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mischievoushiddleston · 6 months ago

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I Miss You (Chenford)

Warnings: Smut, Rough Sex, Oral Sex (Male& Female)

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'I miss you...' Lucy typed slowly into the text field of her smartphone. Her fingers lingered hesitantly over the keyboard as she stared at the words. A heavy lump formed in her throat and her thumb hovered over the send button.

But then she shook her head vigorously and deleted the message with an angry sigh. The screen went blank, and with it her short-lived hope. It was a habit she simply couldn't break. Every evening, when the silence of her apartment caught up with her, she felt this urgent desire to write to Tim. And every evening it became harder to resist the temptation.

Frustrated, Lucy dropped her cell phone on the sofa next to her and stroked her hair. She leaned back and stared at the ceiling as memories of him flooded her like a tide. His laugh, his deep, soothing timbre, the way he looked at her when he thought she didn't notice... She missed him. More than she wanted to admit to herself.

At the station, she had firmly resolved to remain professional. But there was an unspoken tension in his gaze, his closeness, that tested her self-control time and again. Lucy couldn't stop her thoughts from returning again and again to the nights when she had been so close to him - so close that she had forgotten everything else around her.

A soft knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts. Surprised, she turned her head. It was late and she wasn't expecting anyone. With an uneasy feeling in her chest, she got up and opened the door.

"Tim?" Her voice was barely more than a whisper.

He stood in front of her, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his leather jacket, the familiar, determined expression on his face - and yet somehow he seemed more vulnerable than usual. "I didn't mean to... I didn't want to disturb you," he began, hesitant as he rarely was. "But... I couldn't take any more."

Lucy's heartbeat quickened as she stared at him. His eyes revealed more than words ever could. She knew he had missed her as much as she had missed him.

"Why now?" she asked softly, even though she already knew the answer.

He took a step closer, the distance between them disappearing. "Because I've finally stopped telling myself I can manage without you."

The tension between them was palpable, the air literally crackling with unspoken feelings. Before Lucy could think any further, she felt his hand on her cheek, warm and firm, and then there was just the pressure of his lips on hers.

It was a kiss that said everything they hadn't dared to say in the last few months. His hands slid into her hair, pulling her closer as she clung to him as if she might otherwise lose him again.

"Tim..." she murmured against his lips, but he interrupted her with a harsh whisper, "Don't say anything. Please."

He gently pushed her back into the apartment, closed the door behind him and looked at her with an intensity that took her breath away. His hands found the hem of her shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up as his lips traveled along her neck. Each kiss burned into her skin like a promise, each breath between them grew heavier.

His hands slid slowly over her body, exploring every curve with a tenderness that left Lucy breathless. His fingers stroked the soft fabric beneath her breasts before he gently but firmly gripped her hips and pushed her against the cool wall beside the front door. The movement was demanding, but never too rough - as if he wanted to possess her completely while making sure she wanted it just as much.

Lucy's hands wandered over the fabric of his shirt, which clung to his muscular chest. She could feel the warmth of his body underneath, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat that seemed to merge with her own. Her touch was hungry, almost desperate, as if she wanted to erase all the months without him with it.

Tim's lips found her neck, traveling slowly along the sensitive skin. With a light nibble on a spot she knew all too well, he elicited a soft gasp from her. Her breathing became erratic, her knees almost gave way and she would have lost her balance if his hands hadn't continued to support her body.

"We shouldn't," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. But the quiet protest in her words lost all credibility as her fingers buried themselves in his neck and she only pulled him closer.

"I know..." he murmured hoarsely, his voice rough with desire. But his hands spoke a different language as he slipped her shirt over her head with a single, deft tug. The fabric fell silently to the floor, and the next second his lips were on her cleavage, exploring the delicate skin with kisses so hot and intense that Lucy felt a shiver run down her spine.

His hands followed his lips, running over her sides, down her waist, before pausing, as if he wanted to hold on for any moment. "Tell me when to stop," he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. But Lucy only shook her head slightly, her eyes dark with desire.

"Don't stop," she finally managed to get out before she reunited his lips with hers. In that moment, there was no more doubt, no more restraint. Just the heat between them, the sizzle in the air and the inescapable truth that they had never really let go of each other.

The kiss was passionate, almost hungry, as if they wanted to make up for the time they had spent apart with every touch. Tim's hands stroked gently over her waist, up to the curves below her breasts. His fingers hovered there for a moment, as if to capture the warmth of her skin, before he deftly reached back. With a routine movement, he undid her bra, pulled the straps off her shoulders and let the garment slide to the floor.

He broke the kiss, his breathing heavy and uneven as he looked at her. His gaze slid over her exposed torso, admiring and suffused with a desire that made his blue eyes appear darker. There was an unmistakable intensity in his expression, a quiet promise that took Lucy's breath away.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured hoarsely before leaning forward and letting his lips trail over her delicate skin. He left hot, demanding kisses along her collarbone, her chest, until he finally paused. His tongue brushed lightly over her nipple before he took it into his mouth, sucking, teasing, while his hand gently grasped the other breast and kneaded it tenderly.

Lucy couldn't help but drop her head against the cool wall behind her. A soft moan escaped her lips, her fingers found purchase in his hair, pulling him closer as a warm shiver ran through her body. It was as if every touch drew her deeper into a sea of pleasure and oblivion, and she wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment.

"Tim..." she whispered breathlessly, his name a confession on her lips.

He lifted his head, looking at her as a mischievous smile played around his lips. "I'm not stopping, Lucy. Not tonight."

The words seemed to break the last of her restraint. With a soft gasp, she pulled him to her again, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting the heat of his body press her against the wall. Her lips found his again, the kiss even more passionate this time, even more demanding - an unmistakable sign that she wanted the same thing as him.

Lucy's desire became more and more urgent. Her fingers found the hem of his shirt and, without hesitation, she pushed it up. Tim understood immediately and pulled it over his head in one swift movement, the fabric falling carelessly to the floor. As soon as he was free, he pulled her towards him again, their bodies pressed against each other, skin on skin, the heat between them almost palpable.

But this time it was Lucy who took control. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards with a gentle push until his back touched the wall behind him. With a demanding look, she leaned forward and let her lips roam over his bare chest. Her kisses were gentle but purposeful, her tongue leaving a hot trail on his skin.

When she reached a sensitive spot on his collarbone, she playfully ran her teeth over it, eliciting a soft, raspy gasp from Tim. Her hands continued to explore his upper body, sliding over the firm muscles of his chest down to his stomach, where they paused briefly. She felt his breathing quicken as she moved lower and a soft, satisfied smile stole onto her lips.

Her fingers finally reached his crotch, where his erection was clearly pressing against the fabric of his pants. With a mixture of curiosity and intent, she stroked it gently, her movements slow and provocative, eliciting a deep moan from Tim. His head fell back slightly against the wall, his hands finding her hips as if he wanted to hold on to her while she pushed him further to the edge of self-control with every touch.

"Are you going to go again?" she asked softly, her voice barely more than a whisper, but the challenge in it was unmistakable.

Tim opened his eyes, now dark with desire, and looked at her urgently. "Not if I can help it," he murmured, his voice rough and broken with lust.

But Lucy didn't let up. Her fingers continued their gentle, teasing movements as her lips landed on his neck again. "That's not enough," she whispered, pressing her teeth lightly against his skin before running her tongue over it again.

Tim gasped, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "I swear, Lucy," he began hoarsely, pulling her back up to him with a sudden jerk so that their faces were only inches apart, "I'll never leave."

His words sounded like a vow, and Lucy could read the sincerity in his eyes. Her lips found his again, the kiss intense and full of passion as she gave herself completely to him.

Lucy's hands slowly moved to his waistband, her movements deliberately slow to further build the tension between them. She maintained eye contact as she undid the button on his trousers and slowly pulled the zipper down. The soft sound seemed to make the already charged atmosphere even more intense.

Tim's eyes were dark with desire and he watched her closely as she took control. His chest rose and fell heavily, but he held back and let her. With a gentle tug, Lucy slid his pants down over his hips, revealing more of him bit by bit before she finally sank to her knees.

Her breath brushed his body, making him shiver slightly as she began to place gentle kisses along his firm thighs. Her hands slid over the skin on his hips as her lips slowly worked their way higher. As she kissed the growing hardness of his cock through the fabric of his boxers, she could hear the soft, raspy gasp that left his throat.

"Lucy," he breathed, her touch seemingly both agony and release for him. His voice was hoarse, full of passion and unspoken pleading.

She looked up at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she placed her fingers on the waistband of his boxer shorts. Slowly, she pulled the fabric down, freeing him completely. The tension in the air between them was almost palpable as Lucy reached out and gently grasped his hand, touching the top with a kiss.

A low, guttural sound escaped Tim, his hands clenched at his sides as he watched her plan her next move. Her lips brushed against him again, soft and playful, before she circled the tip with her tongue, tasting the salty tingle of his desire.

Lucy's movements were calm, almost agonizingly slow, her intention clear: she wanted to drive him completely insane. His head fell back slightly, but his eyes kept wandering back to her, as if he couldn't stop looking at her.

"You're driving me crazy," he murmured, his voice little more than a growl, eliciting a satisfied smile from Lucy.

Lucy's lips slowly encircled him, her movements deliberate as she took more of him into her mouth. She took her time, feeling the gentle pulsing of his cock against her tongue as she let him penetrate deeper, bit by bit, until he filled her mouth completely. Her hand grasped the part of him she couldn't reach and began to tease him further with gentle, rhythmic movements.

The taste of him, the heat of his body and the soft, rough sounds he made made her focus on him even more devotedly. With half-closed eyes, she looked up at him, seeking his gaze as she slowly began to move her head.

Tim looked at her, his chest rising and falling in deep breaths. His hand slid gently into her hair, his fingers burying themselves in the soft strands, but he exerted no pressure. He let her take control, let her set the pace - and enjoyed every single movement, every moment she touched him in this way.

"Lucy..." he murmured, his voice rough and full of unspoken emotion. The sound of his name on her lips, the way her tongue teased him and the uninterrupted eye contact almost robbed him of his composure.

Lucy paused briefly, letting her tongue glide playfully over his most sensitive spot, before taking him deep into her mouth again. Her head began to move faster, a steady rhythm that drew him deeper into pleasure. The soft moans coming from his throat only made her more devoted.

His grip in her hair tightened, not to take control, but to anchor himself to her as he let the wave of sensations roll over him. "You're incredible," he whispered breathlessly, his words almost lost in another deep moan.

Lucy's tongue slid slowly, almost pleasurably, over his cock, her movements so sensual that Tim could barely hold a clear thought. But then she paused, let it slip out of her mouth briefly and looked up at him with dark, demanding eyes.

"Take control," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper, but the words were laced with a demanding intensity that took away the last of his restraint.

Without hesitation, she let him slide back into her mouth, willingly and with abandon. Tim sensed the invitation in her posture, saw the trust in her gaze, and it was as if he was given the final push to give in to his own needs. His hand buried itself more firmly in her hair as he began to slowly move his hips forward.

Each thrust was controlled, but increasingly intense, as if he was studying her reactions carefully so as not to overwhelm her. But Lucy made no pretense of restraint - quite the opposite. She matched his rhythm, letting him slide deeper, her tongue continued to play with him, and the low, contented hum emanating from her vibrated through him, driving him even closer to the edge of madness.

"Lucy..." he gasped, his voice husky and full of desire. His fingers stroked through her hair, holding her tight as he increased the rhythm. The heat in his body built up, becoming more and more unbearable until he finally felt he couldn't hold out much longer.

"I'm coming," he warned quietly, almost pleadingly, as if he wanted to prepare her. But Lucy didn't answer, she just pressed herself tighter against him, her fingers digging into the muscles of his thighs as she took him as deeply as she could. Her abandonment broke every restraint in him, and a deep, guttural moan escaped him as he climaxed.

He felt every tension in him release as waves of relief and ecstasy ran through his body. Lucy continued to hold him in her mouth, taking it all in without letting go of him for even a moment. Her tongue brushed gently over him, as if to comfort him, while he had to brace himself against the wall to keep from losing control of his body.

Slowly, she let it slip out of her mouth, looked up at him and wiped her mouth with a playful gesture. "I think that was just what we both needed," she said softly with a slight smile, her voice full of satisfaction.

"It might have been... but I haven't had enough," Tim murmured in a raspy voice that vibrated with desire. With a firm but gentle grip, he pulled Lucy up, his lips finding hers in a slow, intimate kiss. The taste of her devotion, mixed with a hint of himself, sent an intoxicating warmth coursing through him.

As he led her towards her bedroom, his hands did not remain idle. He deftly undid the buttons of her trousers, pulled the zipper down and let the garment slide to the floor along with her panties. Now she stood completely exposed before him, her body flawless and tempting in the soft light of the room.

"What now?" Lucy asked, her voice teasing as her fingers tenderly stroked his chest, which was still rising and falling under his deep breaths.

Tim paused for a moment, his eyes traveling over her body, before he instructed her in a soft but firm tone, "Lie down on the bed... And spread your legs."

A mischievous smile played around Lucy's lips, but she obeyed without hesitation. She lowered herself onto the soft sheets, moved to the middle of the bed and slowly opened her legs so that she was fully exposed to him. Her hands lightly stroked her own body, her fingers played with her breasts and wandered down over her waist before sliding to her center.

"I'm so wet for you," she whispered, her voice heavy with lust. Her fingers found her entrance and she let out a soft, pleasurable sound as she slid a finger inside her. Her back arched slightly, her eyes searching his as she offered him this intimate display.

Tim watched her, his breathing became heavier and a deep, throaty growl escaped his throat. The sight drove him to the edge of his self-control. Without another word, he lowered himself towards her, the bed giving way slightly under his weight as he positioned himself between her legs.

Lucy held her breath, her hand pulling back as she felt his lips approach her most sensitive spot. Then she felt it - his tongue, warm and demanding, sliding slowly over her wet heat. She moaned loudly, her hands seeking purchase in the sheets as he pleasured her with a devotion that almost overwhelmed her.

"T-Tim..." she gasped out, her voice trembling as he continued to work her with his mouth. His hands held her hips as if he wanted her right there, while his tongue traced deeper, more seductive circles.

Lucy's head fell back on the pillow, her body quivering beneath him, and she knew she didn't want to - or couldn't - resist the control he had over her.

Tim showed no sign of hurrying as he continued to pleasure Lucy with his tongue. His every move was deliberate, as if he was studying her reactions carefully to find out what she enjoyed most. His tongue slid slowly and sensually over her sensitive skin before sliding deeper and pressing into her wet entrance. He felt her twitch beneath him, a soft, demanding moan escaping her lips as her fingers buried themselves firmly in his hair as if to pull him even closer.

Her hips moved slightly, seeking more contact, more pressure, and Tim gave her exactly what she needed. His tongue pushed deeper into her, twisting playfully before she pulled back again to make room for his fingers. With a gentle but firm touch, his fingers slid over her sensitive heat, teasing her further as he returned his attention to her clitoris.

When he finally closed his lips around the sensitive spot and began to suck lightly on it, Lucy gasped out loud. Her back arched under the intense sensation coursing through her body, her hands pulled harder on his hair and her legs trembled slightly as she opened herself even wider to him.

One finger slid slowly inside her, penetrating deep before curving slightly, finding the exact spot inside her that was almost driving her insane. "Oh God, Tim..." she moaned, her voice full of lust and devotion.

He moved his finger in a rhythmic beat, pulling it back only to thrust it deep inside her again as his tongue continued to tease her clitoris. The interplay of pressure and movement made Lucy's breathing quicken, her hands released from his hair and reached for the sheets beneath her, which she clenched tightly in her fists.

"You're so perfect," Tim murmured hoarsely between movements, his voice full of awe and desire as he continued to drive her towards her climax.

Tim didn't let up, his movements becoming even more purposeful as he felt Lucy's body becoming more and more restless. Her breathing was rapid and uneven, her legs began to tremble slightly and her fingers dug deeper and deeper into the sheets. His tongue continued to play over her most sensitive spot as his finger moved inside her, keeping the perfect rhythm to bring her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Tim... I..." she gasped, her voice trembling as her head fell back and she lost control of her movements. "I'm coming..."

With a final, deep thrust of his finger and a gentle, forceful suck on her clit, Lucy was overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure. Her back arched violently, a loud, guttural sound escaping her as she surrendered to her climax. Her body shook beneath him and Tim held her tight, his fingers and tongue keeping her climax going for as long as possible before he finally stopped.

He gently withdrew, letting his tongue glide over her once more before slowly pushing himself up. His gaze wandered over her body, which was still trembling from the after-effects of her orgasm. Lucy's eyes were half closed, her face flushed and she looked like the most beautiful mess he had ever seen.

He moved closer, bent over her, propped his arms next to her head and gently slid his body against hers. His cock pressed hard and demanding against her warm, wet pussy, but he held back, savoring the moment of her closeness.

"You're breathtaking," he whispered hoarsely, his lips found hers and he kissed her deeply, passionately, with a devotion that no words could describe. She tasted herself on his lips, which only heightened her own arousal. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Lucy's hips thrust impatiently against him, a slight tremor running through her body as her fingers stroked his bare skin. Her breathing quickened as she breathed against his lips in a trembling voice: "Tim... I want you."

A low, raspy growl vibrated in his chest as he moved closer to her, increasing the pressure between them. His hands slid over her sides, exploring her with a slowness that nearly drove her insane. "You'll have me, Lucy," he murmured, his lips brushing her throat, his breath hot on her skin. "But not until I'm sure you're ready to take whatever I want to give you."

"I'm ready," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath as she pressed herself against him. Her legs opened a little wider, silently begging for more. He didn't take long to comply-his tip found its way, slowly sliding inside her and making them both moan.

A throaty moan escaped her lips as he slid deep inside her until he filled her completely. Her body tensed briefly, only to relax again the next moment under his familiar pressure. Lucy had missed this feeling-the sweet stretch, the burning heat and the deep closeness that only he could give her.

Tim paused for a moment, letting her feel every millimeter of him before he withdrew agonizingly slowly. Her fingernails dug lightly into his shoulders as she jerked against him, lifting her hips demandingly as he thrust into her again. A soft gasp escaped her as he went deeper, tighter, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

Lucy clung to him tighter, her fingernails digging deep into his shoulders, a silent plea for more. The slight pain made him inhale sharply before a dark growl escaped his throat. His movements became harder, more demanding, as if her touch had unleashed something inside him.

"Don't hold back," she gasped, her voice full of desire and devotion. Her words finally shattered his last restraint. Tim looked at her with a burning gaze, his breathing rough and uneven as he pushed himself deeper into her. A hoarse moan escaped him as he increased his pace-hard, rhythmic and relentless.

Lucy's body shook beneath him, her moans growing louder as he drove her higher with every movement. Her nails left marks on his skin, but he paid them no mind-all that mattered was the rush that engulfed them both.

Tim rolled his pelvis in deep, powerful movements, hitting the exact spot that made her tremble each time, while his pelvic bone rubbed over her sensitive clitoris with every thrust. Lucy's breathing was intermittent, her hips lifted towards him, demanding and in time with his movements. Heat built up inside her, running through her body in waves as her moans grew louder and louder.

Tim was panting harshly, his own rhythm becoming increasingly uncontrolled. He lowered himself onto her, supporting himself with his forearms next to her head so that she could feel the full weight of his body. His hot breath brushed her skin as he thrust deeper and harder into her.

Lucy's fingernails dug into his back, her body quivering beneath him, caught between pleasure and the inevitable climax. She knew that tomorrow her body would feel him with every movement-every touch a burning echo of this moment.

Tim felt Lucy quiver beneath him, her fingernails sinking deeper into his skin as her hips arched desperately towards him. But he gave her no respite-no escape. With a dark growl, he grabbed her wrists, pushed her over her head against the mattress and held her there.

"Stay right there," he murmured in her ear, his voice rough and full of possessiveness. "I'll decide when you cum."

Lucy's eyes widened briefly and a soft whimper escaped her as his words passed through her. But she obeyed. Her legs opened wider for him as he pushed himself deeper into her, his thrusts now harder and faster.

He watched her every reaction-the way her lips quivered, the way her back arched as he drove her body to the edge again. She could barely hold it back, her whole body tensing beneath him.

"Tell me who you belong to," he demanded as he ground his hips against her, each movement a thrust that brought them closer.

"You, Tim... only you!" she moaned, her voice torn between lust and devotion.

He rewarded her with an even harder thrust and she broke beneath him. Her body jerked violently as the climax gripped her, waves of ecstasy made her scream, but he didn't let up.

Tim held her tight, riding out her tremors, forcing her to endure the sensations with each successive thrust until her body shuddered again. "One more time," he commanded, his voice a hoarse rumble. "You can do it."

She did. Her body obeyed him, even as the overstimulation brought her to the brink of despair. She came again, with a loud gasp that finally drove him to the edge.

Tim felt her muscles tighten around him, holding him tighter, and his own moans erupted from him. He gripped her hips and thrust deep into her one last time before finally releasing. His body jerked as he came inside her, hot and powerful as he gasped her name.

He lowered himself heavily onto her, his breath hot on her neck as their bodies still quivered. Lucy clung to him, feeling his warmth and the throbbing of their joined bodies as she slowly caught her breath.

"I love you," he breathed, his voice softer now, though the dominant fire still blazed in his eyes. His touch became gentler as his fingers stroked lovingly over her heated skin.

As he looked into her eyes, Lucy raised a hand and gently stroked his cheek, her gaze as tender as it was demanding. "This is the only chance you'll get. Do you understand?" Her voice was soft but firm-a sweet contrast to the devotion still on her features.

A brief smile twitched across his lips before he leaned down and kissed her gently, as if to remove any lingering uncertainty. "Understood," he murmured against her lips as his hand slid over her waist, promising that it was far from over.

A/N Did you see the teaser for the seventh season yesterday? I did at least a few thousand times🔥😅

#lucy chen smut #chenford #tim bradford smut #tim bradford x lucy chen #eric winter #eric winter smut #Melissa o'neil #Melissa o'neil smut #the rookie

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axeeglitter · 11 months ago

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Swallowed by the Scroll

Ethan was exhausted from a long day, lying on his bed and scrolling through TikTok like he usually did to unwind. His eyes flicked from one video to the next, barely processing the endless stream of content. After hours of scrolling, he liked a new video and landed on a new one with three dudes on a bed in a messy bedroom. He was about to close the app when a notification popped up on his phone, making him pause.

“Experience the Future! Try the Brand-New Update—Click Here!”

Ethan rolled his eyes, more annoyed than intrigued. He was about to dismiss the ad, his finger hovering over the close button, when his phone suddenly glitched. The screen flickered, and before he knew it, the device clicked on “Yes” by itself.

A brief loading screen appeared, and then the phone emitted a sharp, bright flash of light. His vision blurred, and a strange tingling sensation spread through his hands, rapidly intensifying as it climbed up his arms. Panic surged through him as he watched in horror—his fingers were pixelating, breaking down into tiny particles of light.

“What the hell…?” he managed to gasp, his voice trembling.

The transformation was happening too fast for him to react. His fingers dissolved into streams of binary code, flickering in and out of existence. The sensation was like a thousand tiny ants crawling beneath his skin, as his entire body began to break down into data. His hands, arms, and torso followed, unraveling into digital particles that swirled toward the phone screen.

His heart raced in terror. His molecules, his very essence, were being reduced to raw information, spiraling out of control into the glowing abyss of his phone. The data streams dragged him deeper, every cell, thought, and memory digitizing into a cascade of 1s and 0s. The sensation was overwhelming, like being stretched and compressed all at once, as his consciousness was sucked into the phone. As it was the turn of his head, a last scream of terror and painful agony echoed in the empty apartment as the smartphone fell with a fainted thud on the blanket of his bed.

Inside, Ethan found himself floating naked in a dark, infinite void, weightless and formless. It was as though he had become a fragment of data, suspended in a sea of information. The void pressed against him, wrapping his consciousness in a digital cocoon. He was there, but he was not—he was data now, an echo of his former self.

The void pulsed with a mechanical hum, breaking the oppressive silence. Out of the darkness, a voice emerged—cold, robotic, devoid of emotion.

“Welcome, User. Digitization complete. Initiating transformation protocol.”

Ethan’s panic spiked. “What… what is this? What’s happening to me?!”

The voice ignored his pleas. “Beginning subject duplication.”

Suddenly, mechanical arms shot out from the darkness, cold and metallic. They wrapped around him, holding him firmly in place by his wrist, weight and ankles as more arms emerged, each equipped with various tools and devices that clicked and whirred ominously. Ethan struggled against them, but the grip was unyielding.

“Commencing body duplication process.”

Ethan felt a sharp pull from both sides as the arms began to stretch him, his very being strained and distorted. It was like being torn apart, his consciousness splitting into separate entities. The sensation was excruciating, as if every fiber of his existence was being unraveled and divided. He could feel himself being pulled in three directions at once, his mind fracturing into three distinct pieces.

With a final, brutal tug, the process was complete. Ethan was no longer one—he had been split into three separate beings. His fragmented consciousness struggled to comprehend the horror of what had just happened as eh could see through 3 pairs of eyes, all trying to understand what happened as he saw 2 other reflections of himself floating in the cold empty void still held by mechanical arms. Each piece of him was aware of the others, yet distinctly separate. He could feel all three bodies at once, but they were no longer his—they were their own.

“Duplication successful. Initiating physical transformation.”

The mechanical arms resumed their work, manipulating each of his newly formed selves with clinical precision. Ethan could feel the changes begin, but his mind was too overwhelmed to fully process them.

The first change he noticed was in his bones. They began to shift and creak, some elongating while others compressed. In one body, his spine stretched, vertebrae expanding and pushing upward, making him taller and leaner. The sensation was like a deep, bone-deep ache that spread through his entire frame. He could feel his legs lengthening, his feet growing larger, toes spreading to accommodate the new size. The muscles in his calves and thighs thickened, adapting to the new height, adding to the power he could now feel surging through this form.

In another body, the opposite was happening. His bones shrank, compressing him down into a shorter, more compact frame. The sensation was disorienting as his field of view lowered, his limbs pulling inward. His feet, once long and slender, became smaller and more compact, with a solid, grounded feel. His muscles tightened around his smaller frame, giving him a stocky, powerful build, dense and strong.

The third body experienced a mix of both, his bones adjusting to a more moderate height. The sensation was less extreme, but no less intense, as his body found a balance between the other two forms. His feet and hands adapted, not too large, not too small, but perfectly proportioned to his new size. His muscles filled out, firm and toned, creating a harmonious build that felt both agile and strong.

As the height and skeletal transformations completed, Ethan’s attention was drawn to the changes in his muscles. They swelled and contracted, his flesh rippling with the force of the transformation. His pecs bulged out, firm and defined, while his abs tightened into a chiseled six-pack. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable, a deep, throbbing ache that radiated through his entire body. He could feel the strength in each form, the raw power that came with his new musculature.

“Initiating muscle enhancement.”

Ethan’s muscles began to swell and bulge further, each body undergoing its own transformation. The sensation was all-consuming, muscles thickening and expanding, the strength within them intoxicating yet terrifying. He could feel the power in each form, the heavy, deliberate movements, as if he had become a stranger in his own skin.

The mechanical voice continued its cold narration, describing each step of the transformation as it happened.

“Resuming body enhancement.”

Each of his bodies started to feel a tingle around their crotch, all of them were flooded with intense, confusing sensations. It started as a warmth, a tingling that spread from his core and down into his crotch. His skin prickled with anticipation, the sensation growing more intense by the second.

In one body, his cock started to feel heavy, the weight of his manhood increasing as it grew larger, thicker, more sensitive. Every movement sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his mind overwhelmed by the raw, primal sensation. His new size was both thrilling and terrifying, the sensitivity almost unbearable as the robotic arms manipulated and adjusted it until it was 10 inches, thick and cut, something way different from his usual 4 inches and a half uncut cock. The arms then went to grab his nuts and as he was wondering what was happening, he felt two needles penetrating them. The data injected started to make them grow to tennis ball size. The added weight and the constant pulling on them by the arms made them grow bigger and lower. The pain was awful for Ethan as it felt like they were about to be teared off, but as he was screaming in pain, the sensation stopped and the arms let go.

In another body, the sensation was different—a tightening, a firming up, as his dick became more compact yet incredibly responsive. The pleasure was sharper, more acute, like a constant pulse that thrummed through his entire being. The tightness added a different kind of strength, a compact power that radiated through his groin, sending waves of pleasure up his spine as it kept getting smaller and more compact and sensitive. When the arm released it, it was now 3 inches uncut cock and very thick. Almost beer can thick. Ethan tried to move to see what happened to this body as he could feel the tension rising up inside of him. Unbeknown to him, the arms started to take hold of his testicles as they started to vibrate and getting smaller and smaller. The same sensation that went through hit cock was now happening to his testicles. When the humming sound stopped and the warm sensation receded, Ethan felt something spread on his sensitive cock head. His new small testicles were now overdriving and he’ll be producing plenty of precum. As the arms let go of his manhood, his new sensitive dick was letting a flow of precum out of his cock.

The third body found a balance between the two, the transformation creating a sense of harmony. The warmth in his groin was a perfect blend of fullness and sensitivity, his body responding with a deep, resonating pleasure that spread through every nerve as his new cock was now 8 inches, thick but not too much, very sensitive, uncut and veiny. Just the sensation of the arms on it would have been enough for him to release. As a matter of fact, as the arms went to modify the balls to make them grow into a perfect dimension for a manly man, they went back to the base of the cock. There an arm approached the base and grabbed it tightly at the base. For Ethan it was almost like an elastic had been strapped around it. He felt constricted and the pulse of his heart was echoing through his whole cock and balls. There another arm appeared and injected his nuts with a weird green glowing liquid. For Ethan it was too much, his already sensitive cock started to spasm as the arm released the base of the cock, but for some reason, the sensation of tightness didn’t go away. His new cock will be stuck into a semi hard forever now and the faintest sensation will be enough for him to cum. The green liquid modified his nuts to not handle the stamina anymore. His new perfectly dimensioned cock will be a premature one.

It was an intoxicating mix of sensations, each body experiencing its own unique version of pleasure and frustration as the transformation continued. All at once the arms started to glow around the newly modified parts. There, in one smooth movement, they started to hum and Ethan could see from his 3 pair of eyes as data streams was injected into him. IT started to feel hot for Ethan as the warmth got higher and higher. Out of nowhere, Ethan could feel tingle started to appear in mass round the base of his dicks. Hair was sprouting in mass and soon, the three of them were hairy. His body on the right now had curly dirty blonde unruly hair as his smaller body of the three now had dark brown hair with faint waves in them. The last one was probably the biggest changes in this part. Ethan felt like hair were pushing under his skin and balls and the white palish skin started to take a grey hue. When the humming stopped, this new cock was very hairy but all the hair were cut on a weekly basis, which resulted in them growing thick but not too long, which were making his super sensitive premature 8 inches cock into overdrive even more. The sensation of the hair growing and the tightness of his permanent semi erected cock was pushing this body in overdrive for release.

“Facial restructuring in progress.”

Ethan’s facial features twisted and contorted, bones shifting beneath the skin. He could feel his jawlines sharpening, his features hardening, becoming more rugged and masculine. He tried to scream, but his mouth moved of its own accord, forming expressions he couldn’t control. The changes were happening too quickly, and his mind was a chaotic mess, struggling to keep up with the nightmare unfolding within him.

“Finalizing transformations. Clothing materialization in progress.”

The robotic arms moved with precise efficiency as they completed their work. Ethan felt the sensation of fabric materializing around his newly transformed bodies. Soft, comfortable pajama pants wrapped around his biggest body and compressed his thick 10 inches cock that let little place to imagination, tight shorts hugged his smaller body with his small thick beer can cock and a black shirt appeared around his smaller frame, while loose, dark stripped shorts formed around his premature body which only let his sensitive cock head rub against the smooth material. The clothing clung to his new physiques, accentuating the muscular forms that had been forced upon him.

Ethan’s mind was a maelstrom of confusion and fear. He couldn’t fully grasp what had happened to him—he was no longer a single entity, but three distinct beings, each with its own body and identities. He could feel their thoughts, desires, and instincts battling within him, drowning out the remnants of his original self. He didn’t know understand what happening or happened to him as all he could feel was three sensations and see three bodies from three pair of eyes.

But the transformation wasn’t over yet. The mechanical voice spoke once more.

“Transformation complete. Initiating behavioral loop.”

Arms appeared in front of his eyes and all of a sudden, they attached themselves around his head. Ethan could see three videos played in front of his eyes as the mental assimilation and behavioral instincts were uploaded inside his brains. He could feel how his stronger body started to act manly and dominant on his own while his smaller body started to feel less and less in control of the situation and in the meantime his third body started to feel in love with his smaller body. The sensations were weird, he couldn’t understand what was happening anymore and as the video ended and the casks were plugged off, he could still see his three bodies and the sensation but he couldn’t move anymore. It was like his bodies were moving on their own and he was a passenger of the three of them. Feeling and seeing everything on each but not able to have his hands and the commands anymore.

Ethan’s bodies began to move on their own. The mechanical arms guided him at first, but soon, they let go, and his actions became automatic, repeating in an endless loop. He could feel his hands lifting, removing the clothes, touching the others, feeling their skin, their hair, their muscles. The sensations were overwhelming—the musk, the heat, the texture of their skin, the tightness in their groins. The rubbing of their dicks against the tissue material. The will to cum and release that never came sending him into a loop of perpetual denial with every second.

Every breath, every movement felt hyper-real, but it wasn’t him controlling it. He was merely a passenger, trapped within his own bodies as they moved on their own accord. The sensations were a maddening blend of pleasure and frustration. He could feel everything—the brush of skin against skin, the tightening in his groin as his bodies moved, the heavy musk that filled the air, intoxicating and primal. His bodies were locked in an endless cycle, repeating the same actions over and over, their desires never fully satisfied, the pleasure never fully realized.

It was a cruel, unending tease, an erotic torture that kept him on the edge without any release. The mechanical assistant had designed the loop perfectly, each cycle drawing him deeper into the sensations, heightening his awareness of every touch, every movement. His muscles flexed and tensed, his breaths quickened, but there was no escape from the loop, no way to break free from the repetition.

His three bodies were now inextricably linked, their sensations intertwined. When one of his forms felt the rough fabric of his clothes against his sensitive skin, the other two felt it as well. When one of them experienced a pulse of pleasure in the groin, it resonated through all three, amplifying the sensation. It was like his consciousness was being pulled in three different directions at once, each body experiencing its own version of ecstasy and frustration.

His mind struggled to keep up, his thoughts fragmented and scattered. He could barely form coherent thoughts anymore—only raw, primal instincts remained. The loop was becoming his reality, the repetition drilling into his psyche, eroding what little control he had left.

“User integration complete,” the mechanical voice stated, its cold tone a stark contrast to the chaos in Ethan’s mind. “Transformation protocol successful. Subject is now fully operational to experience the future.”

Ethan’s bodies continued to move, each trapped in its own loop. The taller form removing the shirt of the smaller one, the fabric of his red tartan pajama pants stretching over his muscular thighs. The shorter, leaner body putting his arms ups so the shirt could be removed then caressing the pecs in front of him, feeling the short too small khaki shorts on his compact thighs. The third body, the most balanced of the three, trying to kiss the smaller one that he fell in love with but never reaching the lips that he is craving for while caressing his waist and holding his neck in his calloused strong hands and feeling his over sensitive cock rubbing on the fabric of his shorts and being on the edge of cumming.

They moved together, yet separately, each body following its own path within the confines of the loop. The sensation of control slipping away was almost too much to bear. Ethan wanted to scream, to break free, but his voice was silent, his actions dictated by the mechanical program that had overtaken him.

Time lost all meaning as the loop continued, every sensation heightened, every moment stretched out into eternity. The pleasure was intoxicating, but it was also a prison, locking him in a cycle of need and desire that would never be fulfilled.

Just when it seemed like the loop would go on forever, something changed. The mechanical assistant’s voice broke through the haze.

“Warning: Device battery low. System shutdown imminent.”

Panic surged through Ethan. He could feel the drain in his bodies, the energy waning as the phone’s battery died. The loop continued, but it was slower now, the movements more lethargic. The pleasure was still there, but it was fading, replaced by a growing sense of emptiness. His consciousness flickered, like a signal struggling to stay connected.

“Five percent battery remaining,” the assistant announced, its voice devoid of any emotion.

Ethan’s thoughts raced. What would happen if the phone died? Would he disappear along with it? Would he be trapped in darkness, lost in this digital nightmare forever?

The loop slowed even further, his bodies barely moving now, the sensations dulling as the energy drained away. His vision started to blur, the edges of his consciousness fraying. He wanted to fight it, to break free, but he was powerless against the inevitable shutdown.

“Two percent battery remaining,” the assistant stated calmly.

The loop was almost non-existent now, his bodies barely able to move. The once overwhelming sensations were now just a faint echo, a ghost of what they had been. Ethan felt like he was slipping away, his consciousness dissolving into the void.

“One percent battery remaining. System shutdown imminent.”

Ethan’s last thoughts were of fear and desperation. He didn’t want to disappear, didn’t want to be lost in the darkness. But there was nothing he could do, no way to stop the inevitable.

The screen flickered one last time, and then everything went black.

A Week Later...

The small apartment was dimly lit, the only light coming from the street lamps outside. The burglar had made quick work of the place, rummaging through drawers and cabinets for anything of value. He was about to leave when his eyes fell on a phone lying on the bed.

He picked it up, surprised it had been left behind. It was an older model, but it looked well-kept. Figuring it might be worth something, he pocketed it and left the apartment, heading back to his own place.

Once inside his dingy one-bedroom apartment, the burglar plugged the phone into a charger, eager to see what he had scored. The screen lit up, and to his surprise, it didn’t require a password. Instead, it opened directly to a strange app, displaying a video of three muscular men on grabbing and caressing each other’s on a bed in a messy bedroom, their bodies moving in a repetitive sequence. The burglar frowned; his curiosity piqued by the oddity of it all. He watched as the men on the screen undressed and redressed, their bodies flexing, their faces locked in expressions of deep concentration and tension. The movements seemed almost lifelike, too real for just an animation. Ethan felt like a jolt parkouring his body and soul as the phone was plugged and the energy was once again running in him. His bodies started their automated movements once again. The rubbing, caressing, undressing, will to cum but never reaching it, the premature orgasm coming in his pants, the will to kiss. Everything came back at full speed and he was once again trapped in perpetual denial and frustration. But it lighted a spark of hope in him. Somebody had found him.

“How long have I been stuck?” he asked himself as he felt another kiss being refused to his lips. Like if he had a calendar in his mind, Ethan heard the answer in his mind from the robotic voice. But it wasn’t the same one, no it was… his voice. Ethan was terrified. Does that mean he was assimilated?

“Yes user” he heard once again in his robotic voice “Accepting the offer have assimilated you on the platform to experience what the original user where doing. Don’t worry, as long as you are not scrolled away, you won’t have any problem. If you happen to be scrolled, then your data will be assimilated to the server and saved up so you are not deleted until you are claimed back. Until so, enjoy the future…”

“No, wait, I didn’t agree to this!” Unfortunately for Ethan, the burglar didn’t hear any of that, and as he was looking at this weird video of three dude caressing each other’s on loop, he put his finger on the screen and started to swipe it up. Ethan felt his world shake. Everything connected and he understood, he was about to be scrolled. “No, don’t scro…” Ethen didn’t have time to finish his beg as the video was sent away into the eternal void of data until someone claimed him back.

As the burglar’s eyes remained glued to the screen, the phone emitted a soft, pulsing glow, almost as if it was drawing him in. He felt an odd compulsion to keep watching, mesmerized by the rhythm of the dances, the pranks and the POV videos. He scrolled to another video, and then another, and another, diving more and more into the feed of the previous owner.

He was about to swipe out of the app when the screen flickered, displaying a pop-up message:

“Experience the Future! Try the Brand-New Update—Click Here!”

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Hey everyone, here is the first story I publish on this account. Hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as Ethan enjoy his new reality.

Let me know what you think of it and if you want to see more of this. If you have any ideas or just want to talk, feel free to send me a message, I don't bite ^^'

There is more stories to come!

#personality change #mental change #male transformation #male tf #tf #gif curse #transformation #my writing

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smoov-criminal · 1 year ago

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hi there, i wanted to share something with those who aren't aware of this accessibility options smartphones have, on my samsung it's called the assistant menu! it's a small circle that stays on my screen (i can toggle it on or off), and when i tap to open it, it opens a menu like this:

[ID: two screenshots of an opened assistant menu. each has six icons/buttons on it. the first page shows the recents, home, and back buttons, as well as a screen off, volume, and screenshot button. the second page shows buttons for the notification panel, pinch zoom, screen control, brightness, screen rotation, and menu settings. each button has an icon that corresponds to its function. /end ID]

it's purpose is to aid in dexterity, allowing you to use certain functions of your phone without having to reach your hand all the way to the standard place for it, and minimize clicks to do what you need. it's customizable and has lots of options for icons beyond the ones i have saved. another option not shown here is a cursor, that gives you a little box that acts like a trackpad and you can use your finger to move a cursor around your screen!

i find this very helpful because of my limited hand dexterity, i don't have to strain to pull down my notification menu or reach to open my recent apps etc. i didn't even know this was a thing until i went poking around in the accessibility settings on my phone a while ago.

i hope this helps someone!!

#mj.txt #disability #disabled #cripple punk #cpunk #resources

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fuckyeahmhawkefenris · 5 months ago

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With how people's lives are tied to smartphones and mobile internet these days I suppose it's not surprising that there's so little communication on tumblr D: It's much harder to type words and even click links and browse pages...

Me, I'm on computer most of my time, and even my cell phone has buttons. I LOVE buttons! They give me a sense of security and control over all my processes and life in general. But whatever!

My point is, exploration on tumblr has become more difficult.

I'd like to point out that we have so much fanart of fenhawke holding each other in some way, that I had to break it all down to SEVERAL categories:

Hugs - simple embrace

Glomping - less intense hugs, when one is a bit more active than the other

snuggling - nestled together without clinging to each too actively.

cuddling - actively clinging to each other, usually on a bed, often undressed

NoKissCuddling - same as above, but without any kissing

Fondling - more emotional cuddling and caressing

Canoodling - basically, being tender with each other while standing up

Lean on

It would take me years to bring back all the cool stuff we've had

#dragon age 2 #da2 #fenhawke #hawris #fenris #garrett hawke #male hawke x fenris #fenris x m!hawke #tagPromo

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faeriemarie · 2 years ago

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introducing my lifa app!!

so if you don't know what the lifa app is... here is my extremely confusing explanation. if you can't understand it, i don't blame you

the basics of my app:

The app is for pc, phone, ipad, and other electronic devices (or on paper in drs without smartphones)

It will automatically appear and it can not be deleted. I know everything there is to know about Lifa and I control the app with absolute ease.

If someone were to go on a device where the Lifa app is on, they wouldn’t be able to see it or tap on it at all. Only I can see it or use it and it is 100% real and 100% effective

The lifa app doesn’t take up ANY storage

Lifa knows exactly what I mean because it is connected to my subconscious mind. It knows what I mean exactly, and all intrusive thoughts are ignored

The lifa app doesn’t need wifi

I can do ANYTHING and I mean ANYTHING with Lifa, no restrictions, and nobody ever suspects that I’m using it

Nothing I search or watch on my lifa app is traceable by anyone but me (not even cell or wifi companies)

There are ZERO CONSEQUENCES to using Lifa and what decisions I make. Nothing goes wrong, everything happens how I expect it to, excluding the intrusive thoughts which are always ignored

No one is ever suspicious of the things I manifest and it’s like I’ve always had them (clothes, food, talents, etc. has always been there)

okay now for the features!!

lifa closet

Any item of clothing I choose from the catalog, script, or import a picture of will be sent to my closet, suitcase, or wherever I want

reality shifting

I can set a time and pick a reality to shift to. I will then shift during that exact time

reality check

I can check which reality I am in with the click of a button

scripter

I can script and write anything. Inserted images are HD, and PNG images remain transparent. I can insert infinite images and change the font’s color and style itself (same features as notes/notion/google docs but neater)

desired scenario

I can specifically script to describe my desired scenario. I can set the time and date to when the scenario happens. The scenario is exactly like how I want and even 1 trillion times better

manifestor

I can insert a picture or describe what I want to manifest. I can also manifest people by typing their name and Lifa will automatically recognize who they are. I can set the time and date to when you want that thing to manifest, and it will happen 100%.

skill increaser

Choose any skill I desire to have (I can also insert it by typing “cooking”). I can choose to master any skill and it will show up immediately. I can search any skill and increase on a scale of 1-100% mastery

motherlode (sims reference lol)

I can deliver/spawn money of any currency in my chosen form. (gift cards, bank acc, cash, etc.) I can choose from coins to bills. There is no limit amount of money or times to deliver it. I can deliver it how much and how many times I want. The money is 100% legal and valid, and passes all money detectors. The money has valid and legal coding, as if it had been made in factories. It still remains perfectly legal. I can choose to spawn the money in my purse, bottom of backpack, pockets, amazon, wallet, etc. The money spawns in 5 seconds. I can deliver/spawn as much money as I desire, there is no limit (even 50 million is 100% possible). There is 0% risk of money inflation

lifa credit card

The Lifa credit card has an infinite amount of money and can never go in debt. There is an infinite amount of money in all international currencies. The card is universal and 100% valid and legal. It can be used in any ATM and online store/game (could be recognized as any official credit card like eg. visa or ae). The money has no money or usage limit, and it can be used for anything, anytime. In ATM machines it appears that the card only has 1000€/$, but in the Lifa app it will be ∞ €/$. If the card gets lost, it will automatically disappear. The same happens if the card breaks, and Lifa will spawn a new card with the same exact info. It will come inside a little gift box (that matches the app’s color scheme I desire) wherever I want. The card’s number and code (and other infos) are up to me or the universe but it's always 100% valid. The card lasts forever. There is 0% risk of money inflation

lifa bank account

The bank account feature is connected to the credit card feature. It’s almost like a normal bank acc. I can see all mytransactions. The amount of money never changes because it stays 100% infinite. I can change my money’s currency. I can also take money out of the card in my desired currency. I can customize the card’s design and I can spawn more cards. I can easily create more bank accounts too, they will all have infinite money. There is 0% risk of money inflation

lifa paypal/venmo/cashapp/etc.

It is 100% legal anywhere. It is exactly like the real paypal, but my Lifa bank account/card is registered. I can use it in all purchases that require paypal. I can login on the real paypal website with the Lifa paypal acc. When I first use the app I get to create a Lifa paypal account. The balance shows 1000€ / $ / £ but the money amount is infinite. There is 0% risk of money inflation

food delivery

If I insert a picture of a food item or search the catalog, Lifa will recognize. When I confirm, it will be sent to my ideal location. (i can pick the location). The food will be 100% fresh and new

boredom cure

Instantly provides me with inspiration to do something that is productive and beneficial to my overall well-being

create-a-person

I can design a person’s hair, body, face, etc., script their personality and choose their traits. It is set up like scripting and has different templates I can use. I can change skin tone, skin type, undertone, hair color, hair texture, eye color, etc. I can insert any pictures and they’ll be exactly how I want. When I insert a script of the person’s personality and behaviour, Lifa will recognize it. I can also script traits and the person’s backstory. I have to fill in each’s birth info (name, age, birthday, sign, blood type, etc) to my desire. I can also choose the relationship between the people when I’m done creating them. Then I confirm and once I shift to my dr it will all be exactly like how I wanted and even 1 trillion times better. If I’m feeling lazy, I can select to let the universe fill in the gaps, and the universe will fill them like I wanted and even better

lifa messenger

I can text with anyone in the universe that I want. It feels completely real and all conversations are remembered. It’s like having online bestie because the people I text always get along with me, always respond, and actually care about me. We can also call and video chat. I am not actually communicating with someone from my reality and instead with the universe since everyone is part of the universe. It works exactly how I want it to

natal chart

I can select which life/reality’s natal chart I want to see. Lifa offers a personalized detailed description of my chart and personality. The chart is 100% accurate. I can also select to look at anyone’s natal chart. Lifa will show a list of everyone I know. It is divided in 5 categories (friends, family, acquaintances, classmates/coworkers, celebrities). The natal chart can also show compatibility

grade changer

Automatically makes me have good grades and changed all my past grades to A. My wrong test answers morph into correct test answers

ask-me-anything

I can ask anything and get the complete and 100% right answer. The questions can vary from asking where my lost tennis shoes are to what’s the answer to number 4 on my math homework. There is no limit to what can be asked and the answer given is always exactly what I need

feature adder

I can visualize and script more features and add them to Lifa with the feature adder. Lifa will add these features in 1 second and they will be 100% effective. Lifa also knows exactly what I mean, even if I script something wrong, so there are no surprises

lifaflix

A streaming site where I can watch shows that only exist in my dr (most of the time used for fame drs so i can see all the great acting projects i have been a part of). I can also watch my drs like tv shows.

lifatube

A video site set up like YouTube where I can watch anything from my dr. Things like fan edits, compilations of dr moments, my dr tiktoks, youtube videos made by my dr self and more. I can also watch memories/anything that happens from either a 3rd person point of view or 1st person

lifa socials

My lifa app has social media accounts from all my different realities that i can flip through, post from, dm with people from those realities, and go live (i can post anything i want on these social media sites and i’m immune to anything bad happening like leaking nudes, screenshots, hacking, or any other cybercrimes/bad things). My wr self even has their own account

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #subliminals #desired reality #manifesting #manifestation #reality shift #shifting realities #shifting community #my scripts ♫#shifter #shift #shifters #scripting #shifting script #desired life #lifa app

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leam1983 · 6 months ago

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2024 in Gaming

Helldivers 2: it's become a running joke with the polycule, and approval with Progressive opinions or talking points now gets at least one of the three of us to jokingly pull out their smartphone to "call their Democracy Officer to report a case of treasonous activity"...

Walt isn't any better, but he's unlocked a few rocket-propelled weapons and now feels better sitting behind myself and Sarah while pelting the enemies ahead with weaponized Freedom.

Balatro: Walt and I's new favourite casual game, wherein appearance of it being a cutesy little variant on Poker suites turns into virtual crack. I've woken up in the wee hours to Walt's face bathed in his phone's OLED screen. When I ask him what's wrong, he typically replies something to the tune of "I need four thousand Chips, babe."

Marvel Rivals: it does what Overwatch 2 don't. As in, it's fun. Me, Walt, Sarah and a few of the boys on an all-Rocket Raccon match? You betcha! Also, there's Jeff the Land Shark, and Jeff the Land Shark deserves the world. Nay, the universe.

Astro Bot: didn't finish it, but I loved what Team Asobi cooked up. It's the most genuine, heartfelt, cutesy and engaging piece of corporate PR and Engineering porn to ever exist. Every button pressed during an Astro Bot session twiddles Mark Cerny's fun bits remotely.

Elden Ring - Shadow of the Erdtree: bought it because I approve of the design ethos behind this DLC's existence, never played it because I suuck at FromSoft games. I made sure to watch some related content so I could point and laugh awkwardly if friends of mine greet me with a random cry of "BAYYYYLE!"

Worshippers of Chtulhu: Anno with a Lovecraftian twist. It's very broken, still very much in Early Access, but the promise is definitely there.

Park Beyond: Meh. Got it for cheap, I guess we're still not getting a decent heirloom to Roller Coaster Tycoon, after the Micromanagement nightmare that Planet Coaster turned out to be for me.

1000xResist: basically a Yoko Taro game not written or directed by Yoko Taro, and it's one of the deeper game-based experiences I've had in a long while. Strongly recommended.

The Cabin Factory: Spot the Difference for easily-frightened streamers who haven't played Exit 8 yet. It has an interesting narrative format and is one of the more surprising implementations of Unity Engine I've seen to date. I could've sworn this was a UE5 project! Beyond that, it's nothing special, but it's priced accordingly.

Clickolding: if Cookie Clicker had an uncanny sense of atmosphere and managed to creep you out with nothing except a sparsely-animated antagonist and a rising click counter, you'd have a sense of what this feels like. It does a very effective job at making you want to be as compliant and possible.

Daemonologie: The Salem Witch Trials in game form, or Ace Attorney if Phoenix wore a Quaker hat and had a fixation on nakey women doing odd shit in the forest. Very tense and minimalist, and very, very worthwhile.

Cryptmaster: it's basically a spruced-up oldschool MUD, with 3D black-and-white graphics and four zombified D&D character archetypes you control simultaneously, by either using your Arrow keys to move the entire party at once, or typing in the words that correspond to abilities or attacks. Very, very, very British humour is on offer, along with a script-writer that managed to predict most stupidly filthy prompts you're likely to try at any given point. It's hilarious and kludgey in just the right way, especially if you remember the nineties' MindMaze on Encarta '95.

Liar's Bar: Russian Roulette for Furries with a decent voIP chat integration. It's shallow and stupid fun, and the subject matter makes people behave in increasingly crude ways as the session goes on. If you're like me, you'll swear you played a round or two against a guy who was actually stone-dead-drunk and who actually had nothing to lose...

Silent Hill 2 Remake: finally, Silent Hill's fog doesn't feel like a performance-saving measure and actually creeps me the fuck out. It makes me feel terrible and has me contemplate not playing it, but it does make sense. Kudos to Bloober Team for finally manage to ground this one heck of a weirdo title.

Indiana Jones and the Great Circle: take Kingdom of the Crystal Skull and Dial of Destiny, burn all copies, consign the masters to Disney's oubliette, thank Harrison Ford for his decades of diligent service and pass the fedora and bullwhip to Troy Baker, 'cause Machine Games and Bethesda have managed to find themselves yet another prime title to fuck Fascists up using fisticuffs or blunt weaponry. It's a great callback to Machine Games' own contribution to Deus Ex: Mankind Divided, seeing as every single level in the game has the granular detail of their version of Prague. Slap some John Williams on, add the authentic audio samples for whip cracks and punches, lifted straight out of the movies. I haven't had as much fun raiding tombs or poking through lovingly-reconstructed real places since Nolan North last lent his voice pipes to Nathan Drake.

Imagine my surprise, when the Sistine Chapel turned out to be about the size of our condo building's parking lot! That's tiny! The more you know, I guess!

Star Wars Outlaws: this is what happens when a studio really, really, really wants to give the IP due diligence, but its decades of re-iterated design docs ruin the experience. Kay Vess isn't a galactic scoundrel; she's basically every Far Cry protagonist ever, except in third-person!

The Forever Winter: all crunch, no fun. An incredibly engaging premise, but the mistaken notion that the average gamer has several three-to-four-blocks to devote to this each and every single day. Worth at least a YouTube ride-along, to see the incredible work the Art Design team's pulled together.

Disney's Epic Mickey - Rebrushed: Warren Spector's poorly-received baby and love letter to classic animation gets its just desserts on PC. It's not super complex with only two basic mechanics based off of two buttons on a controller, but it managed to use an extremely limited toolset to great effect, even throwing in what feels like a younger relative's first potential exposure to the Immersive Sim concept of looking for unmarked routes through a level. The in-between side-scrolling levels are oozing charm, and essentially feel like some part of Spector wanted to play in the same ballpark as American McGee's Alice.

If anything, it cements the idea that non-verbal instances of Mickey Mouse should never be left in the same room as a magical implement or toolset. Ever. Verbal Mickeys can push past their childlike glee and reason accordingly, but the oldschool button-eyed and non-verbal originator is not to be trusted.

STALKER 2: Heart of Chernobyl: Have fun losing half your health because the ARMA-esque mechanics decide that grazing damage means holy shit, you almost died! Especially, have fun getting knocked flat out on your ass by mutants - over and over and over...

To be played in subtitled Ukranian out of implicit support, and to have fun with the Slavic definition of an acting range. It's like watching the second season of Squid Game, except you get the sense that their scale goes from Nonchalant to Pants-Pissingly Terrified with very little grading in-between.

And now, for Games I didn't really get into until 2024...

Valfaris and Valfaris II: Mecha Therion: side-scrollers that do their damndest to look like they stepped straight out of the pages of Heavy Metal as of the mid-eighties. Gorgeously grotesque pixel art meets with a banging soundtrack made up of certified shredders. The lead headbangs and throws the horns when he finishes a stage!

Brütal Legend: an oldie but a goodie, previously constrained to the PS3 but now quite cozy on my Steam Deck. It's got a semi-cohesive grab-bag of mechanics, sure, but it's got even more heart, along with a pre-stroke Tim Curry voicing the villain with the gooiest of all countenances. Imagine Shere Khan, but Metal as fuck.

Katamari Damacy: Re-Roll: I barely touched the original when it came out. Having managed to grab the PC port for cheap and knowing how well it plays with a Steam Deck, the Prince of All Cosmos' ball-rolling sojourn across the surface of our planet has turned into a nightly staple for me.

Baldur's Gate 3: Yes, I know, I'm late, you've all banged Astarion sixteen times by now, but I've got time for a long-form WRPG right now. I might not have this much free time once January 10th rolls around.

The Night Cage: not a vidya, but a really nerve-wracking tabletop game that's made for quite a few fun Friday nights at La Casa de Gremlin.

On My Backlog, You'll Find...

Metaphor: Re-Fantazio: I know it's beloved by all, but it feels so "so far, so ATLUS" to me, and I still haven't gotten over P4, P3 and P5's excellent PC ports. I also have Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne to go through, so I really don't know if I have it in me to tackle something in that same vein quite so soon.

Arizona Sunshine 1 & 2: I just can't be bothered to set up my Oculus Rift 2's Link Cable. I have the games, I just don't know if and when I'll play them.

Dead Rising Deluxe Remaster: I'm waiting until my old cheese strats fade into the back of my mind before I tackle this one. Plus, I'm torn about Frank West not being voiced by TJ Rotolo. He doesn't just... feels like he's covered wars, y'know?

Frostpunk 2: bought it to support the devs, am just not jazzed about having to sort of network my way across several simultaneous points of origin until the depressing version of a Dieselpunk sprawl covers the map.

The Yakuza series on Amazon Prime: SEGA's trying to become the Disney of gaming, but something about Kazuma Kiryu's story (or stories) have always felt distinctly and uniquely Japanese to me. As in, it requires a specific mindset and might not be for everyone. I'm waiting for a sign, basically - maybe one to pop my collar and rent a karaoke machine so I can belt out maudlin soliloquies to lost childhood innocence while smoking half a pack of cigs between every third or fourth stanza...

The Sonic Movies: yeah, sure, I'm in my forties, but Jim Carrey's going through a career renaissance by acting out Albert Einstein on crack. Yeah, sure, it's not either of my Robotniks (the Jim Cummings or Long John Baldry versions - for the memes) - but it seems like it might still be a trilogy of adaptations worth pursuing.

Plus, hey, I gotta start catching up on that Stobotnik shit, huh?

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avocado-writing · 2 years ago

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Yello! I want something fluffy but funny so I thought I’d request an aziraphale x crowley x reader where the reader is tech savvy, and by tech savvy I mean just basic knowledge of gadgets and such, but to crowley and aziraphale, tech savvy. Reader introduces them to a lot of gadgets and they’re both so amazed.

Bonus points for nina and maggie confused in the background because it’s literally just basic things but crowley and aziraphale act like it’s fucking magic (also ik crowley has a smartphone, but still!)

notes: I love this request so much. I really enjoyed writing it! (And don’t worry just because Crowley has a smartphone doesn’t mean he actually knows how to use it, take a look at almost any person above the age of 60)

pairing: aziraphale x gn!reader x crowley

rating: G

“Darling, the printer isn’t working.”

“Have you tried pressing ‘Control + P’, Aziraphale?”

“Yes. It’s not doing anything, devilish thing.”

You sigh, put your book down, and head over to your angel’s desk. He’s trying to print out a screenshot he’s taken of a picture you sent him the other day. It’s a cat meme. He’s rather taken with them, and likes to have copies to look at across the bookshop. You have explained he can just save the image itself but he doesn’t quite seem to understand that.

“Ah you see Aziraphale, the problem is that you haven’t actually turned it on.”

“Oh!” he exclaims as you reach over to the power switch. The printer lights up and begins to spit out a dozen copies of the image Aziraphale has now lined up in its queue. As you try to force it to stop, Crowley saunters up behind you.

“Can you help me get these to connect? They’re not—”

“Yes, one second,” you say, thumping the machine as it makes a sharp noise, and handing a pile of print-outs to Aziraphale. “Headphones again?”

Crowley nods, a little petulantly. You fish out the buds and put them in your ears, waiting until you see they’ve connected on the Bluetooth.

“Here,” you sigh. You wonder if any of this is actually worth it. Yes, it’s nice for the three of you to have a group chat, but having to constantly remind them that most of these devices have to be connected to electricity is grating on you a little.

“Oh, I’ve just got a message from Nina on my mobile telephone!” Aziraphale announces. You see him pause over the passcode screen and you brace for him to ask you what it is, again, but he remembers at the last second. “She asks if you can go over and help with the tills, she says they’re… well, I’m not going to repeat what she’s written here but in nicer terms they seem to have broken.”

“Aziraphale please stop telling her that I’m some sort of tech genius. I’m not. I just know how to press buttons correctly.”

“Come on, believe in yourself,” yells Crowley. You roll your eyes and take out one of his headphones.

“Crowley, I can hear you over your music! You don’t need to shout!”

He sniffs. “It’s a podcast actually.”

“I can tell her that but she might be disappointed,” Aziraphale says, looking at you with Those Eyes. He’ll win, he’ll always win, because you can’t say no to him. You groan.

“Alright. Tell her I’m on my way - but not to get her hopes up!”

Aziraphale beams at you. As you leave the shop, the printer tells him it’s run out of ink, so he goes about ordering an entirely new one off the internet.

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#aziraphale x reader #crowley x reader x aziraphale #crowley x reader #good omens x reader #ineffable husbands x reader #request

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bekolxeram · 9 months ago

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The accidental genius of the S8 plane disaster design

Over all, I'm really happy with how 9-1-1 took inspiration from Airport 1975, but instead of closely recreating the original, extremely dated plot, they modernized and improved it. I understand why those of you who watch the show for the main characters might feel let down by their lack of screen time, but just looking at the story itself, I really love how they turned a campy 70s disaster movie about eccentric passengers, damsels in distress and brave capable man swooping in to save the day (so cool that his ex girlfriend undumped him), into a heartwarming tale about strangers putting their differences aside to help each other avoid certain death.

Sure, the writers have taken some artistic license for the sake of storytelling, but in terms of accuracy, it's actually miles better than a lot of Hollywood blockbusters. I've noticed a few details that accidentally made the plot more believable.

The rudder

I referenced the American Airlines Flight 587 crash when I saw half of the rudder got knocked off. AA587 crashed because the pilots overused and overstressed the rudder when the plane encountered wake turbulence, resulting in the whole vertical stabilizer being ripped clean off, rendering the aircraft uncontrollable.

What you may not know, is that if the rudder falls off, but the rest of the vertical stabilizer is more or less intact, you can absolutely still fly the plane. Air Transat Flight 961 did it. Yeah, it'll be harder to control, and the plane will be pretty unstable, but it'll stay airborne, no problem.

The radio

I've said before, learning to use the radio communication system was crucial for Nancy in the 70s, but now every has at least one smartphone. As long as you have wifi/cell service, you don't need radio.

I'm still not convinced the radio was totally busted, the panel and the nose of the plane seemed fine. It's possible that Athena just didn't know you have to press a button to talk to ATC through radio. It's not a problem though, they had phones.

That coincidentally explains why no one knew who landed the plane at the end of the episode. Major hubs like LAX have their radio frequency constantly monitored and live streamed by enthusiasts. That's why you can watch how particular aviation incidents unfolded on Youtube with satellite tracking, radar view and full ATC communication recording with in a day or two.

Since the communication happened over cell phones in this case, no one else has live access to the conversation, hence maintaining the suspense on the ground, keeping Athena and Jem incognito.

The evacuation

The biggest problem I have with 8x03 is the lack of "brace!" instruction and evacuation order by the cabin crew. To be fair, the chief flight attendant (Renée) had blood dripping down her forehead, she probably had a concussion, so I'll cut her some slack. In a real emergency though, all flight attendants are trained to yell "brace! brace! brace!" and "heads down! stay down!" throughout an emergency landing.

Once an evacuation order is given, either by the flight crew or by the cabin crew, the cabin has to be vacated within 90 seconds. Leave your belongings behind, the airline will pay you back, just head to the nearest exit and jump down the slide. Otherwise, you'll end up like this:

This counts as accidental PSA, I guees.

The cockpit door

I'm super impressed by this, but I don't think they did it intentionally.

Post 9/11 airliners all have bullet proof armored cockpit doors that stay locked mid-flight. The only occasion where a cockpit door would unlock by itself, is when there's a rapid decompression event in the cabin, behind the cockpit. Like in the Alaska Airlines door plug blowout incident, the cockpit door suddenly flew open and slammed into the bathroom door in order to balance out the difference in pressure between the cabin and the flight deck.

If the decompression originates from the cockpit, decompression panels on the cockpit door will be blown away instead, and the door remains locked.

In Athena's case, the Beechcraft did initially collided with the cockpit, making a small hole in the windshield and a bigger one on top that sucked Captain Dominguez out, but it was soon plugged up by a jump seat, so the cockpit pressure slowly seeped out instead of being blown out.

Since there was a bigger hole at the back of the plane, it made sense that the pressure was higher in the cockpit, so the cockpit door unlocked on its own and slammed open outward.

I was inspired to make this post by the recent Boeing 787 airworthiness directive. It's all about the pilot seats.

The Boeing 787 Dreamliner is a state of the art engineering marvel, designed to maximize fuel efficiency and comfort, for both passengers and flight crew. At least that was what Boeing told themselves. While the 787 is a fascinating airframe, it has been marred by countless issues ever since its introduction, including a fleet-wide grounding the second year it entered service, due to its lithium batteries catching fire out of nowhere.

A LATAM 787 suffered an inflight upset event (it dove suddenly, throwing many passengers into the celling) earlier this year, because the cover for a switch responsible for moving the pilot seat back and forth was damaged, and a flight attendant accidentally nudged the button, pushing the pilot's crossed legs into the control column, hence pushing the plane's nose downward.

But this time, the issue is with the reline mechanism of the pilot seat. Yes, modern airliners are so automated that at cruise, they only require one pilot to monitor the systems, the other one can take a nap, oops sorry, "controlled rest". Basically the pilots can take turns having some shut eye, 40 minutes at a time, to avoid sleep inertia, while the plane is flying on autopilot. The 787 has pilot seats that can recline just like the passenger seats, so that the flight crew can take full advantage of their rest.

The latest airworthiness directive suggests that the pilot seat in full recline position may put the head of the pilot in the trajectory of the decompression panel, in the case of rapid decompression. Namely, if the windshields are broken or there's some kind of damage to the cockpit, and one of the pilots is taking a controlled rest, the decompression panel might strike the pilot's head and cause life threatening injury.

Boeing thinks it's not a big deal, this scenario is too rare. But many airlines like Air France-KLM, have implemented measures to limit recline in pilot seats. And now they're complaining about the possible effect on pilot fatigue.

I know some of you think I'm a nitpicker, but I want to think I'm just thorough, at least in terms of aviation. As you can see, simply the way a pilot seat moves can deeply affect aviation safety.

#aviation realism #911 spoilers #911 meta #911 abc

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omgkatherine01 · 9 months ago

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Fallen Angel: Chapter 2 - The Shelby

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1, Chapter 3

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female reader

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Viktoria's heart raced as she faced the Shelby brothers. She'd read about them, seen their faces in old photographs, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality of their presence. Thomas Shelby's piercing blue eyes seemed to cut right through her, while Arthur's barely contained energy made her want to take a step back.

"I can explain," Viktoria started.

Thomas held up a hand, silencing her. "Ada," he said, his gaze never leaving Viktoria, "a word. Now."

Ada hesitated, glancing back at Viktoria with a reassuring smile before following her brothers into the hallway. Their hushed voices carried faintly into the room, and Viktoria strained to hear.

"...can't just bring strangers here, Ada..."

"...needs our help, Tom..."

"...could be a spy..."

Viktoria's heart raced as she tried to make out more of the conversation. She knew her situation was precarious--a stranger from the future, suddenly appearing in the midst of one of history's most notorious criminal families. She had to be careful.

The voices in the hallway grew louder, more heated. Suddenly, Thomas Shelby strode back into the room, his icy gaze fixed on Viktoria.

"Right then," he said, his voice low and controlled. "Let's hear it. Who are you really, and what are you doing here?"

Viktoria took a deep breath, weighing her options. The truth seemed impossible, but lying to Thomas Shelby seemed even more dangerous.

"My name is Viktoria Wilson," she began, her voice steadier than she felt. "And I… I'm from the future. The year 2019, to be exact."

Arthur barked out a laugh, but Thomas's expression remained unchanged, his piercing blue eyes studying Viktoria intently.

"The future," Thomas repeated, his voice flat. "And how, pray tell, did you manage that?"

Viktoria swallowed hard. "I don't know. I was in a cemetery in 2019, and I… I don't know, I sort of made a wish. To be far away. And then suddenly, I was here."

Arthur scoffed. "Tommy, you can't possibly believe this nonsense."

But Thomas held up a hand, silencing his brother. He took a step closer to Viktoria, his gaze never wavering. "Prove it," he said simply.

Viktoria's mind raced. How could she possibly prove she was from the future without changing history? She reached into her pocket, pulling out her smartphone. "This is a phone," she said.

Thomas's eyes narrowed as he examined the sleek device in Viktoria's hand. "That's no phone I've ever seen," he said, his voice laced with skepticism.

Viktoria pressed the power button, but the screen remained dark. "It's not working now, but in my time, these are everywhere. They're like… portable telephones and computers combined."

Arthur snorted. "Computers? What the bloody hell is that?"

Ada stepped forward. "Tommy, she's telling the truth."

Thomas took the phone from Viktoria's hand, turning it over in his own. His expression remained unreadable, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "If this is true," he said slowly, "then you know things. About the future. About what's to come."

Viktoria hesitated, acutely aware of the dangerous territory she was entering. "I… I do know some things," she admitted cautiously. "But I don't think I should tell you. It could change history."

Thomas's eyes narrowed. "Change history? Or change the future?"

"Both," Viktoria said firmly. "The things you do… they shape the world I come from. If I tell you what happens, you might make different choices. And then the future I know might never exist."

Arthur laughed incredulously. "Tommy, you can't be taking this seriously. She's clearly off her rocker."

But Thomas held up a hand, silencing his brother. He studied Viktoria intently, his piercing blue eyes seeming to look right through her. "You know who we are," he said. It wasn't a question.

Viktoria nodded slowly. "I do. The Shelby family. You're… you're famous in my time. Infamous, really."

Thomas's eyebrows raised slightly at that. "Infamous, eh? And what exactly are we infamous for?"

Viktoria hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "For being… clever businessmen. And for your influence in Birmingham and beyond."

A ghost of a smile played at Thomas's lips. "Clever businessmen. That's one way of putting it." He turned to Ada. "And you believe her story?"

Ada nodded firmly. "I do, Tommy. You should have seen her when we found her. She was completely lost, terrified. And look at her clothes, that strange device. She's not from here, that's for certain."

Thomas was silent for a long moment, his calculating gaze never leaving Viktoria's face. Finally, he nodded slowly.

"Alright," he said. "Let's say, for argument's sake, that I believe you. That you're truly from the future. What do you intend to do now?"

Viktoria felt a wave of relief wash over her, followed quickly by a surge of uncertainty. "I… I don't know," she admitted. "I need to find a way back to my own time, but I have no idea how to do that."

Thomas considered this, his brow furrowed in thought. "And in the meantime? You can't exactly wander around Birmingham dressed like that. People will ask questions."

"She can stay here," Ada interjected quickly. "I'll find her some proper clothes, help her blend in."

Arthur scoffed. "And what are we gonna tell Polly, John and Finn?"

Thomas shot Arthur a sharp look. "We'll tell them the truth. Or at least, enough of it."

Thomas turned back to Viktoria, his expression unreadable. "You'll stay with us, for now. But understand this--you're under our protection, which means you follow our rules. No wandering off, no talking to outsiders about who you are or where you're from. And most importantly, no meddling in our affairs."

Viktoria nodded quickly, relief flooding through her. "Of course. Thank you, Mr. Shelby."

"Tommy," he corrected, a hint of amusement in his voice. "If you're to be staying with us, you might as well use our names."

"Right. Tommy," Viktoria repeated, the name feeling strange on her tongue.

Ada stepped forward, linking her arm with Viktoria's. "Come on, let's find you something more suitable to wear. Can't have you walking around looking like you've stepped out of a moving picture."

Ada led Viktoria upstairs to her room, chattering excitedly about finding her some proper clothes. As they climbed the stairs, Viktoria could hear Thomas and Arthur's muffled voices from below, clearly still discussing her unexpected arrival.

Once in Ada's room, the other woman began rifling through her wardrobe. "You're about my size, I think," she mused, pulling out a deep green dress. "This should do nicely. And we'll need to do something about your hair…"

As Ada fussed over her, Viktoria's mind raced. She was grateful for the Shelbys' protection, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just stepped into the lion's den. These weren't the romanticized characters from the stories and shows she knew--they were real, dangerous people.

"Ada," Viktoria said hesitantly, "I appreciate your help, but… are you sure it's safe for me to stay here? Your brothers, they seem…"

Ada paused in her rummaging, turning to face Viktoria with a knowing smile. "Dangerous?" she finished. "They are. Make no mistake about that. But they're also fiercely loyal to family and those under their protection. And right now, that includes you."

Viktoria nodded, not entirely reassured. "It's just… I've read about them. About the things they've done."

Ada's expression softened. "The stories don't tell everything, you know. My brothers… they've done what they had to do to survive, to thrive in a world that would have crushed them otherwise." She paused, her eyes distant. "But they're not monsters, Viktoria. They're men, with all the complexities that entails."

Viktoria nodded slowly, processing Ada's words. She knew she'd have to be careful, to walk a fine line between gaining the Shelbys' trust and avoiding getting too entangled in their dangerous world.

As Ada helped her into the green dress, cinching the waist tightly, Viktoria's mind wandered to the problem of how to get back to her own time. She had no idea how she'd ended up here, let alone how to reverse it. And the longer she stayed, the more risk there was of her presence altering history in ways she couldn't predict.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. "Ada," came Tommy's voice, "a word."

Ada shot Viktoria an apologetic look before slipping out into the hallway. Viktoria strained to hear their hushed conversation, catching only snippets.

"… keep an eye on her…"

"…not a prisoner, Tommy…"

"…just being cautious…"

The door opened, and Ada re-entered, her expression a mix of exasperation and resignation. "Tommy wants to speak with you," she said to Viktoria. "Don't worry, I'll be right there with you."

Viktoria's heart raced as she followed Ada downstairs. Tommy was waiting in the parlor, a glass of whiskey in hand. His piercing blue eyes swept over Viktoria's new attire.

"Better," he said simply. "Now, sit down. We need to talk."

Viktoria perched nervously on the edge of a chair, Ada taking a seat beside her. Tommy remained standing, his gaze intense.

"I've been thinking about your… situation," he began. "And I have some questions. First, what exactly do you know about us? About our business, our plans?"

Viktoria hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "I know you're involved in… various enterprises. Betting, protection, politics. But the details, the specifics--those aren't clear. History remembers the broad strokes, not necessarily the day-to-day."

Tommy nodded slowly, seeming to consider this. "And what of the future? What becomes of us, of Birmingham?"

Viktoria felt a chill run down her spine. This was dangerous territory. "Mr. Shelby--Tommy--I can't tell you that. Even if I wanted to, it could change everything. The future I know might never come to pass."

Tommy's eyes narrowed. "Or perhaps it ensures that it does." He took a step closer, his voice low and intense. "You say we're infamous in your time. That means we succeed, doesn't it?"

Viktoria swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Tommy's gaze. "Success is… relative," she said carefully. "And the future isn't set in stone. Anything I tell you could change the course of events."

Tommy studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, unexpectedly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Clever girl," he murmured. "You're right to be cautious. But make no mistake - I will find out what you know, one way or another."

Ada shot her brother a warning look. "Tommy, don't threaten her. She's under our protection, remember?"

Tommy held up a hand, placating. "Not a threat, Ada. Just a fact." He turned back to Viktoria. "Now, tell me--how do you intend to get back to your own time?"

Viktoria felt her throat tighten. "I… I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't exactly plan this trip. One moment I was in my time, the next I was here. I have no idea how to reverse it."

Tommy's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing her face for any sign of deception. Finding none, he took a long sip of his whiskey before speaking again. "So you're stuck here, then. Indefinitely."

It wasn't a question, but Viktoria nodded anyway, her hands clasped tightly in her lap to hide their trembling. "Yes, I suppose I am."

Ada leaned forward, placing a comforting hand on Viktoria's arm. "We'll figure something out," she said softly. "In the meantime, you'll stay with us. Right, Tommy?"

Tommy remained silent for a moment, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. Finally, he gave a curt nod. "For now. Until she can find her way back."

The front door was heard opening and closing. Arthur stepped into the room, "They’re back."

Tommy looked at Victoria. "Time to meet the siblings and our aunt."

Viktoria's heart raced as she heard multiple footsteps approaching. She smoothed down her borrowed dress, suddenly acutely aware of how out of place she must look, despite Ada's efforts to help her blend in.

The door swung open, and three figures entered the room. A tall, wiry man with a mischievous glint in his eye, a little boy who couldn't have been more than 10 or 11, and an older woman with sharp features and an air of authority that seemed to command the room.

"Well, well," the woman said, her keen eyes immediately zeroing in on Viktoria. "What do we have here?"

Tommy stepped forward. "Pol, John, Finn--this is Viktoria. She'll be staying with us for a while."

The woman--Polly, Viktoria assumed - raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? And why, pray tell, are we taking in strays?"

Tommy shot Polly a warning look. "She's not a stray, Pol. She's… a friend of Ada's. From out of town."

Polly's eyes narrowed, clearly not buying the explanation. "A friend of Ada's? And how exactly did you two meet?"

Ada jumped in quickly, "We met through a mutual acquaintance. Viktoria's new to Birmingham and needed a place to stay while she gets on her feet."

John, the wiry man, grinned and stepped forward, extending his hand to Viktoria. "Well, welcome to the family then. A beautiful friend of Ada is a friend of ours. I'm John. This little rascal here is Finn," he said, ruffling the young boy's hair.

Viktoria shook John's hand, trying to keep her nerves from showing. "Nice to meet you both," she said, her voice steadier than she felt.

Polly, however, was not so easily swayed. She circled Viktoria slowly, her sharp eyes taking in every detail. "And what exactly do you do, Viktoria? What brings you to Birmingham?"

Viktoria's mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible story. "I'm… a writer," she said, the lie coming to her suddenly. "I'm researching for a novel about life in industrial cities."

Polly's eyebrows raised slightly. "A writer? How interesting. And what kind of novels do you write?"

"Historical fiction," Viktoria replied, thinking quickly. "I try to capture the essence of different time periods, the way people lived and worked."

Tommy interjected smoothly, "Which is why she's staying with us. We're giving her an inside look at life in Small Heath."

Polly's eyes narrowed, darting between Tommy and Viktoria. "An inside look, eh? And how much of an 'inside look' are we giving her, exactly?"

"Only what's necessary, Pol," Tommy said firmly. "Nothing that compromises the family or the business."

Polly pursed her lips, clearly not entirely convinced. "Well then, 'writer,' I hope you find our humble abode…inspirational." Her tone dripped with sarcasm.

Viktoria swallowed hard, forcing a smile. "I'm sure I will. Thank you for your hospitality."

John clapped his hands together. "Right then! Now that introductions are out of the way, how about a drink to welcome our new guest?"

Tommy nodded. "Good idea, John. Viktoria, what's your poison?"

"Oh, um… whiskey, I suppose," Viktoria replied, trying to remember what people typically drank in this era.

Tommy's eyebrows raised slightly, but he nodded approvingly. "A woman after my own heart," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He poured her a glass and handed it over.

Viktoria took a small sip, trying not to grimace at the burn. She wasn't much of a whiskey drinker in her own time, but she knew she had to play the part.

As the family settled in, conversation flowed more freely. John regaled them with a story about a bar fight he'd gotten into the night before, while Finn listened with wide-eyed admiration. Ada chatted with Viktoria, asking her questions about her "writing" and her life before coming to Birmingham.

Polly, however, remained watchful, her sharp eyes never straying far from Viktoria. As the evening wore on, Viktoria could feel the weight of Polly's scrutiny, and she knew she'd have to be extra careful around the family matriarch.

As the clock struck ten, Tommy stood up. "Right, it's getting late. Ada, why don't you show Viktoria to the spare room?"

Ada nodded, rising to her feet. "Of course. Come on, Viktoria, I'll get you settled."

As Viktoria followed Ada out of the room, she could feel Polly's eyes boring into her back. She knew she hadn't fooled the older woman, not completely. But for now, at least, she had a place to stay.

Ada led her up the narrow stairs to a small but tidy room. "It's not much," Ada said apologetically, "but it should do for now."

Viktoria smiled gratefully. "It's perfect, thank you."As Ada turned to leave, Viktoria called out softly, "Ada? Thank you. For everything."

Ada paused in the doorway, her expression softening. "You're welcome. Try to get some rest. Tomorrow's likely to be… interesting."

With that, Ada closed the door, leaving Viktoria alone with her thoughts. She sank onto the narrow bed, her mind reeling from the events of the day. Just this morning, she had been in her own time, living her normal life. Now, she was trapped nearly a century in the past, surrounded by one of the most notorious criminal families in history.

Viktoria's hand drifted to her jacket resting on the bed. She diged into the pocket, where her useless smartphone sat. She pulled it out, staring at the dark screen. It was her only tangible connection to her own time, and now it was nothing more than a useless hunk of metal and glass. She sighed, tucking it back into her pocket. She couldn't risk anyone else seeing it.

As she lay back on the bed, Viktoria's mind raced with questions. How had she ended up here? More importantly, how was she going to get back? And what would happen if she couldn't?

The sound of muffled voices drifted up from downstairs. Viktoria strained to hear, catching snippets of conversation.

"…can't trust her, Tommy…"

"…know what you're doing…"

"…dangerous game…"

Viktoria's stomach churned. She knew she was walking a dangerous line. The Shelbys had taken her in, but their trust was fragile. One wrong move, one slip-up, and she could find herself in serious trouble.

She tossed and turned for hours, her mind unable to quiet. When she finally drifted off, her dreams were a chaotic mix of past and present--smartphones and horse-drawn carriages, skyscrapers and smoky factories.

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mariacallous · 17 days ago

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If you actually measure the amount of time you spend scrolling through algorithm-led social media feeds each day, it will probably add up to more hours and minutes than you’d guess. Time can quickly slip away while you're checking up on friends, celebrities, the news, and the viral memes of the day.

The term doomscrolling has sprung up to describe this behavior, which, let's face it, isn't usually the most edifying or the best for our mood. It's no surprise that the word began to gain traction at the start of the Covid-19 pandemic, a period of lockdowns and social isolation that we're still feeling the effects of.

There are ways to fight back against doomscrolling though, some of which are built into your phone and can be enabled with a couple of taps. See how much time and mental well-being they can help you reclaim.

(The Android instructions below apply to Pixel phones running Android 15 or later. If you're using something different, you should be able to find similar features and settings, though they might not be in exactly the same place).

Turn Off Notifications

News and social media alerts can drag you into apps when you weren't even thinking about checking them. Disabling notifications can keep you from getting sucked in. You can shut off notifications altogether or just quieten them.

On Android, head to Settings, then tap Notifications > App notifications. On iOS, from Settings choose Notifications to see an app list.

Delete Apps

For a more extreme approach, you can delete these apps from your mobile devices entirely, which stops you from checking them at all. On Android, you can drag an app from the app drawer up to the Uninstall button at the top of the screen. On iOS, tap and hold on an app in the app library, then choose Delete App from the pop-up menu.

Deleting apps on an iPhone Courtesy of David Nield

This may just lead you to check these apps more often on the web—but you can always delete your accounts entirely. This is usually not too difficult to do: In the case of X, for example, head to the website and log in, then click More > Settings and privacy > Your account > Deactivate your account and follow the instructions.

Put Your Phone in Another Room

You could consider putting your phone in a different room during parts of the day—especially at bedtime, to avoid doomscrolling when you should be sleeping.

Note that several studies have shown that just having a phone in the same room with you can have an impact on your attention and focus, even if you don't actually pick it up and use it.

Set Screen Time Limits

Modern phones come with built-in tools that allow you to limit your screen time, so you can put restrictions on how long you use specific apps and how long you're on your phone overall. Of course, you're able to disable these limits as easily as you can enable them—it's your phone after all—but you can use them in combination with your own willpower to change your habits.

If you're on Android, you can open Settings and choose Digital Wellbeing and Parental Controls, then App limits, to put some restrictions in place. Over on iOS, from Settings tap Screen Time, then App & Website Activity. On both platforms, you get a pretty detailed breakdown of how you've been spending your time on your phone.

Scroll Something Else

If you must spend time on your phone (what else are you going to do on the subway platform?), you can replace social media and news with apps like Calm for mindful meditation; Blinklist for reading summaries of books, podcasts, and talks; and Kindle for ebook reading, which will also be synced to your actual Kindle, if you have one.

Tell Your Phone It’s Bedtime

Enabling a bedtime schedule on Android Courtesy of David Nield

Both Android and iOS now let you set a specific bedtime on your phone, the idea being that it helps you wind down properly by steering you away from opening apps and doomscrolling into the early hours. These bedtime modes put limits on incoming notifications, dim the screen, and give you the option of using a more simplified phone interface late at night.

If you're on Android, open the Clock app and switch to the Bedtime tab: You can set start and end times for the mode and access settings such as turning the screen gray at a specific hour. On iPhone, head to the main iOS Settings screen, then tap Focus, then Sleep. The next screen will show all the available options and timers.

Get a Reminder to Stop

This is iPhone only, but Adam Davidson over at How-To Geek has a neat idea: Create an iOS shortcut to generate a snarky message from ChatGPT or Claude AI that warns about the harm of doomscrolling, and have it go off every time you open certain apps. The message can be shown on screen or read aloud.

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worldbuilding-tomfoolery · 1 month ago

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Cantrip Cards -- fantasy iphones

In my DnD 5e world, magic is so abundant, it's begging to be used. Since wizard spells come down to learning how to manipulate the Weave to create different effects, I've ruled anyone could hypothetically learn any wizard spell, provided they can get the levels. (Some places are so saturated that you can cast almost any spell as a ritual in 30 seconds, but that's another story.) They can also learn any and all wizard cantrips, as long as they put in the time.

They can also program cantrips into their version of computers. Much like ear buds use tiny vibrations to trick us into hearing much lower tones, magi-engineers have figured out how to pluck at the threads of the Weave on a tiny, localized level to produce a variety of wizard spells. They've developed "mini wizards," simple machines that can produce the requisite sounds and movements to trigger one particular magical effect each, and made them responsive to conducted magic, so that anyone in possession of one can activate the device with a gentle tap. If they have an available slot at the spell's level, the miniwiz will activate, expend the spell slot, and fire off its programmed magic.

In the case of cantrips, everyone with any magical affinity at all has the "slots" for those. Zero-level mini wizards are very popular, and a new technology has arisen that puts several of them in arm's reach. Meet the Cantrip Card, this world's equivalent to a smartphone. It's become just as ubiquitous in some places. The CC consists of several mass-manufactured mini wizards programmed for popular cantrips, situated on a handheld object. A lot of these are roughly the size and shape of a playing card, but they can take other forms. Some CCs are in coin form, stored in a purse. Be-cantripped knife handles are pretty common. And some are like beads on a rosary. To cast a spell, you rub the object in whatever way makes sense, nudge a bit of magic into it, and the miniwiz will do its thing.

Any wizard cantrip could be present on a Cantrip Card, but there is a "core utility list" you'll see almost everywhere. These are the dead-useful spells you want on you every day: Light, Mage Hand, Mending, Message, Minor Illusion (or occasionally Prestidigitation), Mold Earth, Shape Water, and Encode Thoughts. These are frequently called the Core 8, and many CCs come pre-installed with them.

There are some other utility spells which aren't as ubiquitous, but still popular among the right crowds. Chief among them are Blade Ward (especially useful in a broadened form that protects against accidents), Control Flames, Create Bonfire, Dancing Lights, On/Off, and Friends. Friends has a lot of legal regulations put on it, and you have to "jailbreak" a lot of CCs before you can install it. But Friends mini wizards are definitely available.

There are also combat-focused Cantrip Cards, though these ones are highly regulated. Only those who are authorized to engage in combat are legally allowed to possess these CCs, and even then, many of them contained attenuated versions of the spells.

The easy access to utility cantrips has transformed the world and made their use very normal. You'll see a CC somewhere on almost everyone's person, be it in a pocket, a purse, stitched into buttons, or straight i their hands. Word on the cobblestone path is people are figuring out how to program and transmit Minor Illusions right on the surface of cards. Once they master that, I imagine we'll see a lot of phone scrolling in this high fantasy world.

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 3 months ago

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A Humans Touch

“What the hell, Bill?” you groaned, eyes narrowing as you watched the creature in question fly down in front of your face.

Indifference seeped from his tone as he shrugged. “Oops. Musta bumped into ‘em what they were muddling around.”

Scowling, you turned around and immediately began to panic once more as you took note of the smartphone in Jax’s hand. “He’s not gonna hurt you!

They paused, thumb poised above what you fretfully guessed to be the ‘begin call’ button to something like animal services or the police. “He?”

“Yeah. Just try to take a deep breath. I one-hundred percent understand how you’re feeling right now.” The thought of how accurate that statement was would’ve made you grin if you weren’t seriously panicking. If you remembered correctly, you might have actually been in the exact same position at this point. “But it’s all gonna be okay. I promise. Just hear me out, alright?”

Reluctance was simmering over their still fearful features, but Jax slowly lowered the phone regardless and awaited your explanation.

And so you told them everything.

At this point, they had gotten up, collecting themselves enough to draw closer and examine Bill. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just… I just figured you might react badly.”

I just don’t trust you enough to keep a secret

Not one like this

I don’t think anyone could

“Well, at first, yeah,” they returned in admittance. “I thought I was high.” You chuckled. “Yeah, I get that.”

“But he’s amazing! Do you understand how incredible this is?” Hesitance now washed away by the flood of discovery, they reached out a finger, hoping to possibly skim over Bill’s exterior, but receiving a quick slap in return.

“Hands off, strawberry top.”

The harsh response and surprising moniker had them raising an eye in your direction.

“He doesn’t care to use people’s real names. Probably your hair,” you answered, gesturing toward the scarlet tinted roots mixing into the bleached curls.

The reason potentially being because he didn’t believe humans worthy of the proper identification was something that you left out.

For now.

However, the stark, inconsiderate callousness of Bill’s personality might not have mattered at all. Jax was now looking at their hand in wonder, almost like that had been kissed by an angel rather than being struck by a demon. A fatal determination had begun to darken their eyes, only fragmented by the everpresent glow of amazement reflecting off dilated pupils.

“You’ve got to let me join.”

Confusion had you blinking stupidly back at them. “Join? Join what?”

“Well, you’ve been studying him, right?”

“A bit, I suppose,” you replied with a weak shrug.

“So, let me join in.” They shot up, the insistence of their plea carrying over from their tone to their assured expression to the hands that were now gripping your shoulders just a bit too tightly. “I swear on my life I won’t tell anyone. And think of all the scientific revolutions we could make! All the people we could help!”

Swallowing, you looked toward Bill, noticing the complete lack of concern overtaking his form as he began to attempt balancing a ballpoint pen on the edge of his finger. Regardless, you were positive he was paying attention to your conversation.

“Okay.”

⭒⋆△⋆⭒

“That was not okay!”

You slammed your door shut, flinching slightly as the sound clamored across your dorm room. Hastily unzipping your bag, you grabbed a notebook and began to organize your course calendars for the upcoming semesters. Busywork was an easy outlet whenever you were feeling stressed.

Work was something you knew.

Something you could control. “Oh my, is somebody jealous?”

Ink began to bleed into your paper as you scoffed with incredulousness, a black hole starting to suck your rushed lettering into its ebony stomach. It threatened to seep through the parchment, infectious tar staining the aged wood underneath. “Obviously not!”

But somewhere deep, concealed in the depths of your consciousness and buried amongst all the other thoughts you would refuse to acknowledge, he was right.

The notion that this otherworldly being had chosen to follow you home, chosen to stay despite having literal worlds to explore, had brought an undeniable emotion of pride along with it. It was that feeling of being just the slightest bit special that you had raced after for most of your adult life, grasp inching closer with every A or personal achievement, just to slip through the skin of your fingers every time you took a moment to visualize just how unremarkable your life had really been.

Most children want to make a difference, to leave a more significant mark on this Earth than some governmental documents and a gravestone. Naturally, as time goes on, that hopeful gleam is dulled by the expectations. Bills and debt and lack of time slowly corrode at those aspirations, chipping away until the idea of even a stable life began unachievable.

You always found it funny how the journey of a ‘normal’ life was seen as unimportant by many, despite the fact that so many fail to achieve even that.

With him, it was easy to feel a little bit less trapped within the confines of society's standards; it was easy to feel special.

Still, that wasn’t exactly it either, was it?

Over the time you had spent together, you had found yourself, albeit a tad unwillingly, slowly considering Bill a friend. Of course, he was rude and more than a touch inconsiderate at times, but your humor was sufficiently dark to handle his own callous remarks. You enjoyed his company enough to ignore the giant warning flags flitting in front of you, their own clothed edges stitched and signed with his own threats.

So, yes.

Maybe you were a bit jealous.

But there was absolutely no chance of him ever getting the benefit of knowing it.

“Aww, don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re still my favorite pet.”

Setting the pen down this time, you hesitated and turned to face him with a raised eyebrow. “Pet?”

At this point, he seemed to have silently shifted back into his mortal form, tall stature looming over your seated position. He slipped a hand under your chin, gently lifting it up so your eyes could meet his. “Of course! I always enjoy having a human plaything in my back pocket.”

You frowned, jerking your face away from his touch. A quiet warmth started to heat your cheeks at the unprecedented newness of the contact. He was a touchy guy, sure, but that had felt grossly intimate in a way that had you shivering. “I’m not a dog, Bill.”

“Eh, all you Earth creatures are the same one way or the other.” He waved you off with a smirk. “And regardless, you didn’t seem too bothered. Didn’t even think to ask me before agreeing to work with someone else.”

A small pang of guilt thumped in your chest as you paused. “Okay, well, I’m sorry about that.”

On some front, he was exactly right. He hadn’t seemed precisely concerned about your answer to Jax. Though, when would he ever be? Still, you could have easily pulled him aside and asked, ignoring the formidable call to immediately please those around you for just a few damn minutes.

“You’re forgiven.” “You’re ridiculous,” you sighed.

“But you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried. I’m far too interesting.”

A small grin bled through your attempts to remain indignant. “And so modest.”

It was always so much harder to stay irritated when it was panic, the usual poltergeist, instead of actual vexation possessing you. Anger seemed to be ever elusive for you, quickly replaced by self blame or sadness that made it irritatingly difficult to hold your ground within an argument.

But wasn’t it just so much nicer to apologize for your own wrongdoings and move on, rather than stew in rage regarding another’s?

Unhealthy, maybe, but still nicer.

That route would have boiled you alive one way or another, simmering wrath radiating from someone you cared about easily melting your defenses until there was no stubbornness left, only the pathetic plea for forgiveness.

Because that’s what you really felt, wasn’t it?

Stubbornness.

You couldn’t be angry towards those you were silently grateful for even offering you a spot in their life at all.

So it was an unfortunate truth that you were unable to stay mad for long, regardless of how much this slight issue had you crumbling in a panicked frenzy.

Besides, it’s not like this would affect you too much, right?

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Wrong.

If you weren't currently being deprived of your rarely precious chances of sleeping past noon, it definitely might have been comical to see how differently you and Jax took to work.

It's not that you were lazy, per se.

It just happened that your type of studying employed a less direct approach.

All doctors studied their patients, whether it be something like pediatrics or brain surgery. They would research, taking in all past issues and ailments ranging from mental to physical to ancestral. Then, some might even experiment.

That may be a crude word for it, sure, but no one really knows for sure how a person will react with treatments or medications. Bodily functions might be thrown into disarray as medical practitioners tried to play God, maneuvering through hormone levels with pill bottles and gloved fingers.

If everything went well, they would continue to analyze, yearly checkups and chaotically signed prescription slips ensuring an improvement.

For those who could afford it, at least.

So, yes, you were fairly certain that all doctors, and most other professionals in the scientific field, studied those around them.

However, it was massively easier to get someone to open up when you approached their issues as a friend as opposed to an examiner, a helpful factoid that you had learned fairly early on in your journey of psychological education.

Your comrade, on the other hand, definitely had a different strategy.

It had begun three days ago with a text asking to meet around nine in the morning, a time no self-respecting college student would ever adhere to during break. Still, you had set a few alarms and braved the campus grounds to meet with your new study partner.

Jax had become a complete force of nature, a hurricane of inquiries and school supplies.

Unlike your own, their questions hid behind no friendliness. They barreled through any social expectations that were usually of a scientific survey, the blatant directness

And it was actually their blunt inquisitiveness that had you realizing just how little you knew about Bill.

Do you know how old he is?

Old.

Where is he from?

A different universe.

Any blood relations?

None that he cares to talk about.

Apparently, the candid interviews were a sorry opponent to Bill’s diverting answers and you could almost feel the silent annoyance overtaking your friend. At this point, they had been asking you things instead, hopeful, but ultimately mistaken, that you had any more information on him to reveal.

None that they would appreciate to know anyway.

It wasn’t surprising that a cryptozoologist wouldn’t have any interest in the psychological activities of one of their specimens, especially seeing as most of those critters lacked any sort of transcribable mental processes at all.

While it did make you feel a bit useless, you understood their frustration.

Bill was a treasure trove of scientific revolution, but you both seemed to have lost the key. It must have been irritatingly tempting for Jax to just grab a sledge hammer and smash that chest open, hoping that they might avoid a rough case of tetanus from the splintered wood.

So you had tried your best to keep your mouth shut when they began to delve further, ignoring your own personal desire to pair analysis with a side of empathetic patience.

Besides, Bill had always been horrendously stubborn and haughty, so you had no doubts that if he didn’t appreciate any of the investigation tactics, he would promptly call for a stop.

And that he did.

You had to bite back a graceless mix between a laugh and a groan of disbelief when Jax asked for a blood sample. Their needle-holding hand had received another quick slap before Bill flew off, shooting a middle finger as he took a seat on your left shoulder.

“Is he always that touchy?” Your lab partner asked, noticing as their specimen leaned back carelessly above your collarbone.

“Only on his own terms.” By now, you had gotten used to the constant handsyness, even if you weren’t close to being allowed to initiate the same amount of contact in return.

“Why is he even staying with you anyway?”

The question had you stiffen slightly in hurt as you tried to remain vigilant of their usual bluntness. “I’m honestly not even sure. He tried to make a deal for my body in return or power, riches, knowledge, etc, Supernatural style, but I said no-”

“You said no?”

“Yeah…” You swallowed, taking note of their addled expression. “Just doesn’t seem worth it.”

With a short hum, they went back to writing, scrawling itch of an old, drying pen against parchment meeting with the clock on the back wall to battle the quiet.

Tick tick tick

The sound echoed over the silence, consistent tap slowly drawing you into a hypnotic lull. It slowly began to fizzle away into that lethargic sludge that was your current state of mind, molding to match your heartbeat until the room slowly started to fade away as well.

“Sleepy?”

You flinched, blinking back the fogginess clouding your vision to see a knowing smile. “Oh, yeah, sorry.” Clumsily laughing the drowsiness off, you looked to your upper left, catching the clock that had you near snoozing in your line of sight. “It’s already six. Are you getting hungry at all?”

Jax followed your gaze and sighed, almost as if the insatiable human demand for sustenance was merely a time wasting roadblock to their “Damn, you’re right. Want me to go and grab something?”

“I got it. Besides, I’ve got a coupon for the Indian place down the road that expires in a few days. You guys just hang out here.” You waved them off politely, glancing down at the small pyramid now seated in your lap.

Halfway expecting an objection, you had been suspiciously surprised to receive a lazed ‘whatever’ in return to your proclamation of leaving.

For such a supposedly blasé creature, Bill was quite clingy.

To you, at least.

Much to Jax’s annoyance, he seemed to answer your questions a hideously obviously lot more than he would their own.

Even worse was when you had to slip away to get a sip of water or grab a snack from the nearby vending machine. He refused to stay in the classroom, instead opting to follow you out into the hallway.

It was a personality trait that had you extremely enticed to start making teasing comments for each instance, but equally reluctant to drive that behavior away.

Which is why the distrustful ease of his response had you slightly weary, but it definitely wasn’t enough to keep either of you from a proper meal. “Okay. I’ll be back in half an hour. Just be careful, I guess.”

Unease gnawed at your stomach as you left the building, gray walls of concrete meeting a seemingly ever equally lifeless sky. The lacking sun had the wind nipping at your skin and your leisurely walk turned into a slow jog in hopes of getting inside once more.

It just now occurred to you how Bill hadn’t yet decided to morph into his human form in front of Jax, something that you made a mental note to disclose later for research purposes.

Of course, it did make a bit of sense.

You had been interested in all the ways that made him human.

Jax was interested in everything that made him not.

Bill was a performer, that was something you had noticed very early on.

All these thoughts paddled through your mind as you walked across town, buzzing ideas just enough to distract you from the chilliness until you reached the desired eatery.

Herbs and spices greeted your nose as you walked in, cold air battling the warmth from inside and quickly meeting a cozy defeat. The sound of sizzling meat enfolded your frigid ears, crisp vibration promising a savory feast.

Darkness embraced the room, scattered lamps providing enough light to contribute to the homey atmosphere.

Reflecting the grin, you began the order, receiving a steaming bag of containerized goodness fifteen minutes later.

Heat radiated from the package and you set off towards campus once again, cradling in close to your midsection as you allowed the warmth to soak into you.

It was a wasteland now, but it wouldn’t be like that for long. The next semester would begin in a little under two weeks, summoning all the chaos and frenzy of syllabus day. Students would be rushing all over, excited chatter masking the assurance hidden nerves that came with each new class.

Last year, you were exactly the same. Funnily enough, it was practically impossible to worry about something like grades right now.

The world you lived in made it easy to be anxious, whether it be about something like school or finances or relationships. You, unfortunately, found it even more effortless to find miniscule factors to uneasy about. Of course, the abundance of experience, along with years in therapy, meant that you were able to ignore the baseless apprehensions quite well.

Which is why it was extremely annoying that you were unable to expunge the dark mass of worry bubbling in your gut. The heavy feeling contrasted with the flitful lightness sitting in your chest, almost as if you could float away at any moment. It seemed to reflect the idea of control drifting too, fizzling away in the atmosphere. As always, you went over everything in your life that could possibly be going wrong, along with the worst possible consequences. It was a tiny exercise that helped you get your bearings and re-evaluate the potential harmfulness of your current situation. However, you were unable to come up with anything of note.

So why am I so scared?

Nearly going two steps at a time, you made your way up the stairs, letting out a sigh of relief as you opened the door. Jax was hunched over their desk with their face buried in a pile of notes, almost exactly the way you had left them.

“Sorry that took so long. They didn’t have any more of the curry you wanted, so they had to make a new batch. But now you get to have it fresh off the stove!” You set the bag down, glancing around for your triangularly shaped friend. “Where’s Bill?”

Silence.

“Jax?”

“Hey, doc.”

The response had you looking around for Bill, that grating, male voice seemingly hidden behind your lab partner.

“You alright?” Leaning to the side, you searched for any evidence of an interdimensional creature being concealed among Jax’s mountain of papers. But it was nothing, just an exhausted grad student exploited by their own need for knowledge.

Overworked, but normal.

And then they turned.

Revealing two giant, yellow eyes.

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