#apparently only 8% of women have the body type

[dragonpyre]

One of my biggest fashion double standard pet peeves is that a lot of fashion promotes the hourglass figure as the ideal body type, but doesn’t actually MAKE clothing for that figure. Try wearing any shirt and suddenly you either look dumpy or square

[14thcommander]

moment's silence || hange zoe x reader

cw: smut, 18+ ONLY. oral, dirty talk, age gap (8 years), reader is a baby gay, nb! hange, afab! reader. based on this post.

“Can I eat you out?”

The words escape from your mouth before you can stop them. Hange pauses the movie currently playing on the television before you – Jaws 2 would have to wait. It’s not like they were particularly invested in the narrative, anyway.

Hange was fine with this night going down a soft and romantic route, just cuddling on their sofa would be fine. Although this new path seems unexpected, they can’t hide the excitement in their eyes. They finally turn to look at you, eyes big and doe-like under the soft blue halo coming from the screen. They like you like this, soft and spontaneous. Youthful. The eight year gap that attempts to separate the two of you surely kicks in, sometimes. 

“Uh, sure. Why so out of the blue, though?” They ask, as a soft chuckle leaves their mouth. A soft hand finds its way towards your face, softly caressing your cheek. You shiver under the coldness of the silver rings wrapped around Hange’s thin fingers, and they pretend not to notice. 

“Um, I don’t know.” You giggle nervously under their gaze, aiming your stare towards the paused movie. There’s nothing special about thai night – except for the fact Hange is wearing a suit. The occasion called for it, apparently: a few hours earlier, you visited a new art gallery downtown.

After a beat or two of silence, you speak again: 

“I just really want to taste you.”

Your confession almost makes Hange moan out loud, which causes their teeth to sink on their bottom lip – not in a “I’m trying to seduce you” type of way, but in a “I have no words for this, and I don’t want to let my body react for me” way. 

Zoe is a few years older than you, much more experienced – in a few different ways. They’ve had their fair share of sleeping with beautiful women in their life… you, not so much. You were not a virgin when you met Hange, you just hadn’t realized until that point that your romantic and sexual interest went way far than just sleeping with men – and pretending to like it, most of the time. 

It’s been a couple of months since then: you’re taking things slow – or trying to. Hange wants to do this right, for you. They don’t want to scare you away, or overwhelm you. It does take a lot of self control when you pull shit like this, though. 

“So?” You ask, feeling your heart in your throat. There’s many thoughts clogging your brain right now: what if they don’t want this, what if I’m pushing them, was I too quick, or maybe too slow, I don’t know what I’m doing–

“Of course, princess.” They whisper, coming closer to you. 

Hange’s lips are soft against yours, delicate even. Their kiss never fails to sweep you off your feet, as you feel like you’re floating. You hum against the kiss, sliding your tongue against theirs. Eventually, you leave their lips unattained in order to place open-mouthed kisses on their neck. 

You climb on their lap, spreading your legs on top of them. This feels so good, Hange thinks. I should definitely say it out loud, let her know how good she is. Your curious hands travel through their body, warm and possessive: you travel this new territory with so much desire, it’s almost suffocating. All Zoe can come up with is a weak…

“Fuck” They whisper once you climb down from them, knees hitting the carpet beneath you. 

Shortly before opening their pants, you move the fabric of your dress down, so your tits are freed from its confinement. Is this the right move, though? Guys usually seemed to like it… I hope they don’t notice I have no idea what I’m doing, you think . 

“Is this okay?” You ask, looking up at them with darkened eyelashes. Hange can’t stop thinking about how they want to melt your makeup away, make a mess of you. Eventually, they think. Not tonight. 

“Yeah,” They reply, voice sounding hoarser than they intended “Go ‘head.”

With hunger dripping from your eyes, you move their pants down, along with the plain black boxer-style panties they were wearing. Meanwhile, Hange takes their blazer off and starts unbuttoning the white dress shirt they were wearing. 

“You’re so attractive.” You mumble, voice barely above a whisper, as you start heatedly placing kisses on Hange’s thighs. They sigh, as a pink tint starts blossoming on their cheeks. 

You mean it: Zoe has this unique appearance to them, one that just lures you in even more once you get to know them. Hange is everything you’ve ever wanted, but you still don’t have the heart to tell them that. 

Instead, what you do is place your hands on their knees, carefully spreading their legs and exposing what you’ve been dying to taste this whole night. Hange’s pussy is better than what you’ve been imagining for the past few months, better than what you’ve been picturing when playing with yourself. They’re not shaved or waxed, but they are carefully trimmed. You lick your lips in excitement when you realize how wet they are – and it’s all for you. 

You place a kiss on their clit, an experimental one. Then, another one. Looking up at them, you lick a single stripe from their entrance towards their needy clit. They taste good, so good. This is so much better than I expected, we should have done this before…

“Oh God, yeah, just like that.” They purr, voice sounding restrained and snapping you out of your thoughts, only to make you realize you’ve been making out with their clit. 

Experimentally, you suck on it, which causes Hange’s head to tall back against the sofa’s armrest. You part their lips to give you better access to their bundle of nerves, lapping at it – slowly, and then building up the speed and pressure. 

“Feels so good.” They whisper, hands gripping the back of your neck – and, for  a moment, Hange wonders if this is too much. Their worries go away as suddenly as they came when you moan against their pussy, diving even deeper between their thighs. 

Now, you’re sucking and slurping on them, nails carefully raking against the soft skin of their inner thighs, and Hange thinks – no, actually knows – this is what heaven feels like. With you, on your knees, willingly pleasuring them. They already feel addicted to you. 

Zoe looks like a mess: hair all over the place, glasses lowering on the bridge of their nose, and tanned skin sweaty. 

“Fuck, fuck.” they whine, moving their hips against your face – which seems to make you happy, given the fact you moan against their clit. “Yeah, I’m almost there, don’t stop.”

You tap on their thigh, showing you understand their request – you keep the same amount of speed and pressure, tongue moving against their now puffy clit relentlessly. 

A wave of white-hot feeling travels through Hange’s body, as their body convulses underneath your mouth. Their members go limp, relaxing underneath your touch. They cum choking on your name, letting out a final whine as you try to lick them clean. 

Hange grips your hair, removing you from in-between their legs. They pant, looking at you almost incredulously. 

“You good?” You ask, hair messy and face wet, smiling up at them. 

“Yeah. You?” They breathe, reaching for your body once again.

You nod, straddling their lap, as Hange pulls you in for a kiss. 

“Good. My turn now.”

[youremyheaven]

hiii your explanations are so succinct and easy to spot. may i ask from your pov what the difference is between SD, FN and SN? like, i have a really hard time telling them apart on not extremely athletic or curvy women & i wonder if you could give some examples & what the main visual cues could be?

Moderate sized people are harder to type, I agree. The people who are easiest to type are those who are extreme examples of their own ID. But since there's 8 billion people on this planet, there's going to be a lot of variety and diversity and people who look like a mix of several things.

The easiest way to identify a Natural type (SN or FN) is by looking for width. Now "width" is the most misunderstood Kibbe term of all time. But it's really not that complicated at all.

(Left: Julia Roberts, verified FN

Right: Kat Dennings, verified SN)

Both these women are Natural types and when you look at them, you do not register them as "curvy". You just see their frame. They do not look "voluptuous" in any way. Nothing on their body stands out. Not their breasts or their hips. Especially with Kat, who is known for having a large bust, you can't see them at all in the above dress.

However, while Julia looks visibly tall and "strong" with her shoulders, arms and body, Kat looks more soft and visibly shorter. They are FN and SN respectively.

(Left: Jennifer Lawrence, verified FN

Right: Sofia Vergara, verified SD)

Compare these two looks. Both of them are wearing strapless gowns that show no cleavage. Yet, you can just tell that Sofia is voluptuous. By looking at her body, even when its fully covered, Sofia's breasts and hips are very pronounced and prominent. This is what is meant by "double curve" or "curve accomodation". Her body's structure itself is curved so its visible through her outfit.

Whereas with JLaw, even though she has a moderately big bust, you cant really tell with this outfit. Again, nothing on her body stands out in any way. You can only see her frame.

(Left: Jane Fonda, verified SN

Right: Brooke Shields, verified FN)

Again, the shape of their body does not stand out in these form fitting dresses. Their mid-section looks "wide"; they do not have a small defined waist. They are both Naturals. However Jane looks shorter and "softer" than Brooke, hence she's an SN. Brooke has strong shoulders, arms and visibly looks very tall and strong. She has a typical supermodel build. She is an FN.

now lets compare these two

Christina Hendricks is a verified SD & ScarJo is a verified SN

Even though both of them have covered their bust, its very obvious with Christina that she has big breasts. The shape of her bust and hips stands out, accentuated by her small defined waist.

Meanwhile with ScarJo, nothing on her body stands out and you cant really tell that she's busty.

There are many Natural types who have big breasts but you can't tell they do unless they go out of their way to show some cleavage. A curve dominant type (R/TR/SD) does not have to do this because their curves break the line of their frame and are thus, very prominent.

when she shows cleavage, its apparent that ScarJo has big breasts but when she doesn't, you can't tell at all if she has big breasts or not.

(L to R)

Doris Day, verified SN

Cameron Diaz, verified FN

Anita Ekberg, verified SD

by looking at their faces you can tell that they all give off very different vibes.

Doris has a very sweet harmonious face where no individual feature stands out. She looks like the nice girl in class who you could borrow a pen from.

Cameron has a more badass-esque look, so she looks tougher than Doris. All her features are very balanced tho. She looks like a model or like someone who you could cast in an action movie.

Anita has a bigger nose and lips, long eye shape, a strong jaw. All her features are slightly bigger, sharper and more prominent. She looks like she's about to seduce you. She also looks older and more womanly.

Doris has Natural, Classic essence

Cameron has Romantic, Natural & Classic essence

Anita has Romantic & Dramatic essence

[hokkyokusei]

Characters' body proportions, "long legs syndrome" or why some people create hatred for the sake of hatred

First, let me explain to people who may not understand how proportions work in drawing.

I also want to remind you of a simple truth: change is not bad. Note: I took extra art classes in elementary school for 4 years and then completed 5 art classes(years) at art school. During my last years of study I had the most wonderful teachers. Still love one of these teachers so much.

And that is why I am sure that what is now considered a trend and supposedly the norm is a VERY BIG mistake.

I've noticed a trend of hate towards Onmyoji's game developers, and while I agree with some of their f#ck-ups, I still want to remind you that there are PEOPLE LIKE US working there. Hateful comments are not constructive criticism!

So who here thinks that the characters supposedly have “long legs syndrome”? Where and how did you get this information and who told you THAT THIS IS TRUE?

I was just furious when I read this nonsense on Weibo, the worst thing is that people don’t even understand this and blindly believe it! Don't blindly believe everything the Internet gives you! You can always check for yourself or find people who understand this topic!

Today I found out that the art team has changed and we can actually see that this seems to be true as the latest designs have changed.

I see a bunch of accusations and dissatisfaction against the developers that they draw incorrectly. Again, has anyone seen a sensible answer other than just a comparison of heights compared to previous works?

Secondly, I want to break down this stupid idea of long leg syndrome in characters.

The correct proportions in drawing are considered to be 7-8 heads from head to toe.

Hair growth, heels, levitation and other attributes are absolutely NOT taken into account. Only the skull and so the heads need to be counted 7-8.

There are times when artists can draw up to 9 heads in height. For example, big heroes.

Individual haracteristics, injuries (for example, a hernia in the back will make the height shorter, too tall growth will slightly change the proportions) must be taken into account.

The people “with long legs syndrome” are you and I look like in reality. Frequently, this is a European type of appearance. Asians, for example, have lower butts than Europeans (tested on Koreans lol), that’s why they think that our legs are longer, although they are also beautiful in proportion.

But another fun fact: we don’t have ideal proportions, because our fingers, arms, legs, etc. are longer and shorter by a few millimeters invisible to us.

But we're talking about basic anatomy in drawing, right? Teenagers and children have different proportions, but since they were not compared, I won’t describe them here; if you’re interested, you can find them on the Internet.

Proportions also differ between men and women.

+ in humans, proportions change with age.

For those who compare with the old character models in the game: Apparently, the art team has changed. So now they do what they want. And they do it competently and correctly in terms of proportions in the drawing. I don't judge past artists; Every creative person sees things differently. But the game continues to develop and this is ABSOLUTELY normal and natural. I don't think that old models will be remade for the sake of correct proportions, they will be optimized, but not completely remade in a new way. I think it's cool, kind of showing respect to those who originally worked on the character model.

People suffer every day and express their hatred online. I do not defend the mistakes of the developers, but I also ask you not to incite hatred everywhere without understanding the topic well.

Also remember that sometimes mistakes happen. As one wonderful mangaka said when asked about the difference in the height of characters on different pages of the manga: there was an uneven floor somewhere!

I hope this post has helped you and now you see things from a different perspective. If you have questions, you can ask them here or in DM.

And if you have the chance, send this post to people who believe in "long legs syndrome" characters, or send them to the Internet to google information about correct proportions (o˘◡˘o)

[griffin-girl-r]

Chapter 7

Word count: 2,133

Warnings: Blood

Chapter 6 , Chapter 8

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"I am..."

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Maria was holding her breath as she felt her heart skip a beat with each second the girl was hesitating to offer them an answer.

"I am..." The girl hesitated to answer "I am Y/N. Y/N Romanoff-Hill but on Earth-1218 I was called Y/N Y/L/N. I am your daughter in every universe except Earth-1218 and your reality, the main Earth-199999. The only reason why I am not your daughter in this reality as well is because you chose not to marry each other when you had the chance and start a family."

Natasha and Maria's mouths hung wide open as the revelation of the girl's identity, that, apparently, it's called Y/N, sank in.

This can't be true.

Natasha was unable to carry a baby and Maria never wanted to have a baby to begin with.

Everything about this girl's story was too complicated and hard to believe.

"You're lying!" Maria was the first to accuse, not believing one word this girl was saying

"I swear that I am telling the truth." The girl, Y/N, pleaded "You have all the proof you need around you. Just look at it."

Maria looked to her left as Natasha looked in the opposite way to her right, both women taking another good look at all the items inside the room.

"I called this mission 'Project Resurrection' because, when I was a kid, you used to give silly names to all of our adventures. Even if that adventure was taking out the trash." Y/N explained with a hint of sadness in her voice "I grew up feeling loved, you both had been the best mothers any child could ask for. We lived in this very own house, near Uncle Clint's farm and Grandma Melina taught me how to care for the animals we kept and raised here. We were the perfect family. That was until the blip happened and Thanos erased half of the universe. As you know, Mom was one of the victims."

"Mom?" Natasha asked confused, turning her head to look at the girl who claimed to be her daughter from another timeline

"I mean Maria." Y/N pointed to the brunette woman "Me and Mama were left behind. Mama sacrificed herself to bring Mom back and almost 3 years later Mom got shot by a Skrull and killed. I was left alone in the world." She sniffed away her tears "That's why I started to fight and find a solution to bring you both back to me without messing with these two canon events. The universe needs to believe you are dead when you're not. Your sacrifices were vital but not entirely necessary. It wasn't your time yet."

"It makes so much sense now..." Maria breathed out, staring into space, her eyes unfocused as she was deeply lost in thoughts "I understand now why you saved us and helped us without asking for anything in return. I understand why you almost called Natasha 'Mama', the first time you talked with her or why you kept trying to get closer to us. I understand now why you know us so well, why you have the same special blood type as Natasha, why you looked so familiar, and why you keep saying that this world is a copy of the world we know. It's actually a copy of the world you know, not us. A world where you were happy and loved."

"And I risked everything to feel like that again even if it was just for one day." Y/N nodded "So you see, Maria, I never wanted to steal your girl. I was just trying to spend some time with my beloved Mama that took care of me alone for 5 years while you were relaxing in the deads' world. I used to adore you when I was little, Maria..." She looked directly at Maria "But when you came back after the snap, you were different. You changed. You never cared the same about me as you did before Mama died. But despite everything, I still love you, Mom, and I always will do."

Maria's body was suddenly overtaken by anger.

The commander turned around and grabbed the first object within her reach, which happened to be a framed photograph, and smashed it into a wall.

Natasha, who was silently trying to comprehend everything she had heard, visibly flinched at the sound of glass shattering on the room's floor, her eyes darting to the place from where the sound was heard.

Y/N fearlessly walked over to the now broken picture and picked it up, as she couldn't care less of the fact that her hand got cut in one of the broken glass pieces in the process.

Blood trailed down her hand but the young woman bravely ignored it as the pain in her heart was hurting more than a simple cut.

"This picture was taken on the day I was born." Y/N stared down at the picture, pulling the couple out of their thoughts "Mom loved the idea of starting a family but she wasn't ready to carry a child and Mama, no matter how much she wanted to bear that baby, she physically couldn't, given her past. So you both asked Bruce for help and he accepted. He gathered up a team of scientists and also included Tony in it and started working on finding a way to make your dream possible." She sighed deeply "After quite some time of work, the medical team came up with a way to help Mama carry and birth a baby. They created an artificial womb and modified the embryo to be strong enough to resist the nine months of development before inseminating everything inside Natasha. The embryo was created from both of your DNAs but one terrible mistake messed with something inside of it. Despite my genetic problem, you both loved me in the way I was and every day kept telling me how proud of me you are for growing up big and strong. I felt accepted. And that's how you both became mothers with a little scientific help and how I was born. Well, at least, that's how it happened in my universe."

Natasha's eyes filled with tears as her arm instinctively wrapped around her stomach.

'Could it be?' The spy thought

Her biggest dream and greatest regret at the same time.

Could there be a world where she was able to become the mother she always wished to be?

"I need a moment..." Natasha chocked out as she sprinted out of the room as soon as she could

"Natasha, babe, wait!" Maria shouted after her girlfriend "You and I are going to discuss and solve this problem later in private. Like two strong women." She pointed her finger at the young girl, hinting on the fact that she wanted to fight her

And with that, Maria took off running after Natasha, leaving the girl that now had a name behind.

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"Tasha..." Maria sadly sighed as she slowly approached her lover who was crying outside the house

Maria pulled Natasha in her arms and the spy made no move to protest against the comfort that Maria was trying to give her.

"Could it be true?" Natasha cried, resting her head on Maria's shoulder "Could she be telling us the truth? Because if she does, then our lives are going to change forever, Ria."

"I think they have already changed, Natty." Maria looked sadly at her girlfriend, running her hand through Natasha's hair "They were changed the moment we were saved from our death."

"What are we going to do now, Masha?" Natasha cried again

"We're going to face everything like the strong and united women that we are, my love." Maria sighed "And about that girl, Y/N, we'll have to be cautious around her for a while, hear her entire story, and then decide what we want to do next."

Natasha nodded.

Maria was right.

They will need to hear the full story of this girl and then decide what type of life they want to have from now on.

"Can we go inside and stay with her?" Natasha's voice shook as she looked at Maria with big puppy eyes

"If that's what you want then I guess we could do that." Maria slightly smiled for Natasha, unable to say no to her lover

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The conversation between the former Deputy Director and the female Avenger wasn't long, only a few sentences spoken.

But in their lack of words, Maria and Natasha had said everything they needed to say in order to come to a silent agreement.

They decided to offer this girl a chance.

Y/N was sitting on the edge of her bed, clumsily trying to tend to the wounds Maria caused her.

She was so focused on trying to clean a cut on her forehead that she hadn't even noticed the two older women walking inside the room and over to her.

"Let me take care of that, sunshine." Natasha softly spoke, grabbing the tissue out of the girl's hand, and sat down beside her on the bed

"There really is no need to, Nat." Y/N tried to deny Natasha's help "I can do it myself."

"Don't be silly." Natasha chuckled as she started to clean the cuts "It's obvious that you need a little bit of help with these wounds. In fact, Maria has something to tell you." She looked at Maria "Right, Maria?"

Maria hesitated to say what her girlfriend wanted to hear but Natasha's piercing gaze was telling her that the redhead wasn't playing around this time.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, kid." Maria sighed defeated, allowing her shoulders to fall "I shouldn't have beat you."

"It's okay, Agent." The girl nodded "I'm not mad at you."

"I really shouldn't have reacted like that and treated you in the way I did." Maria said as she finally realized how terribly wrong she was for acting as she did

"I forgive you." Y/N slightly smiled "Let's forget about everything."

While Y/N and Maria were lost in guiltly staring at each other, Natasha quickly, but carefully, tended to Y/N's wounds, the one on her hand included.

"All done, sunshine." Natasha smiled, placing a gentle kiss on the bandage she wrapped around the girl's hand "Good as new."

Natasha's smile dropped as she realized what she had done.

She felt the subconscious need to baby this girl that she wasn't even sure it was her daughter in another universe, let alone in this one.

"Thank you..." Y/N held her bandaged hand up and pointed to Natasha with a shy smile "I appreciate it."

"Can I..." Natasha hesitantly pointed to the girl's face "You know... Look?"

"Sure..." Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, unsure of what Natasha wanted to say with that

Having the permission of the girl, Natasha gently cupped Y/N's face as the spy looked all over the girl's face with shimmering eyes.

This was the first time when Natasha was truly seeing Y/N's features as she studied them carefully.

"Those are my eyes." Natasha started mumbling to no one in particular "And my nose. But those are clearly Masha's ears." She chuckled tearfully, running one finger over the girl's ear "Her jaw and her lips. This is the perfect combination of her and me." She ran her hand through Y/N's hair which was a mix of Natasha's fierce red hair and Maria's dark brown one "You have my voice but you speak with Maria's determination and confidence and you also have her hands." She took the girl's hands into her own "But the shape of your face and skin tone is all me despite having her highlighted cheekbone."

Maria was silently studying Y/N's features, as Natasha did, but from afar.

As far as she's concerned, Maria couldn't agree more with Natasha's description of this girl.

"You look like the most beautiful and perfect being to have ever existed." Natasha breathed out "And you're ours."

Natasha's claim of the girl sparkled something inside Maria that made the commander let down her guard.

She could now see the truth in the young girl's eyes and the sacrifices she had made on her features.

Maria could see that this girl was indeed who she claimed to be.

But as she watched Natasha bring Y/N in a tight hug, Maria couldn't stop asking herself about what would happen next.

What will they do with this newfound information?

How will they be able to open their hearts to the girl who is their daughter but at the same time isn't?

How do you love a child you never had?

[feminis-tastic]

A post came up about LGBTQ+ books being banned in school libraries the UK. I am not in favour of banning books, but I am in favour of age appropriate books. There are plenty of harmless child/ young people LGBT books getting banned too. So I was curious and wanted to look. It was paywalled, however a commenter typed part of it out. Apparently one of the books being removed is ‘This Book is Gay’ by Juno Dawson. I’ve never heard of this book so I look it up and — why is this being advertised to young people? It is specifically targeted towards young people.

On its Wikipedia page it goes through the plot of each chapter. I suggest reading it yourself but here’s some examples:

- [chapter 2] this chapter outlines basic queer identities and gives definitions for each one.

- [chapter 4] … then it goes on to talk about different labels within the queer community (bear, twink, butch, etc)

-[chapter 8] …talks about concepts like gaydar, safe spaces…. …Different places or ways to meet people, including gridnr and other dating apps

-[chapter 10] discussion of relationship commitments, both monogamous and polyamorous.

This came out in 2014, has ample use of the word queer and queerphobic. There’s a chapter on gay sex which could possibly be quite educational — if written well and given at an appropriate age. (I also have a problem with ‘gay’ being used as an umbrella term)

My issue is how are these books being used in schools? Are they monitoring the ages of the students to make sure they’re reading age appropriate things?

It’s very hard to be critical of gender books because you’ll usually be accused of wanting to ban them all and you must be transphobic. When no, the problem is the books are often full of stereotypes, normalise self hatred and generally advertised to a much younger audience than they should be. That’s not to say there aren’t good books about gender, but the way gender is promoted as ‘age inclusive’ (see drag queens, literal sexual caricatures of women reading to children (which is another problem on its own)) means you’re questioned when being concerned about what children are being exposed to.

There’s so much to this and I feel you can’t say anything without being labelled as some kind of phobic. And it’s wild because I feel like I’m overreacting when I’m just concerned. And to reiterate, I do not agree with banning books. That’s dangerous territory.

Sorry if this is all over the place.

Oof yeah that is difficult. If that book is being taught I also hope that not all the chapters are taught to children of all ages. We can only hope that the parents teach them different perspectives as well as the lessons from the book and that they are not taught to hate their bodies

[droctaviolovecraft]

ANM-047: Inbred Warrior

http://mothrainstitution.wikidot.com/anm-047

"Glory to the monarchy!"

Subject Classification: M-02-047

Damage Type: Physiker 🔴

Danger Level: LETHAL ⚫️

Anomaly Type: Literary

Discovery Classification: Trauma (02)

Department: MOTHRA Institution Library

Lead Researcher: Dr. Octavio Lovecraft (03)

Identification: Consanguineous Warrior

Containment: ANM-047 must be kept confined in a standard humanoid containment cell, measuring 9m by 2m and 4m in height. The containment walls should be made of ANM-035, approximately 40cm thick, while the door should be titanium, accessible only with a level 4 access card. The environment should have a medieval decoration, including a large bookshelf with various historical books, stories, and tales, mainly medieval or books involving the imperial family of the Habsburg¹ dynasty.

No one without some relationship to the European noble family or without Spanish nationality should come into contact with 047, or even enter its containment. Interviews and experiments should be conducted by those who have the same lineage unless the purpose of such an experiment is different, in which case, test subjects (prisoners) should be used.

The anomaly's containment is located in the MOTHRA Institution Library. Under the care of Dr. Octavio Howard Phillips "Lovecraft." The containment in this case remains completely isolated from other anomalies, in an underground area below the library.

Description: ANM-047 is a male individual, originally measuring 2.26m in height and weighing approximately 385kg. The subject appears to be of Spanish nationality, although his body is severely deformed and exhibits clear genetic mutations and conditions, as follows:

• Exaggerated mandibular prognathism², with the lower jaw being prominent and bulbous, likely due to other combined conditions.

• Combined acromegaly and gigantism, the subject's body is dense, while his height is abnormal for individuals of his type³.

• Very wide and bulbous nose.

• The individual has a total of 168 (one hundred and sixty-eight) teeth⁴ inside his mouth, with about 2 (two) rows of teeth, both above and below, with the front row having grown over the original teeth, apparently never having brushed them, as they are also considerably worn, blood-stained, and with small human remains stuck to them.

• Kyphosis.

• Cranial elephantiasis⁵.

• Photophobia, his eyes are sensitive to light⁶.

• Sharp vision adapted to darkness.

• Larger muscles⁷ and rib cage, although the musculature of 047 is not noticeable, giving the impression that his arms are just fat.

• Two human hearts⁸.

• Superhuman resistance and strength⁹.

• Swollen and deformed feet.

• Addiction to consuming human flesh and blood, ANM-047 shows a preference for babies and virgin women.

• Technophobia. ANM-047 seems to be more accustomed to medieval environments/scenarios.

• Very thick neck and prominent brow bones due to acromegaly.

• Presence of a supernatural amount of blisters and randomly swollen areas throughout the individual's body, mainly around his neck, which is dominated by a numerous amount of blisters and cancerous tumors.

• Albinism.

• Mental instability, panic attacks linked to post-traumatic disorder.

• Universal alopecia.

• Cleft lip.

• Gardner syndrome, the individual also has teeth on the roof of his mouth.

• Arachnodactyly and polydactyly, while his right hand has 8 (eight) fingers, the left hand has 10 (ten)¹⁰.

• Dolicostenomelia in both arms¹¹, the legs have a "normal" size for the entity.

• Facial and cranial asymmetry.

Blood tests indicated that ANM-047 is highly consanguineous, certainly having an origin of extreme endogamy and incest, his coefficient of consanguinity then exceeding 1,959 coi, with the highest being recorded as 0.353 coi¹². The individual constantly complains of pain, and due to his conditions, he also has difficulty speaking, always speaking muffled and as if he were straining to speak, maintaining a strong Spanish accent and a hoarse and thick voice, the individual is also capable of speaking French, medieval English, Portuguese from Portugal, and German. The subject tends to speak as in the Middle Ages, maintaining the posture and behavior of a guard, and indeed, ANM-047 also wears heavy metal armor over a simple set of clothes, the armor ends up making him 2.48m tall, besides making him weigh 45kg more, the individual also carries a large sword¹³, whose handle is dark and the blade appears to be silver, the sword is still considerably sharp, even with so much rust, with its blade measuring 180cm. ANM-047 jokes about a possible tetanus that can cause in the "enemies of the empire".

ANM-047's neck has become dominated by an unknown number of cancerous tumors that seem to have developed over time, reaching a very dense number and shape, making it almost impossible to x-ray such a region of his body because of it. If strong attacks hit the tumors, they are capable of exploding, spreading a yellowish and sticky liquid in the area, depending on the size of the tumor, reaching an even larger area. The liquid is highly toxic and radioactive, capable of causing deformities and various types of different cancers over time, including above 100% death rate. The tumors tend to regenerate and grow over time, apparently also keeping the anomaly "healthy", in a way.

Note: Tests and in-depth research indicate that ANM-047 would be the son of Maria Antonia of Austria, whose father remains unknown.

ANM-047 is friendly to Spaniards and descendants of the Habsburg dynasty, even after years of the end of the Habsburg dynasty, 047 is able to identify who has, or does not have, any European noble lineage or blood, 047 will protect these people with his life, as well as obey their orders. Conversely, ANM-047 tends to cut off the heads of non-Habsburgs using his sword, or impales the victims, then he will feed on the victim's body, consuming even bones, it is observed that in a few hours 047 has completely consumed the entire corpse, leaving only bloodstains.

ANM-047 has requested:

- 15 (fifteen) prostitutes. (Under consideration)

- 30 (thirty) newborn babies. (Under consideration)

- Flag of the royal house of Habsburg. (Allowed)

- Flag of the Brazilian Empire. (Allowed)

- A coat of arms of the Habsburgs. (Allowed)

- A photograph of ANM-047 dressed in a Spanish military uniform. (Under consideration)

- Portrait of Maria Antonia of Austria. (Allowed)

- Medieval torture instruments, including sexual torture instruments. (Denied)

- Permission to have an orgy. (Denied)

- Permission to return to service in the Spanish imperial army. (Denied)

- Permission to take care of the children and babies of other employees. (Denied)

- Exotic animals, including a lion. (Denied)

- 10L of wine. (Under consideration)

- Receive visits from female employees or test subjects. (After ANM-047 attempted ████████ a female prisoner. Denied)

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Researcher's Footnotes:

1: The books, among other things in the anomaly's room, such as a record player, keep the entity calmer, and perhaps the only modern object that the entity does not fear.

2: Mandibular prognathism was common among members of the Habsburg family, and one of the most noticeable characteristics of 047, besides his tumors.

3: The creature's weight is likely due to various deformities, such as swollen areas and blisters around the neck, in addition to the subject being definitely overweight.

4: The creature's teeth seem to be "pushed back," his mouth full of teeth also seems to help him easily devour human parts.

5: ANM-047's skull seems to give him extra protection, even with all the armor.

6: 047's irises are blue and bright.

7: The warrior's muscles appear to be atrophied and, at the same time, powerful.

8: X-rays identified that ANM-047 has 2 (two) human hearts instead of one, both seem to function perfectly.

9: ANM-047 does not feel pain, probably also having CIPA, while the individual is very strong, being able to break metal bars with bare hands.

10: Extra fingers are functional.

11: The subject's arms reach knee height.

12: The highest coefficient of consanguinity was from the granddaughter of Charles II of Spain.

13: His sword appears to have originated around 1666.

This document contains detailed information about a highly dangerous anomaly known as ANM-047. Extreme caution is advised when interacting with or approaching this anomaly.

[beaisdifferent]

Autism and Clothing

From the time I was around 5 years old and discovered that jeans were an option of dresses, I’ve been labeled a tomboy.  20 years later, I haven’t really changed that.

I still wear jeans almost every single day, if I can get away with wearing a tank top I usually will, defaulting to a tee-shirt if not, and I wrap my feet safely in knock-off converse or work boots every day.  It’s just what makes me feel like me.  The way of dressing makes me feel safe and comfortable, and I don’t how who else to put it.  I’ve always had a slightly tomboy leaning, enjoying clothing types that are just a little more masculine leaning.  It has a lot less to do with presentation and how I want to be perceived, and a lot more to be with how these fabrics feel on my body.  I don’t need a “good” reason for the clothes I wear, but it turns out I might have an explanation beyond aesthetic preference.

There has been some discourse around the way that autistic women dress themselves, impossible for there not to be I guess, as people can’t seem to stop themselves from commenting on a woman’s appearance no matter the occasion.  But an idea that I’ve seen thrown around is that autistic women don’t understand fashion.  It follows an unfortunate vein of autistic people “not understanding” things.

For me at least, it’s not that I don’t understand fashion.  I just have certain needs that only certain clothes will meet, and I care more about being comfortable.  When we’re discussing neurodivergent people and their apparent disconnect from the very subjective and inherently fluid realm of acceptable fashion choices, we need to consider things like sensory issues and mobility needs.

I can’t stand it when things constrict my shoulders, so I wear a lot of sleeveless shirts.  I feel insecure and off balance when wearing open toed shoes, so I wear sneakers and boots.  I hate my hair touching my neck and back, so I stack it all up on the top of my head 99% of the time.  I hate not being able to move freely, even if I don’t need to, so I avoid dresses and skirts.  I sometimes feel like I’m losing track of my body in space, so wearing form fitting, compressing clothes helps me keep track of myself.  This means that most days I’m wearing jeans, a tank top, the same black knock off converse, and the same gray jacket with my hair in a bun.  I feel like a cartoon character sometimes.  And when I was a kid, I so badly wanted to be a cartoon character.  To wear the same thing every day, to have my style so neatly nailed down, and to not have to think about it or worry about how you look every day, because this is your look, hands down.  Sometimes I would get dressed and think “If I was a cartoon character, this would be the outfit.  I could wear this every day.”  I’ve found I’m not the only one, that similar to there being safe foods for those of us with sensory issues, there are also safe clothes.

I worked two different office jobs over the course of about a year and a half, the second of which being the worst workplace environment I’ve ever suffered..  I hated working in an office for so many reasons—staring into a screen all day, talking on the phone all the time, fluorescent lights burning into my brain, no windows making me feel like I was locked in a box, etc.  But one of the very worst things, was the dress code.  Business casual, I discovered, was way more business than it was casual.  Every day, I squeezed into slacks, dress pants, skirts, dresses blazers, flats, heeled boots, everything that grated against my body.  Just thinking about it now is making me uncomfortable.  I felt like I was playing a character every day, masking through 8 hours sitting at a desk, and dressed up in a costume I hated.  I was miserable.  I checked out and became a preschool teacher, where the dress code was a tee shirt with the school’s logo, and whatever black pants you wanted.  It was so much better, for so many reasons, but the clothing change was a big motivator in getting me to move jobs.

With autism, clothing is more complicated than what looks good, it has to feel­ good, in a number of ways that are going to vary from person to person.  I need clothes that are accommodating to my sensory issues and my need for movement, clothes that are familiar while also letting me feel like the adult that I am.  It feels sometimes like there is so much judgment in the realm of women’s fashion, and pressure to conform to standards that are ever changing and seemingly arbitrary.  It’s a lot to keep up with, and lends itself to the anxieties I already have to manage around socializing.

It really does matter.  If you have sensory issues, if you’re autistic/ADHD like me, I get it.  You’re not being picky or childish, you’re not cringey, you’re just doing what you need for your body and mind the best you can.  I hope you’re wearing something you like today.

[ullwinner]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Wanted to get a more genderfluid hair cut. 

When I want short, I can put up my hair in a man bun/high bun and when I want long, I just let my hair, a long bit left over the undercut, out.

The stylist asked if she could make an inbaked braid, And I have never had one so I said yeah.

0 notes • Posted 2021-06-08 09:46:47 GMT

#4

A ask About my agenderness

Hey, could you tell me a bit about your experience as agender? For example how you figured out you're agender, what's your relationship with gender, what pronouns do you use, struggles, representation etc.

Thanks! 

Sincerely, A slightly gender confused child

 Ok, so, I lost your ask, SO I am tagging you. @official-virtual-hug-dealer

I am not the standard when it comes to gender or agender and this post is long so i’ll try doing a read more

Very different childhood, not bad, just different from most.

My mother was raised with different “Fancy” “high class” standards, Make-up mostly no (She learned only about old types of make-up that was not great for the body), natural beauty, pretty nails not need, Shaving was not as important to her to talk about to me as I mostly wore long armed and long-legged clothing (When I started wearing shorter, then she started), clothing not an issue, etc.

 -

That, plus other stuff, meant that it took a long time to realize that I was different gender-wise, just thought I was different because childhood.

When you think you’re different just because your family is different, then you can dismiss differences between you and others.

If my mom had push me to be more fem, I may have realize sooner, because I would have been uncomfortable on my non-fem days

 how you figured out you're agender:

It started after realizing that people feel gender.

I started thinking, what am I?

Big epiphany a day when the towel over my body laid in a way that made it look like a male part. My brain went: that’s a penis you have and I felt not bad no matter how long I looked or thought about it.

Just a few days earlier I had looked at my foot imaging it being like a chimpanzee, spreading it out and moving the toes, and after a minute, it felt so wrong that I had to look away.

I started recording when I felt a type of way about gender. When I felt masc, fem, and when I felt nothing.

I used to correct people about gender but after I thought about it, I realized that I am fine with any, I only corrected because I was taught that female was right and male was not me. I also wanted to show a different type of women.

It took years to find agender and many more to accept it. (This is first year as out to anyone).

 -

what's your relationship with gender: Gender? I hardly know her! But for real, I can see gender mostly when it comes to others.

One day, I put up my hair. My brain went: A girl. I paused, put my hair in a different way, and my brain went: a man.

I let my hair down and asked my brain, what now, And it was silent.

 -

what pronouns do you use: All except English It/itself, but haven’t had the chance to test any except hon(Swedish she) which I don’t always like and I think I like Hen (a Swedish gender neutral)

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struggles:

1. Imposter syndrome, which my genderfluidity is not helping. (When I write “Hon”, I felt bad as today is apparently not a girl day, but 2 days ago I was a girl and thought I was fake, being not cis), 

2. accepting that I am part of the trans and nonbinary umbrella (After thinking that I “was not a part of that” for so long, it’s hard to stop),

3. getting others to understand, accepting, and not feel pity because I don’t feel gender. It’s hard to explain to some who need to understand to really accept.

You don’t have to do that but I really really wanted this person to understand. So.

Representation: I am still trying to involve myself in agender things so I don’t know much but, as far as I can tell, we don’t have much.

Most you may find on sites are not human (Robots, aliens, monsters etc) but are around humans.

It’s, in those cases, not the character finding agender and making themselves id as agender, the maker just didn’t give them an id or the media uses agender for things that don’t have a sex and/or as a form of dehumanizing/ seeing or showing the character as not human.

Some reclaiming probably does happen with those characters.

 -

My Tips if you are wondering about your gender is:

1.    read about all sorts of gender, (Even “silly” ones).

2.    find a label that you like, Labels are meant to make you happy

3.    Remember presentation is not gender, pronouns don’t automatically mean any one gender.

4.    If how you feel about your gender changes, that’s ok, no matter how many times it does.

5.    Try looking at stuff beyond gender eyes (binding, tucking, make-up, sport) What makes you happy, what makes you comfortable etc. Do them, even if you aren’t a part of those who do that. If it makes you feel good(And doesn’t hurt anyone, Including you!), then it’s not bad.

10 notes • Posted 2021-05-25 14:45:00 GMT

#3

Agender Pride (A part of a longer post)

Agender Pride

When I was young, I didn’t understand trans people. I didn’t know that others carried baskets of gender, that they could look in their baskets and see their gender. I thought that everyone felt like me: “you don’t Feel like a gender, you just are”.

But as I grew older, I met trans people, and saw on Tumblr, how they talked about feeling their gender, how even cis people feel their gender. I wasn’t the norm, everyone else felt gender.

I was Alone.

-

And then I found the term Agender and I wasn’t alone anymore.

-

I don’t feel the same as all of you. I don’t (right now, it may change) feel gender dysphoria or euphoria, And I am sure that some of you don’t feel with my description of Agender. It’s an umbrella term after all and its definition even as a non-umbrella term is meant to include us all.

-

But I wanted to share this, on this Agender day, to show one of the many ways you can feel as Agender.

11 notes • Posted 2021-05-19 09:47:04 GMT

#2

What my gender feels like for me and why I use Agender.

Explanation of gender and My gender.

Imagine that everyone has a basket full of stuff. That stuff is their gender. The gender binary is apples and oranges.

In order to know what gender you are, you have to pick up and look at what you are carrying.

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Trans people carry their actually gender in their basket but wear the clothes of their AGAB.

Some people have grapefruit and say: Well, it isn’t an apple, so it must be an orange.” It kind of looks like an orange, but something feels off when they call it an orange.

Some have bananas and quickly feel like something’s up. It’s not an apple or an orange, but unless they learn about other things, they will only think that there is something weird with them.

Genderfluid people carry multiple things so when they look every day, what they pick up out of their basket can be different.

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People carry their baskets differently as well. Some carry on their back, not really seeing their gender until they turn to look, some on their front where their gender is always in the periphery, and the smallest movement can bring attention to their gender.

But no matter how you carry, you can do sudden moves that bring forth the gender. the movements are also different for differnet people, but like all of the above, have some taught aspects.

Other people can ask or say something that reminds you of your gender as well.

Things Like: “Apples left, oranges right”, “oranges are so weird”, “If you are not an orange, then you are an apple”

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Most of the time, I don’t carry a basket. My parents may have dress me to signal that I’m an apple carrier, and people look at me and think I have apples, but I don’t most of the time.

On rare days I do carry a basket and most of those days it’s apples, but some days it is not.

But because of those few days with apples, I have internalized saying I have apples, even when I don’t, and it took a longer time for me to realize and accept that I mostly don’t.

People ask: “What are you carrying?”, and I say Apples, because that’s what others have taught me

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All ideas of "What color are the things you are carrying?", "Maybe you are carrying oranges!" "You just check what you're carrying!" etc, are confusing. I carry nothing.

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I have had a hard time describing why I don’t identify with gendervoid. For me, being gendervoid is carrying an empty basket/ a basket with a blackhole.  You can see or feel void. I don’t carry a basket, so I don’t feel the void.

Agender Pride

When I was young, I didn’t understand trans people. I didn’t know that others carried baskets of gender, that they could look in their baskets and see their gender. I thought that everyone felt like me: “you don’t Feel like a gender, you just are”.

But as I grew older, I met trans people, and saw on Tumblr, how they talked about feeling their gender, how even cis people feel their gender. I wasn’t the norm, everyone else felt gender.

I was Alone.

-

And then I found the term Agender and I wasn’t alone anymore.

-

I don’t feel the same as all of you. I don’t (right now, it may change) feel gender dysphoria or euphoria, And I am sure that some of you don’t feel with my description of Agender. It’s an umbrella term after all and its definition even as a non-umbrella term is meant to include us all.

-

But I wanted to share this, on this Agender day, to show one of the many ways you can feel as Agender.

12 notes • Posted 2021-05-19 09:45:46 GMT

#1

Explaintion of gender and My gender.(Agenderfluid) (Part of a longer post)

Imagine that everyone has a basket full of stuff. That stuff is their gender. The gender binary is apples and oranges.

In order to know what gender you are, you have to pick up and look at what you are carrying.

Trans people carry their actually gender in their basket but wear the clothes of their AGAB.

Some people have grapefruit and say: Well, it isn’t an apple, so it must be an orange.” It kind of looks like an orange, but something feels off when they call it an orange.

Some have bananas and quickly feel like something’s up. It’s not an apple or an orange, but unless they learn about other things, they will only think that there is something weird with them.

Genderfluid people carry multiple things so when they look every day, what they pick up out of their basket can be different.

-

People carry their baskets differently as well. Some carry on their back, not really seeing their gender until they turn to look, some on their front where their gender is always in the periphery, and the smallest movement can bring attention to their gender.

But no matter how you carry, you can do sudden moves that bring forth the gender. the movements are also different for differnet people, but like all of the above, have some taught aspects.

Other people can ask or say something that reminds you of your gender as well.

Things Like: “Apples left, oranges right”, “oranges are so weird”, “If you are not an orange, then you are an apple” 

-

Most of the time, I don’t carry a basket. My parents may have dress me to signal that I’m an apple carrier, and people look at me and think I have apples, but I don’t most of the time.

On rare days I do carry a basket and most of those days it’s apples, but some days it is not.

But because of those few days with apples, I have internalized saying I have apples, even when I don’t, and it took a longer time for me to realize and accept that I mostly don’t.

People ask: “What are you carrying?”, and I say Apples, because that’s what others have taught me

-

All ideas of "What color are the things you are carrying?", "Maybe you are carrying oranges!" "You just check what you're carrying!" etc, are confusing. I carry nothing.

I have had a hard time describing why I don’t identify with gendervoid. For me, being gendervoid is carrying an empty basket/ a basket with a blackhole.  You can see or feel void. I don’t carry a basket, so I don’t feel the void.

26 notes • Posted 2021-05-19 09:47:08 GMT

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[chaotic-kitty]

So because I enjoy my own suffering apparently, I’ve decided to see how many characters nix hydra as a whole has come up with from both fictif & the arcana (it obviously is an approximation, I tried to find every main character/side character I could. Though I’m definitely sure I missed a few)

Fictif + The Arcana Total Characters:

Female- 50 Male- 53 Non-binary- 8

And of those characters these are the Love Interests:

Female- 10 Male- 20 Non-binary- 3

Technically, there is 12 female love interests (Nahara & Adra) BUT!! Nahara you could only romance in one story & Adra you couldn’t actually romance at all.

(Edit: that’s also not including the major arcana characters)

And going through the character designs & profiles for these characters, while it seems diverse, it also feels like they stick heavily to stereotypes.

For one, all of their characters seems to be weirdly tall. Out of the females the shortest are Volta & Portia, with Portia standing at roughly 5’0 (Volta I’m not quite sure, but I’d say even shorter than that) the majority of the other women are 5’7 and taller. And I know that that isn’t that tall but still. Then the male characters, Felix from what I can find is the shortest standing at 5’6 and Muriel is the tallest at 6’10, all of the other men fall at roughly around the 6’0 mark. And our lovely enby characters fall more on the taller side from what I can find.

As for body types, there isn’t much diversity there either, especially for the LIs. Most of the woman are thinner, with a more hourglass shape and average-bigger breasts. The men are pretty much tall, buff/muscular and really chiseled in their appearances. The non-binary characters seems a little more relaxed to a degree in their physical appearances and seems to be covered up a lot compared to the other characters. (Though they tend to follow the stereotype bodies as well. Like the amab characters having more “masculine features” ect.)

While the characters have a wide range of skin tones,ethnicities, ect. I’ve seen people talk about how a lot of poc characters have features that they wouldn’t necessarily have (e.g. eye colour) and how that they don’t necessarily properly represent POC individuals and going through all of the characters…..all of these characters all seem to be very similar in appearance as well.

So with all of this in mind, it really makes me further doubt nix hydra when it comes to their arguments about being inclusive/diverse and a being all for lgbt+ and women empowerment ect. The way I see it, they use those arguments as nothing but an advertising tool to lure in players who are being promised proper representation, just to constantly let those same people down. How are we as a fandom supposed to believe and support them when they constantly queer-bait and give false representation? What makes it worse though, is that nix hydra is a company run by women and they should know better than anyone what it’s like to grow up with no good representation, what it feels like to constantly have characters that are the stereotype and nothing close to the real thing. And then going as far as to blame us for not showing enough interest? We do show interest! Everyday on Tumblr, Instagram I see people expressing their love for these beautiful female and non-binary characters saying how much they would love stories with them. The beautiful artwork and stories they make for them (…coz you won’t). If you actually took a minute to look past what you want to see, you would find a community full of beautiful people wanting these stories & characters.

Nix Hydra ( @fictifgames) ,you had a great opportunity to break the mould and to be a company/storyteller to give actual proper representation. But time after time you have failed in that. I get that making these stories takes time and effort and I applaud every single writer/artist/developer ect for their work but come on! You need to stop targeting the lgbt community, women & poc individuals if you’re only gonna use us. We are not a marketing tool for you to exploit!! Especially as so many of your fans are younger people who are figuring out their identity, what kind of message are you sending them? And covering all this up with posts about women empowerment and whatnot isn’t gonna change anything. You guys need to learn that it’s okay to try different things! Make smaller characters! Make bigger & curvy characters! Make male characters with realistic body types! Make wlw stories! Give us the representation we deserve and you’ve been promising! It’s really not that hard. I’m sure there are plenty of good people who can give you pointers if you’re struggling to write certain characters properly. Stop buying into outdated stereotypes and concepts! Stop writing women the way we’ve wanted people to stop writing us for decades! You may think it’s nothing but it is harmful especially when we still live in a world we’re we don’t get proper, realistic characters.

Edit: And furthermore, while it’s upsetting not getting proper lgbt, women & poc representation, you’re not necessarily giving your male audience much representation either. You’re writing your male characters through your own fantasies and ideals and what society as a whole has deemed to be the male standard by making them buff and tall and “classically handsome”. That’s not proper representation either.

But anyways, rant over! Sorry for any mistakes ect.

[recklessmark]

PLEASE PLEASE WRITE A CHEATING ANGST WHERE MARK IS BEING SUCH A JERK ABT IT EVEN THO Y/N CATCHES HIM CHEATING ON HER AND ALSO MAKE THE PERSON MARK IS CHEATING WITH MEAN TOO, those stories are really the best kind of angst - anon ❤️

words count: 1.2k

warnings: angst, cheating

a/n: i have no mood for angst now i’m so sorry. this is not very miserable at all since i refused to let y/n cry pathetically in front of douchebag mark 😡 but hopefully you’ll like it.

you take a sip of your chardonnay, the other hand is still busy scrolling on your phone. your face puts on the best do-not-talk-to-me look while your fingers typing on the screen with a fast speed.

y/n: where are yo-

no, you delete the sentence.

y/n: can you pick me up after work?

delivered.

your fingers idly tap on the bar counter, flashing the bartender an encouraging smile as if you’re not currently having murder on your mind. after about less than 5 minutes, your phone buzzes on the marble surface and you take it in your hands again.

mark: i’m having meeting, i’ll probably stay over at my office either.

your lips curl into a crooked smile. executioner style.

y/n: you better sleep with one eye open tonight.

y/n:

you bite your bottom lip, trying to keep your composure and delete the yet-to-be-sent message. all you’re seeing is red now. mark lee, your lovely boyfriend has the audacity to tell you he’s having a meeting. a two people meeting, one man one woman, in a hotel. little does the two-timing, cheap-lying wannabe know that you’re sitting at the bar of the hotel he takes his side chick in. and you have to clarify that either you and your friends have caught him hang out with other women multiple times but you, a faithful girlfriend, brainlessly believe in him and maybe he will change. the only thing has changed ever since is his loyalty to you, wondrously decreases.

you leave a tip under your glass and jump of the stool. you turn at the corner, walking inside the hotel building. unfortunate for mark is that you have some work here, otherwise you couldn’t catch the sight he wrapped his arm around a girl and walked into the hotel. but work can be done later.

“good evening, how can i help you?” the receptionist greets you politely and you give her a smile. “y/f/n y/l/n, i have a business meeting with mr grey.”

the woman nods and types something on the laptop while you rake your eyes around the building. “floor 8, room 805, ms y/l/n.”

you smile in acknowledgment and turn around to walk away. “oh,” you put on a fake gape and glare back and the receptionist, “may i ask where’s mr lee’s room, i have to take something from him. mark lee please.”

she looks confused but obliges your command anyway. “floor 8, room 802.” you give her a “thank you” and stroll toward the elevator. god must be unpleasant with mark so that his room is on the same floor with yours. you take your phone out and decide to reply the previous message of him.

y/n: i have a meeting at imperial building either, we can go home together.

delivered.

adrenaline and rage rushing inside your veins as the monitor screen displays the red number 8. you take your steps slowly, the sound of your heels clicking against the floor reverberates around the empty floor.

801-805

seeing the gold banner on the wall, you turn at the corner. your head dizzy as you think about what’s happening inside the 802 room. standing in front of the wide wooden door, you decisively press your finger on the doorbell. just once and patiently wait for someone to open the door. although every room is soundproof but you can hear a small voice from the inside after about two minutes, you’re not complaining though, you have big heart for patience.

a ‘genuine’ smile plasters on your face as the door flings opened, revealing a woman- your coworker surprisingly and she only has a towel wrapped around her body. “hi,” you say and walk inside before she could process anything that’s going on. “where’s mark? mark lee.” you ask and opposite of your nonchalance, she makes a quite smart decision to throw a tantrum.

“what the hell y/n?! if you know he doesn’t even like you anymore why are you here? he will never go home so don’t cry and beg for it!”

“where’s ma-“ you calmly repeat yourself and suddenly you see your boyfriend gets out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his hips either. his toned chest and abs look nice but they’ll be better if there’s some bullets shot through. “oh mister executioner, i was wondering where you are.”

mark gapes as he sees you, apparently hasn’t read your new message. he heard haven - his side chick was yelling and he was curious what she’s so frantic about. and now he understands.

you sit down at the cafe table and cross your legs. “you may speak now.” you flash him a reluctant smile.

“speak what? he has nothing to explain-“

“look,” mark cuts haven off and starts his meaningless explanation, “i don’t love you anymore, you’re always busy and your spare time is for work either!”

“my spare time is for work?!” you exclaim, “you are the one who fucking cancel all our dates and hangs out with your side chicks! you think i’m stupid that i’m totally clueless about what you do behind my back?” your voice is shaky yet you try to keep it as steady as possible. you’re not going to cry in front of him and his bitch.

“you call who’s a side chick?” haven yells, pointing her finger at you and you dart your eyes at her, “i’m not talking to you, don’t let me lose the tiny respect i’m still having for you. we’re both women and we work together, i don’t want to be rude.”

“you’re fucking fake as hell-“

“shut up,” mark shouts, making the woman shut her mouth and then turns back to you. “don’t act like you’re not flirting with other men at work, you’re a whore!” he says loudly and you’re practically speechless.

mark calls you a whore.

“since when i flirt with men?” you ask in a calm, quiet tone. you have completely no idea what he’s talking about because you’re certain that you only keep a professional and friendly relationship with any man you know except of mark.

“haven sent me a lot of photos of you and other guys,” he remarks and now you understand, your eyes give your shameless coworker a death stare as she’s avoiding your gaze. “who has the interest in this affair first?”

“me,” mark responds. now he knows how to he honest. “i like her first.”

you let out a chuckle unexpectedly, “so you like hannah, sophia, iris and my best friend as well?” it’s unbelievable that you still have faith in this man even though he hit on your best friend once and she’s already warned you about it.

as mark can’t say anything to defend himself, you stand up, “i’ll pack up your things and send it to your address. don’t ever walk into my place again.” you give him the last peck on his thin lips and walk away but not before giving your coworker a reminder.

“you’ve heard what i said, i hope you’re not the one who chooses to be stupid now.”

slamming the door close, you let out a heavy breath, feeling you’re about to stumble on your weak knees. you love mark so much that it blinds you, no matter how many times you saw him with other women, you still pretended to be clueless. you keep him beside you since you think that he will change but it’s just your one-way deduction which unfortunately could not be true. you hold back the tears in your watering eyes, you will cry when you’re home, not before you get your work done.

[chernobog13]

HAPPY STAR TREK DAY!

(although if you live in Canada, “Star Trek” day was two days ago, because the show was broadcast there first)

Today marks the 55th anniversary of the Star Trek franchise.  Premiering on the NBC network at 8:30 pm, the country encountered most of the crew of the USS Enterprise for the first time in the episode The Man Trap.

Although it was the first episode broadcast, The Man Trap was actually the sixth episode produces.  However, it was a good choice as a premier because it  included most of the main cast as well as many of the elements that would become staples of the series.

First and foremost being the USS Enterprise, a ship unlike any other ever seen.

Ah, the old NCC-1701!  She is a thing of beauty!

The episode, of course, opens with the familiar voice over “Captain’s log,” which was a wonderful storytelling device for setting the narrative.  But even though we hear Captain Kirk’s voice first (although we don’t know his name yet), Spock is the first major character we see.  The log entry informs us that Spock has been left in charge onboard the Enterprise.

We also get our first glimpse of Lt. Uhura, seated at the navigator’s station.  It won’t be until a little later that we learn that she is the communications officer for the ship.  But this quick scene establishes that the Enterprise’s crew is very diverse (an alien and a Black female both on the bridge), which raised more than a few eyebrows back in 1966.

Next we get our first view of the transporter effect.  There is no explanation given as to what is happening, other than Kirk’s voiceover stating that he and Dr. McCoy are “beaming down” to the planet’s surface.  Star Trek, especially in the early days, decided the audience would be able to figure out what was happening.

Then we get out first look at Captain James Kirk and Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy.  The scene immediately establishes the friendship between the two, with Kirk’s gentle teasing of his ship’s doctor.  Also note, this is the shortest you’ll see Kirk’s hair in the entire series.  He’s got a proper military cut here; by the end of the third season he almost looks like a hippie.

There’s also a great bit later on, when Kirk and McCoy are speaking to each other on the ship via viewscreen.  McCoy tells Kirk he’s having trouble sleeping.  Kirk’s reply: “Try taking one of those red pills you gave me last week.  You’ll sleep!”

Throughout the episode we’ve seen Kirk as the tough, no-nonsense, by-the-book captain who commands the respect of the people he leads.  But these bits with McCoy show his humorous, human side that makes him a great character.  I truly miss first season Kirk, especially the first part of the season, because that’s my favorite version of him. 

Peppered throughout the episode are shots establishing many of the other characters  who will become regulars on the series.    Here we have Yeoman Janice Rand, who we learn is the captain’s yeoman and quite popular among the male crew members.

Unfortunately, Yeoman Rand only appeared in eight episodes spread across the first half of the season.  

Rand delivers the tray of food at the botany lab, where we meet Sulu for the first time.

Since this is the first time the audience see Lieutenant Sulu, it would be understandable if it was assumed that he was just a botanist.  Actually, Sulu had a few different positions in the first season (he was a physicist in the second pilot Where No man Has Gone Before, which would be broadcast 2 weeks after The Man Trap).

Surprisingly, Lieutenant Uhura seemed to get the most screen time of all the secondary characters. (not that I’m complaining; Nichelle Nichols is absolutely gorgeous!).  Earlier on the bridge she was flirting with Spock (with Spock subtly tugging on his shirt collar, indicating his discomfort), and then chastising him for his apparent lack of concern when he learned that a member of the landing party is dead.  Here she is being the queen that she is, teaching two other crew members proper turbolift etiquette: you let the person in the lift get out before you get in (same goes for elevators, just in case you didn’t know).

Two other recurring characters, Chief Engineer Montgomery “Scotty” Scott and Nurse Christine Chapel, are the only two not seen in this episode.  Scotty’s voice, though is heard on the communicator responding to Kirk from the transporter room. As for Nurse Chapel, she was not introduced until The Naked Time, which was the next episode (#7) produced, but the fourth to air.

One thing which I didn’t notice until I rewatched this episode just now (or maybe I did notice, but just forgot) is that Kirk is carrying a phaser almost the whole show, even while on the bridge.

Sharp-eyed viewers may also spot various crew members in older uniforms, like those worn in the two pilots, The Cage and Where No Man Has Gone Before.

Some people may call these continuity errors, or chalk it up to the wardrobe department recycling costumes for the extras.  But anyone who’s been in the military knows there’s always a transition period when new uniforms are introduced.  For example, my Basic Training class was the absolute last in the Army to be issued the old olive drab green fatigues.  The next class was issued the new woodland camouflage BDUs that became the standard for the next ten years.  I was given six months to purchase a full set of BDUs (you read that right: I had to buy them with my own money).  However, unless BDUs were specifically designated as the uniform of the day I was able to wear the o.d.green fatigues for another two years until they were phased out completely. I imagine these crew members are in a similar situation.

A few more Star Trek “firsts” from The Man Trap:

Kirk (or any crew member) using the communicator.  Kirk is on his communicator a lot this episode.

The Enterprise on red alert.

A gun - or, more correctly, phaser - battle.  Here we see Professor Crater armed with an “old style” phaser, but really just them same type that was used in the two pilots.

The very first phaser shot, as Professor Crater snipes at Kirk and Spock.

Kirk firing his phaser.  Don’t worry, it’s set on “stun.”

Professor Crater getting struck by phaser fire.  Don’t worry, it was set on “stun.”  He’s going to talk like he’s drunk for the next few minutes.

Kirk and Spock planetside, establishing that the two highest ranking officers will beam down alone to handle a dangerous situation.  It’s not like they have an entire Security Department on board the ship.

The very first meeting in the Briefing Room.

The crew at various stations on the bridge, although Uhura and Sulu are not at their usual posts, which just shows that this crew is highly competent and can handle multiple duties.  Oh, and two of them happen to be women, and tow are people of color.

Sulu chiming in on the meeting via viewscreen.

And then, because it was a science fiction television show in the 1960s, the network insisted there be a monster.  So we got the salt vampire, the shape-changing creature that had been killing all sorts of people by sucking the salt out of their bodies.  Not too scary by today’s standards, but I wouldn’t want to run into it in a dark alley.

The first time we get to see Kirk make that face as he screams in pain.

And the first time we see a dead monster/alien on the Enterprise.

The, finally, the what will become familiar denouement with everyone on the bridge as Kirk gives the order for the Enterprise to break orbit and proceed to its next assignment.  Notice that Sulu has finally managed to make it to the helmsman’s station.

Headed off into space for another adventure next week!

1966 was a great year.  It gave us Ultra Q. Ultraman, Ambassador Magma (aka The Space Giants), The New Adventures of Superman animated series, the Slurpee and, of course, Star Trek.

55 years later Star Trek is more popular than ever, with several new television series available, and another feature film in the works.  Here’s hoping for another 55 years of exploring the galaxy!

[weirdnaturalscience]

Well-Known and Obscure Toxins: How They Work

Well this is a morbid subject but HEY it’s almost Halloween baby!! I was super curious about what toxins actually do on a molecular level after reading about cone snails. Obviously toxins can kill you, but how?? I wanted to know the grisly details. This is not an exhaustive list, just some types of poison, venom, and other toxic substances I was curious about, so let’s get to it.

Deadly Nightshade

Where is it found? Atropa belladonna grows in Europe, North Africa and Western Asia.

How it works: speeds up your heart and generally fucks with your nervous system. Deadly nightshade contains tropane alkaloids atropine, hyoscine (scopolamine), and hyoscyamine which disrupt the nervous system’s ability to regulate activities such as heart rate, breathing and sweating. It can cause narcosis, paralysis and heart failure as a result. Yikes. But an antidote exists that can reverse these affects if administered in time.

Toxicity: the entire plant is toxic, with roots having the highest toxicity but berries posing the greatest threat to humans because of their appearance. 10-20 berries can kill an adult, and 2-4 can kill a child. Symptoms of mild poisoning include dilated pupils, sensitivity to light, loss of balance, confusion, hallucinations (wild) and convulsions. Doesn’t sound like a good time.

Do not eat the shiny attractive berries!!! (Cows and rabbits and other animals can eat it but humans, dogs and cats...NOT SO MUCH) You can also get toxins on your skin just by touching the plant but this will not kill you.

Totally fun and not morbid fact: during the Renaissance, belladonna was used by women in small quantities to dilate pupils and give a seductive appearance, and this is how it gets its name belladonna, or beautiful woman. Atropa comes from the Greek Fate Atropos who cuts the threads of mortal lives with her shears. Snip snip!

Hemlock

Where is it found? Conium maculatum grows naturally in Europe and North Africa, and has spread to North and South America, Australia and Western Asia.

How it works: stops your breathing. The flowers contain an alkaloid called coniine, which directly affects the nervous system and causes paralysis of respiratory muscles, leading to death from oxygen deprivation. Hemlock poisoning is treated by artificial ventilation for 48-72 hours until the effects wear off.

Toxicity: about 100 milligrams of coniine is fatal to an adult. That’s about 6-8 hemlock leaves, or a smaller dose of the seeds or root. Animals can also be poisoned and killed by hemlock, but luckily dangerous substances cannot be passed into the human food chain from milk or fowl. Similar to nightshade, you can get a non-lethal amount of the toxin on your skin simply from touching this plant.

Basically you’re only gonna get poisoned by this if someone puts it in your tea, because I assume you’re not gonna just go around just like...chomping on pretty flowers. Right? Right?? ok good.

Arsenic

Where is it found? arsenic is a metalloid that occurs often with sulfurs and metals. It can be present in volcanic ash and groundwater, and as a result can be found in low (acceptable) levels in plants and seafood. Good news: it is rare to find arsenic occurring at dangerous levels in nature.

How it works: in high levels, arsenic disrupts ATP production and causes organ failure due to necrotic cell death. This process can last between 2 hours to multiple days. It can also be fatal in lower doses administered over a period of time, and as such, was a popular murder weapon when it was readily available during the 1800s in England. Symptoms such as vomiting and diarrhea don’t immediately alert someone that there has been an attempted murder unless maybe you’re Sherlock Holmes.

Toxicity: google probably thinks I’m a murderer and won’t tell me just how much arsenic will kill a person. COME ON, google!!! it’s for SCIENCE!

Arsenic is no longer readily available for people to just get in large quantities, so that’s a RELIEF.

Cyanide

Where is it found? cyanide is a chemical compound produced by certain algae, bacteria and fungi. It is also found in plants such as peaches, apples, apricots and bitter almonds. A type of bamboo that grows in Madagascar is so rich in cyanide that it would kill humans, but not the golden bamboo lemur for whom this bamboo is a primary source of food!!! You go girl, eat that cyanide bamboo.

How it works: for everyone who’s not a golden bamboo lemur, cyanide disrupts ATP production, affects the central nervous system and heart, and causes histotoxic hypoxia: the inability of cells to take up oxygen from the bloodstream. Antidotes can work if administered in time for lower doses of cyanide.

Toxicity: 200 milligrams of solid cyanide or a cyanide solution, or exposure to airborne cyanide of 270 parts per million is sufficient to cause death within minutes. Um, YIKES. Really, cyanide was already scary enough as a solid before nature went and made it into a gas that kills upon inhalation. DEEPLY uncool.

Murder mystery writers: slip belladona or arsenic into your literary victim’s tea. Belladonna is sweet, arsenic is tasteless, but cyanide has an acrid and bitter taste.

Fun (well, not fun) fact: if you eat 200 apple seeds (about 40 apple cores) you will receive a fatal dose of cyanide. So like, don’t do that. An apple a day keeps the doctor away and is completely safe, but 40 apples apple cores a day WILL KILL YOU

Vampire Bat Saliva

Where is it found? Vampire bats are found in the Americas.

How it works: a toxic substance called Draculin (I’m serious) in the saliva of vampire bats acts as an anticoagulant by inhibiting an enzyme involved in the coagulation pathway.

Toxicity: vampire bats are indeed venomous and toxic, but they are not at all lethal. It just sorta sucks if you’re being bitten by a vampire bat, but you’ll live. Unless that bat has rabies. Vampire bat saliva also contains an analgesic, meaning the bites are almost completely painless. SO THAT’S SOMETHING

Cobra Venom

“hello do you have a moment to hear about cell death?”

Where is it found? Many species of cobra are found throughout Africa, Southwest and Southeast Asia.

How it works: most cobra venom includes neurotoxins that cause paralysis as well as cytotoxins that cause necrosis and blood coagulation. blood coagulation can happen in minutes.

Toxicity: many types of cobra venom are treatable, but may leave disfigurement from necrosis. If this isn’t scary enough for you, just know that spitting cobras can reach 2.7 m (8.9 ft) in length and like to aim for the eyes.

But you’d still rather be bitten by a cobra than THIS deadly mofo:

Venom of the Inland Taipan

Where is it found? the inland taipan is the most venomous snake in the world and lives, YOU GUESSED IT, in Australia, ie the place where everything is designed to kill you. Evolution decided it can reach 1.8 meters (5.9 feet) with a maximum length of 2.5 meters (8.2 feet), which I think everyone can agree is a dick move on evolution’s part. Take it back, TAKE IT BACK!!!!!

How it works: the venom contains neurotoxins, hemotoxins, and myotoxins AND an enzyme to increase absorption of the venom. Basically it causes paralysis, blood coagulation and muscle damage, because one of these things wasn’t enough apparently. Antivenoms against Australian venomous snakes exist but are least effective against the venom of the inland taipan.

Toxicity: the inland taipan’s venom has a murine LD50 value of 0.025m/kg. This means there is a 50% chance that .025 milligrams per kilogram of weight will cause death. It’s bite contains enough venom to kill at least 100 adult humans. But GOOD NEWS! the inland taipan lives in such remote places that it rarely comes in contact with people. Other slightly less venomous snakes are therefore responsible for more deaths. ....So that’s...still terrifying. just don’t go into the woods in Australia FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

What’s deadlier than the deadliest snake in the world, you ask?

Tetrodotoxin

Where is it found? tetrodotoxin is found in several animals such as pufferfish, moon snails and the small but deadly Australian blue ringed octopus (DAMMIT Australia)

How it works: blocks sodium channels. This prevents normal transmission of signals between the body and brain, causing loss of sensation, paralysis and inability to breathe. Fun!!! Don’t pick up the frickin evil little octopus

Toxicity: more powerful than cyanide, that’s for sure, about a thousand times more powerful in fact. the oral median lethal dose (LD50) for mice as 334 micrograms per kilogram. Fatal pufferfish poisoning result in death in about 17 minutes. The blue-ringed octopus, however, carries enough venom to kill 26 adult humans within just a few minutes. There is no anti-venom.

What’s worse than that, you ask? Ah, you shouldn't have asked.

Conotoxin

Where is it found? Cone snails are found in the Indo-Pacific, the Cape of South Africa, the Mediterranean, and even southern California. Smaller species are not that dangerous. Larger species, however...

How it works: paralysis within minutes. cone snails have multiple harpoons to administer venom to prey (or unsuspecting humans). the harpoons deliver a venom that has HUNDREDS of different types of toxins, each targeting different nerve channels or receptors. Some cone snail venom even includes pain-reducing toxins. These pain reducing toxins can be 100 to 1,000 times more powerful than morphine. How THOUGHTFUL.

Toxicity: vastly more potent than tetrodotoxin. the oral median lethal dose (LD50) for mice is is 10 to 100 micrograms/kilogram. So like, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT LOL

Ricin

Where is it found? Ricin is obtained from the beans of the castor oil plant.

How it works: inhibits protein production and results in organ failure, respiratory failure and circulatory shock.

Toxicity: The median lethal dose (LD50) of ricin is around 22 micrograms per kilogram of body weight. If that sounds bad just wait till you hear about poison dart frogs 😭

VX

Where is it found? Nowhere in nature. VX is synthetic. It is an oily amber colored liquid in its natural form, was first developed as a pesticide and later for chemical warfare. It is considered a weapon of mass destruction and is banned under the Chemical Weapons Convention of 1993.

How it works: causes stimulation and fatigue of muscarinic and nicotinic ACh receptors, resulting in violent contractions followed by paralysis and death by asphyxiation.

Toxicity: 7 micrograms/kilogram. this is one of the most toxic synthetic substances on earth. Humans have got nothing on mother nature though...

Batrachotoxin

(This guy is called phyllobates TERRIBILIS. but is his cute little face terrible? noooo.)

Where is it found? in certain types of beetles, birds and poison dart frogs found in Central and South America.

How it works: similar to conotoxin, batrachotoxin interrupts sodium channels. The resulting migration of Na+ ions causes heart failure and paralysis.

Toxicity: The LD50 is around 2 micrograms per kilogram, meaning that an amount the size of two grains of table salt will kill you, and that this is even worse than a cone snail, Ricin, or VX. Batrachotoxin is one of the deadliest alkaloids known. No antidote exists.

Fun frog fact: this was the poison commonly used by the Embera-Wounaan for poison darts, and that’s where poison dart frogs get their name! How...cute.

Botulinum, most toxic substance in the world

Where is it found? made by the bacteria Clostridium botulinum and related species.

How it works: causes Botulism, which if untreated can result in paralysis and respiratory failure by preventing the release of the neurotransmitter acetylcholine. Botulinum is used in very very very VEEEEEEERY small amounts in Botox, in case you ever needed reasons NOT to do Botox lol.

Toxicity: the lethal dose of 1.3–2.1 nanograms per kilogram in humans. of any toxin natural or synthetic, this is the deadliest known. However!! Actual good news this time: treatments involving antitoxin therapy and intubation are very successful and mortality from Botulism is extremely low. Yay! 

More good news: toxins have been instrumental in medicinal breakthroughs throughout history and continue to be vital to modern medicine. A drug for diabetes was recently synthesized from Gila monster venom: it increases the production of insulin when blood sugar levels are high. A painkiller has been developed for chronic pain patients that is derived from a component of the venom of our friend, you guessed it, the cone snail! These are just two examples of toxins being used in medicine, and a lot of research is still being done because face it: we still don’t know a lot about how our bodies work. Paralyzing agents are extremely important to our understanding of the body and the development of non-opiate non-addictive painkillers because of how they disrupt signals between nerves and the brain.

Long story short: don’t eat nightshade and stay OFF AUSTRALIAN BEACHES and you should be just fine. 

Oh and your tea is getting cold ;)

[petri808]

Oh look at the date! Klance ficlet for @diablosart they know why lol 😏

“What the hell we’re you thinking?!” Keith snapped as he popped his helmet off and chucked it hard at the ground. “Thanks to you were now trapped in a cave in!”

“Look, I’m sorry! I got distracted!” Lance snapped back.

“By what?! We were supposed to be scanning for the jababian dagger. What were you doing, watching your smut videos again?!”

Lance pulled off his helmet with a scoff. “First off, I don’t watch smut videos. Second, even if I did, that’s none of your business. And third, no, I was scanning, just wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

Keith rolled his eyes and spat back with a sarcastic riff. “Well that explains why you knocked both our cats out of the damn air crashing us into this place!”

Using a flashlight, Keith scanned the inside of the cave and noticed a lot of fractures spanning the walls. According to the computer in his Lion, the cave was full of an unstable and weak type of volcanic rock. ‘No wonder it caved in so easily…’ He groaned again. “Just great, if we try to blast our way out, it might collapse the ceiling on us.” Keith walked over to his helmet and picked it up. “I’ll need to do a thorough analysis before attempting to break free. The computers on the ship could do a better job scanning this cave, but they won’t arrive until morning.”

“Are you serious?! We’re stuck in here?!”

“At least for the night, so, stop your bitching since you’re the one who got us into this mess! Why don’t you start a fire while I get to work with the computer.”

“Fine,” Lance stomped away muttering to himself. He was just happy Keith was too irritated and didn’t press him further on what he’d been distracted about.

The pair had been sent ahead of the rest of the Voltron group to look for some kind of special dagger. Lance couldn’t remember what was so important about it, just that it possessed magical properties and they didn’t want it falling into the enemy’s hands. A distress signal was sent out to their ship, so now they just needed to settle in and stay warm until help arrived. He managed to find a cache of old animal bones deeper in the cave to use as fuel for the fire, coupled with some dried leaves and tetrodontyl feathers that must have blown in over the years for kindling. Whether it would last the night was yet to be seen, but it was all he had to work with. Their Lions only held so much in terms of supplies because they weren’t meant to hold long term reserves. But luckily there were emergency blankets and some instant rations they could eat.

Lance never realized just how cold and uninviting a cave could truly be until he became stuck in one. It was creepy with the sounds of bugs scurrying in the darkness, water drops echoing through the silent air, and occasional cracking sounds from any temperature fluctuations. He hated the quiet emptiness because it left open room for his mind to wander and more thoughts to break through as he stared into the flames of their campfire. Lance frowned and brows furrowed, remembering the distraction that led to this debacle. Of course, this was the opposite of what he would have wanted! Their lions sustained damage, and to be stuck, alone, with the reason for his distracted mind was causing his stomach to turn inside out.

Maybe Lance should have pushed Keith harder to drag Pidge or Hunk or Allura along on this trip and not him, anyone but him. He didn’t want to come. Didn’t want to be alone with the man. Hasn’t, for a while now ever since he’d developed different feelings for the guy. ‘How ironic,’ Lance groaned in his head. To go from professional jealousy to romantic pining, he was such a fool. Could anyone blame him? Keith was handsome and smart, but not surprisingly it took someone who could be as hot-headed as himself to catch his eye. Or maybe it was surprising if Lance really thought about it. Girls easily caught his attention, but with Keith it was an attraction that grew through close working confines and of admiration. In essence, he fell for the character of the man and not just for his looks.

“Oi?” Keith snapped his fingers to get Lance’s attention. “The eta is now 8 hours till Shiro and the rest get here.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, okay.” Lance responded in a rather distracted tone that mirrored the monotonous looping thoughts in his head. He felt horrible about causing this disaster in the mission while at the same time kept thinking about Keith…

“That’s all you can say?” Keith questioned his teammate. “Okay?” But when he received no response, he pushed the man’s shoulder hard. “What is going on with you lately Lance? You’ve been distracted a lot and it’s starting to affect your performance.”

“Am I not allowed to have a bad day?” Lance retorted. “Everyone has their bad days, man, it’s not always a crisis.”

Keith sighed. His anger had dissipated but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still annoyed. He thought they were close enough friends that would turn to each other if something was wrong, but apparently he was mistaken. “It’s my job as the leader to worry, so cut the bullshit Lance. I know enough to know something is really bothering you. If you don’t wanna talk about it, fine, but you need to figure it out cause this,” he gestured to their damaged lions, “can’t keep happening.”

“I know, I know,” Lance dropped his head with a long exhale. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to screw up. It’s just— there’s something eating me up and I have no idea what to about it.”

A silence took hold as the two men sat there illuminated by the fire’s light. Keith didn’t want to keep pushing, but he could see the angst on Lances face and it bothered him. In all the years they’ve known each other, there was only one other time he’d ever seen the man so… sad? But it couldn’t be for the same reason, because if Lance had met a new girl he was interested in, Keith was certain he would have heard about it immediately. Lance wasn’t exactly shy about the subject unlike himself. So, what could it be? Keith stared at the fire as he pondered what to say next, but nothing really felt right to say to his friend. This wasn’t exactly a topic he was skilled in with his own little buried secret. For the next couple of hours, they stayed that way, shifting only to stoke the fire or eat some of the rations they had available. It would probably be a great idea to get some rest, but neither made a move to do so. Just… kept staring in awkward silence at a dying fire.

The temperature change in the cavern was slower than it would have been if exposed to the outside air, but nonetheless, by the mid-way mark of their wait the pair could feel it dropping. Blankets were pulled tighter around their bodies in an effort to hold back the cold, and the men had moved closer together to conserve the body heat between them. Maybe it was the exhaustion kicking in, but the limited distance no longer bothered Lance. The hours of silent reflection were also leading him to one conclusion. If he wanted to stop the frustration, coming clean was the best solution. Yet one thing kept holding him back from making the leap— the proverbial aftermath.

Yeah, so telling Keith how he really felt might take the weight off his shoulders, but what would happen after that? What if Keith is disgusted? He’ll not only lose a friend, but how could they continue working together? That would be so uncomfortable! Lance groaned in his head. Would he be willing to give up his role in Voltron? What if Keith ended up leaving instead, causing him to feel guilty about it? Would the others hold it against him? Maybe if they talked it out, they can work out something amicable… ‘Argh!’ Lance screamed in his head as cradled his lowered head. Why did he fall for a teammate!

Keith looked over at the movement and saw Lance’s demeanor. “If you’re tired, why don’t you rest?”

“It’s not that,” Lance mumbled. “I mean I am, but it’s not that.”

“Oh…”

“Have you ever had a crush on someone but didn’t know how to tell them?”

‘So it is over a girl…’ Keith’s brow raised. “Why can’t you tell them?”

“Because, it’s awkward when you’ve known them for so long.”

‘Huh, so maybe it is Allura.’ Keith couldn’t say he was surprised, but it stung just a little. “You should probably just tell them, I mean if it’s eating you up this bad, isn’t it better to just know how they feel too?”

“I don’t know…” Lance sighed. “It’s not like they’ve ever given me a reason to think they’d like me back.”

“Still, once you do know, you can start moving forward again, cause right now you’re stuck and that’s worse.”

Lance glanced over to Keith who was looking in his direction. The man was right. Didn’t make a decision any easier… but he was probably right and all he could do is hope for the best. That didn’t mean he was ready to face Keith head-on either or see the physical reaction the man might have. Lance turned his head away and kept his arms wrapped tightly around himself for protection. “It’s… you…” he mumbled quietly.

“Come again? I didn’t catch that.”

“I said… It’s you.” Lance mumbled again, but this time a little louder.

“Me??”

“See, yeah, I told you it would be awkward— just forget I said anything. I feel better just getting it out.”

Keith forced Lance to turn back to him. “No, I mean I was just surprised cause you’re always chasing after women, but—”

“I’ll just drop it and move on,” Lance cut him off. “I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable.”

“But that’s the thing,” Keith interjected, “I’m not. It’s okay because I’ve liked you too but I just thought you weren’t into guys.”

Lances eyes flashed wide. He really hadn’t expected such a response, especially not this quickly. “You do?” His voice trembled as he verified the man’s statement.

“Yeah…” Keith blushed. “I don’t exactly have experience in this stuff, but I like you too Lance.”

Lance jumped up in excitement. “Wow— for once my screw up turned out to be a good thing!”

“Uh-huh…” Keith chuckled. “But don’t do that again!”

[thinking-about-sw33ts]

αѕ ρяσмιѕє∂ нєяє ιѕ σиє σf тнє fαиfι¢ѕ!! ι ωιℓℓ ρσѕт тнє σтнєя σиє αѕ ωєℓℓ, ѕσ ∂σи'т ωσяяу! αи∂ αѕ αℓωαуѕ ιf тнєяє αяє αиу ѕρєℓℓιиg мιѕтαкє(ѕ)/єяяσя(ѕ), ρℓєαѕє тєℓℓ мє αи∂ ι ωιℓℓ fιχ ιт тнє ѕαмє gσєѕ fσя тнє тяαиѕℓαтισи(ѕ)!! αи∂ мαувє fσя α fєω σf тнє ∂єfιиιтισи(ѕ)! αgαιи, αℓℓ σf тнєѕє ωιℓℓ вє σи ωαттα∂ тσσ!

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⭐️Corsets⭐️

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Anime:

🗝Nanbaka🗝

Supporting ship(s):

🎥Tsukumo🎥 X 💢Honey💢

Type:

🌸Fluff🌸

🌶Spicy🌶

AU(Alternative Universe):

🗝Normal🗝

Love interest for Reader:

🛠Trois🛠

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🚻(Y/N)’s P.O.V🚻(Point of View):

“For the last game! Is of course, the sake barrel tournament!” Mitsuru claimed, while floating over the roaring audience. After explaining what the objective was, the game soon began.

Samon immediately charged after Kiji, while Honey and Trois quickly ran towards the large wooden barrel, with cell 8 on their tail.

I feel myself getting worried, knowing that Trois and Honey weren’t really much of a fighter. So cell 8 beating them wouldn't really be much of a surprise.

“Quit it Monkey! Don’t you dare ruin my makeup! Do you know how much time I spent on this!” Kiji cried out, using his dual weapons to dodge Samon’s swinging staff.

“Shut up, Pheasant!” Samon shouted, trying to at least hit one of the pressure spots on Kiji’s body.

Suddenly Trois grabs Honey’s leg before swinging him around, and tossing him towards the wooden sake barrel, Honey landing perfectly in the middle, breaking the wooden seal over the wooden sake barrel, before falling in, and getting soaked by the sake.

The audience being completely silent, clearly shocked by what Trois had done, before roaring out cheers of excitement.

“And there ya have it folks! Seems like Building 3 finally won the new year's tournament, for once!” Mitsuru announced over the mic, clearly pumped up.

Suddenly Kiji brings one of his hands, and places it on his hip, striking a victorious pose. “Hmp, and that’s what you all get for doubting me.” Kiji purred out, his confidence showing.

Honey soon rises from the wooden sake barrel about to shout at Trois for what he just did, before trying to process everything that had happened staring back at the said frenchie.

Once he realizes what had happened he gets out of the barrel before cheering himself. Trois on the other hand stares at me, before flashing a charming, but gentle smile.

I felt my cheeks getting warm, before smiling back. Giving him a thumbs up. “Aren’t you going to give him a victory kiss, inmate 6?” Ahato asked, giving me a closed-eyed smile.

“I suppose so.” I replied, leaning against the red railings, desperately trying to calm down my raging blush. Soon enough Cell 6 returned back to their seats. Each boy being seated on my side.

“I, Ahato, is always and very impressed with what you do! You did great, Kiji Onee-sama! We’ll finally get a raise!~” Ahato fanboyed, high-fiving Kiji with both of his arms.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Mon Amour~” Trois asked, tapping his cheek with his pointer finger. I rolled my (E/C) coloured eyes at him, before giving in, and giving him a victory kiss on his cheek.

While Honey sat on the other side of me, completely ignoring the both of us. The warden soon started her speech congratulating the winning building.

During said speech I had managed to nudge Honey’s arm using my elbow, catching his attention. I pointed to a different building, building 13.

While pointing to the said different building, I was also directly pointing at a certain pink haired shinobi. This action made Honey blush, turning his gaze away from me, and staring at the shinobi.

‘He totally has the hots for him.’ I thought to myself smugly, while smirking. From the corner of my eye, I saw the said shinobi waving at Honey, which Honey waved back. A little smile grazing his face.

‘I didn’t know he could make that face.’ I thought to myself, finally ignoring the two of them, and focusing on the speech.

Soon enough, the speech was over, and the feast took place! After the feast we got escorted back to our cell. “Goodnight you three!~” Kiji announced, doing his final rounds before going home.

Suddenly Honey raises himself using his elbows. Trois doing the same shortly after. While I just turned at them, laying down, too lazy to sit up.

“This year was nice.” Trois commented, smiling softly. “Another year, where I get to see your hideous face, once again, Trois.” Honey teased, a smirk planted on his face. Trois ignored his comment, paying attention to me.

“What did you two want, exactly?” I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me. “A lingerie viewing exhibit~” Both of them purred out, clearly excited. A little blush could be seen on their cheeks. While their eyes sparkled.

I just shivered, not knowing why they’re so fascinated with women’s underwear. “Lights out!” Ahato announced, before shortly shutting off the lights after. “What about you, (Y/N)?” Trois asked, while Honey didn’t say anything. Although, clearly listening in.

“A phone that stores all genres of Manga, Manhua, Manhwas, and Anime!” I announced, excited. My (E/C) eyes sparkling. “That sounds nice.” Trois commented, a small smile grazing his features.

Soon enough Honey slowly went to sleep, snuggling deeper inside his dark purple futon, the both of us following shortly after. Trois slowly gets up from his mint green futon, and slips in my (Y/F/C) futon.

Trois held me protectively, yet softly, his legs tangled with mine. He raises a few of my (H/C) coloured hair out of my forehead, before planting a soft kiss. Giving my lips a small peck as well. I placed my hand on his cheek, caressing it. He softly grabs my wrist, before planting another kiss directly on it.

Giving me yet another gentle loving smile. Me, softly smiling back.

“Ugh, get a room.” Honey groaned out, annoyed. “Says the one who has a crush on that ninja from building 13.” I replied, annoyed as well, clearly just trying to enjoy peace, and quiet with my lover.

“What!?”

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🚻(Y/N)’s P.O.V🚻(Point of View):

The next day soon came, as well as our prizes. After eating breakfast in the cafeteria. Feeling absolute euphoria eating (Y/F/F), my favorite!~

While Trois ate some Cream stew, and Honey a clam chowder. We quickly got escorted to Kazari’s lab by Kiji. “Oh, hello there number 6. Just wait here, while I grab your prize.” Kazari explained, hurrying to go get the prize from another room.

I sat on a chair, patiently waiting for Kazari to come back. Soon after she comes back with a (Y/F/C) coloured phone, which she hands to me.

“It has all the latest Mangas and Animes, along with some of the oldest ones, and ones in between.” Kazari added, petting my head.

“Thank you so much Kazari!~” I cheered, quickly opening the phone. Hopping on a Manga I’ve always wanted to read. Soon enough we got to the boy’s prize.

Trois inviting Uno, thinking he might want to see it as well, much to Honey’s dismay. Kiji soon comes back, fetching us, before taking us to another separate room. The boys quickly head inside, clearly excited.

“Oh my~” Both boys mutter out, surprised. Once they settle down from their excitement, they scatter looking at the different lingeries, bras, and panties.

“Oh my god! This is pure heaven!~” Honey cheered, looking at the different selections of panties. “They even have white lace~” He mutters out, reading the sign on the bottom. His emerald eyes sparkling with endearment.

Uno soon joins in, entering through the door, before looking at a certain baby blue lingerie two piece set. His ocean coloured eyes sparkling with excitement.

I just stare at the unnecessary commotion their making, my (E/C) orbs judging them ever so slightly. As much as I loved my perverted boyfriend, Trois, sometimes his pervertedness can get out of hand.

I quickly go back to reading (F/M) on my(Y/F/C) phone, ignoring them, and leaning against the wall. That focus slowly breaking from the commotion the boys were making.

I walk around, looking at the different things as well. Before stumbling on a plain (Y/F/C) corset vest. ‘I have been wanting to try a corset for the last few days.’ I wondered to myself, not knowing that I was actually muttering it out. All of a sudden I felt someone hugging me from behind, making me jump, since I was surprised.

I looked behind me only to instantly calm down, seeing that it was only Trois. He places a few strands of my (H/L) (H/C) behind my ear, before trailing a few light, fluttery kisses down my neck. I chuckle, the sensation making me feel slightly ticklish. Making me blush lightly.

“Did that one catch your eye, mon chéri~” Trois asks, his deep rose coloured eyes showing nothing but mischief. “And what if I say yes?” I asked him back, wondering what he had stored.

“Ugh! I told you before, get a fucking room!”

“Damn pretty boy!”

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✨Timeskip✨

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🚻(Y/N)’s P.O.V🚻(Point of View):

“Apparently Honey was allowed to stay at cell 11, building 13 for the night.” Trois explained, using his towel to dry his hair, before brushing it. I nod, to show that I was listening.

“Lights out!” Kiji announces, before doing another round. Soon after the lights shut off, covering us in total darkness. The only light coming from the moon in the starry sky.

“I got you a little of something (Y/N).”

“And what might that be?”

I sat up from my (Y/F/C) futon, curious for what he got me. He quickly goes towards one of the white fancy wardrobes, pulling on one of the bottom drawers, before fetching a medium sized (Y/F/C) wrapped box.

He hands me the box, excited for me to open it. Once I opened it, I realized that it was the corset vest I took a liking to. “How did you even get this?” I asked him, generally surprised, before excitement took place.

He ignored my question, quickly pecking my lips. “You’re too cute for your own good, Mon Amour.” Trois purred out, taking my hand, and kissing it.

“Such a gentleman~” I praised him, feeding his ever growing ego. “Do you mind if you put it on me?” I ask him, turning away in order to hide my red face. “Whatever you need sweetheart~”

Trois sits beside me, before grabbing my wrist, which makes me fall directly on his lap, facing him. He quickly fetches the corset, placing it on me.

I hook the pieces on the front. I feel Trois’ hands on each side of my hips, guiding them up and down, before getting the two strings from the back of the corset, wrapping it around his hands, and pulling.

I slightly jumped, getting startled, before relaxing once again. Once he had completely pulled them he quickly tied them. “You look like an absolute God/Goddess in that (Y/N).” Trois whispers into my ear, before placing his head on my shoulder, cuddling me.

He soon raises his head, capturing my lips against his. Our tongues moved smoothly against each other. We quickly pulled apart, since the need for air was growing stronger. A string of saliva connecting to each other’s lips.

We both panted, clearly out of breath. He headed over to my neck, covering it with noticeable hickeys, and love bites. Before I could moan, I covered my mouth with my hand, so that I wouldn’t make any embarrassing noises.

“People can see them.” I panted out, blush covering my cheeks, from what had earlier happened. “Good~ People can see that you're mine.” Trois replied, smirking to himself.

“Oh my God! Trois what are you doing!” Kiji shrieked out, shining his flashlight on us. “Wait, is that the corset from the exhibit?!” Honey questions, a mixture of surprise and disgust hinted in his voice. “Honey weren’t you supposed to be with your ninja boyfriend!” I questioned back, panicking.

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Translation(s):

• Mon Amour = My Love.

• Mon Cherie = My Dear.

Definition(s):

• (Y/F/C) = Your Favorite Colour.

• (Y/N) = Your Name.

• (H/L) = Hair Length.

• (H/C) = Hair Colour.

• (F/M) = Favorite Manga/Manhua/Manhwa.

• (E/C) = Eye Colour.

• (Y/F/F) = Your Favorite Food.

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[antiloreolympus]

9 Anti LO Asks

1. i know this is a more obscure reference but lo hades looks like a bad knock off of thrawn from the stars wars extended universe (who is legit one of the best written villains ever). like their coloring and clothing is almost exactly the same minus hades being prematurely graying 💀

2. i also dont get how this flashback to how hermes and persephone met makes much sense bc like?? shes so smug and kinda egoistical in it which i would like if it weren't for the fact that completely contradicts her actual personality in story? like the first ep with her (ep 2) persephone is worried she'll be seen as a dumb village girl, but in this flashback shes confident and demanding respect, so which one is it?? also its a shame it seems all her confidence left when she met hades tbh :/

3. OH MY GOD I FORGOT TO BRING THIS UP IN MY LAST CRITIQUE BUT— Is it just me or does it feel like Maia was only depicted with that body type just for Zeus’s pervy boob comment??? That’s the first thing I thought when I read the chapter for the first time!!

4. I’m sorry but MAIA is not some powerless no name. She was literally worshipped and had temples, where is Rachel getting the idea she’s a nobody? Even if Maia is a minor goddess she’s still a goddess. Stop depowering and undervaluing all the women to prop Persephone up, who also gets depowered and devalued for Hades! 

5. everytime i look at your profile and banner picture it gets funnier i love that little lady

6. also in terms of how american LO is .... "america" as we know it now did NOT exist in the timeline LO is apparently on, so there's not post 1950s america to be drawn from. what was actually there was the many native tribes and their own pantheons, so it just makes no sense? the setting and aesthetics dont add anything to the series either, so i really dont see why it was implemented when it doesnt make it seem unique at all, it just seems like another generic story set in NYC.

7. Kinda wild how the original concept art for LO was basically Rachel being a weeaboo and now the actual product is her being an ameriaboo. girl its greek maybe stick to that than thinking america is the peak of power and glamour, and i say that as an american. it sucks here.

8. i still do not get the logic at all of having apollo and hades be damn near carbon copies to each other. youd think the actual move would to make sure hades is the exact opposite of him (you know, so itd be clear why persephone wants him) but instead apollo and hades is exactly the same, the only difference is one assaulted her just to make the other one look better in comparison, which is an awful way to go about making hades look actually decent.

9. Hello,

Do you know about clementine productions TM she i think Was the first to critizise LO and RS (and let's play and true beauty but nobody really critizises them anymore)

What is your opinion of her?

Lots of love

From OP: I watched her video the first month it came out so I don’t remember it well but I remember enjoying that video (along with the other ones she made). Apparently, she was someone’s abuser and ended up deleting all her socials sometime after that twitter thread came out I believe. So, I don’t have an opinion of her.

(About the video: I’ve done all I could to look for that LO/True Beauty/Let’s Play video and its transcript but it couldn’t be found.)