot coals, set up that cooking grill pretty securely over the heat. While it's coming to temperature move on to step two.

Step two: crack apart the Makuta fish shell by sliding your fingers between the krom and the shell itself. It should give. Splay it out like a butterfly, presenting the fleshy krom. Gently pull it away, almost rolling it from the spine. Once it's free you can discard the shell, and you'll have a lovely fish steak. Coat the entire steak in salt and pepper. If you want you can do this an hour before, and it will draw out the moisture and dry brine it.

Step three: Put the rendered protodermis in a bowl a bit away from the fire, letting it gently melt. Add pepper and some dulo fruit zest, and mix it thoroughly until it's a swirly whipped silver. This will be a lovely zesty basting butter.

Step four: Split the dulo into 6 wedges, letting them rest in the open air to bring out the sweetness. Flipping them while you're cooking the fish is recommended but not necessary.

Step 5: Carefully lay the steak on the grill away from you, and make sure it's sizzling. The blue should turn a shiny white, and once the white makes it to the median of the steak, give it a flip. There should be almost copper colored grill marks, and it should be dripping with it's own rendered protodermis, flaring the coals up just a bit. With a spoon or ladle, lightly baste the whipped butter on the white side. It should bubble and pop, and smell amazing!! The fibers in the krom should be opening up as well, soaking up the lovely butter. As soon as the whole steak is white, flip it again and keep basting. At this point continue flipping and basting until it's a beautiful silver and copper.

Step 6: plate the steak and let it rest for 5 minutes. Afterwards, slice it up and squeeze the sweet and tart dulo wedges over it. Each bite should look a deep blue in the middle, with a white edge, and a strong silver crust.

By the end it should be soft, delicious, and meaty. Almost falling apart. For humans, it's probably similar to earth fish with lemon, but a single steak could probably be shared between two matoran, and we don't have to worry about skin or scales.

For those who are confused our Matoran Universe was developed after Mata Nui, and the Great Beings actually implemented a lot more muscle based on Tren Krom. It holds a lot of functions but the main one especially in rahi, is energy and protodermis storage. Almost like fat and juice in earth meats. Matoran and other species can actually eat this stuff! And it's really good! Eat your heart out Mata Nui inhabitants. Oh wait, you can't. You guys just absorb energy like NERDS.

Anyway enjoy your fish steaks :)

[dennisekwerefarmsblog]

Why do most poultry farmers fail in their projects:

Poultry farming is a science that needs many role players as well as many different management procedures, which forms the parts of a successful poultry enterprise. If the role players or management procedures are not correct the poultry farmer is bound to fail.

Due to the increasing demand of chickens and eggs and also quest for self employment, many people are interested in turning their career to the poultry farming with mixed results. Some have succeeded while due to the poor planning, others become failed. They become failed due to their failure to the plan.

Below are some of the major reasons why poultry farming projects in Ethiopia fail.

1.Insufficient knowledge (lack of know-how):

Most rush to farming after seeing their neighbors harvests. They don’t take their time to learn about market dynamics and demand and supply curve.

2.Lack of persistence:

Most want instant gratification.They want to be millionaires overnight.They don’t want to face disease challenge or market challenge. All they want is more and more profits. I am sorry to burst your bubble but farming doesn’t work that way.You’ve to toil and sweat. Nothing comes easily.

3.High cost of feeds and poultry equipment:

This has been a pain in the neck. In Ethiopia this has been the farmer’s undoing. Cost of production has gone over the roof in recent times due to this. I always advise farmers to use creativity and improvise these things e.g buckets in place of drinkers and feeders.

4.Lack of market for their goods:

This is demoralizing at the same time heart breaking.

5.Lack of professionals:

Farmers have to make do with trial and error .Due to this they are left at limbo not able to fight challenges e.g diseases and they really lose a lot.

6.Disease outbreaks:

A very serious problems due to insufficient knowledge on disease managenent.Most farmers don’t follow strict vaccination programmes and bio security therefore the birds end up dying en masse.

7.Middle-men and brokers:

These are double-edged swords. Some are good while others are outright evil. Some can be farmer’s worst nightmare as they can take the lion’s share of the product due to the knowledge of the market.They promise you heaven and give you hell.

8. Wrongly advised farmers:

I once encountered a new farmer who was advised by a fellow farmer to give her pullets sow and weaner meal inorder to start laying early. The birds matured but even at 7 months none had started laying. Please farmers jealousy and envy is bad for business. If you don’t want to consult a professional you will end up with serious losses.

[unimailgyan]

Aadhya Anand: A Bright Future in the Entertainment Industry

Aadhya Anand is an emerging talent in the Indian entertainment industry. With a combination of natural acting ability, charm, and dedication, she has quickly garnered attention for her roles in both film and television. As a young actress, Aadhya is already carving out a space for herself, and her future in the industry looks incredibly promising. In this article, we will explore Aadhya Anand's early life, career achievements, and what makes her stand out in a competitive field.

Early Life and Background

Aadhya Anand was born and raised in India, where she developed an interest in acting at a very young age. Her passion for the craft led her to pursue acting as a career, and her family has always been supportive of her ambitions. Growing up, she was actively involved in various extracurricular activities such as drama, dance, and theater, all of which helped nurture her acting skills. Her love for the arts and her dedication to perfecting her craft laid the foundation for her eventual success in the entertainment industry.

Aadhya’s early exposure to the world of acting and performing arts gave her a strong platform to build her career. She pursued acting training and honed her skills through workshops and on-stage performances. This preparation, combined with her natural talent, allowed her to step into the spotlight with confidence and poise.

Career Beginnings and Breakthrough

Aadhya Anand made her acting debut at a young age and quickly caught the attention of audiences and industry professionals. Her breakthrough came when she was cast in a popular television series or film where her performance stood out for its maturity and depth, especially considering her age. She demonstrated a remarkable ability to portray a wide range of emotions, from vulnerability to strength, which endeared her to viewers.

What sets Aadhya apart from many of her peers is her versatility. She is not afraid to take on challenging roles, which has allowed her to showcase her diverse range as an actress. Whether playing a bubbly, lighthearted character or someone with more complex emotions, Aadhya brings authenticity and believability to every role she portrays. This has helped her establish a loyal fanbase and secure more opportunities in both film and television.

Acting Style and Strengths

One of Aadhya Anand's key strengths is her ability to connect with the audience. She possesses an innate understanding of character development and consistently brings her roles to life. Her expressions, body language, and delivery make her performances memorable, even in brief appearances. Aadhya’s performances often exhibit a level of maturity that is rare for an actress of her age, further proving her skill and potential.

Moreover, Aadhya has a unique screen presence that captures the audience’s attention. Whether in dramatic scenes or lighter moments, she has the ability to command the screen and draw viewers in. Her natural ease in front of the camera, combined with her ability to adapt to various genres, makes her a standout in a highly competitive industry.

Future Prospects

Aadhya Anand's career is still in its early stages, but she has already established herself as one of the most promising young talents in the entertainment industry. With a strong foundation, a versatile acting style, and a growing fan following, Aadhya is poised for even greater success in the coming years. As she continues to take on challenging and diverse roles, her potential as an actress is undeniable.

In conclusion, Aadhya Anand is a rising star with the talent, dedication, and charisma to make a lasting impact on the entertainment industry. As she continues to grow and evolve in her career, it will be exciting to see what new heights she can reach in the years to come.

[shirpsbiomaterialworld]

Red Reishi Lantern/Hanging Lamp

For my final project I decided to delve into mycelium as a material. This was my first time growing mushrooms outside of the farm, so the process I am used to when cultivating mushrooms shifted to a different challenge. I have been wanting to make lamps from biomaterials for quite some time since working with them for lifestyle things such as clothing and art. The addition of light to the biomaterial highlights its beauty and uniqueness. Mushrooms are such an interesting collaborator as well, as mycelium can grow into any shape and stay very strong. Red reishi was decided upon as it is known to inoculate with haste. Also, I was excited to see if the mushrooms would fruit, as the coloring and texture of red reishi would be cool to see on a lamp. To sum up my experience, nothing with biomaterials is perfect or in this case completely controllable. I had areas grow green, mycelium matted along the edges of the sheet pans, my humidifier broke once then flooded the tent another time, it was a learning experience all in all. I ended up with 9 good sheet pans, the bowls unfortunately did not colonize the substrate enough and grew mold, so those had to be tossed. With the remaining pans, after baking the moisture out and killing anything else alive (ethical?) I was able to pick out the pieces the mycelium took over the most and create my hanging lamp.  

The entire process took 1 month. I began inoculating bags of sterilized corn with red reishi mycelium, then let that rest in the grow tent with high humidity and warm temperatures and saw growth within 2 days. The following two weeks the mycelium spread over the corn making its way throughout the bag. Once mycelial fluff appeared and the bags were fully white, I transferred that into a big tub and mixed up the mycelium corn chunks with coco coir and hydrated soil. This mixture went into sheet pans and bowls to see what would give the best result. This was important to try different forms, as I found the mycelium did end up liking the flat sheet pan environment over the bowls. Other things I can consider is if containers had too much air flow/not enough, too dry, or just contamination. Not everything grew, but some pans grew a lot and super fast. The process itself was incredible to witness. Being the collaborator to the mushroom, it felt special to see it expand and come to life, yet makes me interested in bioethics and what it means to “kill” or even objectify it. The appreciation of the fibers and the beauty of its nature was something I was trying to lean into through my process. I couldn’t decide how its final form would look exactly, I had an idea in mind and did my best to see this idea through. Having any physical object from this surprised me, as the sheet pans did not grow as thick as I needed them to be, leading me to have concerns on the final product. 

Leaning into the collaborative nature of the bio world, I encased the mycelium in a biogel made from gelatin. I did this because I had found it to dry and “glue” things together well. The biogel also forms bubbles, which I liked adding to the aesthetic of the design. I followed the bubbly gel along the gaps making a webby pattern that reminded me of the spread of mycelium. This process of lamp construction took a lot of time, as I had to build some internal structures with aluminum and use weights to dry each side of the shade. The next challenge was how to hang the lamp. I ended up taking a lamp and harvesting the cord from it. I took the light fixture and screwed it in with a bulb just to test it. I decided to use a led bluetooth light bulb to get colors and effects to light up the mycelium. The light comes through the cracks in the mycelium and from the bottom. To secure the fixture, I poured more bio gel on top of the shape and fixture to connect them. Overall doing this project again I would strongly consider using a grow it yourself mix (from grow bio) as the substrates are accurately prepared for mold making specifically. I would also make even more iterations with more negative and positive space play/balance. However this lamp is a very cool first prototype to hopefully a lamp series once I get better results.

[veloursamour]

So you can find a brief summary of Phoenix below and alternatively, if you'd like to view his full bio, you can just go ahead too! Please feel free to hmu anytime on Discord to plot 💗

Phoenix has moved around a bit throughout his life from Sydney, Bordeaux, London, Paris and now he's in New York ( to create trouble ) to find new inspiration and make new memories in his life. He started his modeling career in 2019 and then he naturally found his way to the music scene as a DJ and eventually becoming a producer too. He's a bit of a yapper in all good and bad ways, uses humor to cope with his feelings, very bubbly and generally just tries to get along with everyone. He's also very affectionate, kind and hardworking. He's also assertive and won't hesitate to speak up, and he can be a bit provocative in a sense where he can say or do some things to rile others up just for fun. He's also very stubborn and will do whatever it takes to achieve the goal he has set in his mind, and really doesn't give a damn what anyone says.

✯ POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS ✯

fellow model friends / rivals

fans of his music as Nyx Rose

friends who support his DJ sets at clubs

collaborators he can make hits with

childhood friends / family friends from Sydney, Bordeaux, London, Paris whom he can reunite with and get acquainted all over again

neighbours in brooklyn heights

older sibling figures

frenemies

best friends

friends with benefits

✯ WANTED CONNECTIONS ✯

best friend / manager ( any male fc, 25 - 29 years old ) what’s better than one? it’s double the trouble! these best friends met back in london during their teenage years and even though they both naturally found their own careers, they still found a way to keep themselves connected after a while. after phoenix’s second manager quit in a rage, they offered to learn the ins and outs of the industry and filed to be phoenix’s manager, providing him with understanding, patience and security. no one could really handle phoenix well except for his very own best friend. when they’re not focusing on their side job as a (insert whatever occupation your muse dabbles in too), they’re always up for some adventures and shenanigans with phoenix, putting the leisure in what could have been strictly business.

foe yay ( any male fc, 25 - 29 years old ) they both got off at a bad start and then everything else just seems to come off even more wrong after that. for some reason, they just cannot stand each other and their snarky exchanges create a lot of tension but despite that, they find themselves at the same occasions and in mutual company. little did they know, their silly hatred is very slowly turning into something they would not have expected... like attraction!

[jacscorner]

The next of my main OCs; Jamie-Lynn Fox, but everyone calls her 'Jam'.

Name: Jamie-Lynn "Jam" Fox

Age: 23

Ethnicity: African-American/Caribbean Descent

Hair/Eye Color: Black/Dark-Green

Personality: Jam seems to have two moods; aloof and nonchalant and hot blooded and crabby. Normally, Jam is actually rather calm and cool-headed (especially when in her element), but she has a very short fuse and it doesn't take much to set her off. Aside of Jam that is often not shown, however, is her deep-rooted insecurities that bubble up when she doesn't have a jacket on - or anything that covers most of her upper body (more specifically, the scars on her upper back).

Bio: Growing up with Jango as his half-sister, the two grew up to be rather close. She was much more shy and nervous as a child. It didn't help that she spent a good few years of her early childhood being kowtowed by her mother, Jennifer Fox (now Wheeler post the divorce). Her abuse was done privately and behind closed doors, but when it was brought to the light with the intervention of her half-brother, it was the first step to Jamie-Lynn's metamorphosis into the tough and tumble tomboy.

When she grew up, she's eventually grow close to her father's brother, Roger Fox, who introduced Jam to her love for cars, motorcycles, and grease. She spent every summer she could working in his garage and he even took her on as an apprentice. After college and hearing the news of her uncle's passing, she was included in his will and she inherited his mechanic shop.

Occupation: Mechanic

Fun Facts

1. She has a collection of leather jackets. She never goes anywhere without at least one. They act as a security blanket for her.

2. While her brother is a boxing enthusiast, Jam has been a wrestling fan for a long time and has crafted multiple masked sonas.

3. She prefers to be called 'Jam'. She only likes to be called by her full name in a professional setting - and even then, it's more like a tolerance. There are very few people she feels comfortable with being called by her full name.