#MX Labs

[faultfalha]

In the future, the world will be a different place. The Estonia of today is unrecognizable from the Estonia of 10 years ago, and in 10 years, it will be even more different. But in the future, there will be startups in Estonia that you should keep an eye on. These startups will be the ones that change the world. They will be the ones that make the Estonia of the future the Estonia of the present.

[mahoganystudios830]

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sorry for the wait!!! i've actually had these pages ready for a couple months... unfortunately stuff happened when i was originally gonna post them, and then i forgot. Plus i've been VERY focused on Isoclese vs The Corruption nowadays, but now that i have a bit of a break between episodes i'll try to work on this more!!! it might take me a bit to get inspo though :sobz:

[hatahataneko]

film1472・film1473 2019/5/5

[ultralowoxygen]

Novembre tra le vigne by Michele Nicoletti Via Flickr: Analogica eseguita con Pentax MX obiettivo Pentax SMC 135 mm f 3.5. Pellicola kodak gold 200 sviluppata con kit Bellini c41 , scansionata con Canon EOS 60D e obiettivo canon ef-s 60mm macro. Elaborazione ed inversione del RAW con "negative lab pro".

[akaanuar]

MUTEK.MX 2024 Edición XX: 20 años de mutación, innovación y creatividad digital en México.

Este 2024 el Festival Internacional de Creatividad Digital MUTEK.MX, celebró su tan esperada Edición de 20 Aniversario con lo mejor de el arte digital, realidad virtual, inteligencia artificial y música electrónica de vanguardia. Una celebración especial que se extendió este año a dos semanas del 7 al 20 de octubre con un intenso despliegue de experiencias de arte y creatividad digital con…

[mx-pastelwriting]

Sickness and in health

VIKTOR X GN! READER

SUMMARY: Taking care of Victor when he’s sick. WARNINGS/TAGS: Fluff, Sick Viktor, Cuddles & Snuggles, Established Relationship

Echoing coughs filled the bedroom, accompanied by a pitched wheeze, hearing how Viktor's lungs fought for air as you washed away his forehead sweat.

Brows frowning in response to hearing and seeing Viktor's state of health, working his body away in the lab, only coming home to rest at your persistent word. Viktor, having come down with a nasty cold that hadn’t been taken care of, turned to his current state, bed-bound with only the help of you to heal him.

“Here, drink,” speaking softly while holding a glass of water close to his dry lips, taking a sip with the help of you and some propped pillows. Drinking half of the glass, his rough throat still unsatisfied, having given every at-home remedy and medication under the doctor’s orders, yet still his body struggled to fight.

Pushing his hair back once again, having been thrown about from the cough fit, hot skin contrasting against your cool skin earning a hum of enjoyment from Viktor. Taking your hand back, dipping it into the cold water bowl before going back to slicking back his curly tuffs.

Not stop there, running your hand down pressing it against his cheek and neck, hoping it would help lower his body temperature as just days before having to put ice bags all over his body.

Thankfully, having gotten better since then, though very slowly, and not without a bit of pushback. Hearing him worry over new research over and over, even begging you to bring notes from the lab.

Though it sounded horrible, you were thankful that he could get up from bed, as he would have walked there, breaking down his body more.

Intent on keeping your Viktor alive, dismissing his unneeded worry for Hextech research, reasoning Jay can work in the lab just fine by himself. After a few days, the worry came to a stop, leaving Viktor to rest in silence, mostly sleeping thanks to the medication or your filling food. Though of course, not without you, having afternoon naps in the curtain-closed bedroom.

“Lay with me,” his voice hoarsely begged. Without any hesitation, you moved away the bedding, cuddling up to Viktor's shaky body. With cold hands, he cuddled you, welcoming the love and relief it brought to his body. Quickly, the fight for rest dissipated, causing a light snore to sound out, looking up to see Viktor asleep at last.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

♥ mx-pastelwriting does not consent to their fanfiction being copied, copied & credited, translated, used in videos and/or audios, screenshotted, used in AI.

Fanfiction is protected under copyright law when plagiarism is involved. If you plagiarize my work, either a piece or whole in any language, I will take legal action. Inspiration or the same idea does NOT apply to this, only word-for-word plagiarism in any language.

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩: @scrunkalicious @sophieissleepy

[the-haunted-office]

Thursday can't help but redden a little bit at the slight admonishment for being told she's asked too many questions at once, even though Kanae's tone came across as playful. There's some part of Thursday that she hasn't been able to quite understand that feels nervous about things, like things are her fault, even when she has a feeling they shouldn't be. Asking too many questions shouldn't be a bad thing, right? Especially in a bizarre situation like this? She can't help it. It feels normal to be asking a lot of questions, so for someone to hint that she's asking too many makes her feel stupid.

She can't help but back off from the questions in a hurry, feeling suddenly more insecure, although she tries not to let it show too much, because everything about this situation makes her feel insecure. There isn't a moment she's felt secure since she gained consciousness.

"Oh," is all she can think to say for a moment, because she wants to ask more questions and she's wondering when she might be allowed to ask without it being considered too many. She supposes she'll wait for some kind of cue or prompt - assuming she'll recognize it - and watches as Kanae and the other one exchange some more of that language she doesn't understand, once again feeling like there's something important she's not understanding, and just- waits for her turn to be addressed.

Looking down at her leg, she scratches at it again. Why does it heal fast like that? She has no idea. It just always has. Any of her injuries and ailments have. She looks back up at Kanae and shrugs, once again brimming with questions herself.

"I- don't- I mean, I guess I didn't realize it was healing fast. I've always healed like that," she answers, pressing her lips together like she thinks she's done something wrong. "But- Eh, I'm sorry, I'm not really understanding, I don't mean to be- to not be understanding. I've never eaten a person before. I've only ever eaten mushrooms and flowers and things. Never a person. I mean, I've never tried to... Seeker did this to me." She points at the healing bite marks on her leg. "And, yeah, I guess you could say I taste good to them? They keep doing it, so- Yeah. I mean, it's either that or they just- they just don't... they really don't like the taste of mushrooms and flowers by comparison, haha."

Her nervous attempt at humor lands flat as a bad tire, even to her, and it didn't even help her anxiety over this whole mystery like she was subconsciously hoping it would.

"Sorry. I'm sorry, I know you said I was asking too many questions, but I can't help it. If I'm healing too quickly for a human, then why am I not eating like a ghoul? Or have I just misunderstood something? Or, was Seeker not feeding me properly? I mean, they weren't that bad to me, they really weren't, I swear they weren't, I just didn't want to be stuck with them anymore, I didn't ask for any of this-"

Thursday cuts herself off abruptly, suddenly feeling really bad for speaking so poorly of Seeker. She's terrified of them, but at the same time, part of her really cares about them. And she hates herself for feeling both of those things.

Kanae listens carefully and attentively to Thursday.

She likes the sense of having power. She is getting information her father wants, and she's better at getting it than he would ever be. And all because of traits, because of a suite of tools that often come with an amorphous thing called femininity, that he looks down on as weak and vapid. Giving Thursday comforts is power too.

So is neglecting to tell Thursday that they're surrounded by humans who can probably help her, if she's human after all. That definitely feels important.

"That's too many questions all at once!" she laughs. It sounds playful on the surface, but on some level, she means it. She needs to figure out just the right way to have this conversation if she wants to keep that sense of power she's decided she likes. It will go badly if Thursday runs away or if Mr. von Rosewald butts in and takes over.

"The world out here is... well, it's a lot different than the woods," Kanae says, trying to sort her thoughts. She should answer the question without really answering it, she thinks. And change the subject quickly, to something more useful to her. Like how Thursday's wounds can heal like that.

"The outside world is... beautiful, but also terrible..."

Mr. von Rosewald pauses his phone conversation to give Kanae a quick, blunt reminder in that unknown language: Kanae should ask Thursday how her wounds can heal like that.

Kanae turns to him with a look of incredulous hurt. Does he perceive her as rambling about a world that can be beautiful and terrible, with no direction or plan? She wants so badly for him to respect her, or even just try to understand her. Her concept of his concept of her, in this moment, is wounding. She's twenty-one, and he probably has a mindset like he's walking next to a child.

(Later, she will remember that her parents made an agreement a long time ago that they shouldn't hunt together for the sake of their marriage. Her father refuses to assume competence behind her mother's actions, her mother claims. They don't work as a team. They trip over each other, take everything personally, and risk being caught or losing their prey. Remembering that later will offer Kanae a little cold comfort. Remembering who she's dealing with. Mr. von Rosewald does not dole out respect lightly, and his criteria for what deserves respect can lack a certain winnable quality.)

"He wants to know why your leg is healing fast like that," Kanae tells Thursday, trying to keep a neutral tone. Her dad doesn't think she's smart, and she is being so brave about it. "If you don't already know, all people are either humans or ghouls. Humans eat plants and animals, and it takes them a long time to heal from injuries. Ghouls only eat humans, and they heal quickly if they get hurt. We're trying to figure out what you are. You seem like a human, but only a ghoul would heal like that, so we don't know. Is Seeker a ghoul? Like, do they eat pieces of you? Do you taste good to them, do you think? Ghouls can eat other ghouls too, but humans are better."

[tehrevving]

Doctor Dante gives you Medicine😉🍆

The Doctor’s office was messier than you expected. There was a couch in the corner, a desk in the other and paperwork stacked in unordered piles everywhere. You walked in slowly, careful, to avoid tripping over anything and then took a seat on the couch. You took out your phone and scrolled through your feed until the Doctor was ready to see you.

“Mx L/N?” you heard and it startled you as you hastily shoved your phone back into your pocket. You looked up and well the Doctor’s appearance surprised you. He looked surprisingly scruffy and was dressed very casually, tight jeans, long sleeved and ripped shirt finished off with a bright red lab coat. You honestly weren’t really sure what to make of him.

“Yes Doctor, that’s me,” you replied, watching as he flipped through a manilla coloured file waiting for your response.

“I am Doctor Sparda,” he smiles, “it says here that you’re here to get your test results from the other day. Is that correct?”

“Yes Sir,” you respond, slightly surprised by the way his eyebrows perk up at your use of a title.

He walks over to you, standing very close. He is surprisingly tall and you crane your neck to look up at him.

“I have some bad news,” he says solemnly, “it says here that your test results came back positive.”

He stops to gauge your reaction.

“Oh,” you say softly.

“Fortunately for you,” he winks, “there is a vaccine available,” he taps his pen on the folder a few times. “Lucky for you, we have an ample supply right here in this office.”

“That’s very good news Doctor,” you say.

He then starts scribbling down on your file, “let me just write a prescription for you. This is purely for auditing purposes of course, we’ll administer the proper dosage right away.”

He quickly tore off the paper, handing a copy to you while he slipped the other into your file. You looked down to read it, more out of curiosity than anything. His handwriting is messy but surprisingly legible but that doesn’t stop you from gasping out in shock when you see what he’s written down.

The semen of Doctor Sparda, to be ingested orally, as many doses as the patient can manage.

“There must be some mistake Doctor,” you say in disbelief, staring up at him and noticing for the first time, the shit eating grin on his face.

“I’m part devil Love,” he smirks, “that’s why you’re here isn’t it? I’m the only person that can cure you of this terrible virus and that’s what you want isn’t it?”

You shake your head. You feel like you shouldn’t give in this easily, but he’s got a point. You’re not opposed to sucking a dick if it will help you get better, stop you from spreading the disease to any of your loved ones.

“That’s a good girl,” he grins. “Now unfortunately,” he licks his lips, “we only have the extra-extra-large sized syringes available.” He gestures to the crotch of his tight jeans, which are now sporting a very noticeable bulge. “I’m sure you can handle it though Sweetheart.”

He starts unzipping his pants, he’s going commando and your eyes widen as he pulls out a very thick cock that bobs between his legs, not quite fully hard yet. He strokes his cock by your face, his eyes watching for your reaction.

You reach out, timidly, to touch the huge cock in front of your face. It pulses and shifts at the light touch of your fingers. He stops stroking it, placing his hands on his hips as he cocks them towards you. You lightly run your fingers up and down the underside of his shaft. It doesn’t take long before he’s breathing slightly heavier, a pool of light coloured fluid building on the tip of his cock.

The Doctor laughs above you, “why don’t you have a taste. See if you like it.” He encourages you as you slowly increase the pressure of your hands until you’re practically stroking his cock.

You lean forwards and lap the fluid up from the tip. It’s salty and bitter but not overly disgusting. He praises you as you slowly take more of his organ between your lips. His dick is very thick and your jaw begins to ache almost immediately, but all in all it’s not as difficult as you thought it might be.

You don’t want to be doing this for long though, intending to finish up as quickly as you can. You try to sink further down, gagging when his cock hits the back of your throat. Doctor Sparda pulls back, stroking at your hair to soothe you, palming at his cock while you cough and splutter, struggling to catch your breath.

He’s slightly out of breath as he coos at you, “you’re doing such a great job Sweetheart. Just a little bit more and then you’ll get your first dose. Mmm, that’s it,” he says as you recover and take him back into your mouth.

You build up a steady rhythm once more and he helps you out, pretty furiously stroking his cock, his hand moving up until it almost touches your lips before moving back down. The salty taste of him starts to flood your mouth as his hips start to buck against you. It pushes him further back into your throat and you struggle not to violently gag. “Make sure you swallow all of it,” he says, moaning out your name as he spills between your lips.

You cough and joke as thick, sticky fluid fills your mouth. His load is huge, his massive cock throbbing between your stretched lips. He just keeps coming and you struggle to swallow all of his release. He sways in front of you, unsteady on his feet as he pulls you off his cock while you’re still struggling to swallow.

He gives you a moment before commanding you to open your mouth, so he can check that you swallowed all of your dose. He praises you as he sees your empty mouth, smiling down at you.

You turn to look up at him, a cheeky grin on your lips. “Doctor,” you say, “would it be more effective if I had more medicine? I don’t want to be contagious.”

He smirks at you and his eyes start to glow red, his cock already thickening once more and bobbing between his legs, “absolutely Darling.”

~~~~

Later, after you’ve showered and cleaned up all the mess from the couch, and the floor, and the ceiling for Christ’s sake, you look up at Dante from your position with your head on his chest. “Was that everything you thought it would be?”

He ponders for a moment, fingers stroking your back. “I thought it would be hotter honestly.”

“That’s what happens when you take your inspiration from crappy pornos,” you chide him giggling, but then stop for a moment. “Dante,” you say, lifting yourself up from his chest. “Does your spunk actually stop me from getting sick? I hadn’t thought about it before, but I can’t remember the last time I had a cold.”

He laughs, grinning as he pulls you down for a kiss. “I’m not totally sure,” he says, a cheeky expression growing on his face. “But it probably does have some effect.” He flips you over until he’s on top of you, pushing you down into the sheets while his somehow already hard cock presses between your hips. “But if it does, well I’m sure you already need a booster shot, maybe in a different hole this time.”

[bonesvoid]

“you’re a real dick. you know that, right?” your words, sharpened by an icy disposition, attempt to cut at viktor’s ego. yet, the inventor pays no mind, as he continues to fuse down more wires on his latest project.

“that has been well established, mx.,” answers viktor, sparks emitting from his soldering tools across his safety goggles. you huff and plop down beside him, jabbing at his shoulder, “pay attention to me.”

“do you genuinely not have anything better to do?” his accent punctures through his words. you cock a small smile, “nope,” you pop the ‘p’ cheekily. viktor sets his tools down on his work mat and removes his goggles, familiar honey amber eyes and dark circles greeting you.

“hey there, handsome!” you coo and pinch at one of viktor’s cheeks. he hisses and swats your hand away, “can you please stop being such a nuance?”

you pout at the zaunite, “you wound me with your words,” you push yourself away from viktor’s workstation and do a quick twirl with the spinning stool, “why don’t you like me?”

“why don’t i like you?” he repeats back. you nod firmly in response, to which he replies, “you get in the way of my work.”

“how do i make you like me then?” you ask, bottom lip protruding and eyes glossy in faux remorse. viktor quirks a thick eyebrow and proposes to you, “perhaps you can put that mouth of yours to better use.”

your cheeks grow red at the innuendo; unintentional or not, it makes your mind wander to unsightly thoughts and visually.

“oh, my,” his voice vibrates lowly with a chuckle, “it seems that—for once—you are speechless.”

“suck a dick,” you spit venom.

“another time,” he replies, as viktor puts on his goggles and resumes his soldering, “now, be a dear and go bother someone else. i’ll give you my attention later.”

without another word, you exit the lab and leave viktor to his own devices. perhaps, you’ll have better luck with jayce or councilor medara. they tolerate your antics more than viktor.

a few moments pass, as viktor connects endless wires to wires, when the wires in his mind finally connect. his face turn tomato red at the realization of his previous words.

perhaps you can put that mouth of yours to better use.

[a-door-to-somewhere]

Old art dump ft. Thranto

Id and other stuff under the cut :D (click to see the whole image)

Image 1: Thrawn, chest up. in a plain black tank top brushing his long, straight dark hair over his shoulder. His head is tilted and he looks disgruntled

Image 2: more long haired thrawns on the same page. An uncolored line art of Thrawn from the back, his hair tied in a sleek ponytail. There are little sparkles around him. Another drawing of Thrawn’s head featuring a messy ponytail and lots of flyaways. He’s frowning. Labeled mornings. Another drawing of Thrawn and Eli from the chest up- Eli is holding a pen in one hand. Over his other shoulder, Thrawn leans over him, pointing at Eli’s work (not shown.) Thrawn’s long hair is untied and falling over Eli’s shoulder. Eli is blushing and eyeing the hair strand on his shoulder.

Image 3: monochrome doodles from my teacher!Thranto AU, featuring Eli. The largest drawing is of Eli sitting cross legged in slacks and a button up shirt, grinning and fiddling with a pen in one hand. Another doodle shows Eli, chest up, looking over his shoulder, gesturing and speaking expressively about the equation y=mx+b. A full body doodle of Eli in slacks and a button up shirt, a pen tucked in his breast pocket. He has one hand on his hip and the other is gesturing as if he is making a point. His face is smiling and open. Another doodle of just Eli’s head shows him blushing slightly and averting his eyes as he talks. An arrow points to him reading “is he infodumping about math or telling a story a story about thrawn’s shenanigans?”

Image 4: messy colored doodles of my SCP AU. On the left, A full body of Thrawn. He’s wearing an orange d-class jumpsuit from the Scp universe and brown socks. He has long chest length black hair his usual blue skin. He’s wearing a big brown cuff on both hands with the Scp logo on it. He looks pissed and is rolling his eyes. On the right, waist up colored doodles of Thrawn and Eli. Eli is in front, wearing a white coat over a blue shirt. He’s holding out his arm as if to protect thrawn. His face is guarded, threatened. Thrawn stands a little behind him, also wearing a white lab coat. He is scribbling on a clipboard. His hair is short and slicked back. He is wearing glasses and he looks focused and unconcerned.

[hatahataneko]

film1477 2019/5

[sweetstwawbewwymilk]

MATTERS OF TIME (BETA)

This was supposed to be a comic and Way more polished but the looming threat of Canon is getting closer with each passing day. So, here's my Phoenix's canon, and an explanation for the ominous hints i keep dropping.

TW for period-accurate vocabulary for LGBTQ+ identities

Enjoy!

Prism thumbed her teacup as she finished the story. Reginald, across from her, could only sit with his mouth agape. In the very next room, Agent Phoenix was sleeping soundly, exhausted from the events of the past three months, and ignorant to the information Reginald was now struggling to comprehend. 

“And… that's the whole truth.” Roxana finished. “I… I never told anyone else that.” 

“Never? Not… I mean- But, but- but… Roxana I…” 

Reginald set down his teacup and rubbed his eyes. “This is… so much to process. You've really never gone back?” 

“Never. As far as I know the Toledo lab is untouched. I want nothing to do with anything still in it.” 

“Right. Right…” Reginald rubbed his arms. “...Never told anyone? Not even Phoenix?”

“Oh yeah, great idea!” Roxana snipped, stress coloring her voice as she rose to a faux sweet tone. “HeeEEEEey, Phoenix! Sorry for trying to kill you, thanks for saving my life, hope your head doesn't hurt too bad from saving the world and nearly dying again, YOU’RE A CLONE BY THE WAY.” 

Reginald winced. “Yes, I… suppose now is not a good time…” 

He sighed, then looked at the picture Roxana showed him of the… well, the “donor.” He nearly dropped his teacup the first time he saw them. Mx. Blanc, inheritor of a small fortune. Youthful yet confident, standing upright in a crisp, white suit. 

A blaze of red hair cascading down their back, an amber eye so bright it shone like gold, even, coincidentally, a nasty scar down their right eye, covered with an eyepatch. 

They truly were Phoenix's mirror image. 

Reginald ran a hand down his face, as Roxana also looked at the old photo. She still remembered when they approached her, after being introduced through Valeri. Blanc approached her with a fear she could relate to all too well: passing on, and leaving nothing behind. They wanted to have a child of their own, to carry on their legacy when they were gone, but due to their specific blend of hermaphroditism, they never could. 

All she asked for back then was a sample of their DNA and three weeks. 

The cloning tank impressed Blanc, but they were even more impressed with the tiny human inside; their perfect genetic copy… and, in essence, their child.

Blanc and Roxana spent as much time as they could around the small clone. Roxana conducted a lot of her early research in the Toledo lab, keeping an eye on the tank and the clone.

And then…

Roxana blinked back tears as she recalled that horrible end to the year. Zoraxis’s first attack on the Agency. Blanc’s murder. The Operatives surrounding her lab, her smashing the tank, running through the cold with an artificial child in her arms, finding the Orphanage… 

Reginald rested a hand on her shoulder, snapping Roxana from her spiral with tears in her eyes. He invited her to sit next to him on the couch, which she gladly accepted. Roxana and Reginald leaned into each other, just stewing in the memories, and in the new information, with Blanc in front of them.

“I guess… that’s part of why I was so upset when Phoenix got so popular. It’s like… what Blanc was so afraid of came true. They got forgotten. And I helped write over their legacy.”

She rubbed her eye against her shoulder as she sank deeper into Reginald. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her unto a half-hug. 

“...For what it's worth,” Reginald began, “I think Mx. Blanc would be rather happy to know their clone became Agent Phoenix.” He chuckled. “I know that if I had a child, I would be proud to see them become someone like Phoenix.”

Roxana smiled sadly. Her mind went back to her robots, emulating her greatest creation, even through their quirks. She reached up and squeezed Reginald's hand. 

“Yeah… I'm… I'm proud of them.” 

She looked back at Blanc's photo. 

“And… I'm sure they're looking down, and they're proud of them too.” 

******

Dr. Zor's fingers drummed against their armrest as they watched the security footage. The gleaming golden eye that wasn't scarred over narrowed through long, graying red hair. 

Of course Roxana would have swooped in to save her creation. A clever little thing, they were. Three plots, each with years of planning and thousands of dollars poured into them, washed away like sidewalk chalk in a thunderstorm. 

They wondered to themselves, long ago, what would pay higher dividends. Killing their wayward failure and starting over… or testing them. Bending them. 

Breaking them. 

Putting them through trial after trial, experiment after experiment, all to see if they had found their heir. Their immortality. 

Well, they figured, all the way back then. It was a win-win. 

If the Phoenix died, they took their dirty little secret with them. If they lived, they'd be running right back to them, and they'd get another chance at breaking the bird. 

And they would break them. Body, mind, or soul, they'd break them. 

It was only a matter of time. 

[justgivemethephd]

09.12.2024

Good morning everyone! I completely missed the Friday update, but I ended up going to Winter Wonderland with some coworkers in the evening and then my parents visited over the weekend, so I was quite busy.

This is my last full week of studying before I go skiing and I literally cannot wait for a break. Everything has been so physically and mentally draining over the last few weeks, it'll be so nice to go away for a bit and get my mind off things. But this does mean I have a lot I want to get done before I go.

Primary goals this week will be analysing the FACS data I collected last week and finishing the results section of my upgrade report, after which I will start the first round of editing. I have 3 experiments planned this week, 3 workshops and a progress meeting with my supervisor. Since today will be my least lab-heavy day, I'm going to focus on analysis and writing, and hopefully I can get that out of the way by a reasonable time.

It's odd, but I feel completely different about my work and my project than I did even a couple of weeks ago. Writing my upgrade report has brought me joy, and been a good reminder that not only do I love what I study, but I love any opportunity to talk about it. I am passionate about science, I am passionate about my experiments, I want things to work, and I'm motivated to make it happen. I know the end of the year is a stressful and often sad time for a lot of people, but I hope that you can keep alive the love of your craft. The fire that keeps you studying even when things are tough.

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🎧 - Mx. Sinister by IDKHOW

🎮 - Animal Crossing

📖 - Different Seasons by Stephen King (I'm on the 2nd short story)

[mx-pastelwriting]

Upgrade

VIKTOR X GN! READER

SUMMARY: Viktor showing off his new leg in bed. WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Smut, Viktor's Leg

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Having improved the strength in your legs by simply being with Viktor, as both of your appetites had no end in sight, working with his leg, choosing to ride him most nights, though that didn't mean he didn't put in some work.

When you weren't riding him until the sun came up, having to be patient with his controlled position. Enjoying every slow thrust as his soft lips met yours, running fingers through his hair only to pull gently, causing him to thrust roughly.

Tonight was different, not just from him wanting the lights completely off, but the new feeling of pleasure from his new-found energy.

Thrusting harder, plunging you both into euphoric stars, moans pour out loudly, only making Viktor's obsessive needs grow. Hands gripping tightly onto skin and bedding, the room echoing with hissed cures. Just as the blankets that once covered you fell, allowing the bright night's moon to illuminate his purple leg.

Even in a feverish state, you took notice of Viktor's new leg, putting everything together slowly as Viktor still worked to fuck every last brain cell out of you. All the nights he was cooped up in the lab, missing dinners, leaving you in a cold bed just to come back with an upgrade that expelled any grace from your nights together.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

♥ mx-pastelwriting does not consent to their fanfiction being copied, copied & credited, translated, used in videos and/or audios, screenshotted, used in AI.

Fanfiction is protected under copyright law when plagiarism is involved. If you plagiarize my work, either a piece or whole in any language, I will take legal action. Inspiration or the same idea does NOT apply to this, only word-for-word plagiarism in any language.

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩: @sophieissleepy

[teenandbeyond]

I've noticed your predator/alien franchise doesn't have anything for xenomorph. Let's change that lol. Could I get something that has a similar storyline like the one that says dark reader on it the one where the reader is obsessed with aliens.. It's made me curious tbh

Xenomorph x Dark. Reader

Mx. Anonymous, you read my mind! I was wondering when someone would request this! And you don't need to apologize, since it's fanfiction, we're just gonna say eff reality for a moment (even though the whole thing is fictional...but you get it).

Want more from me, my Infinites (I'm trying out a follower name thing lol. I'll probably shuffle through random ass names until one works)? 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

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👽Discoveries👽 (Aliens)

Warning(s): Dark Fic (dunno if it came out as dark as I wanted), Non-con details, unprotected, triggering(?), size difference, I don't know where I went with this (this is what happens when I write parts at different times, I guess)

Sometimes experimentation leads to temptation...

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"You're crazy, [Last Name]!"

You tapped the end of your pen against your lip in thought before smiling, "Maybe, but crazy gets better results than normal. Ask any of the greatest geniuses, they'll tell you."

You were labeled as the crazy scientist because you suggested cross breeding. Between Xenomorph—or Aliens, the term used for common folk—and humans.

'It's impossible!'

'It's wrong! Don't you have any morals?' they cried.

'You want to talk to me about morals? Ha! Who are the ones who take creatures as they please and experiment to their heart's content, past what's necessary, simply for nosiness and fear of not knowing everything?'

You always shut them up any time they felt a need to comment on you.

"Sometimes the most impossible things can be made possible," you muttered as you scribbled something in your many notebooks dedicated to this theory.

You could admit you were pretty obsessed with Xenomorphs, you found them fascinating. You studied them with a passion.

You wanted one...and the opportunity came when a group of scientists arrived with a captured Xenomorph.

They were studying it to come up with a defense against them, you, among a few other scientists decided to spectate.

And all hell broke loose.

Turns out, someone from the group had gotten infected. You had to figure that out when a man's stomach burst open.

There was panic as the other scientists fell victim, until the newest creature was contained.

The two aliens were to be stored away since the team leading the experiment was now dead, until someone else decided to take it over.

That was your opening.

You took the fully grown one to your private lab, where everything was already set up.

The huge cylinder it was in was a little heavy, but you made it work. You pushed a button that would release an anesthetic-type liquid into the fluid the creature was summered in.

Once it was confirmed to be unconscious, you released it and properly restrained it, tail and all. You loved risks, but not when the result could stop your experimenting from proceeding...you can't test things if you're dead.

"Now...let's get your vitals connected to my database..." you tapped away at your screen until the patches and machinery you'd connected to it did their job, "There you are...and you are a very healthy Xenomorph."

You went through a few experiments of merging DNA samples, but something was missing. You couldn't figure out what it was.

You were disturbed from your deep thoughts by a pathetic escape attempt behind you.

"Oh, you're awake. I should introduce myself," you approached the alien carefully, "I'm your caretaker. And you're all mine for the time being."

It continued to struggle, hissing at you as you calmly took off your lab coat and put on gloves.

"Now, for a physical examination..."

Your hand slowly trailed down the alien's head and jaw, raising a brow as its struggle turned hesitant.

You heard a rumbling sound from its throat, the mouth covering muffling it.

"So...you aren't completely adverse to touch, hm?"

Then you explored its shoulders and arms, you trailed lower to its sides.

"Everything seems to be in order so far...You really are a beautiful specimen..." you sighed in fascination.

You were mesmerized and edging towards getting aroused.

And the alien could smell it, it was reacting.

Visibly reacting.

You smirked, "Oh...well, look at that. I've made the discovery of a lifetime."

So much research had been done, but never have sexual organs been found on an alien. But you supposed it wasn't common for someone to show arousal in their presence.

"Standing at attention just for me...What should I do with you?"

You were absolutely breathless.

But who could blame you, you were stretched to your limits. And there were still quite a few inches of it that didn't fit inside.

There was some defiance at the beginning, but this alien would just be the next being to know you always got what you wanted in the end.

And the hotter you got and the louder you got, ashamed defiance turned into lustful acceptance.

You balanced on your hands best you could, your feet also supporting you, but they were beginning to become less reliant the more they curled.

Its skin felt cool and smooth, a stark contrast to your heat and muscle. It made you shiver in the best ways as you slowly slid up and down.

"I think I might—keep you."

You were becoming more obsessed by the minute, perhaps your rationality was being manipulated by the smell of sex and sweat.

Or maybe because the alien tried and failed to keep itself quiet, sensitive to your every move.

A cute little virgin it was.

All yours to use as you've wanted. You could possibly get a sample once you were done, see if it gave different results.

Everything was in your control, until it wasn't.

The alien decided it'd had enough of your slow pace.

It thrusted up in quick strokes, making your body move so quickly it looked like it was shaking.

With a groan, your nails dug into its arms, then you gasp as it breaks out of its restraints.

For a moment, you think it'll attack, and it does.

It flips you under and bullies itself back into you, forcing in every inch.

A brutal attack that leaves you trying to catch your breath.

With a growl behind its mask, it pummels into you.

With fascination, you feel the bulge it creates and swear you can see it, but you're a little disoriented right now.

Your vision flashes from the pleasure and pain, your body is tingling.

"You—You're my discovery to keep," you grin.

[definesanity]

Raining Tigers and Dogs

Ad lib: My friend, who gave me this idea after a vague description of them was given to them by me. (Thanks bud 👍)

For @anonymocha c:

Kaalaa Baunaa was, in the most simple terms, tired.

It was only natural, in hindsight; she, an astrologer, and all the pros and cons that came with it. Such was the fate of her work, and the death of 8 hours of sleep. Heck, she was lucky to get five, at least.

So, she was there, sitting down on a chair, leaning on her desk. She was breathing slowly, focusing on trying to remain awake just that little bit more, so she can observe the stars... just one more, right?

Unfortunately, that wouldn't come to pass, due to the sound of a familiar chuckle.

"Heya, Kaalaa." Medicine Pocket's teasing voice spoke out, and Kaalaa could faintly see the outline of that equally familiar (infamous, even, perhaps?) white lab coat.

Kaalaa Baunaa could barely give out a reply, just humming.

"Soooooooo, I have a question!" they cheerfully continued. "Let's say I asked you to test something. Would you?"

The astrologer blinked up at MedPoc, with the menace's teeth gleaming.

"...Let's say I did--?"

"Sign here!" and in front of her was a sheet of paper.

From Medicine Pocket's perspective, she merely gave it a once over, ticked the boxes, and signed her signature.

They swiftly took it back, and started to walk away. "G'night, test buddy~!"

Kaalaa watched as they left. And then, gave a small chuckle.

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The door slammed open.

"RIIIIIIISE AND SHIIIIINE, SLEEPYHEAD!"

Kaalaa rubbed her eyes, looking at the researcher who entered her room holding the document. Sitting in her bed, looking at them... it was oddly comedic.

"...Hm?" Kaalaa Baunaa tilted her head.

"Don't give me that, my dear friend! After all, don't you remember last night?" they looked smug. Very smug.

Let's fix that, with a controlled shock.

"...Did you see the boxes I ticked, perchance?"

Medicine Pocket blinked. "Eh? The fuck you mean--?"

They read through, and just above their name,

'The co-operative (Ms. Kaalaa Baunaa) agrees to help the individual who gave them this document (Mx. Medicine Pocket) in any situation, regardless of health, illness, location, weather, environmental happenings, ect.'

That was meant to be the trump card, and why they looked so happy when giving them it.

And it was unticked. Making it void.

"...Piss." they muttered, and spun on their heels--

"Wait." the woman spoke out, and the 'doctor' paused in their walk. "What was it meant to be? I never agreed to physically help you, yes... but, does that mean I cannot help you in simply discussing it?"

Medicine Pocket looked at her. And then, sighed. "Yeah, sure, whatever..."

They closed the door and walked on in, and sat down on the edge of her bed. "It was meant to help with drowsiness."

Kaalaa gave them a nod to continue, and they rolled their eyes.

"Now, yeah, sure, Sotheby already made that 'Hangover Over Potion' because of Lilya's alcohol addiction problem, but it apparently has some side effects, mostly the usual, like diarrhoea, vomiting, migraines, the words, basically.

"Now, this one I'm making won't have any of that, barring the headache. But that'll be there to see if it works. If it feels like a numbing sensation, excellent, should be over soon. If not? Tough shit, buddy, I guess!"

Kaalaa Baunaa could not help the laugh that left her. "You have an... interesting mind, Medicine Pocket."

They sighed again, putting their head in their hands. "Oh, just--! Call me MedPoc! Jesus, woman!"

"Then by all means, call me KB."

A groan, a laugh, and a silence, before the discussions started anew.

It was not a perfect relationship. But, really, what was?