#and that's as scientific as we can make it lmao

[gailynovelry]

SCREAM I love dystopias and I love worldbuilding and I am appalled at the thought of how desperate a person would have to be to get something called a Worker Bee Implant omg

Please tell me more fun things about this please

aaaaaaa hello! So this is from Mindhive and boy is Mindhive a ride. Still working out a lot of things about it, but also it's 80k long, so there's a lot of thoughts to choose from. Hmmmmm.

More context about the implants! But not all of the context, hehehe;

~ The trial volunteers do not go into the trial with any idea of what the implant actually does. It's only specified to be a "mental enhancement." Within the context of the world of MH, this means that most trial volunteers are going in assuming that it's going to be another failed attempt at a "general intelligence enhancement."

~ We say "another failed attempt" because the tech industry in MH has been in a hype cycle for "we're going to use science to enhance IQ!" for a while. But "intelligence" is complicated, and brains are complicated, and there's no magic bullet to "enhance" these things.

~ (Can you tell that the tech industry in MH is prone to eugenic lines of thinking and hype cycles for things that will never pan out for practical reasons? Real life is an unfortunately great source of inspiration for dystopia.)

~ But the implant is not an intelligence enhancement.

~ It could be considered a communication enhancement. If you've read the summary, you know one of the things it is capable of!

~ Hooray telepathy : D

~ It's intended to work in concert with a different type of technology, known as an EIS - an Emotive Intelligence System. Basically, a classic sci-fi AI, but under a new name because MH takes place in the future and in my present the tech industry has made the term "AI" into a marketing buzzword associated with art theft and scams.

~ The ideal EIS for this set-up has enough interpersonal skills to communicate with contractors, but only enough interest in workers to maintain Baseline Aliveness.

~ So, not V.E.R.T.I.G.O, who has a near-anthropologist curiosity about people, and a firm desire to provide them with a decent quality of life whenever possible. : (

~ What does this add up to? Not the horrors, of course, I am sure that the way these ideas click together have nothing to do with the way that corporations approach labor costs, working conditions, and bodily autonomy. : )

Also we're really into making webpages right now, so this WIP has some Neocities funstuff happening! Yay!

[mechahero]

//Things that are canon to the worldbuilding here but I never used #263: there's a machine that's used for the specific purpose of fixing someone else's fuck upwhen they get turned into a monster that they're not supposed to be.

[4dbeingguide]

11 tips from a master manifestor.

y’all have been loving my first post and it’s really encouraged me to come back. this time i have 11 tips for you! i would’ve really appreciated a post like this when i was a beginner so i’ve decided to make it for those who may also be starting with their journey. actually it doesn’t matter where you are on this road, this is supposed to help everybody, including master manifestors (yes, sometimes doubts cross our minds, we just know how to deal with them)!

there is a lot of repetition as there are some concepts i want to emphasize on. excuse any grammar errors. let’s get straight to it!

stop giving a fuck about the 3D. that is absolute (as in, don’t check it, don’t wait for anything from it, don’t let it get to you). just stop. i have a post over here that will really help you in doing so (and no, it isn’t me cursing at you while ordering you to stop. it’s me having a discussion with you and listening to your doubts while refuting them and i also back it up with scientific sources).

acknowledge that you already are a master manifestor. you’re already where you need to be. don’t let the illusion that is the 3D tell you otherwise!

if you see a piece of manifestation advice that rubs you the wrong way then simply act as if it’s false and doesn’t apply to your reality. you make the rules.

speaking of rules, make yourself some manifesting rules that dictate that manifesting is effortless and instant for you. don’t settle for less.

keep a success story list (and yes, you can put stuff that you’ve assumed that hasn’t appeared in the 3D since the 4D is the only reality) so that you can use it to reaffirm your belief in the law if you ever doubt it.

never seek approval from the 3D for ANYTHING. it is an ILLUSION. your 4D/mind/assumptions are the OBJECTIVE reality. this also applies to the state of waiting and wanting. why do you want to wait for the approval of an illusion? and what are you wanting when it’s already here?

the 3D is not your enemy and it is impossible for the 3D to reject your manifestation. the bitch is inanimate lmao. have you ever walked in front of a mirror and had it tell you “i’m not gonna reflect right now”? i’m sure the answer is no. the 3D works the same way. it EXISTS to reflect our assumptions. that’s its entire purpose. it is nothing but an illusory perception of our 4D. it actually obeys you down to a T. i was gonna say it’s your pet but pets are actually alive and autonomous, the 3D isn’t. the 3D just an inanimate illusion. your business is in the 4D. that’s where you live.

you don’t need a technique. to manifest, all you have to do is assume you have it or enter the state of having it. techniques simply exist to help you do so (that’s why we affirm/visualize/etc. that we have it) but you can do it directly. that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t use them. do what feels most natural to you. do what is the most efficient when it comes to making you fulfilled (not what gives it to you fastest in the 3D. remember, it’s an illusion).

you shouldn’t care if the 3D will give it to you or not. the 3D is an illusion, remember? a simple way to get yourself to put your eyes on the 4D is saying something to the effect of “this 3D/physical world isn’t real/is an illusion, the 4D/mind is the only true reality, i live in the 4D and thus all my affairs are there and not in the 3D and this is what the 4D is saying: (insert manifestation)”. seriously, all your affairs are in the 4D. you’re 4 dimensional.

when doubts persist, reading rants and banging pots and pans might help sometimes but sometimes you just have to sit down with yourself and have an internal dialogue. you’re human (probably 🤔 just in case you’re manifesting otherwise as you read this, and yes it IS possible). hear what your doubts have to say in full (don’t buy it though) and debunk them calmly and civilly.

limits don’t exist. imagination is the only reality. if you can imagine it then it can happen unless you say it can’t.

if you liked this post, make sure to check out my post here!!! in it i elaborate on how to deal with doubts. have an amazing day 🫶

[portgasdwrld]

★ Hickeys

ೃ⁀➷do they suck (lol) at hickeys, giver or receiver?, how? all answered down below by your beloved Tomie✨

ೃ⁀➷Psss this is a head-canon, take it lightly~

ೃ⁀➷ Suggestive, implied f!reader, NSFW language

ೃ⁀➷ monster trio + Law+ Ace

: ̗̀➛ Luffy

He’s the type to receive them more than to give

When he realizes he has hickeys, he’s just gonna wonder how it’s even possible and if smth hit his neck during a fight💀

Probably gonna bug Chopper about it, until he brushes him off mentioning it’s nothing

Then when you’re making out and you linger on his neck, it clicks into his mind. He yells a « ooohh, It was you! » after realizing that, it surprises you and you almost bit his skin-

He’s down to try it when you explain that you want them on you too

« You want me to suck your skin a little until it bruises? A bit like when you bruise after a fight? »

« Ugh… not the same but you got the spirit? »

He’s dense, but he tried and he didn’t do as bad as you thought

: ̗̀➛ Law

LMAO?? Wouldn’t he be the type to lowkey hit you with a scientific facts that hickeys can kill you if done wrong🤓😭

Ik he would. Im so sorry😮‍💨

On another note, tbh I feel like he’s just sooo into it, when his mind is fogged by lust. He will be making out with you and damn, he’s now leaving wet kisses all over your neck. That itself, just awaken some type of possessive strike and you’re left with hickeys a bit everywhere.

Will quietly eye them when y’all are cuddling after sex. He won’t comment on it beside if you point them out.

“They look great.”

It would be the most reaction you will get out of him. He’s so hot though- intrusive thoughts but they are real 😔

He doesn’t mind at all if you leave some on him fr. Like if it’s done within the right vibe and y’all are just kicking it and you’re riding him or y’all in lotus position, he might even groan and moan a little louder and curse under his breath.

: ̗̀➛ Sanji

Oh his mouth is ALLL OVERR your body. He’s kissing, praising, leaving hickeys all over your body. On you chest, between your thighs, on you collarbone.

He’s almost in a trance while he loves your body and mark it. He’s gotta to enjoy his pretty lover and you bet he’s gonna make it known that you are his and he’s the lucky man who has you!!

He’s so sweet about it, with sweet compliments, but it’s a bit messy too. Wet patches, mumbles from his muffled lips.

He’s SOOOOO down if you wanna do it on him. He gets very excited and can’t stop smiling and touching your body.

“Yes of course I’m down! Wanna try it rn? We got time yk..”

Best boy 🤧

ೃ⁀➷ Zoro

His neck always has some hickeys from you. He thought he hated it, but he quickly got over it and finds it hot now.

He doesn’t care too much if someone stare at them, but he will throw a curse out with a deadpan expression, if someone made a snarky comment.

He also has this possessive strike, so you bet you’re gonna have some type of bruises-hickeys on your body after y’all are done. Because he doesn’t go easy on you, he will be thrusting deep into you, while silencing you with his fingers deep in your mouth. Along with that, his mouth is nibbling on you neck and all your sensitive spots.

It’s an overstimulating mess.

He smirks satisfied when he sees you marked up, moaning his name and completely lost into his touch.

ೃ⁀➷ Ace

Oh, this man here has the biggest possessive strike out of all the men here.

I touched on the subject a little on my NSFW head canon, but he definitely love giving them. He whines when you do, because he’s apparently allergic to shirts and get slightly annoyed when each of his friends on the ship makes some jokes.

He loves that everyone knows you’re his. Because he gets to have one person for him, that actually feels love toward him and someone he can trust??! That’s the life prize!

Every time he fucks you, he makes sure that hickeys are created everywhere on your body.

He will shower you with attention and cocky comments as he sucks on to your skin.

It’s his specialty😮‍💨

[linddzz]

PLEASE tell us more about Jayvik being unhealthy about each other, this needs to be talked about more for... scientific reasons (borderline toxic codependency my beloved)

They're honestly such a fun mix of being adorable silly little nerds who could have so many cute domestic scenes, but there is ALSO that Weird About Each Other vibe lurking over them like a sword of codependent damocles, and it's why I'm SO GLAD I waited to see how Season2 played out before I started writing fic with the intent to post it. Romantic, platonic, the shit they do for/because of each other is WILD no matter what flavor their love takes. You see BITS of it in Season one from Jayce when he ousts Heimerdinger, which is done entirely because Jayce believes the Hexcore can save Viktor from his terminal illness and Heimerdinger is in the way of that. Remember that before Viktor gets his prognosis, Jayce was the one proposing Hextech be shut down due to Jinx stealing a gemstone.

There's nothing that has happened to make Jayce less likely to be concerned about the possible danger of Hextech, and the moment where he asks for Hextech to be suspended shows that he's more likely to believe Heimerdinger's cautions. BUT...that goes out the window with no hesitation when he believes it could save Viktor.

And that's the main thread of their devotion to each other, the willingness to put each other before anyone and anything else, including each others wishes. Jayce is at first the most obvious one when he jumps right to breaking his promise to destroy the hexcore so he can save Viktor's life with it. Yeah, he didn't know that it killed Sky at this point, so the betrayal does not seem as dire to him as it would to Viktor at this point, BUT...considering everything else they do, I think knowing about Sky would maybe add like...thirty seconds to Jayce's decision making process. Shooting Viktor isn't just an act to save the world, though that does weigh on him. It's part of saving Viktor from himself, and only done because VIKTOR told him to. It, at first, seems like Jayce is the one with this more unhealthy devotion, where he's willing to put Viktor above everything else, including Viktor's wishes. Viktor is the one who leaves with the goal to pursue ways to actually help people, after all. He is, in that moment, able to put their dream over Jayce. BUT...this moment is Viktor's version of Jayce asking for hextech to be suspended. The snapping point for Jayce was the threat of Viktor dying, remember. (Also Viktor is ready to take Jayce back the SECOND Jayce shows back up. I would bet good money that a solid six-ish months of hearing NOTHING from Jayce spooked him right out of that assertion that their paths had fully diverged lmao) Then we get that phenomenal reveal that Viktor is knowingly dooming timelines, knowingly setting them on a path towards calamity and mutually assured destruction again and again, all with the goal of stopping himself from ending Jayce in a way that keeps their fates connected. Even if that means risking Jayce getting destroyed by him again and again when it doesn't work. And yaknow. Great story. EXCELLENT Literary Romance right there. Definitely not aspirational for real life in the slightest lmaooo

[allisluv]

finnick odair and you having a little fun (wink wink) on mother’s day after the kids are tucked in?

mothers day.

pairing: finnick o'dair x wife!reader

content warnings: nsfw. set post rebellion but its not specified. finnick and reader have a daughter. reader is a bit bratty ngl. pet names (angel and baby). references to reader as "mine" and a "good girl". oral sex (f!recieving). unprotected p in iv -- please wrap it before you tap it. begging. finnick is a menace but we love him. he is also big on consent. flirting and teasing. not proofread we die like heroes or whatever. if theres anything else pls lmk!

word count: 2.6k

a/n: okay so i never intended this to be this long but i got really carried away with it lmao! happy new year everyone! here's to lots more fics this coming year! reblogs and comments are highly appreciated <3

When your husband told you he would be going all out on Mothers Day, you hadn’t believed him. Then again, more fool you, because if there was one thing you should have known about Finnick O’Dair in all the years you had known him, it was that he always followed through on his promises.

You’re woken up to your toddler, Cordelia, jumping on the bed. You can faintly make out Finnick’s half- assed attempt at scolding her— hes not doing a very good job at being stern. Despite the fact that you are in sleep’s greedy clutches, you still know that he has a soft spot for his daughter, and he rarely ever gives out to her. 

Youre treated to breakfast in bed that morning, with all your favourite foods piled high on a plate, and a selection of drinks on the bedside table. You almost laugh at how sweet the gesture is. 

Then comes the onslaught of presents. Finnick waits (impatiently) as Cordelia runs to her room to get the gift bag. He takes advantage of that time, though, by setting the tray on the floor and peppering your face with kisses. “I love you.” 

You chuckle, squirming under his touch as he nips at the sensitive spot behind your ear. “Well, I love you more.”

Finnick arches an amused brow and pulls away just enough so he can look at you. “Is that so?” He grins and two dimples carve their way into the skin above his mouth.

You wind your arms around his neck, which doesn’t take much effort on your side, considering you have easy access to him with the way he’s hovering over you on the bed. “Mhm. It’s a scientific fact.”

“A fact, you say.” 

“A scientific one,” You correct him. 

Finnick hums non-committedly. “Ah. Silly me.” He brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face. “And where exactly, pray tell, would one find evidence of this scientific fact?”

You mull his words over in your mind for a minute before shrugging. “Hm. Good question.”

“One that you can’t answer.” He points out. 

“Hey, you can’t correct me on Mother’s Day!” You argue, but there’s no real bite behind your tone. 

Finnick rolls his eyes fondly and is about to open his mouth and spew out a smart remark when the sound of tiny feet slapping against the hard-wood floors echoes through the hallway. He chuckles to himself and presses one more kiss to the skin that your night-dress leaves exposed before rolling off of you and settling beside you on the bed. 

Cordelia comes bouncing into the bedroom, two gift bags clutched in hand. She settles inbetween both of you and starts rifling through the first bag. 

Cordelia gives you a home-made card and a picture frame with a photo of the three of you in it. Finnick gifts you a bunch of your favourite flowers, a dainty silver locket and a couple of shells that he collected from the beach. 

As your daughter tries to find an appropriate place to display her photo frame, Finnick leans in close to you. His lips brush the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “You’ll get your other present when the little one’s in bed.”

You can feel his smile as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. You quirk a brow in amusement. “Ah. I like the sound of that.”

Finnick chuckles under his breath. “Yeah, I knew you would.” His lips skim your jawline as he places a feather-light kiss to the skin there. “Come on. I’ve got a dinner to prepare and I can’t do it without my favourite girl with me.”

“And mommy!” Cordelia pipes up. 

Finnick snickers. “I was talking about mommy, you silly goose.” Cordelia scoffs— for a three-year-old, she has a hell of a lot of sass. (Finnick says she gets it from you but you’ll agree to disagree on that one). “Come on then. You can help with dinner while we let mommy put her feet up.”

Cordelia perks up at the prospect of helping. “We’re making lasagna!” She announces. 

Finnick groans good-naturedly. “And there goes the surprise.”

       ꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎

The rest of the day flies by in a blur of pampering and fussing. Cordelia has decided to take a leaf out of her fathers book for the day and is giving you the princess treatment. 

As it grows dark outside and the movie on the tv in your bedroom starts to roll to an end, Cordelia starts to drift off in between you and Finnick. He decides that it’s time for bed. “Stay there,” he murmurs as he lifts her into his arms. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be waiting,” You tease. 

Finnick gives you a smile as he cradles Cordelia’s body in his calloused palms and disappears into her bedroom. 

In a matter of minutes, he’s back in the privacy of your own bedroom and as soon as the door is closed behind him, he makes a beeline for you. He crawls up the length of the bed and hovers over you, doing nothing but staring. “Well?” You roll your eyes impatiently. 

“Well what, angel?”

“Well, are you gonna put your mouth to good use or you gonna keep staring all night long?”

Finnick chuckles under his breath and fondly shakes his head. “So bossy.” He teases, but presses a kiss to the skin of your jaw. “So impatient, hm?” He catches your ear lobe between his teeth. “So needy.” He moves to suck a hickey into your neck. “So mine.” He slots his lips over your own.

You groan into his mouth and he eagerly swallows it back. Already, you can feel the slick in between your legs, and its honestly pathetic how wet you are from the simplest of touches. But Finnick hums into your mouth and all of a sudden, you can’t find it in yourself to focus on anything other than how good he’s making you feel. 

His touch is tentative, almost feather-light. His deft fingers ghost down the skin of your waist, tracing a pattern into the places that he knows will make you squirm, before finally settling on your hips. 

He nibbles on your bottom lip softly. You whine and he smiles into the kiss— he’s always had a thing for hearing you and it shows. His fingers trail lower and lower, but it’s far too slow for your liking. You huff out a sigh but wait it out; you know Finnick and you know that if you start demanding him to go quicker, he will only be more inclined to tease you. 

Finnick can sense your patience and he rewards you by kissing you softly. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and slips his tongue into your mouth. 

After what feels like a lifetime, but can realistically only be a few seconds at the most, he bunches the fabric of your nightdress up around your hips and moves down your body, pressing kisses as he goes. 

His eyes are blown wide with lust when he inches lower down the bed, and finally gets to be eye-level with your panties. “So pretty,” he praises, nipping at the soft flesh of your thigh. You moan and you feel him smile against your skin. “Can I take these off? I want to see all of you, angel.” 

You nod but Finnick only clicks his tongue and tries to pull away from you. Before he can get far, you’re guiding him back towards your core by his hair. “I– yeah. Take them off.” 

Your voice is desperate and wrecked, even to your own ears, but you’re too on edge to care. 

Finnick grins and nips his way up your thigh again. He grabs the soft fabric between his teeth and hooks his fingers through the waistband, tantalizingly and slowly yanking your underwear down your legs. He waits until theyre at your ankles before pulling them all the way off and discarding them somewhere else in the room. He hums. “That’s better.” 

He kisses his way back up your leg, stops at your core, and drinks you in. You whine and he raises a brow. “Got something to say, angel?”

“Finnick,” You growl. 

“Yes?” He smiles smugly. 

“Stop staring already.”

“What do you want me to do instead?” “Touch me.”

“Touch me…” 

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “Please. Touch me please.” 

Finnick smiles. “Good girl.” Without warning, he licks a stripe up your core. You gasp, hips bucking forward, and his hands fly out to keep you in place. He traces tight circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue, before suctioning his mouth around it and sucking. 

Wanton moans spill from your lips, and he picks up his pace. Finnick’s done this many a time, and every time feels better than the last. Some would even say he knows your body better than you know yourself, and to that, you couldnt disagree. 

He knows exactly what to do to have you weak in the knees and, in what must be record time, your thighs have clamped around his head and you’re cumming from his mouth alone, his name falling like a prayer from your lips. 

He works you through your orgasm, and when you come down from your high, he presses a soft kiss to your sensitive clit. The whine that slips out of your mouth is high-pitched and he can’t help but smile as he crawls back up your body and kisses you. 

He sits up, straddling your waist as he looks at you. You tug at his shirt, eyes still glazed over from the pleasure of your orgasm. “Off.”

Finnick chuckles. “Giving demands now, are we?”

You huff and tug at the hem of his shirt once more. “Need to feel you. Please.” You give him your best puppy-dog eyes and he laughs, but obliges, pulling his shirt over his head. Your hands find home on the defined, hard ridges of his abs. “And you can lose the pants while you’re at it, too.”

Finnick lets out a huff of amusement but rolls off of you and stands. In one swift motion, he pulls off his sweatpants and discards them with your underwear, before hovering back over you. Your hand palms his hard cock through his boxers and he groans, hiding his head in the crook of your neck. “Careful, angel. Keep going like that and I’ll come in my pants like a teenager before things have even had a chance to get started.” 

You move your hand, but buck your hips into his instead. He groans again and nips your neck in way of warning. You ignore him and roll your hips once more. “Let me take care of you, too,” You whisper.

“Jesus Christ, you’ll be the death of me.” Finnick murmurs into your neck before kissing you again. 

“Can I suck you off?” 

Finnick shakes his head fondly. “Another day, baby. Today is about you, and only you.”

Your heart melts, but you cant resist getting one last jab in there. “Hm. Bold of you to assume there’ll be another opportunity.”

Finnick laughs and nips your neck again, this time hard enough to leave a mark. “Oi. Watch it.” 

“Or what?” You challenge.  

“Sorry, did you want me to fuck you tonight? Cause I can always leave you hanging if you prefer.”

You roll your eyes. He’s got you there and the smug smile on his face tells you that he knows it, too. 

“Sorry, what was that? I can’t hear you, angel.” 

You huff out a sigh. “Fuck me.”

Finnick hums thoughtfully as if he’s debating it, but you can feel the tip of his hard cock poking at your dripping entrance teasingly. It’s just enough to have you on edge again. “I will— but only if you ask me nicely.”

You groan and try to push against him but his hands fly down to your hips, keeping you firmly pinned in place. “Finn, don’t be a tease.”

“I’m not being a tease,” Finnick shrugs, pushing in just enough to have your back arching off of the bed. He laughs. Bastard, you think. “You know I’ll give you what I want, angel. All you have to do is ask me.”

“I’m not begging,” You protest. 

Finnick laughs. “That’s a bold-faced lie and we both know it, baby.” He pushes in another inch before he pulls out completely, leaving you whining. “Come on. You can do it. Ask me.” 

“Finnick,” You groan, but he doesn’t move. Finally, you sigh and resign to your fate. “Please. ‘M asking nicely. Just fuck me already.” 

The words have no sooner left your lips before he’s pushing back into you. The breath is nearly knocked out of your lungs and Finnick slows down, soothing you with gentle words of reassurance and careful, soft caresses. “I know, baby. I know. You’re doing so well. Taking me like a good girl. My good girl. So good, angel.”

Slowly but surely, he pushes into you, inch by inch, until he’s buried to the hilt. You wriggle your hips at him and he takes the hint, pulling out of you before pushing back in again. 

The thing about Finnick is, even when he is fucking you hard and fast, there is still always an element of love-making to it. No matter how rough he is, there will always be something he does that reminds you of how much he loves you. 

“God, you feel so good,” He groans, nipping at the skin of your neck. You grab him by the hair and pull him impossibly closer, winding your arms around his neck when he’s near enough. 

“I’m close,” You whine, sucking a hickey onto his chest. “Oh, God, I’m gonna cum.”

Finnick’s thrusts get sloppier as he gets closer to the edge himself, and you can feel that too familiar coil tightening in the depths of your stomach. He moves in and bites at the spot right behind your ear that he knows drives you wild. “You gonna cum? Come on, angel, I know you’re close. Can feel you clenching around me like a god-damn vice. Christ, I love you so much. Want you to cum. You think you’ll be able to do that for me? Can my pretty baby cum for me? Come on, I know you can—” 

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave and Finnick isnt far behind you. You can feel him spilling inside of you, and your cunt flutters as his cock pulses and his thrusts get sloppier yet again. “Finnick!”

He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and bites, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to help you ride out your orgasm. He whispers words of praise as you both come down from your highs.

You pull him in for a kiss and pant into his mouth. Finnick’s tongue dances with yours and his breath is heavy and strained as he tries to catch his breath. He pulls out of you and swallows your whine of protest with yet another kiss. “I know, angel, I know,” He mumbles, caressing your hair as he rolls off of you and pulls you down to lie flush against his chest. 

You nuzzle into his chest, craving the warmth of his body and he wraps his arms around you tightly. You press a lazy kiss to his chest and he laughs into your hair. “Feeling better?”

“Best Mother’s Day present ever.” 

He chuckles. “Well, there’s more to that present.” 

You quirk a brow. “Do tell.”

Finnick kisses your temple. “Well, you should know by now that I’m not a one round man.” He teases. 

You whack his chest playfully. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“Is that a no?” 

“Of course it’s not.” Finnick chuckles. “Now, who’s the insatiable one, huh?”

[bitchface24-7]

I read your Jayce X Milf!Reader story and now I'm curious about being Viktor's mom 👀 but not the milf thing but rather sweet, like headcannons if we were Viktor's mother 😭🤝

BEAUTIFUL BOY - VIKTOR & MUM READER

synopsis: you never expected to have a kid so young, you were barely an adult yourself. But working at Babette’s obviously the chance of that happening triple. But you wouldn’t change a thing, you got your sweet boy out of it.

warnings: underage sex and pregnancy, sex work, single mum!reader, amazing mum!reader (A ++ parenting actually), You're no longer a sex-worker after Viktor is born, you do the books for Babette), Jayvik, Grammarly is my beta

genre: general, m/m (Jayvik)

p.s. This idea is so cute 🥺🥺 kinda crazy it came from Jayce pounding milf!reader LMAO (love ya! ❤️)

You knew working at Babette’s would increase the chance of you getting either sick or pregnant. You fell into the ladder.

You don't even know the guy, he was just some random customer. Handsome. Very handsome. But a rando nonetheless.

You debated keeping it or not, but your gut and your heart demand the baby stay. Your instincts screaming at you that your baby would change the world.

So you keep him, you learn it’s a him a few months into your pregnancy, and you've already fallen in love.

Him. A son.

You stop working as a prostitute and take over the books for Babette, you've always been good with numbers.

Eventually the day comes and you give birth at Babettes, its painful, its traumatizing, but it was worth it in the end.

Your baby is wrinkly, and honestly kinda ugly, but you love him anyway.

The years go by and your baby becomes a toddler, then a child. And what a smart child he is. One of his legs is a bit weaker than the other so you got him a cane. The grey affects him harshly, you try your best to keep him out of the heavily affected areas. But your boy is too curious to heed your warnings.

Before you know it, he's a grown man, and he looks so much like his father. You don't know what happened to him, you never saw him again after that one night. Your son knows, you told him ages ago. He's not particularly upset, not while he has you as his mum.

He’s been able to accomplish his dreams too! He became a student at the academy, passed top of his class, became assistant to the Dean, and became a co-founder of an amazing scientific discovery with his now best friend, Jayce Talis.

You’re quite certain this Jayce means more to your son than as just a “best friend” every time you ask about him, how your beloved boy is doing, Jayce is mentioned somewhere; with the fondest look you’ve ever seen on your son.

Every time you tease him, he flusters red all the way up to his ears, looking like strawberry.

You’ve even got to meet the man who’s enamoured your son, and you can see why.

You approve, and you let your son know when Jayce had gone to the bathroom. You had glanced over very obviously to the bathroom with a happy smile, nodding your head firmly once. Viktor’s eyes widened, taking on a doe like quality. You winked, and the brightest smile erupted onto your sons face.

Jayce had come out to see it and stopped in his tracks, a light flush dusting his tan face. Your eyebrows had risen and a playful giggle escaped your throat. The two men quickly glanced at you before looking away to anything else that wasn’t each other, or you.

You’re so happy, and relieved that Viktor found someone to be his other half. You were worried he wouldn’t. People are cruel. Your son the least deserving of the hand given to him.

So when Viktor had gone to his childhood bedroom to get the toy boat he made as a child to show Jayce, you gave the tall man a shovel talk to scare even the gods.

And all Jayce did was look seriously at you and say, “If I ever hurt Viktor, I’ll allow you to do all those threats without hesitation.”

You nod and pat his shoulder, giving him your blessing.

Now you’re wondering if it’s too soon to make a wedding plan, and if Ximena would like to help you.

Viktor should’ve had like one parent alive, or maybe even a sibling. Maybe they could’ve made Ambessa’s local cuisine (I think his names Miguel) as Viktor’s cousin since they look so much alike. Hope y’all enjoy this fluffy mum!reader! Love ya ❤️

[transmutationisms]

any thoughts on the obsession with "hyperprocessed foods"? is there even such a thing and if so how much of the stuff around it is fake?

such a flawed useless categorisation lmao; this phrase comes from the nova scale, according to which an "ultra-processed food" is identified by a lack of sufficient "intact" food and the presence of "sources of energy and nutrients not normally used in culinary preparations" and additives specifically "used to initate or enhance the sensory qualities of food or to disguise unplatable aspects of the final product" (other additives, such as preservatives, antioxidants, and stabilisers, only qualify a food as group 3, "processed"). ultra-processing is defined as "a multitude of sequences of processing [...] includ[ing] several with no domestic equivalents," and ultra-processed foods are "usually packaged attractively and marketed intensely."

......so ok, first of all, this is very obviously reliant on a lot of assumptions about what 'normal' cooking and cooking equipment means, lmao. i do all kinds of shit in the kitchen that would have been inaccessible to someone in the mid nineteenth century; has the food become 'less processed' because i can make it at home now? if i obtained the equipment to hydrogenate oils myself would they magically not be ultra-processed simply because they came from my kitchen and not from an industrial setting?

this is just quasi-scientific language to express a fundamental distrust of food produced in ways that currently can't be replicated in [researchers' definitions of] a [normal] home kitchen. it's barely more sophisticated than platitudes like michael pollan's command to "eat only foods your grandmother would recognise". using the nova classifications to make assumptions about the healthfulness or danger of a food is just silly; the presumption is that the dietary and medical effects are not due to the food itself but to how it's produced, an idea that has led researchers to conclude that "the NOVA system suffers from a lack of biological plausibility so the assertion that ultra-processed foods are intrinsically unhealthful is largely unproven."

fundamentally the only evidence that nutritional scientists have been able to produce is observational studies showing a correlation between certain ill health outcomes and consumption of 'ultra-processed food'.

But the observational studies also have limitations, said Lauren O’Connor, a nutrition scientist and epidemiologist who formerly worked at the Department of Agriculture and the National Institutes of Health. It’s true that there is a correlation between these foods and chronic diseases, she said, but that doesn’t mean that UPFs directly cause poor health.

Dr. O’Connor questioned whether it’s helpful to group such “starkly different” foods — like Twinkies and breakfast cereals — into one category.

[...]

Clinical trials are needed to test if UPFs directly cause health problems, Dr. O’Connor said. Only one such study, which was small and had some limitations, has been done, she said.

ie, when evaluating the healthfulness of foods you have to actually look at what they are and what the human body does with them, and not just make a bunch of wild assumptions based on fears about their lack of proximity to 'naturalness' or propensity to be advertised (unlike, i guess, other more intact foods, which are not commodities. who knew!)

and there are like a million trillion other reasons why this correlation might hold: off the top of my head, for instance, people who rely more on the convenience of ready-made foods likely to be categorised as 'ultra-processed' are likely to be people who can't cook because they don't have time because they're working. so as usual nutrition and health science does a dogshit job distinguishing between the health effects of socioeconomic status and those of whatever some dickwad wants to publish a splashy study about.

there are certainly 'ultra-processed' foods that we can be extremely confident are harmful to human health---for example, trans fats. but the categorisation as a whole is so conceptually flawed as to be useless for any purpose besides as a term that 'scientises' culturally held beliefs about the wholesomeness and healthfulness of home food preparation, and the corresponding danger and artificiality of industrial production and methods.

[sundew199]

Every once in a while

a/n: anon request!! I am so sorry this took so long, whoever requested this you can yell at me lmao

tags: Hange Zoe x reader, slight age difference, modern au, ceo!hange, gender neutral reader but f!descriptions in smut,

The convention center was overwhelmingly hot and getting to the point of making you feel claustrophobic, too many people packed into this place to move around properly. Your boss had chosen you and two other employees to attend this business development conference with them. At first you turned it down, having important things at the office to focus on to spend three days sitting in an auditorium with thousands of other people to listen to the "big dogs" talk about what you needed to do to reach they top. It was all the same stuff: market, network, attend seminars to gain new ideas, all the stuff you've been hearing for years since starting your career in corporate business.

What confused the most out of everything was why your boss was attending. in your honest opinion, they didn't need to sit and listen to the advice these men and women were giving, if anything they needed to be on the stage right along with them and giving out their advice. Survey Corp International was one of better well know companies dealing in scientific research and studies in the area you worked. So why wasn't Hinge giving their spiel on how they climbed their way to the top in what you think was impressively fast. Could be the fact your boss was humble and didn't think of themselves as highly as you did. Oh well, once you made it through today, you'd be closer to getting home and returning to your routine.

"What do you say we all go out for dinner tonight? There's this restaurant down town that opened up and people have been raving in the reviews."

Hange walked in front of you and the two other employees that came with to this conference, stopping to turn back and see what the three of you thought about her suggestion.

"Yea that could be nice," Moblit, the vice president of Survey Corp International, agreed.

"Only if you promise we won't be staying out all night, we still have half a day tomorrow before this thing wraps up." Levi, the chief financial officer for the company, reminded.

Hange scoffed at their CFO's remark, rolling their eyes and slinging the tote bag with various handouts the staff at the convention gave to attendees. "Fine, but stop acting like I'm holding you hostage. Are you up for a nice dinner with your favorite coworkers?"

Directing the question at you, snapping you back to attention. "Oh yea for sure, dinner sounds nice."

"Great, I'll make reservation for tonight and we can all meet up in the hotel lobby." Swiveling back on their heel, picking up the pace in their steps as they made their way to the front doors of the convention center.

Glancing at the other two, giving a small shrug, you followed Hange out the doors back to the hotel everyone was staying in. Thankfully your boss was able to secure the last two rooms in the hotel within walking distance from the conference center, saving you and everyone else from having to catch a ride over. Staying in the same room as your boss wasn't as bad as you made it out to be beforehand, though they were eccentric and a bit wild, they respected your space and didn't make it as uncomfortable as might've been rooming with the CEO of such a big company. You were hired on as the Chief Operations officer about a year ago, keeping things running smoothly and organized. The previous COO quit after not being able to handle Hange and their constant 'squirrel' like moments, his way of describing. But you didn't ever have that problem, in fact you sort of preferred it, keeping you busy and on your toes.

Reaching the elevators, all four of you piled in, Levi pressing the correct floor button and letting out a tired sigh. "I need to stop agreeing to come with you on these things."

"What why? We always have so much fun!" Hange exclaimed, pausing the frantic typing on their phone to give Levi an almost hurt look.

"They're draining, and pointless with how successful Survey Corp International is."

"There's still plenty to learn, stop being so negative."

Levi opened his mouth to say something back, but huffed and decided against it, pulling a small laugh. Moblit and Levi were troopers, being at Hange's side since they started the company, proving that though they may have started graying early, they weren't quick to abandon a close friend.

Reaching the correct floor, everyone filed out, Levi and Moblit heading down to their room, letting Hange know to text them what time the reservation would be, and them murmuring out an "okay" without looking up from their phone. You headed down the hall, slipping the room key from your coat pocket and opening the door, holding it open until Hange passed through.

"Ah shit."

Hearing Hange curse while still looking at her phone, assuming it must be something business related for them to be this engrossed still.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, this guy wants to discuss possibly partnering with us but he wants to do it in person."

"There's those little conference rooms down in the lobby, have him meet you here." Offering your suggestion and kicking off your shoes and slipping your coat off. Hange pursed their lips, finally looked up from their phone and pondered on the idea.

"You're right I could, and I'd have plenty of time to still get ready for dinner reservations without having to run across downtown. You're a genius, you know that."

You smiled bashfully, shrugging to their compliment attempting to hide your face from them as you could feel your cheeks absolutely burning. There was something off a small crush or strong admiration for your boss and you really couldn't help it, but knew better than to try and pursue it for a handful of reasons.

"Okay, I gave the guy the hotels address, and reservations are at seven so that's about fourish hours from now." Explaining as they reached for their suit jacket and looking around for their briefcase. "And don't feel like you have to stay in the hotel room, unless you want to wait for me to get back of course."

The little wink they gave at the end of their words sent butterflies swarming in your stomach, the cheekiness of the comment and how it probably didn't even cross their mind how it affected you. Once the door was shut behind them, you let out the breath you were holding. Hange has always been so nice to you, and of course as your crush developed, their little comments stuck with you for weeks.

In the mean time, while they were gone, you would relax after attending this days long conference, take some time for yourself until it was time to get ready for the dinner reservations. You started a nice warm bath, using the expensive salts and add ins the hotel staff left in one of the cabinets, might as well right.

Accidentally dozing off in the bath after slipping in, you could hear the door opening and Hange calling your name, immediately sinking lower into the water hearing their voice, completely exposed. You couldn't hear them looking for you after a minute, so you took it as an opportunity to sneak out of the water and reach for the nearest hotel bathrobe, realizing you left any sort of clothes in your luggage, making a stupid mistake. Shit.

"The deal didn't take as long as expected! He agreed right away, isn't that amazing- wait I don't even know if you're in here." Hange exclaimed, stopping mid excitement to realize they didn't even know if you were in the room at the moment, making you shake your head amusingly as you listened from in the bathroom.

Tying the sash around your waist tighter than normal to ensure you wouldn't accidentally expose yourself, you opened the door and peaked your head out.

"That's great! Sorry I didn't hear you come in till now." Explaining yourself and catching the way Hange immediately locked eyes with you, like they were avoiding looking anywhere else. Maybe you were reading too far into things, but the shift in energy between you two could be felt, and there was no way to navigate it without making things stupidly obvious.

"Oh! please I'm the one who should be sorry, for disrupting the relaxation you had going on." Their face was red, like embarrassed as the realization set over them, making you feel hot all over.

"No! Hange it's no big deal, I needed to get ready anyway."

"Right, I'll step out and um - just don't mind me." Stumbling on words and feet as Hange tried to make things less awkward, failing miserably and unable to keep the laugh from slipping out. Hange went for the door but then stopped themselves and settled for the bathroom instead.

There were still about three hours until everyone would need to head down for dinner and what you had in mind to wear wouldn't be comfortable for lounging in the hotel bed as you caught up on a few personal things, so you simply slipped on some underwear and tied your robe back on, giving a small knock on the bathroom door to let Hange know they were good to come back out.

They looked just as flustered as earlier when they opened the door to see you were still in the bathrobe.

"You didn't change...?"

"I just put something on under this in the mean time, it's super comfortable."

Hange peaked a smile, slipping past you and heading for where their work stuff was spread out on the lone desk in the hotel room. "Can't say I blame you, but whenever you want to change for dinner just let me know."

"Of course, but don't feel like you have to run to the bathroom." Chuckling under your breath and then realizing what you said, looking away and clearing your throat. Hange stared at you with wide eyes that looked slightly glazed over, like it didn't even take them long to process what you were implying.

"I'll keep that in mind then."

Your gut was burning with anticipation, getting the strong feeling that Hange maybe experiencing the same desire you felt towards them towards you. It was a shot in the dark and your confidence out weighed your reasonable thinking or possible consequences if you were wrong.

"I don't mind the audience really, I'm not ashamed nor got anything to hide."

What were you doing? This felt so out of character for you to say, but it didn't stop you, not after seeing the way Hange got a certain sparkle in their eye at your words, like they were taking it as a challenge.

"Interesting you always seemed to have a different tone," Beginning and then trailing off, sauntering their way to sit beside you on the bed, close enough to be considered respectful but enough to reach over and grab their hand if you wanted.

"Things can change." Scooting closer, not even trying to decide where this new form of confidence was stemming from, though you had a feeling it was because you were tired of tip-toeing around your boss and wanting to just gave your way. Even if Hange were older than you, both of you were consenting adults and if Hange felt the same way as you did, why pass up on this opportunity?

Throwing a leg over their's wiggling your brows in a playful manner, you leaned in closer until your lips ghosted over Hange's ear. "Plenty of time until we meet everyone for dinner." Insinuating exactly what you wanted in such a sultry voice you sent chills up your own spine.

Hange wasted no time then, placing their hands on your shoulders and pushing you back down onto the bed, planting their hands on either side of your head and hovering above you.

"I've been getting mixed signals from you for the longest," Cocking a half smirk, untucking their button down shirt and then reaching for the sash to your robe around your waist, loosening it and moving either side of the robe out of the way to reveal the bare skin beneath.

"Not exactly the best at throwing hints out." Shying away under their gaze, feeling so delightfully exposed, moving against the bed in an alluring manner, hearing a hitch in Hange's breath.

"Managed to pick this one up." They said proudly before diving down to kiss down your neck, moving one of their hands away from propping themselves above you to run down your body, feeling along every inch of your skin, memorizing it. You arched into their touch, huffing out when their hands brushed across your nipples, barely stimulating them but doing just enough to get a reaction out of you.

Hange laughed into your neck at the subtle reaction, maneuvering their leg in-between yours, pressing their knee right up against your cunt and making you yelp. There was no denying that you were throbbing, barely thinking twice before testing the waters and grinding against their knee. And Hange took a liking to that, nipping all the way down your neck as they began to press firmer against you, appreciating the initiative on your end, the neediness you had no problem displaying around them.

"I'm going to make an assumption that you've day dreamed of something like this happening to you," They said breathlessly, grabbing your attention with a quick flick of their tongue across your nipple.

"Possibly yea," Breathing out your response and rubbing yourself harder against Hange, arching your back and displaying yourself for them, craving more of their touch.

Hange laughed again, wrapping their lips around your nipple and sucking harshly, tearing a broken whine from your throat, enticing Hange to get you to make more of those noises. They held you down at the hip, seemingly dragging you down closer to where you were already pressed against their knee, making the contact harsher and more stimulating. Your poor clit was getting the brunt of it, and you couldn't complain, it felt so good, you were turning greedy for more.

Pulsing an insane amount, you gasped when they abruptly removed their knee, took your face in their hand and puckered your lips. Excitement flashed in their eyes behind their glasses, wetting their bottom lip and closing the distance between your lips, slotting them together and stealing all the air from your lungs.

While distracting you with a kiss, Hange snuck their free hand down between your legs, moving your panties to the side and gathering some of the wetness that had accumulated from their teasing to lubricate their fingers. You were so distracted that the gentle press of their middle finger on your clit barely caused a reaction, causing them to quickly move on to shoving two fingers inside of you without warning.

"Hange - fuck oh my god." Gasping as you broke from their mouth and arched off the bed, fisting the sheets like gravity were trying to drag you up into the sky, continuously gasping the more Hange pumped and scissored her fingers inside of you.

"You look so pretty like this, let's see what else I can do to keep you that way." Slurring with lust and excitement, briefly halting her two fingers to ghost her thumb over your clit, smiling wider the louder you began to gasp, and finally rubbing smooth circles into the bud.

Your poor lip was being teethed to death from how hard you were biting down on it, trying to force yourself to look at them but shying away when you'd spot their hand buried between your legs. A shiver ran up your spine and a tingling sensation migrated from your gut to your toes, shaking intensely the faster Hange pumped and circled your clit. You knew you were close to coming, so fucking close you could taste it and you knew it would be so sweet. But you wanted to savor this with Hange, boss or not, you don't think you'd ever get to have this intense of an orgasm again.

"Shit - I'm going to -"

"Cum?" Finishing for you, leaning back over your body, tip of her nose brushing across yours. "Cum for me then."

And the flood gates broke, easily following Hange's simple instruction and reaching your orgasm with an intensity like none other. Throughout the entirety of your orgasm, Hange made sure to help you through it, easing the pace of their fingers as you began to come down and leaving them inside you until you had finally caught your breath.

Sitting up on your elbows, looking at them with satisfied bliss, you smiled and began to open your mouth to say something.

"Now I know you're going to want to repay me, but that's not going to happen until after dinner."

They patted your outer thigh, slipped off the bed and began unbuttoning their shirt to toss it in the vicinity of where most of their stuff was. You huffed, shaking your head, should've known they would try to turn down an offer you hadn't even offered yet, typical of them.

"Well then I guess you need to anticipate accepting my favor once we get back from dinner." Tying the sash to the robe around your waist loosely, pulling out your travel bag and plopping it down on the bed to start looking for something decent to wear tonight.

"I think I can manage that." Looking at you from the doorway to the bathroom, a cheeky smile back on their face and the heat still present and flushing their cheeks. You mockingly winked in their direction, comfort and ease returning to the little dynamic the two of you have always had.

Maybe this wouldn't be a permanent thing that happened between the two of you but it could certainly be every once in a while, a fun little secret that stayed between you two.

tags: @alt--er--love

[lowkeyrobin]

can we get a phoebe spengler dating and/or friendship hcs please im starving out here 🫶🏼🫶🏼

oooo yeah sure!! I apologize if this ends up being kinda short 😔🙏 ; thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy!!

PHOEBE SPENGLER ; dating hcs

summary ; dating stuff with phoebe

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; I'm not a professional when it comes to autism (because it's like 50/50 canon) so please give me feedback if any of the traits or anything in general is wrong for phoebe and if I should change it!! the sources I used don't seem like they're written by autistic people themselves but I'm putting my trust into these psychologists

word count ; 471

masterlist

she caught your eye with those horrible dad jokes of hers

it was the effort and thought that counted

tried using a science fact to reel you in but you were already head over heels 😭😭

you were just like "can I please take you out to do something fun? just us? please?"

she's like "...sure?" like she hasn't had a crush on you for the past solid 15 minutes from across the room

she talks about it to her mom, and she's all excited for her and she just doesn't understand the hype

baby's first date because trevor lives a double life around callie 💯

callie actually takes pictures 😭 and phoebe is just wearing a casual outfit like?? this isn't a fancy occasion mom

she's literally so scared but doesn't really know how to feel

you find it cute and endearing 💔

once you actually start dating, she's still very nervous around you because she's not trying to drive you away

she's obsessed with you though, you're actually perfect in her eyes and she'll do anything to prove that to you (vice versa as well 🫶)

she just stares at you sometimes and it's the cutest thing ever, like whole ass loses focus on whatever she's doing just to look at you. whether you're just chilling across the room or laughing and talking with podcast, she can't take her eyes off of you

she'll ramble about whatever she's fixated on / her special interest at the most random times, it's adorable

trevor will just see her staring at you while you're busy fixing something and be there like "stop staring" and without loosening her gaze on you, will reply "I can't help it"

he's mad she found actual love before him 😭 /hj

she'll hang on to anything and everything you seem to have an interest in

she seems like the type to make one of those pages long essays about how much she l-words you and mail it to you because she's too scared to give it to you herself

she's genuinley head over heels, there is no honeymoon phase that is just how she is

will proudly ramble about her ghostbuster duties to you whenever she can

loves taking walks with you even if it's just in silence

will 100% show you how everything in the proton packs and traps work

she'll have late night theories and scientific ideas and text you to not forget and just to let you know, even if you're asleep

"y/n I have an idea" "hit me"

you're her biggest fan

you made her a little "I got arrested" pin after she did actually get in trouble with stuff LMAO

she got you a little ghostbuster patch because you didn't want to really join them, but she can't help but wanna make you feel included

you, her, and Podcast are seriously an unbreakable trio

[howlsofbloodhounds]

headcanon that the thing that draws killer to color first is color's six souls situation. he wants to experiment on them so badly, but can never get to beat color so he goes plan b: pretend to befriend color then backstab him later. fortunately the plan backfires and the rest is history :)

also, i do wonder if killer has ever offered color to absorb his red soul. like, is killer's soul human enough? would color become a god after absorbing killer's soul? i think that would be a conversation color has to steer away, but killer can't stop his curiosity and self-destructive hypothesizing. color can become a god. color will be invincible. color can finally be safe like that. and like, maybe if color absorbs killer's soul, killer can finally communicate with the six souls and realize the horrors of raising six semi-children in your head as a single parent.

~ crowshipping anon

crow, how I’ve missed you. you and delta anon are the backbones of this blog btw.

And I absolutely adore the idea of how it started being that killer wanted to experiment on him lmao. Especially if its like “if this guys gonna keep lingering around, might as well make him useful,” and then he just keeps getting his ass beat over and over.

And then he decides to just go the friend route, play along and pretend he’s listening to the “bullshit” Color’s spewing, but color’s actually being genuinely nice. like, genuinely? hes not even trying to make killer stop or change, just firmly setting boundaries and redirecting killer’s curiosity on to something less destructive. and now, oh no, he likes him. hes fascinating.

and i think killer proposing the idea of color absorbing his soul even once is interesting, even if indirectly and possibly during one of his more self destructive or paranoid moments. perhaps if something happens that threatened colors life or somehow caused him to be hurt, or if something is just making killer think about them being separated. perhaps stage 1’s insecurity or just nightmares.

probably proposed it something like, “what if we became one” and color makes a light joke like “that would be awful, this heads already so full, dont you dislike children?” and then killer keeps going on with his line of thought. how color would be a god basically, how they’d be together, how maybe killers soul could help be a source of further power for color.

how hed be safe. killers soul is strong enough to rewrite entire timelines. color wouldn’t even have to worry about death.

of course killer may phrase it as something along the lines of how itd make color more powerful whenever he voices it, but color doesn’t care for more power and they both know that and color knows that he knows. color can read between the lines and killer knows that, too.

maybe this is even just killers way of expressing or wondering about how much closer they could get it, how much more there is to understand.

maybe killer less wants to know about colors souls now and more that he wants to know the souls because he wants to know color. maybe he wants to know everything he can learn about him; learn everything he can.

idk just the idea of killer being so intensely fascinated with and curious about color tickles me—something about it becomes less like scientific curiosity and more now that extremely rare desire to connect with someone. because color makes him feel understood and for the first time he feels safe being understood.

and perhaps if/when he becomes more aware of that, the intensity, is enough to cause killer to withdraw emotionally from color for a bit; even if he can’t stop mulling it over in his mind. maybe he even thinks if color absorbs his soul, then he’ll never lose access to that hope and happiness again. theres no threat of it. perhaps becoming a little lost in his fantasy for a bit.

[kingdoms-and-empires]

After Dark Review (Zombies!)

I recently had to go travel and read a few works that I never got around to reading but was interested in.

PLEASE REMEMBER THIS REVIEW IS DONE BY ME AS A READER AND IS MY OWN OPINION.

This means I will review in accordance to my own tastes, how the game caters to me, and what I feel. Do not take my word as gospel, what I may not be interested in or dislike, may be what YOU are interested and love!!!

@dalekowrites

Synopsis:

A few years from now, in Little Peak, Michigan, a teenager is ready to go to sleep.

While the heavy industry is more active than ever, the effects of global warming are evident, with higher temperatures, dying bees, and animals acting weird.

It has simply been another normal Wednesday, but little do people know that it’s the last day of normality Mother Nature has granted them.

After Dark is a scientifically accurate apocalyptic horror. You’re tired of zombies rising from the ground for no reason? You don’t believe in ghosts? Glittering vampires aren’t for you? Then you have to try one of the three different stories that unfold in After Dark.

When a global pandemic starts to transform people into dangerous monsters, which path will you choose? Will you fight for humanity? Will you stay for your family? Or will you run away in search of a better future?

Review:

The Good: Why does every IF Zombie game have the authors kill themselves in the coding department? This is in the good section, so it isnt a bad thing, though sometimes I worry for the sanity of the author lol. Anyways, After Dark is ambitious! Here are some of the things the author implemented:

Three different routes with three completely different stories. (1 is being worked on right now, the other two have not yet been implemented yet as far as I know)

A phone with a social network, gallery for the ROs, a newsletter, and a weather forecast app... of which you need to charge without it being annoying thankfully!

Characters remember what you talk about and will bring it up in future conversations, so you cant be two faced lol

A romance autonomy system that you can switch on that allows ROs to flirt with you!

Random encounters to encourage re-playability.

An inventory system.

A weather system, that can be prepped for using the weather app on your phone.

Hourly progression system, there are only a set amount of hours in a day that you can use to do things without affecting you.

Discoverable side stories.

A private journal that keeps track of stuff for you. Kinda Elder Scrolls coded and i jive with it haha

And crazy enough, there's more. The above sounds complicated and overwhelming, but it isnt for the reader somehow. The author was able to integrate all the above without it feeling intrusive or annoying.

As for the story itself, remember this is currently one route. The writing is well done, it isnt overly flowery or super descriptive to the point of walls of text. Instead it gets to the point effectively and without losing points.

It made me want to read more, and that is exactly what we readers look for as we scour the IF space for more stories.

ABBY

I really like Abby. She's the preggo lady you can find, and I love the humanity she brings to the story. She does some things thatll make you go:

All of the characters feel grounded and not tropey if that makes any sense. And the dynamics of the group can change with the MC's input, or lack of it.

And then food. Holy shit, the need for food actually felt immersive lmao, whenever id find a snack or something id snatch that mfer up

The Bad:

I would like more zombies. The characters, the narrative, and the plot works well. But I'm worried of being presented with more human on human conflict/drama instead of the undead, and to that I recommend the author to introduce more scenes where we can see the horror, eeriness, and sadness that such an apocalypses would induce. Make a scene where the player is being chased by the undead because of a fuck up, it can be MC's or one of the characters to create tension or drama and it can even make an RO moment occur. Or a scene where you can enter a school, or one of the FEMA camps and see the aftermath of an incident where the zombies break in or someone infected got in. Of course, the author is steadily updating, and what I just said may very will be in the cards of a future update! But I do think something involving the zombies should occur sooner than later, as the beginning scene with the parent and the chaos, horror, and tension of the scene still stayed with me, and i was hoping to reach those emotional heights again while playing!

The Ugly:

Other than a few gender variable errors of the ROs and the regular grammar mistakes found in any IF, the biggest issue i had was with presentation. I'd recommend the author to clean up the spacing between paragraphs in the future when they have time alongside the new update.

The Aftermath:

Zombie IFs just don't seem to miss. Almost all are able to land within the "good" category whenever one releases, and this has the potential to land right in the "Chef's Kiss" tier. I'd recommend this game to anyone craving a zombie IF, and im excited to see this develop more in the future! The characters are grounded, flawed but not annoyingly, and capable. The story is plausible, and the narrative makes sense. Honestly? I want more and I want it now!

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

So this is another "my vagina's/vulva's orgasm behaviour is confusing to me" question, but I did not find this explicitly in the faqs. So I have a vagina that js probably pretty standard. I get an orgasm pretty easily when I use a vibrator/massager or similar sex toy. I cannot, however, get myself off using my hands. Neither can my partner. We do fingering, oral or penetrative sex, all of which I enjoy a lot, even though I never (literally never) orgasm if no toy is involved. My partner and I are a bit curious as to why getting an orgasm with a toy is so easy for me, but so far, literally no other technique we tried that doesn't involve a vibrator has worked. I'm always having fun when we're having sex, I don't feel pressured about getting off, and my partner is very attentive and has tried many different things during sex. So my question is: Can you sort of "numb" your clitoris if you use toys too often? I've started masturbating pretty early, but I always used mechanical helpers, for example an electrical toothbrush. And I've been entertaining this weird theory that this has maybe led my nerves to only react to quite strong and strictly repetitive stimulation. But maybe this is ridiculous? Do you know anything about this? Coming due to my partner fingering me or going down on me or maybe even during penetrative sex would be something I'd like very much (and also being able to masturbate without toys would be a practical skill to have) so I'm wondering why this is not working so well. I love your blog btw and I've learned so much reading through your asks! Thank you for taking the time to answer so many questions!

hi anon,

you've actually pretty much nailed it! while you can't numb your clitoris, you can teach your body to respond only to particular types of stimuli - some people find themselves only able to get off in certain positions, for instance, or, as in your case, with a very specific intensity and repetition. vibrators are great for a lot of people who have difficulty with orgasm strictly because they deliver such powerful, consistent stimulation! and that's awesome, but it can also make it difficult for the comparatively weak and unpredictable human body to compare lmao.

I'm super glad that you and your partner are already in a place where you feel secure in the way sex works for you, rather than taking the need for a vibrator as a kind of shortcoming (... no pun intended). I think that puts you in a really good place to start experimenting and trying new things together and have fun doing it!

if you want to learn how to get off minus a vibe, there's really on foolproof solution: get that vibrator out of there. not for solo or partnered sex; from now on it's body parts only. that may mean no orgasm for a while, but it sounds like you already have a really good attitude about that, so I hope that won't be too much of a bummer during the adjustment period!

it may take a while, but what I'm hoping for it giving your body a nice long break deprived of stimulation that intense to help it grow more sensitive to touch from a hand, mouth, or other body parts. don't put too much pressure on yourself to be orgasmic right away; just try out different things, pursue new sensations, and try to be playful and pressure-free. even if it doesn't result in orgasm, I hope it can be a fulfilling and fun experience that lets you learn new things about how you like to be touched and experience sensation.

also, pro tip: if you go long enough without using a vibe there's a very good chance you will, in scientific terms, nut yourself senseless pretty immediately when you reintroduce it, so that's something to look forward to.

[spockandawe]

Straw marquetry, mark three!!!! Okay. So. I did two projects where i pasted my material directly onto a backing and then adjusted the edges. And I still haven't done any where I build tiles and assemble them on the backing later. But first I wanted to swerve off the road into something slightly more the realm of traditional wood marquetry, because I wanted to see if I could cut pieces out of a sheet of material, and fill it with something else.

The answer: pretty much!! There's still room for improvement here, I've done VERY little with cutting out Shapes at all, and not all wood veneer techniques map to straw (if i sanded this surface down, I would cry). And I also picked out all circle shapes because ??? I hate myself I guess. But I've been sitting on this GORGEOUS red straw and the perfect frame, and my self-control finally snapped

So, I plotted out a series of overlapping circles, sized very scientifically (based on four bowls in my kitchen) and traced them out onto my primary backing sheet. I wanted to cover with straw up over those lines, but not to waste unnecessary material.

Then I used my bowls as guides to cut out the first few circles and worked to fill them! In traditional marquetry, the advice is to work from background to foreground, so that's what I did here! And i traced out the size of the holes to determine the area i needed to cover for the inset pieces. The lumpiness of the circle below is to account for the overlap from the next piece to follow, making sure there's a clean surface to cut for that window.

I also did some VERY light color sorting, to try to pull out dark red for the biggest circles, pink red for the midsize ones, and orange for the smallest. The orange worked, the others are a bit more ambiguous! Part of the issue is that color variation within a single stalk can be extreme, and I didn't want to get lost in the weeds of subdivisions. The other is that this craft is positively ALLERGIC to overhead lights, as you can probably guess from many of my photos, which meant a lot of my sorting calls were wide open for second-guessing later.

Now, unlike wood, I wasn't really able to glue these to each other. That might change if I step up the backing to a thicker board, but here we were basically working on cardstock. Something to explore later! So for now, I attached my circles using masking tape, but I did experience a SMIDGE of damage to my finish here and there, so I'll drop to a lower tack tape next time. Once everything was assembled, I glued it all to another piece of red paper, squared it up to fit the frame, pressed it overnight, glued it to a piece of foam board, then pressed again.

And then I framed it! This was delightful, and I'm in love with the way the smallest circles pop. And I finally figured out that the trick to photographing these things lying flat is to turn OFF the overhead walls, lmao. I'm extremely pleased with how this came out and looking forward to future projects! This one is so striking, I really look forward to finding more ways to continue escalating, ahahaha

[fruitytrollroll]

you know how sometimes, couples will fight about the stupidest things? and it's not necessarily because they're actually invested in the stupid thing in question. but they fight anyway, because there is a deeper, more systemic underlying issue haunting the relationship that they're too scared to address, or which they don't know how to articulate.

as much as it's played for laughs, i think jack and maddie's annual christmas fight can be interpreted through this lens pretty seamlessly. on the surface, it's senseless for ghost hunters to argue about whether or not santa is real, because they already believe in GHOSTS. approximately 50% of all Americans believe in ghosts—whereas santa claus is a superstition held exclusively by children, possibly marking jack as clinging to ignorance, or the past—or as a character experiencing arrested development (this is not an outlandish leap, given his oblivious and bumbling characterization).

i believe jack says he's "never seen a ghost" in episode 1, but his convictions are still strong. i don't think maddie has ever seen a ghost either, but i would need to rewatch to verify. that said, for how staunchly she defends the merits of scientific reason and hard evidence in their annual christmas argument, it would make sense if she had experienced some kind of ghostly encounter in the past that made her believe in them. but maybe after 20 years together of working tirelessly on their inventions and never seeing ONE (1) ghost, an intelligent and reasonable woman of science may eventually come to doubt her own memories. but ghost hunting, and ghost-based science, are their shared passion. it would not be a stretch to say it is a significant factor in the very foundation of their relationship.

having a sincere argument about whether or not ghosts are real would be too difficult, because of the implications it would have for their relationship. they could probably weather it, but it would be painful for both of them. and if they brought that argument home, into their work area, it would be nonstop throughout the year.

so the christmas argument could be a lower-stakes way for maddie to air her doubts, and for jack to essentially tirelessly assure maddie by opposing her in that intellectual debate. a little bit of conflict and resilience to arguments is healthy in an relationship, and i think theirs benefits somewhat from having a designated occasion on which to disagree. but now they've got a family, and i don't think jack and maddie fully UNDERSTAND why they're doing this, so jazz and danny can't ever get comfortable around the holidays. it creates a lot of stress for them—particularly danny. no wonder jazz became a psychologist to try and understand what's wrong with them, lmao. i can't imagine how she dealt with that all on her own before danny was born, when she was young and impressionable. and even after he was born, she was only, like 4? sheesh...

that aside, i wanted to address the possibility that there could be another layer to the delusional nature of jack and maddie's argument. namely, that it was their passion for ghosts that eventually caused them to grievously injure their friend so badly they were too crippled by guilt over their part in his plight to so much as visit him in the hospital. it seems like maybe they didn't ever apologize for hurting him, or for cutting his college career short. depending on when in the semester the accident happened and what year they were in, vlad could have been close enough to the end to graduate, and just not have attended graduation—but if he wasn't close to the end, he would have had to withdraw from all his classes after an injury like that. and did they all collaborate on this project, or what? was this their final thesis in ecto-engineering? did any one of them graduate? was everyone in the room exempt from presenting their work after the accident? were all three of them expelled because of it? only jack and maddie? we have so few details!

but from the fentons' perspective, imagine having a single conversation to the tune of, "what if ghosts aren't real?" after an upset like that. imagine the consequences if you come to the conclusion that they AREN'T real. you would then have to quickly grapple with the equally likely reality that you grievously injured, hospitalized, abandoned, and subsequently became estranged from your best friend—for NOTHING.

in Masters of all Time, we see that the circumstances of the accident literally, PHYSICALLY pushed jack and maddie together, when jack acted fast to protect her from an ecto-blast using his body as a shield. in that moment, we are shown a microcosm of the bearing the accident has on their relationship. it's a tragedy, but it's also a catalyzing event that causes them to take comfort in each other, and thereby realize their feelings for one another. on the most cynical end of things, it could be argued that they got together because they bonded over this trauma, and they only stay together out of sunk cost fallacy. only jack and maddie can understand how awful they feel for hurting their friend. and yet the other side of that coin is that it's simultaneously too painful to talk about.

so instead of ever truly grappling with the possibility that ghosts aren't real—to fend off the thought that they had built a portal to NOWHERE for NOTHING, and only alienated a close friend for all their efforts—they argue about whether or not santa is real instead.

[bloodyinkandquill]

Subspace x astronomer Reader who is equally morally questionable

i spent like 5 minutes trying to figure out how to word that title, hell it might still be subject to change so we shall see lmao, and wow third subspace request the people really like subspace, it did change i honestly almost went with ‘reader who matches his freak’ i literally had to consult my friend on it

- You guys practice your evil laughs with each other, before I said anything else I had to say that, you two will just stand there and cackle at each other for minutes on end giving each other pointers on how to improve it, make sure to have water nearby because laughing maniacally with each other does a number on your throat, especially with his being affected by rot just like a good portion of his body

- Before you Subspace had never had any interest in space, the stars, the moon, whatever, none of it seemed interesting to him, however after meeting you he started to take time to appreciate the sky, the hundreds of stars he could see from the cold Blackrock nights, the moon’s cycle, all of it was suddenly a lot more interesting to him, but he preferred not to research any of it, instead preferring to hear you speak on it, how passionate you were about the stars and their movements

- Though the listening to you go on and on was not just him, you would listen to him go into great detail about his experiments, they were far from ethical but neither of you cared, honestly it was exhilarating sometimes, on rare occasion you’d join him in his lab and watch the different reactions to toxic substances, it was mesmerizing

- He would also join you in your lab as you used your giant telescope and charted the movements of stars and how it might affect the Inphinity, he wouldn’t be as hands on but he liked hearing you ramble about all of the stars in the sky and your theories, he’d also peer review any papers you do on astronomy, you were both Blackrock scientists after all

- You two plan future experiments Subspace can conduct, you enable each other, but it doesn’t matter, as long as Blackrock gets their research they condone all actions he does to get the necessary research and scientific improvements, after the invention of the Biografts they became far more lenient, he invented them a robotic army, of course they don’t mind if he kills a few demons here and there

- Due to your profession and love for beyond the sky he gives you a pet name or two based on space, his cosmo or his moon, in turn you gave him the nickname you’re sun, together you shine brighter, it would be more poetic if the shining wasn’t scientific murder, but oh well you gotta break a couple eggs anyways

sorry these were shorter i had to write them between working on a russian assignment lmao, i hope they’re good again tried to be character accurate!