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Posted 16:35, 12/5 to r/puppyplay
How do I get used to nerve integrating tail
So my gf a few weeks ago admitted she was into puppy play. Now I'm a pretty vanilla guy so I was a bit wary, but open to try it. We've gotten a collar and leash that I wear when we play, but I just got my Christmas bonus, so we splurged on a nerve integrating tail. It feels pretty weird to have it on, but my gf is ecstatic. It certainly has brightened up our bedroom life lately. I'm still not entirely into puppy play, especially when she calls me a "good boy" but I do admit it's quite fun. My only question is how do I get used to it.
Posted 22:51, 12/17 to r/puppyplay
Is it dangerous to wear NIT for more than two weeks?
Hello again,
Thanks for all the advice y'all gave me in the last post, I'm really used to the tail now. I love the wave it wags when I'm excited and so does my gf. It has come to the point I feel like I'm missing something when I take it off. I know the general advice is not to keep it on for more than two weeks but I kind of want to keep it on. I work from home so none of my coworkers know I'm wearing it. And when I do need to go out, it's really easy to hide it under some clothes. So is there any risk to having it on for more than two weeks?
Posted 08:11, 1/7 to r/puppyplay
Skin grown over NIT port
So I just woke up and looked at my NIT and saw that skin has grown over the port. Whenever I try to take the tail off it hurts like hell. What can I do?
Posted 09:12, 1/7 to r/medicaladvice
Any way to remove an overgrown nerve integrated prosthetic?
I wore a NIP longer than the recommended time and skin has grown over it, is there any way to take it off?
Posted 18:15 1/7 to r/puppyplay
Gf is okay with permanent NIT
It's been an eventful morning for me and my gf. I told her the news that I'm stuck with a NIT from now on. I expected my gf to leave me, but she's been nothing but supportive. I'm usually not one for being the little spoon, but she cradled me and comforted me. I love her so much. Thank y'all for your kind words and support. I know it's fairly common for people to have eccentric prosthetics nowadays, but as much as I love this tail, it's going to take a while to get used to it. I'll keep y'all updated.
Posted 13:43, 2/9 to r/puppyplay
Side effects of permanent NIT?
Hey again,
So I've gotten used to the NIT being permanent, but I've been having some things happen to me that I'm wondering if they're caused by it.
To start, when I was done with a workout, my gf noticed I was panting with my tongue out. I hadn't even realized I was doing that.
Another one is that my body and facial hair have stopped growing. Not that I miss them, but it's kind of weird. Weirder still, my hair has been growing rapidly. I was starting to bald before, but now it's down to my shoulders. It's gotten so long and full that my coworkers joked that it looked more like a woman's hair.
Are these side effects of the tail or am I just losing my mind?
Posted 12:21, 3/15 to r/puppyplay
More side effects of tail?
Hi
So I know y'all said that permanent tails don't have any mental or physical side effects, but I'm not so sure.
I'm not sure when it started, but I'm starting to make more dog like noises. When I'm excited I bark up a storm, whimper when sad, growl when angry. I'm not doing any of those on purpose, it's like the rise from my throat. When I see a squirrel, I feel the urge to chase after it now. My gf has joked that she needs to collar and leash me when we go out, but I'm a bit nervous.
Speaking of my gf, I used to tower over her. Yet today, she was my height, maybe even a bit taller.
Other strange things, my nipples is a bit swollen and puffy. It really hurts to touch them.
What's happening to me?
Posted 10:23, 3/30 to r/puppyplay
Tits?
So I've been in denial for a while, but my tail is making me grow tits. I realized this when I was putting on a tight shirt and my boobs were really clearly visible. My gf nearly died when she saw them. After a bit of laughing/leering, she measured and found they're A cups. She gave me one of her bras to wear, which feels a bit itchy.
Posted 17:12, 3/31 to r/puppyplay
My tail is feminizing me
Hello again,
After looking at old photos of myself compared to me now. I'm certain my tail is feminizing me. I'm shorter than my gf, my skin is soft, I basically have no body hair, my hair is super long, I have tits, and um, my equipment is tiny now. I look better at least, but idk what to do.
Posted 15:35, 4/10 to r/asktransgender
Why does my GF calling me a "good girl" make me so excited.
So I'm a cis? guy. Due to a faulty prosthetic I'm wearing, it has slowly been feminizing me. Now, I'm having some mixed feelings about it and my gf asked if I liked being a guy. I really hadn't cared about my gender before so I said yeah. She then asked me how I felt about the phrase "good boy." When I told her it made me feel weird and awkward, she called me a good girl. I suddenly got so happy and my prosthetic went wild. My inside felt so warm and complete that I couldn't even try to hide how happy I was. What does this mean? Am I trans?
Posted 11:13, 4/19 to r/asktransgender
New Name!
After a week of introspection with my gf, I've realized I'm a trans woman. And to thank her for all the help she's done making me realize that, I let her pick my name.
So hi, I'm Bella
Posted 22:12, 4/21 to r/puppyplay
Gf acting weird
So me and my gf do a lot of puppy play and usually it stays in the bedroom. But lately it's been weird.
To start, she insists on cooking for me. It's such good food, but what's weird is that whenever I eat it, she clicks something. Weirder still, its the same click that I hear whenever I cum.
Also, she's gotten a lot more dominant lately. She's constantly telling me how cute and hot I am. How much she just wants to mark me up. She insists I wear my collar 24/7 so "Everyone knows who owns me." She even asks me to call her owner sometimes.
I get so flustered and my tail goes wild any time she acts like this but it's still weird. She never used to be this direct and dominant. I'm not against it but it's kind of weird.
Posted 16:37, 4/30 to r/asktransgender
Why do clothes feel weird?
So me and my gf have been clothes shopping for a new wardrobe lately and we've run into a brick wall. Every bit of clothes I've worn lately has felt tight and itchy. Even my old boy clothes.
Why is this?
Posted 18:15, 5/7 to r/puppyplay
Why can't I disobey my owner?
Um, so my owner has made some really big changes to my life lately. She's told me I'm not allowed to wear clothes anymore, sleep on the bed, eat on the table. She's gotten me a dog bed to sleep on and some labeled dog bowls for me to eat out of. I have to wear my collar 24/7 and whenever we go out I need to be leashed. I can't even walk on two legs anymore.
Yet I don't want to disobey her. It's not like she's abusive or anything, the opposite really. But my brain can't even think of not listening to her. Especially when I hear a click and every bit of my brain is filled with devotion to her.
What am I doing wrong, why can't I disobey her?
Posted 11:17, 6/5 to r/puppyplay
Y'all were right
Y'all were right. It's so much better being a good puppy for my owner. I don't have to worry about anything. She's so kind and sweet and wonderful and caring and ugh my tail is wagging so fast just talking about her. I'm so glad I've accepted my place. Thank you all so much for helping me realize this.
Posted 14:25, 12/5 to r/puppyplay
Gifts for a really good Puppygirl?
Hello
I'm the owner of a wonderful little puppygirl. She's had a big year of changes and I want to get her something wonderful to cap it off. Any suggestions?
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this might be insensitive but I really envy transmascs as a transfem, it seems so easy for transmascs to pass since the effects of testosterone are permanent for transfemmes and it sucks how my voice will be deep forever and i feel so ugly
the thing is, the effects of estrogen are permanent for us, too. i will always have boobs unless i get them surgically removed. i will always be 5’3. I will always have wide hips. etc. these are the things that make *me* feel ugly, and like I will forever be seen as a freak. it is absolutely not easier for trans men to pass, i literally have facial hair and I do not pass. people who have been on testosterone for years sometimes don’t pass. but heres the thing that is true for the both of us: we can and will find happiness, love and acceptance. And, we can both do things, including HRT, to transform our bodies into something we love. if it really seems that much easier on our side, im sorry to say you just dont know that many people on testosterone. its as simple as that. So please, focus on what you can do to make yourself happier, I know trans women who have transitioned so gracefully, it isnt an impossibility in the slightest. I know you are hurting, but it is possible.
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High reader x high Joel unf hell yeah we love some intox kink
New Heights
Joel Miller x F!Reader
Notes: ya girl has never been high, never smoked da weeds, so sorry if whatever lingo i'm using is totally inaccurate.
Warnings: FWB, unprotected sex, slight manipulative Joel, weed, smoking, drugs (?), intoxicated, cheating, dub con if you squint, Joel's pretty shady and takes advantage of reader
18+ ONLY
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His hands feel even better on you now that you’ve removed your tattered jeans and top. And with the way he’s gazing at you, with his half lidded yet dilated eyes and permanent curl to his plush sinful lips, it couldn’t just be from the shit ton of weed you two just smoked.
“You roll them better than I ever did,” he cough as he flicks his own spent joint to the tray on the table, his arm wrapped securely around your lower back so you don’t even consider whether he’ll knock you off. He settles back against the couch and resumes watching you, stroking your soft skin up and down with his tough knuckles.
Joel prides himself on being your best friend since high school. He’s always had your back, whether from boys you were dating, high stress customers at work, or even less than ideal familial situations, Joel Miller was the remedy.
Course, when he first convinced your stuck up ass to get high, he didn’t expect you to strip to your underwear and bra and sit on his lap to take a nap.
Since then, he’s been chasing that high from you any time you ‘drop by’.
“Be honest,” you hum, sifting your fingers through his hair as he takes another drag. “Did Tommy tell you I was in town?”
“Nope,” he lies casually. He rolls his tongue over his lower lip while squishing your tits in your push up bra. “Just had a feelin’ you’d be here.”
“Mhm.” You tilt your head back and breathe in the heavily fogged air. Sober you would be hesitant to have your panty clad crotch on top of Joel’s whopping bulge. But as your thoughts slow, simplify, you can’t deny: he’s got a pretty tent.
“How’s the boyfriend?”
Rolling you eyes, you lean forward, putting both arms next to his ears to rest atop the couch headrest. He doesn’t lose your gaze. Normal eye to eye contact when you’re just nose kisses apart would be so fucking weird if not completely wasted, and if not for Joel, who’s got such a different aura when he’s like this.
Or maybe it’s when you’re like this.
“Kiss me,” you whisper.
“That bad, huh?”
“I wouldn’t be here if it was all great.”
“Mmm.” His eyes briefly cast down top your supply pouty lips then back up. If your boyfriend were any threat to him, he’d bother to remember the dumb fuck’s name. But if you’re still climbing up to him for a little session in his lap over and over again, he’s got nothing to worry about. “S’alright. Like it when not all is great. Get to spend more time with ya.”
You tilt your head to the side and grin. “Then kiss me.”
He blows the smoke into your mouth just as your tongues collide. All of your senses are simultaneously elevated and dulled. You’re a little more out of It then he is, which makes it easier, for his fingers to lightly trace along your bra and unclasp the band from behind, your straps falling effortlessly while you’re glued to his tongue. You pull back with a groan, eyes fluttering close as Joel cups both your breasts in his big hands and massages them.
“You like it when I take care of ya needs.”
“Yeahhh,” you sigh contently, getting lost in his expert touch.
Laying back slightly, with your palms propped on his knees, you can’t help but roll your hips, your clothed core rubbing along his bulge. With his tongue caught curled between his teeth, he stares, hypnotized, as one finger hooks in the line of your cute cotton underwear and tugs it up, pulling it taught right between your folds.
He sits forward quickly, unzipping his pants. “Let me put it in this time,” he breathes into your neck, kissing your pulse gently.
Your judgement feels more cloudy than normal, but it doesn’t seem to be having lasting effects on Joel.
“Joel, I don’t—I don’t know.” Your arm secures itself over his shoulders and back as he grinds his lap up into you with slight fervor.
“I’ll make it good, I promise.” He plants his soft wet lips atop your tits. “Always make it good for ya, don’t I?”
You nod in agreement over his shoulder just as he tugs his length free from his pants.
Despite your hesitation and trust in his words, Joel’s gotta remind his more sober self to not get too ahead of himself. He rubs his tip along your slicked entrance, biting down his growls. But when you purr so pretty in his lap, so pliant and open minded to any of his suggestions, he can’t help but want to rush you ahead.
You gasp when he slides his cock into your tight walls.
“J-Joel,” you whine. You begin to pull away, the sesation of his member splitting you open suddenly making the dog dissipate in your mind.
But he soothes it all over when he captures your lips again. You visibly settle in his slap, effectively sliding him deeper into you until he’s filling you to the brim, balls snuggly twitching against your lower ass cheeks.
“Don’t go back to him,” he rasps. the bridge of his nose nudges your cheek, urging you to listen only to him. “Stay. Stay with me this time.”
You nod again, this time seeking his lips yourself. He rocks you back and forth steadily on his dick.
Maybe the little extra something he put in your stash will stick in your mind by tomorrow morning, and for as long as he can hold on to you. - - - -
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Thoughts on Echo as amputee/disability representation
First and foremost, I am not disabled or an amputee and I don’t claim to speak for those communities (and if I was I couldn't speak for everyone). What little I do know mostly comes from this youtube channel (@oakwyrm), this post, and other research I’ve done for my writing (and like one amputee I kinda knew in passing). By all means correct me and add to the conversation, I just have some thoughts I want to share because I haven’t really seen this discussed anywhere
Overview
So Echo is interesting. He is a triple amputee which is pretty rare in media. His disabilities come from extremely traumatic circumstances: injured in a near-death experience, imprisoned and dehumanized as an experiment with no autonomy over what happened to his body.
There are a few moments in the shows where Echo is treated… questionably. Like this bit where Rex uses him as an example of the Separatists' evils to convince the locals to fight back:
To be fair, yeah Echo’s treatment does prove that the Techno Union is not neutral like they claim. The modifications that everyone is gasping in horror at here obviously weren’t made with comfort and accessibility in mind, nor with Echo’s consent. But you still just want to be sure that “They took away his freedom, his humanity, they tried to turn him into a machine” is about using him as a living computer, not the fact that he is missing limbs.
The Batch is also pretty insensitive toward him and his trauma imo, which is weird considering they've supposedly also faced discrimination for their mutations
Disabled people do have to deal with stuff like this in this day and age so I guess it can speak to those experiences. I think especially him being mistaken as a droid (and Hunter going along with it (bruh)) might resonate with some people.
Aside from that stuff, Echo isn't really treated any differently as a character/person which is really good (as low of a bar as that is).
We get this moment in CW where Echo contemplates that yeah things are gonna be different now
While also (imo at least) showing that he is still the same person regardless, evidenced by the fact that he just echoed Rex :,) I also think it's significant that he joins the Bad Batch on his own terms and we're given a really emotional scene to specifically show that he's not just like 'lumped in with the other misfits' but that it is his choice to go where he feels his place is.
A lot of people, myself included, are disappointed that TBB didn't have more time to explore Echo's PTSD, but I think the one panic attack scene we did get is really good. Even thought it's minor it at least is an appropriate reaction from a guy who was medically tortured (which is more than I've come to expect from Star Wars shows lol)
And it's really sweet to see Omega showing Echo some empathy and consideration.
It would have been nice to see more of his adjustment period, and other side effects like chronic pain and maintenance, but there’s a lot of daily life stuff the show never had time for (i.e. we don’t know if he removed his prosthetics to sleep, but we also never saw him sleep anyway). His disabilities might take on a background role (much like the character himself sadly) but for the most part they aren’t invisible or erased, nor do they define his character and arc.
Physical Appearance
Okay this one is bit dicey, bc on the one hand, yes complaints that Echo’s paleness (most likely caused by burns from the explosion or chemical burns from the cryo-chamber) is whitewashing are totally valid. But I also think you can draw comparisons to real life conditions that affect pigmentation/complexion (like you know burns). So while I understand why a lot of fanart will depict him with his original skin tone and with hair, consider that there are real people who have to live with temporary or permanent changes to their appearance, and the idea of “fixing" him by making him look more like his old self can be problematic.
It's also interesting to note that Echo could act as a reversal of the 'disabled/disfigured = evil' trope. He's pale and bald and wears black and red, which is so often visually associated with villains, but we all know Echo is the bestest boy™
The Headpiece
Echo’s headpiece is interesting because within the show we don’t actually ever learn much about it (idk if there is more info in books or whatever bc i don’t have them so?). He didn’t have it in CW so we know it didn’t come from the Techno Union and therefore Echo probably had more choice with it. We don’t know its exact purpose but it’s most likely related to his scomping abilities. When he is hacking with his scomp in CW, before he has his headpiece, it’s clearly very mentally straining:
We don’t see him struggling like this in TBB once he does have it (though that could be bc he got more used to it over time). There doesn't seem to be much of an impact when he removes his headpiece in s3 ep14-15, except that he gets stuck in the ports every time he uses his scomp which is not something we’ve seen before:
There might not be an exact real-world equivalent, but the headpiece is some kind of accessibility aid. It means that someone specifically designed a device to help him adapt to the changes the Techno Union made, as well as a helmet that integrates it. It’s removable and visually very present, much like a cochlear implant would be. (A lot of people actually headcanon it to act partially as a hearing aid, since it makes sense that Echo’s hearing would have been damaged in the explosion, but there isn't really any indication of this in canon.) The headpiece is never really acknowledged in the show, but I think that's a good thing. It's something he needs/wants and it just exists, completely normalized, and that's pretty cool 👍
Legs
Sigh... So from the very first episode of TBB I was really disappointed that the animation team or whoever completely visually erased Echo’s prosthetic legs (I think we all were, honestly, if fanart is anything to go by). It’s one thing when he’s in armor because he would probably want to protect his prosthetics, but we literally see him in his blacks and there is no indication whatsoever that he lost his legs even though it was not left up for debate at all in CW:
Like ??????!?
This is just really strange to me! Idk what went on behind the scenes with this decision but I don’t really see why it would be that much harder to animate or anything since it’s 3D and they've done it before. We do see some pretty sophisticated cybernetic technology in Star Wars canon that mimics real limbs:
But Luke’s fancy hand is technically 20ish years from now, so Anakin and Maul are more of a representation of what level we could expect here
So yeah, for no apparent reason, his leg amputation is effectively, visually and narratively nonexistent. Which is not great 👎
Arm!
The scomp on the other hand (uh lol!) is the complete opposite and I kinda love it!
At first I, like many others, thought it was a bit odd that they didn’t give Echo a prosthetic arm. Losing hands is basically a Star Wars tradition at this point, so robotic arms/hands are well established within the worldbuilding:
We aren’t necessarily given a canon reason for why Echo doesn't get a cybernetic arm (again unless it's in some lore book I haven’t read, sorry). General fanon explanations I’ve seen are that he either couldn’t because the Techno Union wired the scomp too far into his nervous system, and/or the resources to give him one were deemed too expensive for a clone (what about his legs tho?), or that he chose not to, usually because he thought the scomping was useful.
Regardless, I actually really love this choice (and it's the whole reason I made this post), because here's the thing: There’s a lot of problematic tropes out there that either erase/cure disabilities or compensate them with perks (like how pretty much any blind character is actually not blind by some sort of magic power). With amputees that is done with robotic arms. The character is still an amputee or course, and there is still value in that representation, if this story from Mark Hamill that makes me tear up is anything to go by:
but for the most part these characters function like anyone else, just with a limb that looks a little different. It’s no more than a video game skin, an able-bodied actor with a green screen glove. It “cures” the disability, or it actually makes the character even stronger than usual:
It usually makes sense within the world of the story, but the reason it’s not so great in my opinion is that in the real world we just do not have technology anywhere close to that yet. Prosthetics can more or less replace any mobility from lost legs, but not for all the complexities of a hand (and even if they could the average person wouldn’t be able to afford it).
So
I think it's actually really super cool that Echo’s scomp bypasses the canonically-established amputee erasure and functions much like a stump would irl. He integrates it into his movements and everyday life and it’s (as far as I know) a lot closer to an everyday amputee’s experience.
It doesn’t define his character, it doesn’t hold him back, he lives a full life, the other’s don’t treat him any differently, and he’s still a total karking badass
The only additional thing is that he sometimes uses it as a weapon (which given his story, I think it’s cool to see him taking back autonomy in a way, and we only see that like twice)
And also the scomping, which could be seen as the 'added/compensating superpower' trope. But narratively it's no different than if he was plugging in with a hacking gadget of some kind (he didn't necessarily "need" to lose his arm for it) and it’s not like Echo is completely defined by this skill. Personally, I think it's well worth the positives of him actually having a visible and realistically impactful amputation.
I see a lot of posts or comments out there that say stuff like “how come Echo doesn’t get a hand?” or fanworks that do give him one and I just think it’s a bit of a shame. If he did get a robotic hand, it just would have disappeared the same way his legs and Anakin’s arm did (aside from that one time he got yoinked by a magnet). When Echo did “get a hand” in the last two episodes there were comments like “yay he finally got a hand! but it doesn’t even work” but I was actually so relieved that it didn’t! Bc for one thing that wouldn’t make any sense, he grabbed it off a droid, it wasn’t designed to implement with his scomp, that would be really complicated. But more importantly because it again refused to erase/cure his disability! It functioned like a real-world cosmetic prosthetic (useless beyond appearance) which is exactly what he needed it for, so that he could blend in better with his disguise.
And he continually took it off throughout the episode and ditched it at the end. He only used it for the necessity of a stealth mission, he doesn’t feel the need to visually “fit in” in his daily life.
And, last but very much not least, he made a dad joke and from my intel that is very accurate representation!
TLDR: Echo’s scomp is actually really cool from an amputee representation perspective, especially within Star Wars, and I think that deserves some appreciation
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♫♪: punishments!!
♫♪: pairing: dottore x bunny hybrid! reader
♫♪: warnings: written by a minor, slight yandere, aphrodisiac usage, dacryphilia, grinding, reader gets tied up, begging, mentions of being cut open (nothing really graphic though dw), if i missed anything let me know!!!
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♫♪: minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!!
“zandik? do you think we could go for a walk sometime? it’s been a while since we’ve been able to do anything together.” dottore’s head immediately snapped in you direction, his eyes narrowed and full of suspicion.
“where did you hear that name?” you shoot him an innocent smile. “what do you mean? that’s your name, isn’t it, zandik? i think it’s a lovely name if i’m being honest.”
he scoffs, slowly approaching you like how a predator would approach its cornered prey. you feel a pit of anxiety and fear gnawing at your gut when you see the pure, unadulterated rage in his eyes, starting to think that maybe you had finally taken it too far.
dottore grips your face tightly in his hand once he reaches you, his other moving to rest wrapped around your neck. “you know very well what i mean. you know not to talk about my past.” he forces your head up to stare directly into his eyes, and you swear you see the corners of lips quirk up when he sees the glassy shimmer of fear in yours, obviously enjoying how easy it is for him to rile you up.
“i think a punishment is in order, you need to learn how to control that mouth of yours and stop being such a brat.” you swallow nervously at his words. his punishments are always agonizing. your ears involuntarily twitch at the memory of your last one, still able to remember the way his scalpels felt when he carved open your skin.
“no! i’m sorry, dottore. i didn’t mean it!” he smirks, clearly enjoying your begging. “that’s better, but still not enough. you broke one of my rules, and you think a simple apology will be enough? you’re dumber than i thought.”
you desperately grab his sleeve, eyes starting to fill with tears that threatened to spill with every passing second. “please! i’ll do anything, i promise, just please, not another punishment. i’ll be good, i won’t ever break any of the rules again, i swear!”
dottore smiles at you, removing his hands from your face and neck to rest one of the back of your head and bury it in his chest, his thumb lightly stroking the base of one of your fluffy ears. the other moves down to rest on your waist, softly caressing your puffy tail and bringing you that much closer to him. he presses a soft kiss against the top of your head before speaking.
“as much as i enjoy your sweet voice begging me to take pity on you, i’m afraid i can’t let you go without a punishment this time.” his hold on you gets tighter when he feels you jolt in fear, tears finally spilling and soaking the fabric of his shirt. “but, if you calm down and stop trying to escape the inevitable, i might go easier on you. i have a couple new drugs i’ve been meaning to test, and none of the side effects are permanent. if you’re good, you can test those for me and i won’t have to cut you open again. as much i enjoy punishing you that way, you have such adverse reactions to it, and i wouldn’t want to make my little rabbit distressed just because you said my name. that wouldn’t be fair, would it?”
with the combination of dottore’s cologne invading your senses, the slight lack of air from being pressed against him for so long, and the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, you can’t find it in yourself to say no. he smiles when he feels you feebly nod your head against his chest, stroking your hair one last time before forcing you to your knees and tying your hands and legs up.
“now, just stay here and be good while i go get the medicine ready. it shouldn’t take longer than five minutes.” he kneels down and smooths away your tears while he speaks, leaving one last kiss to the top of your forehead before getting up and walking away, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts and a slowly increasing sense of relief that you wouldn’t be hurt again.
true to his words, dottore comes back five minutes later holding multiple bottles filled to the brims with color liquids. you watch curiously as he spreads them out in front of you. “since you’ve been so cooperative with your punishment this time, i’ve decided to let you choose which one you try. pick one out and i’ll save the others for later.” you slowly look down at your options, there’s so many it’s hard to choose. after a couple minutes of deliberation with dottore staring at you with a mix of love and fascination, you decide to go with the shimmery pink one in the heart shaped bottle.
“dottore?” he tilts his head to the side and hums. “what, little rabbit? have you decided?”
“mhm. i want the cute pink one!”
dottore laughs, patting your cheek condescendingly before sitting down on the floor in front of you. he picks up your chosen bottle and pulls off the cork before pressing it to your lips. “drink up, in order to get accurate results you have to take all of it.”
you obediently swallow everything in the bottle, and almost instantly you feel your entire body heat up, a sharp pang of arousal striking through your whole body. helpless whimpers start to slip from your lips as you look up and dottore with glossy, teary eyes. “ah! ‘tore, please help! hurts so bad, n-need you to touch me, hurts!” the end of your sentence trails off into a needy whine, and you lean your body against him.
you feel his chest vibrate with a small laugh while you hopelessly squirm and cry against him, his arms coming up to wrap around your body. “oh, dear, it seems my little experiment has put you into an early heat, huh? you poor thing.” he starts cooing at you in that sickeningly sweet voice he uses when he wants you to feel more like a pet than a person. “it was a very weak aphrodisiac, i didn’t think you’d react this strongly to it. i should’ve taken this into account though, it’s my fault, really.”
“don’ care, just need you to touch me! please ‘tore, it hurts!” you whine out, trying to grind against him for something, anything, to relieve the deep ache that’s settled between your legs. he shushes you, his hands starting to move up towards your soft, fluffy ears. he starts to gently rub at them, getting rougher when you let out a loud moan at the feeling.
dottore keeps playing with your ears like that while you grind yourself against his knee, the overwhelming sensations soon becoming too much for your body to handle as you violently cum all over his leg, the pain finally going away as you lean against him and let out a content sigh.
before you can say anything, you feel his large bulge underneath you, and as you feel your body heat up for the second time, you know that you’ll have a long night ahead of you.
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I have a request!! The reader has a scar from surgery near groin, and feels very insecure about it :(
and then Ghost discovers this and helps they feel more sure of themselves? *wink wink*
And btw, I'm using the translator because I'm terrible at English 🤐
warning(s): nsfw (18+), established relationship, scar mention, softdom!simon, angst/fluff to smut, oral sex, fingering, praise, fem!reader
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“You have to come out of there sometime, love.”
His voice came muffled through the bathroom door. On the other side, you were running your fingers over the scar near your groin. Sure, he had seen you naked before — but tonight was different. His hands roamed right over it and they lingered too long, effectively reminding you of the lasting mark you were insecure about.
It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t even yours. But something about it ruined the mood, and you couldn’t just shut that out.
Finally, you stepped out again, facing him after minutes of brooding. He could tell, based on your expression, that this was a deeper issue. One he wanted to fix; in more ways than one.
"What is it? Something I did?" His arm snakes around your shoulder, guiding you to the edge of the bed.
You shake your head defensively, hands folded in your lap. "It's nothing, it's... My scar. It's always bothered me."
"Don't do that," Simon whispers, holding your chin gently to keep your gaze. There's truly nothing about you he disliked, especially when it came to scars. He harbored them everywhere, some from service, others from childhood.
He rotates his arms, exposing marks and healed scrapes everywhere. "Look at me, sweetheart. Bloody have 'em everywhere." Next, he removed his tee, where the deepest, most noticeable blemishes were etched into his skin. Some were burns, others from blades or shrapnel, bullets, too.
You watched him show every inch of what he had been through, the permanent reminders that he had to live with. It made your scar seem minute, effectively easing your heavy heart. The insecurities, you might never get over, but it's an unbeatable feeling to be appreciated so deeply — just for you, imperfections and all.
Before you could get in your head again, he was cupping the sides of your face, using his knee to push you backward on the plush mattress. "Nothin' to be ashamed of," he mutters against your lips, whilst his hands untie the robe wrapped around you, "especially on you."
"Thought I ruined the mood," you whisper when the next kiss pauses, holding his waist.
With tender haste, he removed your wrists from his waist, placing them at your sides, which allowed him to scoot down further. "Takes a lot more than that to scare me off, love."
With fumbling fingers, he gives the fabric one more tug, exposing your nightwear underneath. Before you've come up with a response, he fills the void by pressing his lips to your inner thigh. It's a silent gesture, but one that speaks volumes. Simon multitasks, keeping you entertained by peppering kisses, while your panties have been pulled to the side. You're on full display now; aroused and sensitive again, like you were before you ran off to the washroom.
Instinctively, you reach for his hair — but you've been repositioned again.
"No, no, hands at your sides. Good girl." His hot breath tickles your wet heat until he's closed in on it. Pressing his lips to your clit, leaving calculated licks along it until you moan from the repeated movements.
The only 'touch' you're permitted is the squeeze of your thighs around his head, though he'd much prepare to have you spread and on full display. But tonight wasn't about him, nor was it often. His focus was on you, only you.
His thick fingers find your slit, easing in until they've filled you, reaching the deepest spots inside you. Simon's heavy breaths only stimulate your nerves further, adding to the feeling of his thrusting fingers.
"So fuckin' perfect."
˚。⋆୨୧˚ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˚。──divider cred. cafekitsune
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Socialite Series: Cherry’s Master Post
Things that have helped me, that could help you. Here is a master list of my softmaxxing journey!
Body:
J*hn Bent*n’s workouts: Yes he’s an asshole but his workouts really do work. He used to train models and his workouts are life changing.
2. B-12 Lipo salines: These you can consume in a shot (like an injection) or in a saline (go to a GOOD DOCTOR for this). I prefer the saline, and my doctor recommended the 6 week course for me (one saline every week). It burns subQ fat and that was the main reason why I began using those. There is zero side effect to these, acc to my doc. edit: don’t really recommend these anymore. I’ll update this list when I finish my Emsculpt.
3. Diet: More protein, more vegetables, more water and lesser intake of carbs. Carbs are important but i used to over-consume them. Cutting down has helped me a lot. I also did a gut bacteria test (you basically sent a piece of your shit to a lab and they analyse it) to understand what foods worked for me and what didnt.
4. Probiotics for metabolism management
5. Measuring: I stopped tracking weight and began tracking body fat % instead. I feel that this works better for me.
6. Wood therapy: I KNOW. You lot will think its bogus but it helped me and im sticking to it, so there. There’s no wood therapy spa near me, so i ordered the wood therapy tools from amazon, plastic wrap, a waist trainer, almond oil. I looked up videos on wood therapy and lymphatic drainage, and i do it for about 5 mins on my tummy and thighs before my work outs, wrap my torso with plastic wrap, throw the waist trainer on top.
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Skin:
Accutane: this helped me tremendously with my acne and my skin is 95% blemish free now. If you are taking this, remember to be disciplined and regular.
Zero alcohol: I stopped drinking completely and its done my skin and health wonders.
Products: Sunscreen + Vitamin C combo in the AM. Retinol + moisturiser at night. Recommended by my dermat.
Hair removal: I refuse to shave because its so uncomfortable so i prefer to wax once in 2 months. Personally, when I began exfoliating my body twice a week - I use a scrub by the Body Shop - I noticed that the hair was growing back slower than it used to. I use a loofah for everyday too. I don’t believe in laser because it’s never just 6 sessions; you do have to have “maintenance” sessions as well post the 6.
Face sculpting: Gua sha on alternative nights. I dont know if this works or is placebo, but I felt like it did.
Body lotion every day. Twice a day sometimes. I swear, it makes you smell good and feel so soft.
Expensive make up: specially, foundation. I’m sorry, i know this could be controversial. But idk what cow semen Charlotte Tilbury puts in her make up, it seriously makes me glow. I’m yet to find a good drug store alternative. A while back, I stopped wearing concealer, and I began using a lighter shade of CT’s foundation as concealer over my normal shade. I feel that because the products are chemically the same, they blend better and don’t react and “peel.” Highly recommend that too. For the rest of my face like powder, blush, eyeliner, I do use normal drug store make up.
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Oral hygiene:
I used to have braces. After taking them off, I noticed a difference in my jaw.
Brush, floss, Listrine, tongue cleaner
Mild whitening. I think Hollywood level teeth whitening looks crazy and I want to look as “naturally” beautiful as possible.
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Hair care:
For hair growth: as recommended by my doc: minoxidil hair foam 5% w/w Tugain Foam.
High frequency wand before wash days on my scalp.
Moroccan hair oil. I use a tiny amount everyday on my ends after I finish my make up for the day and I swear it makes my hair shine like crazy.
I also got hair Botox done because i used to have curly but absolutely unmanageable hair. I tried to make it work for years but i gave up and caved in to having permanent straight hair and I love it.
I only shampoo twice a day so on days when i workout but don’t shampoo, i use hair perfume. I spray some of it on my brush and run it through my hair. I swear it works.
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Overall:
The colour palette theory seriously works. I didn’t realise that wearing the right colours can impact you so much.
Confidence is absolutely key. I seriously recommend going to a group class of some sort if you have the time and just mingling with random people. Social situations are important to gauge your “standing.”
Random but if you have a big nose: grow out your eyebrows / fill them in slightly thicker. I noticed that when I had thin eyebrows, my nose would stand out more but when I made them thicker, it balanced my face out better.
Steam iron your clothes before you wear them. You will look 100% put together.
*IF* you’re aesthetically challenged when it comes to picking clothes, use my rule of thumb: never wear any more than 3 colours at once (remember: IF you can’t put outfits together).
#girlblogging#this is a girlblog#it girl#just girly thoughts#divine feminine#hyper feminine#Looksmaxxing#softmaxxing#beauty#Skincare#Glow up#level up#upgrade#girly#outfits#make up tips#make up#weight loss#fat loss#transformation#Socialite#How to be a Socialite#Maintenance#high maintenance#low maintenance#Beauty ritual
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Have been in a bit of a creative rut recently but this one ate (lore below cut)
In my slender verse au after a victim dies / fulfills their initial purpose to the operator they are transported to a pocket dimension in which the “slender-mansion” resides
But before they can roam the endless fields and forests they have to be “approved” by the operator. (So for example if a random person is killed by someone involved with the operator they will be left to rot :( but if the operators victim winds up here they will be revived/let live in the pocket dimension) in some cases (Jeff) the victim isn’t considered useful (obedient) enough so they are allowed to run their course in the outside world until their inevitable demise.
It’s most common that victims end up here dead initially and the longer they remain dead the more they rot, obviously, but not in the traditional gruesome way that decay occurs in our universe.
First the victim’s features will begin to lose color (like hair, irises, skin, etc) beginning with the hair on the side of the body that the victim was lying on when they passed, so in Julia’s case her hair begins to fade on her front side because she was placed face down before her life ended.
Then about 7 months - a year in the body will begin to grow golden flowers at the point of injury that killed the victim. (In Julia’s case in on her stomach where she was shot) later spreading to any other points of injury and the ground around them. These flowers emit a soft glow.
It takes around 5 years for the flowers to fully over take the body and when they have done so the victim can no longer be revived. The flowers will lose their glow and pigment, eventually turning into a thick bed of white flowers.
If a person is revived after flowers had already begun growing the flowers will continue to live and will need to be removed manually, if not they will continue to grow creating a sort of zombie situation (rotting while living). When removing the flowers a short small pain occurs that’s similar to plucking body hairs.
The pale hair is permanent, similar to naturally occurring grey hairs, but any skin discoloration is not.
After being revived the person will find the mansion, which is a tall gothic style structure like this:
The house is able to expand based on housing need but it’s not common that this occurs.
The house has:
-heating/cooling
-electricity
-running water
Any other needs are covered during monthly trips where 2-4 victims are sent back out of the pocket dimension (while under close supervision) for 3-6 days. These resources are collected via shoplifting, pickpocketing, etc.
Proxies aren’t exactly a thing, there are more obedient victims but none are 100% in agreement with the operator. People like Kate the chaser are very obedient to their roles (mostly due to the influence of the operator still having an effect on them) but others like Tim or Brian can voice their opinions opposing the operator and face little consequence (mostly the operator makes their lives more inconvenient like cold showers, boiling water in the sinks, or blackouts only in their rooms, etc, etc.)
People I include in this au are
-Tobias Rodgers (Ticci Toby)
-Tim wright (the masked man / masky)
-Brian Thomas (the hooded man / hoodie)
-Jane Richardson (Jane the killer)
-Nina Hopkins (Nina the killer)
-Liu Woods (Homicidal Liu)
-Ben Drowned (brought to you via nintendo 64)
-Jack Nyras (Eyeless Jack (he sort of has eyes :I))
-Natalie Ouellette (clockwork)
-Sally Williams
-Kate Milens (Kate the chaser)
-…Alex Kralie (oops.)
This post is ridiculously long sorry😭)
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Transgender Feminization Steps
Step 1: Mental Health Evaluation and Diagnosis
Consult a mental health professional, such as a psychologist or psychiatrist, who has experience in gender identity issues.
Discuss your gender identity and expression, and receive a diagnosis of gender dysphoria or gender incongruence according to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5) or the International Classification of Diseases (ICD-11).
Ensure any underlying mental health conditions, such as depression, anxiety, or eating disorders, are well-managed.
Step 2: Hormone Therapy
Begin feminizing hormone therapy (FHT) under the guidance of a healthcare provider experienced in transgender care.
FHT typically involves the use of estrogen (estradiol) and anti-androgens (such as spironolactone) to reduce masculine characteristics and promote female characteristics.
Monitor hormone levels through regular blood tests to ensure they are within a healthy range.
Step 3: Physical Changes
Allow 18-24 months for full physical effects of hormone therapy to manifest.
Expect changes in secondary sex characteristics, such as:
Increased body fat storage in hips, buttocks, and face
Softer skin and reduced facial hair
Breast development
Changes in muscle and body fat distribution
Step 4: Body Feminization Surgery (Optional)
Consider body feminization surgery, such as trunk liposuction and buttocks augmentation, to achieve a more feminine physique.
Choose a surgeon with specialized knowledge and experience in transgender care.
Step 5: Ongoing Care and Monitoring
Schedule regular follow-up appointments with your healthcare provider to monitor hormone levels, physical changes, and overall health.
Address any side effects or complications promptly, and adjust hormone therapy or surgical plans as needed.
Additional Considerations
Social transition: Update your name and pronouns, and adjust your public gender expression.
Voice feminization: Consider voice therapy or surgery to achieve a more feminine voice.
Hair removal: Explore hair removal options, such as electrolysis or laser hair removal, to achieve a smoother, more feminine appearance.
Important Notes
Permanent feminization is a gradual process that requires patience, commitment, and ongoing care.
It is essential to work with healthcare providers experienced in transgender care to ensure safe and effective treatment.
Individual results may vary, and it is crucial to have realistic expectations about the outcomes of hormone therapy and surgery.
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As Cary had suspected, Benny was a relentless chatterbox. He talked a lot about the stars, of days spent studying them, learning how to navigate by them, reading the stories that their ancestors had come up with about them. Some of the things he said made it sound like he had even been up in the heavens to see them in person. It made Cary laugh about how completely, well, starstruck he sounded about them.
He switched tracks easily enough though, when nudged with another topic. “So how does a noble end up fighting as a soldier? Most of our experiences with your lot, you all do whatever you can to get out of it.”
“Oh? Figured that out, did you?”
“Most people in the lower classes can’t spare the kind of gold it takes for magic lessons.”
Benny shrugged. “Seemed like the right thing to do. Too many of my ‘kinsmen’ are all too happy to sit around at home while so many other people are dying. I thought maybe I could shame them into taking action, or something. At the very least, I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t do something to actively help. There are few enough mages fighting this war on our side as it is, maybe I can help to save a few people.”
“And have you?”
“I don’t know. I hope so.”
Later that day, Benny got his bandages removed. Cary wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting, but a mass of copper-colored ringlets wasn’t it. He had never seen such vibrant red hair before. The doctor gave his head one final check, then declared him to be in the clear.
Benny still didn’t leave, though.
“Depleted magicka reserves,” the mage explained when Cary gave him a confused look. “The head wound is what landed me here—along with a few other, smaller physical injuries, of course—but that’s what’s keeping me here.”
“And how does that happen?”
“Overexertion,” Benny said with a shrug. “It was a pretty nasty battle. I’d like to think that me giving it my all is why so many of the other soldiers in my division made it out alive, but I was knocked out at some point, so I can’t say for sure. Last thing I can remember, I was trying to catch my breath, and then a sharp pain exploded in my skull. Whoever it was must have been in a hurry, to just leave me lying on the ground after that, but I’m not complaining. I was still one of the lucky ones.” Cary nodded his understanding. “The doctors here have never seen a case as bad as mine before. I do feel fine now, my head was what I was more concerned about, but I guess it’s their job to worry. I mean, that sort of thing can have long term or even permanent effects on a person.”
“The... depleted magicka reserves, you mean?”
Benny nodded. “Left untreated, it could have permanently damaged my ability to cast spells. But I’m well on my way to recovery now,” he added when Cary gave him a concerned look. “They’ll probably let me go home in a couple more days.”
The thought saddened the twins. Though they had only known each other for twenty-four hours at this point, they had already come to be fond of Benny. Even knowing who they were now, even having heard the rumors of what happened at Southlake Point, he didn’t pry, or push them to describe what they had seen there. Instead he chattered brightly about the stars, or about his siblings (he had five, a mix of brothers and sisters, of which he was the youngest), or his magic lessons he took while growing up. When he did ask them questions, they were about their parents, or what life was like while they were growing up.
“We grew up in Studsboro,” Cary answered at length. “Small town, west of Bricksburg. Mum and Dad still live there. It’s a fishing town, right on the coast, with a thick wood on its eastern side. We played there a lot when we were young, the other kids thought we were too strange to play with.”
“Do you have any siblings?” Benny asked, leaning forward in his curiosity to the point that he nearly fell off his bed. He caught himself before he could do a faceplant on the floor.
Cary nodded. “Our younger brother, Keelan. He’s still at home with Mum and Dad. They didn’t manage to have us until later in life, so he looks after them and helps around the house.”
Benny smiled. “That’s sweet of him.”
They spent the rest of the afternoon trading stories about the mischief they and their siblings got up to as children. Benny’s current tale of how his eldest brother had trained their dog to eat his homework had the twins in stitches. Cary couldn’t remember ever laughing so much before.
“And we found that out the hard way, too. I had just finished my homework, and set it down on the counter to get myself a snack. When I came back like two minutes later, Curly had it all over the floor and ripped to pieces. I mean, you can not imagine the look on my teacher’s face when I had to tell her my dog really did eat my homework, my mom even had to write her a letter to back up my story—”
Cary tried, very unsuccessfully, to stifle his giggles when a nurse brought in their supper. As if the contents of Benny’s tales weren’t hilarious enough on their own, he was also such an animated storyteller. The nurse eyed him warily as she handed over his tray. “I’m glad to see your mood has improved,” she ventured. Cary snorted. She gave Benny his tray before turning and leaving, seemingly in a rush. Benny burst into laughter.
“Have you been terrorizing the hospital staff?”
“Maybe,” Cary admitted with a grumble. “Can you really blame me though, when they kept setting up loud mouthed idiots in here that couldn’t leave us well enough alone? Nosy bastards.” Benny snickered.
“Nah. I think I’d probably be pretty grumpy too, if people kept asking me dumb questions like that.”
The twins couldn’t fight down their melancholy when Benny was finally released a couple days later. They would miss his ridiculous stories and impromptu astronomy lectures (even if they barely understood a word he said when he got going). They glanced up when he emerged from the attached bathroom again, finally wearing something other than the loose shirt and pants provided by the hospital. He looked every inch the noble he was supposed to be, dressed in such fine clothes, his blue silk vest covered in embroidered silver starbursts, the rest of his slightly darker blue suit also trimmed in silver to match. The black leather of his boots looked so soft that Cary almost couldn’t resist reaching out to touch them. Benny only gave him a knowing smirk when he spotted the soldier catching himself.
“It really was nice getting to know you both,” he eventually spoke. Even he could sense the somber atmosphere the room had taken on. “You said you live in Bricksburg, right?” Cary nodded. “Look me up sometime, whenever you get home. I don’t really have any friends, anymore, so I’d like to keep in touch. If that’s all right with you.”
They almost couldn’t believe their ears. Benny really considered them his friends? Cary nodded eagerly. It took him a moment to find his voice again. “Yeah, of course. We’d like that too.” Benny smiled brightly at them before finally waving goodbye and leaving the room.
They weren’t paired with anyone else after that.
It was still another week before the twins were finally declared fit for release, and though they still weren’t cleared to return to active duty, General Mooring had sent them a letter requesting their presence at Headquarters once they were home and able to make the trip.
It wasn’t the letter Alastar was hoping for. That letter never made an appearance, driving their already morose mood even further down.
Their parents and brother had traveled all the way from Studsboro to the hospital in Platon to see them and bring them home. They appreciated the help—it would have been even slower going, trying to manage by themselves when they still required crutches to get around. Though the doctors had removed their cast, the torn calf muscle would take several weeks to heal yet.
The trip back to Bricksburg took four days. Cary and Alastar were both grateful that their parents had insisted on bringing the horse and cart. They had even had the forethought to put cushioning in the back of the cart for the twins to sit or lay on so they would be more comfortable. Nora, Daniel, and Keelan took turns driving so they could all spend equal time with the twins.
“When do you think they’ll let you return to active duty?” their mother asked once they were settled back in their cottage.
“I don’t know,” Cary sighed. “After what happened at Southlake... Well, there’s no telling what they’ll decide. I just hope my record up until that point will be enough to convince them it was a fluke.” Nora sighed and gave her sons a tight hug.
“If not, then maybe I can stop worrying about you boys so much.” Cary managed a weak smile and hugged her back.
“We’ll be fine, Mum.”
“Are you sure you don’t need us to stay?” Daniel asked.
“Positive, Dad. Our leg’s feeling so much better already. We’ll manage.”
“Independent to a fault,” Keelan teased, earning a huff and a ruffling of his hair. He grinned at his brothers as he straightened his hair out again. The twins accepted a final kiss from their mother, and hugs from their father and brother, before their family finally stepped back out through their front door and began their own journey home.
Cary sighed.
Don’t despair yet, Alastar tried to encourage. The General only said to meet with him once we got home. He didn’t give any indication that what he has to say is bad.
“He didn’t give any indication that what he has to say is good either,” Cary muttered in response. “But let’s get this over with.”
They got themselves cleaned up and changed into fresh clothes, then flagged down a carriage to take them to Headquarters, where the General would be waiting for them. Cary stared out of the window during the ride, unable to help the churning feeling in his stomach. Alastar was right—he knew he shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions, but he simply couldn’t help himself, when he had no information whatsoever to go on. His twin did his best to try to help keep him calm, but even Alastar was feeling some apprehension. Sterling record or not, they did just have one hell of a botched battle. There was no salvaging that.
Finally they arrived, and Cary hobbled his way into the building. The guard at the door was kind enough to open it for him, at least. They made their way to the General’s office. “Sir?” Cary called to announce their presence.
“Callaghan,” the General greeted with a curt nod. “About time.”
A stone formed in their stomach, and their apprehension only grew. He didn’t have the patience for all the formal bullshit, and decided to cut right to the chase. “What’s the verdict, sir.”
“Trial. You’re to be dishonorably discharged after.”
Cary closed his eyes against the overwhelming grief. “Yes, sir.”
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Lab Rat
Whumptober 7. Lab whump with extra dehumanisation and gore, this time!
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There’s a taste in his mouth that he can’t get out.
The first experiment is simple. The muzzle is removed, and the body is fed water for the first time in days. It is helped to drink until it can drink no more, turning its head away from the feeding tube. Then, for the next twenty minutes, some mild acid forces the body to produce saliva, which is collected in test tubes on ice.
The body endures this placidly. It is cooperative with the cotton swabs placed inside its mouth. It holds still with its jaw wide, not needing to be forced. Maybe it is grateful to have been given water. Maybe it hopes, as the doctors do, that saliva will substitute blood in their treatments.
But the testing is done quickly and the results are clear. If there is power in the saliva, it is so diluted as to be useless.
And there’s a taste in his mouth that he can’t get out.
The second experiment is nails and hair. The body is unresponsive when the hair is trimmed. It looks to be sleeping, though nobody is sure whether it truly sleeps like humans do. It wakes up, as best they can tell, with no idea of what was done. But later that day, they trim its nails. The clippings are stored in another sample container and taken away for testing.
This is equally unimpressive. There was already significant doubt that such expendable parts of the body would contain anything of value. But it was proof of the previous experiment. Only things integral would be useful to gather.
And there’s a taste in his mouth that he can’t get out.
By the end of the week, Caroline has allowed another experiment, more invasive now there have been no ill effects from the others. The body still bleeds through the needle in its arm, and nothing else matters. So Caroline authorises a tissue sample.
The first one is small, just a scraping of dead skin from under their trimmed fingernails. The body barely responds to the dull shear on their fingers. The flakes are taken away in a petri dish.
Next is a slice of fresh skin. One hand is taken into a bowl of water to be thoroughly cleaned. This, unlike the rest, gets a response, tears leaking down its cheeks as if touched by the gesture. But it is done by uncaring hands, who only want to make sure the site of their sample is sterile.
Gloved hands press the knuckles flat on a rolling steel side table. Caroline does the incision herself, peeling back mere millimetres of skin with her sharpest scalpel. The blood, which cannot be wasted, is allowed to flow openly until it clots on its own. Caroline takes the sample off herself for immediate testing, while one of the acolyte doctors is responsible for soaking up every drop of blood.
Lachlan doesn’t know if the skin sample works or not. All he knows is that, the very next day, Caroline returns for more. As the body heals, and does not scar, she grows less and less worried that she will do something irreversible.
Kurt used to speak up. He is supposed to, if she risks permanent damage to the body, but he doesn’t say a word. He’s barely present anymore. He’s here because he was told to be here, and outside of working hours, he is gone.
Caroline stays. Caroline sharpens and sterilises her scalpels. She gathers her two favourite students, the brightest and most loyal. They cleanse the site of her next incision. She has chosen the thigh, and they make sure every strand of hair and speck of dirt is gone from the area she designs. No contaminants. Why stop at blood when flesh could yield better results?
The body knows it is coming already. Even as Caroline only prepares, it has clearly worked out the pattern. It keens in pain at the first touch of metal and doesn’t stop when it comes in earnest. She presses the scalpel into flesh, barely needing to push with as sharp as she has the blade. Blood wells up around it, and she cuts with confidence.
The body – Northlight – cries out through the muzzle, legs jerking and arms pulling at the restraints. The pain is audible in their voice. The tears flow from their eyes again, backwards down their face as their head is thrown back. Caroline is immune, extracting the gouged flesh and having it conveyed to be chilled and preserved for testing. One of her students is already stifling the bleeding. The other conveys the sample away.
Lachlan tries not to look at the blob of flesh on the tray, nor at the bleeding hole in Northlight’s leg. He looks at the body’s tormented expression, and tries not to listen to the whimpers low in its throat. It’s a sensible thing to do with the experiments, to build up like this. It makes sense. It’s scientific. The body was always going to respond like this. Simulating feelings. Like how trees bleed sap.
The…
Northlight cries in hopeless pain as the wound is tightly bandaged. Northlight shakes their head in plea when the doctor leaves. Northlight endures without painkillers, without even food. Northlight turns their eyes to him.
There’s a taste in Lachlan’s mouth that he can’t get out. Metallic and sour. He knows it can’t be real, but he can taste it all the same. He drinks it in his dreams and it makes him ache and shiver.
Every morning he goes to wash his face in the laboratory toilets, and he bares his teeth the mirror, to check them for sharper edges.
#whumptober2023#lab whump#lab whumpee#fantasy whump#magical healing#vampire whump#gouging#my fic#whump#northlight#lachlan#caroline#dehumanisation#rehumanisation?#lab rat#alt.14#gore
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Could you pretty please make a list of the people in your au and their superhero/ villain name(s) + their powers/hybrid features if they have any? Sorry if this has been asked already. I had read the fics in your au a while back. And my stupid brain won't let me read it again.
Sure! This hasn't been asked already, actually
There are no hybrid features on any of them. This is, technically, a 100% human AU (except some humans have powers)
I'll put some basics here, and after Even Strong Walls Fall Down is fully posted and there are no spoilers, I can make a more comprehensive list (because some information is revealed in Strong Walls and I want to make sure that's a little bit of a surprise)
Other information that I'm sourcing were things I answered here and here, some of which hasn't actually made it into the stories yet but since I've already posted it to Tumblr, I consider it "known to the audience"
From this fic universe if you're new and unsure what this ask is referring to
Under the cut 'cause this got long!
Tango Tek
Alias: Deepfrost
Powers: cryokinesis (control of ice/cold), umbrakinesis (control of darkness/shadows, which he generates and can see through) "fueled" by his heartbeat, Sonic Shriek (actually a twist on the umbrakinesis, as it's the heartbeat's volume multiplied exponentially)
Side effects: blue-grey eyes + ice-blue hair while using powers (frost in hair maintains the blue longer) that fades after a minute or two. Sclera of eyes turn black when he's using his darkness, eyes glow slightly to allow him to see through his darkness. Prominent cold aura when powers are in use, barely-noticeable cold aura normally. Skin always cold. Struggles to maintain control over powers when emotions run high
Bonus information: has ADHD, played hockey in school, has a 160 IQ (above genius-level), is considered one of the most powerful superpowered people in the city, is very creative at using his powers, could be considered paranoid but he prefers the term "cautious", manifested his powers at 17
Jimmy Solidarity
Alias: Sheriff
Powers: Super strength, increased speed, enhanced endurance, fast healing
Side effects: Increased metabolism to fuel powers, increased muscle density (no appearance changes to speak of, apart from noticeable musculature)
Bonus information: has a cat named Norman, needs glasses but wears contacts with his superhero mask, manifested his powers at 22, the latest anyone on record has ever manifested powers (usual range is 16-20)
Scar Goode
Alias: HoTGuY
Powers: Acute senses (sight, smell, hearing, etc.), enhanced strength (nowhere near Sheriff's maximum), tactile telekinesis (can control the things he touches with his mind. Mainly used to improve his aim). Is best known as an archer
Side effects: Power manifestation overcame a neuromuscular disease that left him unable to walk, but not permanently. He still occasionally has fits where his legs won't work. Powers slightly saturated the shade of green of his eyes.
Bonus information: uses a mechanical glider to fly, can adjust the draw weight on his bow to 600 pounds, manifested his powers when he was 18
Joel Beans
Alias: Lore
Powers: Electrokinesis (lightning control, lightning is green), flight (Superman-style), invulnerability
Side effects: lightning flickers in the sclera of his eyes when he uses lightning. Permanent green streak in his hair that cannot take dye. Power manifestation and invulnerability removed his allergies. Giving him more endurance, speed, and strength because he can't injure himself by overdoing things
Bonus information: is married to the mayor of the city, Lizzie. Manifested his powers when he was 19. Is retired from field work and instead runs the superhero division and acts as the heroes' handler
Impulse [Civilian Name Redacted bc Spoilers]
Alias: Impulse
Powers: [Spoilers!], but he is a brilliant inventor of technology and experimenting with biology. Allegedly created creatures called Phantoms. Presumably created GeminiSlay and Blood Moon's weapons
Side effects: Active use of powers make eyes turn yellow and glow. Also has a [Redacted because Spoilers]
Bonus information: is the biological father of the Soup Group's other two members (which is known to the other two main villains in the city, but not spoken about), manifested his powers when he was 20, built and rides the Pulse Bike: a highly advanced motorcycle, is almost a genius
Gem [Last Name Redacted bc Spoilers]
Alias: GeminiSlay (most often referred to as just Slay)
Powers: Unknown by most people. Primarily a melee fighter with an energy sword not unlike a lightsaber
Side effects: when powers are in use, one eye turns red, the other gold
Bonus information: her powers manifested when she was [Spoilers], uses a motorcycle
Pearl [Last Name Redacted bc Spoilers]
Alias: Blood Moon (often referred to as just Moon)
Powers: Unknown to most people. Known for being extremely acrobatic and mobile. Primarily a ranged fighter with a bow that shoots arrows of light/energy
Side effects: Eyes tend to turn red when using powers
Bonus Information: her powers manifested when she was [Spoilers]
Etho [Last Name Unknown]
Alias: Arctic Fox
Powers: Unknown. (Information that I've revealed to the audience but the characters don't know is that he's Immortal as a main power) Incredibly skilled at hand-to-hand combat and stealth.
Side effects: Left eye turns and glows red when his powers are in use
Bonus information: is one of the longest-serving field heroes in the city, maintains friendly respect with Deepfrost after the latter was kicked out of the division, never removes the mask that covers the lower half of his face at the division, is an extremely private person, is almost a genius
Grian [Last Name Unknown]
Aliases: CuTeGuY, Poultry Man
Powers: clairvoyance (CG), enhanced dexterity (CG), flight with wings (CG&PM. CG's wings are parrot-like, PM's are chicken-like), telepathy (unknown to people), teleportation (unknown to people), memory manipulation (unknown to all but Deepfrost, who is vaguely aware). Primarily fights with a bow and arrow (CG). Can use illusions and/or change appearances between CuTeGuY and Poultry Man on the fly, as necessary (unknown to people). Immortal (unknown)
Side effects: Eyes glow violet when using clairvoyance
Bonus information: Is an actual god. Like, a minor deity, but still a deity. Has been around for thousands of years and pretends to be mortal because he finds it fun and it staves off the boredom of living forever. He uses whichever alias and costume will suit his needs for what he wants at any given moment. Thrives off chaos. Martyn is the only mortal who knows he's a god.
Doc [Civilian Name Unknown]
Alias: Doc
Powers: can create things out of raw materials using just his hands, can spawn minions (zombies and skeletons), has a cybernetic eye and arm with extra features including but not limited to thermal/night vision and extra strength
Side effects: Unknown
Bonus information: First known person to manifest powers over 30 years ago, created such dangerous weapons trying to overcome Joel's invulnerability that Joel chose to retire to protect the city, manifested powers when he was 19, considers Deepfrost something of a surrogate son and the best protégé he ever took under his wing
Rapid-Fire Round! XD
Cub [Last Name Unknown]
Alias: None
Powers: Technopathic (can control technology with his mind)
Side effects: Permanent eye-color change from blue to vibrant teal
Bonus information: is an intelligent inventor, creates the suits for the field heroes, doesn't want to be known for the powers he had no choice in: rather his creations, doesn't do field work and never wants to, manifested his powers at 16, is good friends with Scar
Cleo [Last Name Unknown]
Alias: formerly Zombie Queen
Powers: extremely fast healing factor/regeneration (like Wolverine or Deadpool)
Side effects: permanent vibrant lime green eyes and a somewhat palid skin tone
Bonus information: was the third person in the city to manifest powers (not including the immortals) around 25 years ago, has never done field work, assists Cub in creating the heroes' armor/suits, also is the primary medic in the superhero division's infirmary, manifested powers at 20
Bdubs [Last Name Unknown]
Alias: formerly Sleep King
Powers: Dream and sleep manipulation and creation
Side effects: Sleeps a lot
Bonus information: also has never done field work, is good friends with Etho, manifested powers at 18
False Symmetry [Civilian Name Unknown]
Aliases: False Symmetry, Queen of Hearts(, Heads, and Body Parts)
Powers: Unknown. (Combat prowess nearly unmatched. Has been witnessed making her sword appear in her hand)
Side effects: Unknown
Bonus information: an information broker, has her fingers in every pie in the city and always tries to know everything important going on, manifested her powers when she was 16
TFC [Civilian Name Unknown]
Alias: TFC
Powers: Geokinetic (control of Earth)
Side effects: Unknown
Bonus information: manifested powers not long after Cleo, was kind of tied with Etho for longest-serving field hero. Founded the division with Etho and Joel. Lost his life in the line of duty, saving civilians (accident not killed). Powers manifested when he was 17
Ren Dogg
Alias: none
Powers: Shapeshifter
Side effects: unknown
Bonus information: Is one of the only superpowered people in the city who actively hides his powers from both the superhero division and the villains. Manifested at 19. Martyn is the only person who knows he has powers
Mumbo Jumbo [Civilian Name Unknown]
Alias: Mumbo Jumbo
Powers: Unknown
Side effects: Unknown
Bonus information: Unknown
#Even Ice Walls Fall Down#answered#lol can you tell Tango's my favorite? XD his section is so much longer for not being super complicated like Grian lol
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Portgas D Ace X CisFem Reader
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A/N - < text > = typed dialogue.
The room was dark and smelled heavily of cleaning products. Despite the darkness you were enveloped in familiar warmth, though unlike every other night this time your head rested against his chest. You could feel his body rise and fall with the even breaths of his slumber, surprised he wasn't snoring. Shifting you attempted to raise your left hand to rest on his arm that reposed across your chest, stopping with the sharp tug the I.V. implant.
So, it hadn't been a dream. Your beetle was gone and you weren't even aware of the extent of your own injuries.
Ace startled with your movement lowering himself to be face to face with you. He greeted you with a guilty smile, eyes searching your features carefully. You smiled back meekly just happy to see him again.
His lips began to move but you were met with silence. Come to think of it you hadn't actually heard anything since waking. Not Ace's breath, not the movement of the sheets, not even the air moving through the room; just simply nothingness.
Ace saw the panic reflected in your eyes as your heart monitor began to beep at a quickened pace. Quickly he removed his phone from his pocket and opened a notepad app and began to type. Calmly running his fingers through your hair he drew your panicked attention back to his face before turning the phone to you.
<You've ruptured your eardrums. We don't know how permanent it is.>
<I know it's hard to process. Please breathe>
You exhaled the breath you were involuntarily holding and gasped for another. Placing the device aside momentarily Ace cupped your face and forced you to focus on just him. You felt your heart begin to steady as the dull ache of your fingers told you to unclench your balled up fists. A new wave of white hot pain rolled through your head.
"It hurts." you murmured squeezing your eyes shut.
Ace's warmth left your side; you opened your eyes to see him vanish from the room. Seconds later he reentered with a nurse. She moved to your side fiddling with the tube attached to your hand. Your gaze shifted to Ace as he typed a message out on his phone.
<Morphine. You'll be able to relax soon.>
The fear in your eyes was nearly heart shattering for the raven. But he smiled calmly letting his thumbs pad over your cheeks hoping to give you some comfort as a fuzzy warmth spread from your hand through the rest of your body. You hadn't noticed the nurse leave the room while you focused on your boyfriend's freckles.
<If you get tired sleep, I'll be right here>
You nodded wanting to speak but it felt strange to know sounds you couldn't hear would be leaving your lips.
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It took a few days to feel somewhat normal and get moved to a different floor.
Ace had gone to get something to eat in the cafeteria while your morning shift nurse, Michael entered to change your bedding and help you bathe. This was the first time you'd have a shower in the hospital and you were not a fan.
<I'm fine really I can wait until later.> you typed on the tablet Ace brought from home.
<It's standard procedure. I'm afraid you don't get much say.> the nurse typed back.
Your real issue was that he was extremely attractive aside from being a complete stranger and opposite gender. You knew he was a medical professional but your medicated mind only intensified your chronic stubbornness. He huffed scooping you out of the hospital bed after carefully removing your IV and monitor.
"Noooo." You whined out loud settling in the wheelchair.
Ace entered and spoke to Michael before giving you an inquisitive look.
"He's trying to get me naked." You slurred your words unknowingly, a side effect of your hearing loss.
Your freckled raven chuckled at how adorably upset you were over a bath; it reminded him of Luffy. Crossing your arms you puffed your cheeks at his reaction, you were serious. He spoke again to the other male and approached you, wheeling you into the bathroom before exiting.
Ace returned with a towel, clean hospital gown and undergarments along with the tablet.
"I'll wait." You murmured.
He shook his head and grinned mischievously, <I'll help you instead of Mike>
Heat exploded across your face; you didn't know what could be worse Ace or a stranger bathing you.
<I've seen you naked.> the raven deadpanned at your mortified expression.
You snatched the tablet unsure if you could keep yourself from yelling, <Not in such a compromising way!>
<Y/N. Why are you being so impossible?> He looked at you sternly.
Your bottom lip jutted out involuntarily. You weren't used to giving up control and having or needing help to do everyday tasks. A warm kiss to your forehead followed by your nose made your lips curve into a smile.
"Damn you." You blurted louder than intended.
<It'll be quick and painless.> he winked before helping you out of the chair and onto the stool in the shower.
You tugged the rubber band out of your hair allowing it to cascade around your face while Ace untied your gown and pushed it down your shoulders. He turned on the detachable shower head and began washing your hair while you closed your eyes and enjoyed having his fingers massage your scalp.
A small smile bent his lips watching you visibly relax under his touch. His eyes trailed down breath hitching once he caught sight of the massive bruise staining your skin from your left shoulder, between your breasts and curving around your right side. The smile he'd been holding falling to a frown as his eyes moved over you nicked up hands resting on the hospital gown bunched up in your lap.
"Ace." Your small voice drew his attention back to your face, "It's ok."
Even as you sat before him littered with injuries and deaf you tried to comfort him. You knew he was still wrestling with the unnecessary guilt laid upon himself for keeping you home passed your planned departure time. There wasn't an ounce of you that blamed him. In fact over the past days you'd told him many times.
He kissed your forehead again feeling a little less anxious and continued with your bath.
In the afternoon Thatch and Grace arrived to be present for your appointment with the ENT, Dr. Swepman. After taking an in depth look at your injuries and running a few tests he sat with all of you to talk about your recovery.
Ace typed out the conversation while you looked on impatiently.
"Right now we're looking at nearly 100% loss of hearing in both ears. Even if it's a loud sound it's likely she won't hear it." the doctor ran a hand through his sandy locks, "First I'd recommend a service dog."
"She has one," Ace replied referring to Kuma, "for anxiety."
"Is there a chance she could regain any ability to hear?" Grace questioned from your left side.
"Crazier things have happened, but I don't think it's very likely. Implants are an option down the road, right now her insurance won't cover the procedure and she needs to heal." he paused, "The hospital has connections with a nonprofit that helps people adjust after the loss vision or hearing. I've contacted them to set her up with an ASL teacher. The sooner she learns the better."
You sighed, frustrated with having everyone speaking as if you weren't sitting right fucking in front of them.
<Your sign language tutor will be here in a few hours.> Ace typed.
You made the most ironic face you could muster and gave him a sharp thumbs up, not in any mood to see any more people. It was exhausting and painful just to be awake.
<Don't be like that. I'll learn with you.> the raven offered a heart clenching lopsided smirk.
You couldn't help but slip even further in love with the sweet freckled pirate. What good deeds did you do in a past life that allowed you to have such a man? You pressed your forehead to his smooching his nose.
Thatch and Grace stayed most of the day having lunch and deciding to meet the ASL tutor.
Ace opened the door just as an impressively tall blond stumbled into the room catching himself with his free hand on the foot of your bed. Hazel eyes met your gaze from under his shaggy bangs as a wide friendly smile took over his features. Quickly he brushed himself off and held up a tablet with his other hand.
You chuckled at his slapstick entrance as he typed a message.
<Sorry about that! I've been told I can be a bit clumsy.>
<Are you ok?> you asked.
He gave a sharp nod, <To everyone in the room : My hearing is not impaired but I am mute. Don't be afraid to speak up!>
The boys and Grace introduced themselves and turned to you.
"F/N." You mumbled extending your right arm.
The man excitedly shook your hand and typed a new message on his tablet.
<Wonderful to meet you! I'm Rosinante Donquixote.>
Ace and Thatch shared a surprised look.
#he fell from the sky#fem reader#isekai#lyndsyh24#portgas ace x reader#whitebeard pirates#x reader#mdni#portgas d ace#one piece
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Spiderwebs #24: Heather Performs A Lobotomy
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content: lab whump, captivity, immortal whumpee, organ stuff, drugging, needles/injections
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Heather knew he was asleep, one afternoon, barely moving to breathe and curled up tightly under the blanket. She shook him, but he didn’t stir. She had given him the drug a few minutes earlier under the guise of another painkiller. When she shone a light in his eyes, he did not react at all, and she was certain she could proceed with her work.
Keeping him awake, while effective in sending a message, was inconvenient for dissections she actually needed to have done. Heather had mostly worked on cadavers during her education. Cadavers did not plead or beg and, most importantly, they kept perfectly still. For this, she wanted to be precise.
She placed him on the dining table, with a tarp underneath, then tied her hair back and pulled on her gloves. She was curious to see what was under that skull of his—the brain, that is. It would be a difficult procedure to enact. Permanent damage was possible, of course, and she simply didn’t know how to go about it. Saw through bone or dig through the back of the eye? It would be good to have samples of brain tissue, but cutting through a skull was much more complicated than simply pushing under the soft parts of the face. And, anyways, it was better to start with something small before she got ahead of herself.
Heather steadied the needle over his face, as she pried his eyelids open with her other hand. She wasn’t exactly sure how quickly an injury like this would heal. He had recovered nearly instantly from the bullets. He didn’t seem to change much after burning to death, either.
The needle slid easily behind the curve of the eye. She remembered the way her psychology professor had described it: severing a connection of nerves, and therefore severing some part of the self that acted and was able to feel. It blunted a part of the soul. Although this was not the time to be superstitious; such theological concepts would be of no use to her. She was getting distracted.
She hesitated, then pushed the needle in.
Something gave way underneath it. She winced. I definitely hit something… Something wet and yielding had been punctured. Or cut. And that was all she needed to do. She slid the needle out, watching as a thin line of blood pulled off its underside like spit from teeth. To ensure the effect would last, she pushed the needle into his other eye.
Jackie shifted. She nearly dropped the needle.
He was tensing up, moving, waking up. I must have given an incorrect dosage. It was always a risk, when some drugs did nothing at all for him, and others would only work in lethal amounts. He opened his other eye. His gaze moved slowly, unfocused as it passed over her.
She pried the needle out. A bit of blood speckled his face, but he didn’t react.
“I have a headache,” he said, slurring the words.
“How much does it hurt? One to ten.”
He shrugged. He tried to get up from the table.
She clicked her tongue and gently pressed him onto his back. “No. Stay there. There’s something I need to do. You won’t move, right?”
He didn’t look pleased, but he didn’t move either.
Luckily, she had guessed this might happen, so she had already prepared lidocaine to administer local anaesthesia. It wouldn’t put him to sleep, but it would numb him. She placed the injection above the side of his neck, below the jaw.
“What’s your favourite colour?” she asked as she pressed down on the injection.
“I don’t have one.”
“Really? I thought you would.” She removed the injection. He’s coherent, she thought, and he’s answering my questions, but he doesn’t seem to be reacting appropriately to the situation. Jackie usually didn’t like the idea of surgery. Either it was the drugs, or she truly had damaged some part of his brain. That’s still a minor cut, though. I want to see how a fatal injury would heal.
While the anaesthetic took effect, she prepared her scalpel, the drill, and the electrical bone saw. Jackie stayed quiet and still for his part, which she was happy to see. When she cut the skin open and drilled through the skull, eventually cutting it away, he didn’t even wince.
She reached into the inward valley of his skull and inserted the saw into the centre of the frontal lobe. It was incredibly difficult to cut out. The knotted pink flesh healed almost immediately. Nevertheless, she managed with some time and a lot of splattered blood, after which she placed the halved organ into a large glass jar.
Even cut out of him, pressed against the glass, it was reforming, albeit not as well as it should have been—becoming misshapen against the walls of its container, running out of space to mold with and soon slowing down its growth. She set the jar down on the kitchen counter and shook her wrist out. Her arm felt sore already.
The tarp shifted and crackled behind her.
Heather spun around to see Jackie sitting upright, touching his newly-healed head and glancing at his unbloodied palm with mild curiosity.
“Don’t—” She marched over and seized both his hands. “You’re a terrible patient. I told you to stay still.”
“Sorry. You shoulda tied me down, doc.” He still seemed to be mostly out of it. It was a fairly powerful concoction of drugs, after all. He gave her a loopy, puppy-dog grin, smiling despite the severe head wound like the big idiot he was…
She smiled back—then she immediately turned away from him. I can’t give him the wrong idea! Ruining my work the first chance he gets. He thinks he’s hilarious, doesn’t he? “I was being nice by forgoing the restraints, but I’ll keep that in mind for the next experiment.”
“What’s that jar on the counter?” he asked, leaning forwards. “Wait, I’ll guess—”
“It's none of your concern.” She picked up her notebook and pen and wrote a few things down. “Now, Jackie, I know you might not be in your right senses after all that. I need you to listen to me carefully and answer my questions to the best of your ability. I cut out a significant part of your frontal lobe. In a typical human being, this would result in death, or at least unconsciousness.”
“But I’m special.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. We don’t know if the damage is permanent yet. I’ll start with testing your memory and such. What’s your last name?”
“What’s a last name?” he asked innocently.
“Don’t play games with me.”
He batted his eyelashes.
She sighed. “If you behave, I’ll give you a lollipop.”
“My name is Jackie Rockwell,” he said. “Twenty-one, born and raised in the States, about five-foot-seven. There are eighteen groups in the periodic table. The smallest land animal is the Etruscan shrew. Level, racecar, and radar are all examples of common palindromes.”
“Smartass.”
“Chienne.”
“Cabrón.”
“I’m still waiting for my lollipop, doc.”
Pequeña comadreja. Silently, she pulled out a lollipop from her pocket and handed it to him.
“Thanks,” he said, tearing the plastic off. “You were saying?”
“Right. As I was saying, I think it’s safe to assume the removal of brain matter did not affect your memory or speech. Your nervous system doesn’t change when it heals. I was afraid—” She stopped herself. Heather knew he would be fine. He always recovered. She had already set him on fire, and he had survived even that unscathed. It was just a shallow worry, nothing worth putting words to. “In any case, I’m glad that went over without any complications.”
“And what if something went wrong? Would you not care?”
“Nothing would…” She glanced at him. He had stopped smiling. This wasn’t a joke, apparently. “You don’t seriously think I would have let that happen, right?”
He shook his head, and his voice was sunny again. “No, you’re right. You’re completely incapable of making mistakes. I should have known. Why did I even bother to ask?” He sat up and got off the table. “What’s the time?”
“It’s half-past eight.”
“Well, I’m exhausted from doing nothing all day.” He held the lollipop like a cigarette between his teeth. “See you tomorrow?”
“Yes. I’ll take you to your room.”
Still, she was a little put-off by his sudden distrust towards her. There was something almost caustic in his cheerfulness. Maybe she was overthinking that. He was probably just acting out to get attention, the same as always. She decided to push it out of her mind and focus on other, more immediate issues.
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#whump#lab whump#whump writing#my writing#Spiderwebs toyybox#immortal whumpee#I have been seeing a lot of lobotomy-related things lately and I was inspired#yayyyy#🧠#for context Heather speaks Spanish but Jackie doesn't#Jackie speaks French but Heather doesn't#benefits of being bilingual I guess ?#I wanted to write something more lighthearted but the next chapter will be a lot more plot heavy#I'm sure they will be fine haha don't worry about it
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Miscellaneous OPM Characters as Lady Gaga Songs
please read this oh my god I spent so much time... there's some meta scattered in there I promise.
Fubuki
Telephone
Bloody Mary
Eh Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say)
Telephone - because I watched an Instagram edit that used it and now I have it permanently associated with her. Fubuki has a fun and glamourous aesthetic and I feel like the song reflects that too Bloody Mary - because of the "I wont crucify the things you do" line. it reminds me of all the people she knows that are like. highly problematic but she's irremovably tied into their lives and ultimately accepts them. Eh Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say) - there are relationships she's had that fell tragically because of, while among other things, her own personal flaws and ego. It's tragic, but she really wasn't equipped to handle everything thrown at her at the time. there really is "nothing else [she] can say" anymore. Imagining her with this song puts a lighthearted twist on the woe of it.
Psykos
Summerboy
So Happy I Could Die
Teeth
MANiCURE
Summerboy - I like to imagine it as Psykos having the summerboy's POV. Feeling disposable and like she got played by Fubuki, she is left to sort of sourly reminisce on what could've been. So Happy I Could Die - for that INTENSE SAPPHIC ANGST. Also I like the concept of like. attempting to use sexuality to cope with severe internal turmoil. I love this song sooo much. Teeth - vibes I guess MANiCURE - "SHE WANNA BE MAN CURED!" so basically more sapphic stuff but campier and less gut wrenching this time lol.
Genos
(... god I initially struggled finding stuff for him HARD but ended up with 4 things. what.)
Replay
I Like It Rough
Shallow
Paparazzi (bonus)
Replay - Lady Gaga is talking about trauma and PTSD taking over and effecting every part of her life, which I feel like is relevant. "Every single day, yeah I dig a grave Then I sit inside it wondering if I'll behave" I Like It Rough - I've always interpreted this song as only ever experiencing harshness from people, not knowing how process kindness, and struggling to decipher sincerity. Which I feel like, removed from all the sex stuff, fits Genos pretty well thematically. Shallow - I don't really mean this in a ship way here (to be honest, one sided genos pining is my ideal! But that's not relevant here) but I can think of this song with Genos and Saitama's relationship and how at its core, One Punch Man revolves around them. They represent the central themes of companionship and how humanity is based on relationships with others. They try to "fill that void" with each other and Genos looks at Saitama worried, when will it be enough? (When will HE be enough?) Also I enjoy listening to songs where there is some form of disappearance or death and imagining the MA arc. I did that a tonnn with Sweet Talking Woman by ELO a while back, something about mixing the love song about chasing someone with the tragedy of the MA arc and how Genos became unattainable really clicked for me. (Fun fact, I had 182 listens for that song on my Spotify wrapped... pretty much all thinking of Genos) I'm supposed to be talking about Lady Gaga though oops. "Crash through the surface, where they cant hurt us We're far from the shallow now." They've experienced the same alienation, whether inflicted or self imposed and were able to drag each other out of it. Perhaps there's comfort in the similarity. Paparazzi (bonus lol) - If you enjoy leaning into Genos's weird obsession, this is the song for you! He's a little neurotic...
Flashy Flash and Sonic
I'm giving them the same song
Speechless
Speechless "In your tight jeans With your long hair and your cigarette stained lies Could we fix you if you broke? And is your punch line just a joke?" I connect it by thinking about how much weight their relationship held in their lives. Each of their dreams had the other in it. And I think that losing that was a bit worldshattering. "Would you give it all up If I promise, boy, to you?" Eyyyy we were left on a bit of a cliffhanger right? Flash was trying to ask sonic something but got cut off by the other ninjas. "We could-" we could what, Flash? we. could. what. (Team up again? Please I'm literally on my hands and knees begging, yet I know it's never that easy with OPM)
Amai Mask
Beautiful, Dirty Rich
The Fame
Beautiful, Dirty Rich - It's about fame! Living the high life! He's like a major celebrity and a diva so I think it works. Just ignore the bit where it says "but we've got no money" because he definitely has money. The Fame - similar thought process
Webigaza
Applause
Applause - She "lives for the applause!" The fame itself is empty without her fans.
Do-S (aka BONUS! other songs I like but had zero use for)
Love Game
Money Honey
Bad Romance
Poker Face
Government Hooker
Judas
not sexual enough for Do-S but I really like Americano too.
okay I'm done with these now I'm literally going insane
#opm#one punch man#opm meta#fubuki#psykos#genos#flashy flash#sonic opm#only tagging the more relevant characters lol#i listened to way too much lady gaga for this in the last 3 hours#i may have gotten in the top 0.05% for her in the wrapped this year but. imgonna die
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Do you have any semi-powerful villain quirks, maybe connected to blood.
first i want to say thank you so so so much for my first ask on this blog i got a little too excited about having an ask in my inbox for once
i don't currently have any like posted or anything but i will go ahead and do a little brainstorm real quick and give you a few diff answers on the blood question, but i will also try to include some of the more powerful quirks i have that aren't blood related at the end
quirks under the cut so i don't clog ppl's dashboards
Boil: A contact-based Emitter quirk that allows the user to cause any liquid to boil almost instantly. Works on anything from water all the way to blood. this one might not be exactly what you're looking for but could definitely be an interesting concept.
Bloodlust: A Transformation quirk that forces the user to turn into a beast-like form when in they smell blood. purposely leaving this one a little on the vague side so you can decide what you wanna do with the beast design. vampire? wolf-like? You decide!
Dehydrate: A contact-based Emitter quirk that allows the user to remove all moisture and liquid from anything they touch. again not directly related to blood, but could definitely work for some pretty gruesome scenes. though I worry this might be a little too close to Decay.
Blood Blade: An Emitter quirk that allows the user to create various weapons from their own blood. This quirk does not allow the user to control the weapons telekinetically. i will admit this one was inspired by the Demon Blood Arts from KNY.
Blood Binding: An Emitter quirk that allows the user complete control over another person after ingesting their blood. basically if Brainwashing and Transform had a baby.
Toxic Blood: A Mutant(?) quirk that gives the user an extremely potent airborne toxin in their blood. inspired by the real-life case of the "Toxic Woman" Gloria Ramirez.
Voodoo Doll: Grants the user the ability to cause physical harm to others by harming themselves. The user must have a part of their victim, such as blood or hair. i've posted this before but this one is blood related and also happens to be one of my favorite quirks i have used for my own oc
the next few are ones i have posted before too that i think might also work for a villain
Uproar: Allows the user to incite violence in those who hear their singing. a bit similar to Trumpet's quirk
Conjuring: Grants the user the ability to influence their surroundings just by speaking. this one is generally a powerful quirk. it was inspired by Toge from JJK, and i use it for a student oc who has little control over this power, but i could see it working super well for a villain
Pathogen: Gives the user a natural airborne pathogen in their breath that makes people around them immediately sick. Symptoms of this pathogen include, nauseous, vomiting, cough, and runny nose. Even after the effects of the pathogen wear off, people may feel congested or slightly nauseous. i think that a strong version of this quirk would be awesome for a villain. like Conjuring, i used this quirk for a student
AND LAST BUT DEFINITELY NOT LEAST, FROM ONE OF THE MAIN ANTAGONISTS IN MY RP
Quirk Eating: An Emitter quirk that allows the user to steal Quirks using the blood or body parts of other people. The amount of another person that the user consumes directly correlated to how long they could use the Quirk of that person. Eating the entirety of a person before the user was able to fully digest all of their matter would result in the user being able to user their quirk permanently. This quirk does not grant any anatomy to aide in hunting. this is the quirk of the father of my antagonist, but it is worth mentioning for context. i wanted someone who would be able to rival AFO even as a fellow villain. the character with the quirk that "rivals" AFO is a marriage between this and...
Hunter: A mutant quirk that gives the user multiple abilities that are able to aide in hunting, such has heightened senses, large ears, and pointed teeth. The user's large, pointed ears help in their ability to hear and their teeth help for eating things they're hunted, but their enhanced sense of smell and sight seem to have no physical effect on their appearance. the quirk of the mother of my main antagonist, also part of the marriage that created his quirk
Apex Predator: Gives the user cannibalistic tendencies in which they can gain the quirks of others. The more of a person that the user ingests, the stronger the victim's quirk is for them. Users of this quirk are also able to smell blood and are natural hunters. The user may have strong reactions to the sight and smell of blood, causing them to have an insatiable bloodlust. like i said, i wanted someone who would be able to rival AFO as far as power even if he is a fellow villain, so thus this was born. he actually had a more complex quirk before i nerfed him because he was a little too insane before
thank you so much for the ask and i hope at least one of these was helpful!
#ask#Anonymous#mha quirks#quirk help#quirk ideas#mha oc#bnha oc#mha#bnha#my hero academia#quirks#-briz#nq
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