#Frameshift

[frameshiftworks]

"An Audience For My Death"

Morgan? Honey? You doing good?

[frameshiftworks]

Seriously, don’t

couples t shirts that say “please ask me about birds” and “please for the love of god don’t ask her about birds”

[satirn]

stuff from art class

[pkmn-frameshift]

*dusts blog off*

So, as you can probably tell from the six whole years of complete silence, Frameshift kind of.... fell by the wayside. Despite my best intentions at the time, i simply couldn't keep up the creative momentum for this undertaking. I've had plenty of ideas and concepts for where a few lines could go, but there were so many that I just could not work out (the middle forms of the Oraquill line, in particular, proved elusive in both name and appearance), and my ability to actually generate proper art seems to have wibbled on and off - and while I made several attempts to get back into Frameshift, I never could quite recapture what I've previously done with it, and I think I have to face the facts and admit that I... likely won't, at least in the foreseeable future. Not going to say I'm never going to revisit this little project - but for now, I may as well close the book on this particular endeavor and let it quietly pass into the sea of daily-pokedex-drawing-challenges that never made it.

But before I do, I have two last Frameshift 'mon to share - creatures that I actually succeeded in conceptualizing and drawing years ago, and were simply waiting for their evolutionary predecessors that, unfortunately, never took shape. These are Oraqueen and Oraking, the Psychic/Ice type equivalents of Nidoqueen and Nidoking. Oraqueen, the Seer Pokémon, forms orbs of ice which she can use as a scrying focus in order to divine patterns that can be exploited in her foes' attacks or weak spots in their defense, to better support her allies in combat. This in contrast with Oraking, the Warlock Pokémon, whom uses staves formed of ice as a focus for a channeling the elements and amplifying their power - and is the more offense-oriented of the two.

Goodnight, sweet prince, and flights of weirdly-reaspected-angels sing thee to thy rest.

[kabr0ztrousers]

ngl kinda just need oviposition with ftm reader. thats all LMAO

An FtM reader? A little tricky seeing I don't have any lived experience in that field, but this series was about pushing myself in new creative directions, so let's see what happens!

Kabr0z Writes Episode 35: Interdiction

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: oviposition; noncon; brainwashing; weird science; loss of property; alien abduction; kidnap; forced impregnation; inflation; egg inflation

A/N: Another sci-fi story because I did a feral egging scene recently, and while that's pretty hot variety really is the spice of life. I'm also couching this one in the world of Elite, so that's fun.

Still taking the time to remind you all that requests are free and open, I have a bit of a backlog after yesterday to work through but if you ask for something, it'll probably happen!

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Exit Frameshift in three, two, one...

Bang. You pulled hard on the stick, steering away from the star and zeroing the throttle. The reality of supercruise means you're still moving at about 30 klicks a second, but that's as close to stationary when considering distances measured in light-seconds. You steered to your next jump vector and rose from your flight seat. Not best practice, your engine emissions a beacon across the whole system, but you're well past the pirate belt in uncharted space. The only contacts you'll see out here are either enterprising extreme-range miners or the desperate pirates preying on them, even they're vanishingly rare.

Space is big. Really big. Even a star system is small in comparison. There's a good chance nobody's ever been here before.

The thought comforted you as you rehydrated some food and applied your hormones. You thought back to home: a dump of a refinery station in the middle of Alliance space. You'd watch the spacers in the huge type-9 haulers bring in kilotons of ore at a time. You'd tried flying freight. The money's good, and there's no passengers to annoy you, but the trade routes were samey and the pirates were always hungry for a mark. You did exactly as much as you needed to kit out your Diamondback and set off for Beagle Point. They say reaching the end of everything changes you. You needed to see for yourself.

You never made it there.

Halfway through your tray of food-flavoured protein paste your instrument panel lit up. Something was flying hard up your tailpipe, probably not friendly.

You hit the leather of the flight chair and gunned the throttle, wrestling the interdiction beam threatening to pull you out of supercruise. You were moving too slow, and the other ship had the headstart on you. Lights dimmed and smoke rose from your console as your FSD struggled to dump heat into the rest of the ship. You'd lost main power, battery backups kicked in to maintain air as you craned to see what had caught you.

You couldn't see the ship so much as see where it blotted out stars. A great dark silhouette threatening to crush you in its absence of form.

A great maw opened on the surface of the object, drawing nearer to you. Your docking computer flared to life and started calculating vectors, bringing you in to land even as you struggled to disengage it. The whole ship jolted as you touched down, almost throwing you from your seat.

You grabbed a pulse rifle and flipped your table, it wasn't much cover, but it'd have to do.

Splintering glass. You flew backwards in a rush of wind as the cockpit depressurised, the emergency helmet in your flight suit deploying around your head, just before something hit you, and you lost consciousness.

You awoke connected to monitors, a tube sticking down your throat. Two large reptilian... men? were talking. You assume they were talking, and assume they were men. They were heavily built, upright, bipedal, and wore long white gowns, the purplish light in the room casting them in faint lavender.

They looked at you. One clipped a smooth piece of metal to the side of its face

"Greetings, you have been captured" The alien's voice was strangely familiar.

It was the voice from the Galnet broadcasts

"Where am I? What have you done with my ship? You tried to pull the tube from your mouth, but your hands were restrained to the slab you were lay on.

"Your vessel has been disassembled for study. Your technology and biology has been categorised."

Your heart broke. That ship was your pride and joy, you knew every inch of it, and now it's gone. You slumped back, staring up at the ceiling as the newsreader voice continued.

"We have identified that your biology is acceptable to host our eggs. This is the reason you have been revived. Implantation has a greater success rate when the subject is not anaesthetised"

You jolted up. Eggs? The fuck?

The lizards approached you. You could see now their robes were open at the front revealing their bodies. They were each holding scissors.

They cut you out of your clothes. First opening the reinforced kevlar of your flight suit as though it was tissue paper, then snipping through your binder and boxers revealing your naked, hairy body.

One placed a metal disk on your midriff, where you felt it stick. They pressed a button on a control pad and electricity started pulsing through you. Your hair stood on end as your nipples hardened and your cunt moistened, your bulbous clit standing erect. The lizards looked at one another, and their hands fell upon you. Two fingers were shoved down your throat, making you gag as the other set to work on your pussy. Both ends of you were being worked, forced to produce fluids and lubricate you for what was to come. The throat slime rising in your mouth and the insistent fingertips on your slit. The one at your pussy grabbed your clit between two fingers and started jerking it, rubbing the hood over your tdick.

Your struggling against your bonds turned to writhing in pleasure, bucking your hips against the lizard's hand. Its fingers pushed inside you and started pumping, his other hand still jacking you off. You couldn't resist sucking on the fingers in your mouth as your orgasm washed over you, moaning around the hand in your mouth and squirting thin fluid from your cunt at the alien servicing you. The hands released you. You held your mouth open and presented your cunt to them, eager for more.

You could see cocks emerging from the slots on their crotches, dripping fluid and pulsing.

They fell upon you. In a flash your cunt was filled, your clit grinding against the rough scales on the lizard's belly. The other lizard followed suit, burying himself in your throat. His precum was sour and slimy, easily lubricating him as he pounded into your mouth and throat. The tube seemed to be to breathe through, otherwise you'd definitely pass out on the rod forcing its way down.

You could feel another orgasm pressing against you, making your cunt clench against the cock inside you as the lizard's thrusting rubbed your clit. The device on your belly pulsed harder and you heard both of the reptiles grunt in anticipation. They could clearly feel it too, fucking your holes even harder and filling you with that slimy pre. The pulses made you ache. You kept humping against the cock in your cunt, tongue sticking out to lick at the one in your throat even as it ravaged you. One of them grabbed your tits, rubbing your erect nipples and pushing you over the edge.

Your body twisted as you clenched and squirted all over the one in your pussy. Your eyes defocused and crossed. Both lizards hilted in you at once, the lewd sounds you kept making clearly pushing them over the edge.

The bases of their cocks expanded, locking them in. One pushed against the entrance of your womb, the other halfway down your throat. They started to throb and pulse, twitching as the lizards groaned. You felt thick cum flood you before solid objects started moving down them. One after another, eggs pushed into you, bulging your belly and pressing up against one another.

Your skin stretched until the metal device popped off you. The cloud of desire lifted from you and you tried to scream, wheezing down the tube leading into your airway until one of the aliens grabbed it and pressed it against your ass.

You almost orgasmed again when it started back up, each egg driving a wave of excitement and arousal through your body as they flowed into your womb and your stomach.

You were bulging and round when they pulled out, gravid and pregnant with dozens and dozens of eggs. The one at your pussy slapped your ass when he pulled out, the sudden shock sending another firecracker-orgasm through you, making you whimper and twitch, unable to move for the volume of eggs in you

The lizards left the room, and you felt numbness flow through you again, surrendering yourself to drugged sleep

You never did reach Beagle Point

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I feel like I was able to keep the Elite technobabble to a minimum here, most of the terms are pretty self-explanatory and no worse than Trek can be

Either way, my research has shown that if I remind you at the top and bottom of an episode to send an ask if you have a request, I get traction. So please, if there's something you want me to try out, revisit, reimagine, or you just want to send a dirty picture, my asks and DMs are open and I'm always hungry for ideas!

[blessphemy]

I do gotta say though the speaking of a metaphor as THE climactic scene in the book is just nuts to me. man I was standing up and pacing and pulling on my hair when the metaphor dropped and it all snapped together so perfectly I don’t know how the author did that. how did I not see it coming how was it the most obvious crux of it all it was everything this calamity was coming towards. the entire frameshift of reality and communication.

[littlehungrywarriorcats]

I have chocolate dad and red mom, and I want their kit to be black tortie.

Father is b/b, but Bc mom is red. I don't know if she can be B/B bc she is red, so Idk how to do the punnet square. Can the mom be red but still has the B/B just not expressed bc she is red?¿ I'm just confused 😅 Idk how to explain my problem properly, but I hope you know what I'm talking about(I hope I explained it properly,but English is my third language so I'm not too good at this explaining thing😅)

Everyone always has their entire genome! Let's think about it logically, step-by-step:

Imagine if a ginger cat didn't have any B locus. When they breed with a black cat, then the baby would only get 1 B from the black parent and nothing from the ginger parent. Then the resulting offspring would be hemizygous: O/o (or O/Y) B/nothing.

Now imagine if that happened many, many times. Eventually, two B/nothing cats breed and have a 25% chance of producing a child who's o/o but ALSO has no B locus. What color would they be??

Additionally, imagine an O/o cat with no B locus. What color would their non-ginger patches be?

And that's just thinking about color! Genes all ALL kinds of things. If an entire locus was missing, unless it was an exact multiple of 3, you're gonna get a DEVISTATING frameshift mutation. Click [this link], click on "Gene ontology," and see how many things JUST KIT does! Not having a whole locus is a usually deadly mutation.

Think about it the other way, too: HOW would being orange make them lose their Black locus? Is the O locus - on a totally different chromosome - reaching over and...eating it?? Where is the material going? What's happening? What do you imagine is the process that causes a B locus to not exist in a ginger cat?

Your english is lovely btw :) If you need me to break any of this down more, or word it differently, or draw things to help you understand it better, just let me know!

[frameshiftworks]

I'm alive! I've just been swallowed by uni work! But I've been missing drawing the girls so much, so here they are being cute and wonderful guh I love them. Hopefully I'll have time for more sketching soon :)

[satirn]

i love this shade of red<3 [lyrics].

[osean-kitty]

Dusted off the Diamondback Explorer since the Anaconda is over kill for ground missions in Elite. It's soooooo much more nibble and responsive than the Anaconda, which shouldn't be suprising since the Explorer is a small ship and the Anaconda is one of the largest ships you can buy.

Also upgraded the frameshift drive to the Pre-engineered on I got for contributing to the final Titan's destruction. And it went from a 33ly max range per jump to 60ly per jump. It'll definitely be my goto ship for traveling around the bubble now.

[la-li-lu-le-lol]

Hellooo, chapter 2 of Frameshift is up. Snake and Otacon get a bit of a clearer picture of what’s happening, and Snake starts to see the upper limits of his impulse control. This one contains blood and gore, nerdy mission and tech details, and some delicious psychological horror.

[callstheadventurescience]

Having one of those days where nothing is going right. NCBI is telling me my GenBank upload is full of frameshift errors when I sure as hell know that it isn't. My vet office had an internal miscommunication and my cat's meds aren't actually ready for pickup and we have to reschedule her appointment. Publix says my pick up order was never received despite having a confirmation number.

My brain feels like it's on fire from trying to handle and manage everything today, and my long term fosters are going to their forever home today and I'm grieving their impending absence in my home and in my life. All this when in reality I should be focusing solely on writing my dissertation. It's just a lot.

[er-cryptid]

Molecular Genetics Vocabulary

DNA -- deoxyribonucleic acid -- contains genetic information

DNA Replication -- occurs during S-phase of cell cycle -- semi-conservative replication -- built in a 5' to 3' direction -- helicase unzips double strand -- DNA polymerase adds the nucleotides

Frameshift Mutation -- deletion or addition of nucleotides -- shifts reading frame

Missense Mutation -- substitution of wrong nucleotide into DNA -- still produces a protein

Nonsense Mutation -- substitution of wrong nucleotide into DNA -- produces an early stop codon

Transcription -- process by which RNA is synthesized on a DNA template

RNA Processing -- introns spliced out -- exons glued together

Translation -- process by which the mRNA specified sequence of amino acids is lined up on a ribosome for protein synthesis

Codon -- three nucleotides -- codes for a particular amino acid

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[ao3feed-otasune]

by Reivalk

In which Snake gets bitten by Vamp during Big Shell, and things begin to go wrong.

Words: 2737, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Metal Gear

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Solid Snake, Otacon (Metal Gear), Raiden (Metal Gear), Vamp (Metal Gear)

Relationships: Otacon/Solid Snake

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Vampires, Horror, Psychological Horror, Blood and Gore, Corruption, Canon-Typical Science Bullshit, Blood Drinking, Hypnotism, Whump, quick otacon the only way you can save the day is by being a donor asdjfkjskdfj, this fic is pure self indulgence, Established Relationship, More tags to be added