#but it’s genetic!!! a lot of times that’s just how your fucking skin works!!!!

[vulpinesaint]

look the idea that the same skincare advice is gonna work for everybody is such bullshit cause washing my face daily is the worst fucking thing i could do for my skin (besides doing a full skincare routine). it’s not your fault that your skin doesn’t look like your insane clean girl fave’s. they probably just don’t have skin that’s acne-prone the same way that yours is and also they’re trying to sell you things

[sweetimpurity]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ day 17!! need me a big man like Miguel right now wc: 753 *ೃ༄

It’s one of those nights you just can’t take anymore. And Miguel knows it too, but he just can’t bring himself to stop. He knows your body has had enough, he knows you’ve peaked more times than you can stand, but with the way you’re grabbing onto him, the way your voice trembles as you beg him not to stop, the way you keep sucking him back in… how could he ever end this? 

His back is already covered in scratches. If it weren’t for his healing factor, he’d be screwed and sore tomorrow. But sometimes he wishes the scrapes from your fingernails would last a little longer so he can wear them like a badge of honor. Your nails raking down his back with every pound into your pussy. Down his muscles and scratching red lines into his skin. Not that you mean to do it, you don’t want to hurt him, but it’s just the natural reaction. When you’re on the edge of coming, anticipating that perfect stroke that will send you over the edge. 

It’s both an upside and downside to loving a superhero. He’ll make you come a million times in one night but he’ll fuck you sore and breathless for hours because his stamina is unending. It’s almost like he’s on a mission and his DNA allows him to exert himself for much longer than a normal man. Another upside/downside is his size. Much bigger than a normal human man because his DNA is half radioactive spider superhuman. Your little pussy can barely handle a quickie or two. But for hours, he’ll have you worked out, stretched out, filled up and buzzing. 

Even with his genetic mutations, he is still very much human at heart. And he loves you a whole lot, would never dream of causing you pain. But when you’re gushing on him and pulling his hair, scratching his skin, begging and crying for more, he can’t say no. 

“Ah-s’too… too deep baby!” You sob, holding onto him, your fingers tangled in his dark curls and tugging. One big hand cradling your ass as he pounds into you and his other arm under your back. So only your head lies on the mattress, your body in his hold and angled just the way he needs to reach all your sweet spots, your shaking legs wrapped around his waist, he’s pushing deep and full. Stuffing you with him so his pelvic bone pushes up on your puffy aching clit. “Oh don’t stop… mmmmtoo much babe!!”

“Shhhhbaby I know- you’re so good just one more…” He smiles at your conflicting sentiments, face dipping down into your neck and panting against your skin. Tightening his hold around your hot trembling body and grinding into your heat like he’s searching for the warmth therein. 

“Ngh! Ngh ngh ngh! I c-can’t!” You whine, over and over, falling apart and your sounds are music to his ears. “Come on baby, come… you can take it… give it to me…” 

His deep voice sends chills down your spine, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, drawing a hiss from between his fanged teeth. Feeling you clenching around his girth and squirting on him, making a mess. “Oh yes baby oh oh-” 

His cock sloshes through your cum, pumping you through your orgasm and extending it as long as he can. Growling low against your cheek, talons threaten to pierce the soft warm skin of your ass as he plunges deep, forcing your tensed walls open to accept him, all the way to the hilt as you milk him inside. His broad sweaty chest heaving against yours and holding you in a vice grip. Not wasting a drop, depositing it all deep inside for you. All yours. 

“Shit…” He sighs, rolling off of you and onto his back on the other side of the bed. His chest heaving. Dick twitching, his abdomen messy with your release. Draping his arms over his face and huffing heavy breath. Maybe tonight is the first occasion you’ve outdone him. “Dios-” He sighs when he can feel you climbing on top of him. You’re insatiable. Even when begging him to stop- begging him to keep going. 

“No más, conejita… no more…” He pants. Big warm hands going to hold your thighs straddling him. But you’re already working his tip back inside, slipping around through your slick, prodding your aching entrance. Bearing his teeth at the sensitivity he feels, the way his abdomen contracts with aftershocks. “One more, Mig… please…”

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[bratscave]

this blog got me feeling some typa way babesssss

dreaming about a young professor reader who thinks logan is constantly condescending to her when he asks about her lesson plans or curriculum… but he just doesn’t know how to start a conversation with her.

so when she has a bad day and snaps at him about his constant ‘patronizing’ he’s obviously very amused. because he’s honestly been looking for an excuse to chat with the hot, way too young for him piece of ass in a pencil skirt.

bonus points if he bends her over her desk and fucks her like a whore on it. and bonus bonus points if she thinks about it when she comes to her classroom the next day for class to find him leaning on it.

gotta feed the monsters in us i guess

ugh i need to write some logan smut to post already

I LOVE YOUR BLOG ITS SO- *animal noises*

- visionsofcarnality 🤭🫶

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ — a lil' help !

The past few days have been hell, actual fucking hell. You had never imagined that the kids would be so... unnerving. It turned out that they cared a lot less about genetic mutation biology then you would've thought. All you needed was a cigarette and a calm, quiet office for god's sake — no interruptions, especially not logan. “Got your curriculum figured out for next week?” his voice, low and rough, cut through the silence as he leaned against your doorway. You stiffened, feeling that familiar sting of irritation. It was the fifth time this month he’d asked you something like that, and every time, it grated on your nerves. You knew you were younger than most of the faculty, barely in your mid-twenties, but did he have to rub it in with his constant questioning? As if you didn’t know what you were doing. “Yes, Logan,” you replied, barely masking the edge in your voice. “I have it under control.” You didn't like how your words had absolutly no affect on him, he didn't move, didn't budge, didn't back down. It was like he was waiting or searching for something, “You sure about that? You look like you could use some help.” “I don’t need your help, Logan. I don’t need you constantly questioning me about my lesson plans, my missions or my fucking curriculum. I’ve been doing this for years, and I don’t need some — some condescending jackass acting like I’m not capable.” His mouth parted in surprise yet his lips twitched in amusement, "Really? Is that what you think I’ve been doin’? Condescending to you?” You shake your head, looking through the papers for tommorow, you couldn't deal with this today, "Yes, that's what I think." Logan pushed himself of the door frame, his fingers instantly moving to your shoulders like he was trying to reassure you, "You're young. You're new and you're trying your best, but you're feeling a bit...overwhelmed." You took another puff, finally looking up to his face. "I appreciate," the tone you use sounds almost sarcastic, "your concern but I'm getting by just fine." Yet you feel his finger absentmindedly trace over the skin of your neck as you lean back ever so slightly, almost on auto pilot. “Logan,” you said, trying to inject some authority into your voice whilst putting out the cig in a close ash tray but it came out breathier than you intended- His proximity was doing things to you, things you didn’t want to acknowledge, let alone act on. But Logan, perceptive as always, didn’t miss a beat. He didn't decide to comment on the little faltter in your voice, just brushes one of your hair strands behind your ear, the action feels intimate, a bit to much so. His hands work on gently pushing you down onto the desk, your face pressed against the cold surface, his rough fingers work on riding up your skirt. If you're not mistaken you can hear the fabric of your panties ripping as you scoff, "Y'know you could've just taken them off." It sounds more like a statement then a question, not that you'd really be intrested in one when all you could think bout was his dick. "That's no fun," you could faintly make out, the dull sound of his belt hitting the floor also, "You don't even understand how much i've been imagining you, like this — you, and your damn skirts." Your hands clench into fists on the desk, your knuckles turning white as you try to keep some semblance of control as he thrusts into you. He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as he pounds into you, his breath hot against your ear. “This what you needed, darlin’?” he growls, his voice rough and strained with his own pleasure. “Needed someone to fuck that stress right outta you?” He’s fucking you like an animal, hard and fast, and it’s exactly what you needed. The desk creaks beneath the force of his thrusts, with this pace you could perfectly forget about all those kids that make you lose more and more brain on the daily. That's exactly what you think about when you see logan leaning against your desk the next day, all innoccently yet gazing u you like he was about to eat you alive, in front of countless of children.

You could certaintly use his help every now and then — not on the curriculum of course.

[ivystoryweaver]

Decadent chapter 2

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Summary: Your first week on the job with Miguel

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara from the film Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse x female reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings/notables: AU story. 18+, cursing, smut, p in v, masturbation, handjob, it gets messy, workplace nonsense, use protection people! a brief moment of throat squeezing. not beta'd we die like everyones uncle ben... mentions of blood. a mention of violence and death

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Squeezing his eyes shut, he shook those thoughts from his head. It was next-level annoying to have super powers at his disposal but still feel like shit half the time.

Blood was the key.

But in sustaining his body, he felt he was losing his soul.

He smelled you coming off the elevator.

New blood.

Fuck, he was hungry. He should have just fed last night. Then he wouldn't be distracted by--

"Miguel, your new assistant is here," LYLA chimed.

Miguel nodded to the hologram figure of his artificially intelligent assistant. "Thank you, Lyla. Send her in."

"I hope you're not attempting to replace me," Lyla voiced. "My capabilities are--"

"Yes, yes, I know," Miguel huffed. "She's not here for that. She's working on her doctorate and needs some practical--"

"Experience. Yes, I'm aware."

"Do not interrupt me," Miguel chided. "Just...send her in."

Miguel was a man who had no trouble getting a date. He didn't hire you for your looks. But damn if you didn't take his breath away as you scurried into his office, dressed to kill.

"Mr. O'Hara," you cheerily intoned, smoothing your sleek suit before extending your hand. "What an honor to meet you in person."

"Pleasure," he smoothly returned, taking your smaller hand in his while minding the retraction of his talons. "I've been anxious to meet you. We have a lot of work to do."

He shouldn't have touched you. Miguel rarely touched anyone unless he needed something specific from them. The blood temptation was too intense, and between talons and fangs and super strength - well it was better to just not bother.

Outside of the bedroom, he was sure he hadn't even hugged or held anyone since his daughter died... Better that way.

So the soft skin of your hand, so confidently extended - the gentle squeeze of your fingers as you smiled up at him beautifully - it made him jerk his hand away abruptly.

His eyes, which you noticed were dark red? in person, roved freely down your figure as if sizing you up, rather than checking you out. As his gaze returned to yours, you wondered how he managed red irises. They had looked light brown on your video call.

"You have excellent taste, but I’m afraid you’re overdressed," he voiced, turning his back to you as if he were busy with 100 other things. "I think you'll find that the work we do lends itself to a lab coat and goggles. I’ll see that you get some."

"Of course, sir," you swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. So much for a first impression. You would just have to impress him with your mind instead.

Hearing you call him sir sent a jolt of desire through his body.

You were a little caught off guard by the pierce of his crimson gaze as he turned back to you - and by the massive span of his broad shoulders. He was far more handsome in person, but you quickly reminded yourself that you were here for his brilliant mind.

"Let’s take a look then, shall we?"

Your first day in the lab completely blew you away. Miguel's intelligence somehow exceeded his good looks, and the two of you fell into an easy rhythm. He admitted to you that he had hired you because of your specific theories on genetic coding an gene splicing.

"I've read all your papers," he admitted, "and studied your coursework, all the way back to high school."

You were floored. You might as well have been an aspiring songwriter hearing that their favorite artist wanted to record their song and sing it as a duet.

What Miguel didn't tell you was that he was looking for someone specific. Someone with your intelligence and specialties, but someone...pure. Someone uncorrupted by mega corporations, or too much success or money. Someone young and eager, whose ideas on genetics lined up with his own. He needed someone to eventually help him get rid of his affliction.

He didn't want to drink blood anymore. He didn't want to be Spider-Man anymore. After all his dark deeds, after losing his little girl - he only wanted to see if he could ever be human again.

Unfortunately...or perhaps fortunately, the mutual attraction between the two of you filled the air with questions for him. He could see the effect he had on you, and he was pretty certain that resisting the softness of your smile, the angles of your face - the curve of your body ... it would be a losing battle for him.

He wanted you.

The two of you didn't last a week.

Longing gazes lingered, hands "accidentally" brushed. Complimenting one another's intelligence finally led to remarks that really weren't quite suited to the workplace.

You weren't an idiot. Suspecting Miguel had likely slept his way through his entire staff, you assumed that giving in to this burning in the center of your chest (and between your legs) would make you a name on a very long list. But you were a modern woman. You could fulfill your desires without it reflecting on the quality of your work. Hopefully Miguel would feel the same.

The tension while working together became unbearable and you really started to believe that relieving that tension would actually help your progress in the lab.

The thing you loved most about being around Miguel was that, inside the lab, he was all business. A reputation for being demanding and condescending aside, he really did treat you like an equal. He listened, he challenged you and he did not flirt or make anything personal. In the lab, there was only the science. You felt free to express your ideas without feeling inferior or objectified.

In his office, however, his desires were quite clear - a little more each day.

"You look stunning today." Your third day.

"Come take a look at this, will you?" Your fourth day. He beckoned you around his desk, prompting you to lean over to peer at the screen he'd been studying. Your side pressed against his thickly muscled arm. Your face was close enough to brush up against his cheek. What you wouldn't give to climb across his lap and sink your fingers into his dark waves.

"I thought I told you not to dress up." Your fifth day. You wore a skirt and explained to him that you could still dress professionally under your lab coat. You liked to dress nicely and, honestly, you wondered how he would react. His scarlet stare fixed itself on your legs the entire day.

"You're so beautiful I can't think straight." Your sixth day. Miguel had thought that he would get your gorgeous legs off his mind by draining a criminal over the weekend. Today he was well fed, but it did nothing to lessen his desire to have you. If you planned to tell him to fuck off, or otherwise reject his advances, he'd rather know sooner rather than later. The tension was killing him.

"How do you think I feel?" You fired back cheekily. "I have a thing for shoulders. And dark hair. And jaw lines."

"I have a thing for legs," he darkly responded, easing out of his office chair and stalking toward you. "Can't stop thinking about how yours would feel wrapped around me."

"Can't stop thinking about how you would feel between mine," you shot back as he rushed forward, scooping you up to do just what he said. Your back hit the wall with a thud as he pulled your shapely legs around his waist, pressing himself against you.

"Best not to tease me like that, hermosa," he growled, pinning you in place with his hips while pushing up your skirt, his thick fingers caressing your thighs.

Hooking your heels into the round shape of his ass, you rolled your hips against him. "I don't tease when I want something this bad."

"Fuck," he gasped out, your delicious body writhing in his arms - your beautiful eyes just begging him to take you. "Better be sure, baby." Even as he asked for permission, he helped you hop down just long enough to yank down your lace panties while you pulled open his pants.

Shoving things out of the way and pulling him free, you let out a little whine at his sheer size. Grasping his hand, you guided his fingers to your center, rubbing your wetness over his knuckles.

"I'm sure," you panted.

"Careful," he chided, swiftly pulling his fingers away. He hadn't exactly explained his retractable talons to you. They wouldn't hurt you as long as he concentrated on keeping them down. But as you stood there, flushed and panting, soaking wet, he wondered if he would be able to keep his concentration in tact.

Frowning, you peered up into his ruby eyes. Didn't he want this?

"Come here," he breathed, lifting you right back up to where you started, but this time, as he pulled your gorgeous legs around his waist, he used one hand to guide his hard length between your wet folds - rubbing himself up and down, just feeling you. Shuddering at how hot and wet you felt on his tip, he somehow managed to control himself just a little longer.

Pushing the tip of his cock over your clit, he felt your wetness mingle with his. He grinned wolfishly as you hissed in pleasure.

"M-Miguel, god, please," you moaned, the sound of it sending desire thundering through his body. Lining his cock up with your center, he pushed inside, all the way in, and stopped.

Your body was suspended there against his office wall, held in place by his hands gripping your thighs and his thick cock shoved up inside you. But he didn't fucking move.

Your hands gripped his muscular arms, attempting to pull yourself forward, or use gravity's advantage to plunge you down - something to feel some friction.

"Wh-what are you--"

"Look at me," he darkly ordered, squeezing your hips to almost a painful point.

You complied, but he still didn't move - his scarlet stare burning you alive as his thick, dark hair tumbled across his forehead carelessly.

"This is how I feel between your legs," he gruffly teased, reminding you of your flirtatious words from several moments ago. "Tell me what it feels like."

God, you felt like an insect caught in a spider's web. If you only knew how apropos that analogy was.

Pressing one strong hand to your lower abdomen, he pushed down firmly. "Tell me," he growled, his playful disposition dissipating.

"Just like I imagined," you panted. "Thick. Hot."

He groaned.

"I feel so full of you, Miguel." You squeezed your inner thighs against his torso, using that leverage to manage a small thrust.

How he was able to hold his shit together was beyond you. He hadn't even fucked up into you yet and you were about to come, mostly clothed, against the wall.

Pushing the hand on your abdomen up over your breast, he squeezed, then moved all the way up to your throat. He didn't apply pressure, but just the thought of it made you moan again.

"Love the sounds you make, hermosa. I'll make it good for you," he darkly whispered, giving your throat the faintest squeeze. "But I'm so bad for you."

Letting out an embarrassing whine, your head thumped back against the wall. He was driving you insane.

"What do you want?" you pleaded, digging your heels into his ass impatiently. "You want me to beg?"

"I just want you to understand," he purred against your cheek, his hot breath making you shiver with want. "I want you to be sure."

No. You weren't going to beg. Not today.

"Then let me down off this wall and I'll show you I understand." You stared right into his glowing eyes, locking your arms behind his neck. If you had to push him down and ride him hard, you would. But you had to have him now.

Apparently, he agreed.

Easing both hands back down to your thighs, he began to fuck you...slowly. You found his sudden switch so tender that you were sure he would kiss you...but he didn't. Instead, he breathed hotly on your ear.

"Wanted this...you...from the first second you walked in that door."

The rate of his deep thrusts quickened slightly - the power of his solid body and thick cock easily bucking you like a doll.

"Gonna try not to hurt you. Want to fuck you so hard," he panted, every jolt of his hips, juust a little deeper, faster.

"Please." Now you were begging. You didn't care. "I want you to. I need you to."

You thought, then, that he would start mercilessly pounding into you, but he didn't. Pulling away from your ear, he gazed down into your eyes, loving the way your lips fell apart as you gasped for air. If only he could kiss you. But his fangs were not retractable and he could really hurt you. No, kissing was something he never, ever did.

Kissing was for lovers and no one could love him. Not the real him - the spider. The monster.

So he buried his face in your neck, pumping just a little faster.

Mistake. Fuck, your blood smelled good. He jerked away quickly, deciding it was better to stare down at you and watch you fall apart, rather than tempt himself with his mouth on your throat.

He was right about working you up slowly, going a little faster and harder with each thrust. He was pretty sure you would be expecting him to hammer you into the wall, but he wasn't a college freshman. He knew how to make your beautiful body fall apart.

The two of you had worked up a delicious pace, bouncing together against the wall, the sound of slapping skin and harsh pants music to his ears.

Just a little more speed, and a slight tweak of his hips to see if he could just find the perfect spot...

"Yes, yes, Miguel, right there. Right there," you gasped, gripping his solid biceps once more as you started to bounce wildly.

"Knew you would look so pretty like this," he growled, pushing the palm of his hand down over your mound. The force of his length inside you combined with the heel of his hand roughly rubbing just where you wanted pressure made you shriek in pleasure.

"Don't stop," you begged, heat flaring up your torso and over your neck, punching gasps and whines from your throat. Buzzing, searing, thrilling pleasure twisted through your body, until a wave of rapture pulled you under like a rip current. Pleasure surged through every part of you, from your fingertips down to your curling toes.

Miguel had expected to work you up and watch you come before he finished, but he wildly underestimated how your tight cunt would feel gripping him as you came. He gushed inside you before he could even think to pull out, groaning at the wet mess the two of you made together.

Pulling out of you suddenly, he turned away and stuffed himself back into his pants, leaving you there - skirt bunched around your hips and the heat of him slipping down your inner thighs.

"Shouldn't have done that," he voiced aloud, reaching down to grab your panties as some sort of weak offering. "We have to be more careful."

You thought he meant the sex. Or perhaps the noise you both made.

But he knew he shouldn't have done that. Not without you knowing the risks of who - what - he really was. His...genetic material was not something to mess around with.

Grabbing your panties out of his hand, you shoved your skirt down, feeling a little foolish. You knew this would just be a bit of fun for him - a quick fuck with new assistant - but you didn't expect to be scolded the moment he finished inside you.

Whatever. At least if felt good.

Seeing he had made you uncomfortable, Miguel reached for your arm. "You can clean up in my private bathroom," he said softly, nodding toward a small door you'd yet to go inside.

Rolling your eyes, you did just that, feeling humiliated. Oh well. You had really put yourself in this position.

As soon as you shut the bathroom door, Miguel sighed, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. He had hoped that giving in to the sexual tension between you would make things easier. It was inevitably going to happen at one point or another anyway. He thought maybe he could just douse the spark you two shared.

Being inside you was gasoline on a flame.

You exited the bathroom a few minutes later, your irritation thinly cloaked under the sheen of professionalism. Without even looking at him, you rattled off a few questions about a hypothesis you'd been thinking through.

If Miguel wanted to be all business, then you would oblige.

You amazed him - how easily you could switch modes from vigorous sex to brilliant hypothesizing. It was just as enticing as your gorgeous legs or beautiful mouth.

He couldn't concentrate - it was the first time you had been all business and he had been distracted. Well, did he want to work or did he want to play? Maybe the two of you should head to the lab to get some real work done.

"What are you staring at, Miguel?" you impatiently huffed.

"You," he quickly and openly answered.

"Why? I thought we 'shouldn't have done this'," you quoted him.

Then he understood.

"Wait, no. Come here," he beckoned you over to his desk, where he was seated.

You hesitantly complied. "What?"

"I'm sorry," he apologized, peering up at you. Reaching for your hand, he pulled you to stand between his legs. "I wanted to do...what we did. I never want to stop doing it," he confessed. "I just...I should have talked to you before I...finished like that."

Ohhh. That's what he meant. Well, fair point.

"You're right," you agreed, raking your fingers through his dark hair. "I guess we got a little carried away."

He rested his forehead on your stomach, pulling you close. "I didn't mean to, I...you felt so good. So fucking good." Pulling back, he gazed up at you hungrily. "You have no idea the things I want to do to you. The things I could do." His strong hands had wandered from your hips around to trace the curve of your ass.

"Even now, I want to...already...again."

Without asking, he roughly turned you around, using his hands to push your skirt up your thighs - again - while pulling you down on his lap. With your back to his chest, he spread your thighs wide, slowly starting to thrust his hardening length against your ass.

"Miguel," you whispered, completely ready to be putty in his hands. So much for getting work done.

He growled in frustration, but you took it as desire. The two things he wanted to do right now were difficult for him - he wanted to kiss your neck and finger you until you came. He needed to show you how good he could make you feel, but he couldn't. Not like that.

If his mouth went anywhere near your neck, especially while he was hard, he wasn't sure he could continue keeping his fangs from piercing your soft skin. Or his talons safely retracted. He was used to the things he couldn't, or shouldn't do to a woman, but you made him want to do exactly those things. Even the thought of laying you across his desk and eating you out was too dangerous - not until you knew more about the creature he was.

Obviously, he found ways around these things from time to time, but there was no way he was going to risk hurting you. If he somehow scared you away...well that was just not an acceptable option. Not professionally, and now he was starting to think he didn't want to lose you on a personal level either.

"I want you to touch yourself," he finally whispered on your ear, "while you bounce on my cock."

All you wanted to do was turn around and kiss him hard and then give him what he demanded. You wanted to ride him until he came inside you again.

But he held you in place.

"Show me," he purred, pulling your panties aside, deviously using one talon to slice them free of your body.

You moaned, thinking he had ripped them.

Rubbing your ass against his erection, you slid two fingers between your folds, making a show of masturbating for him. "I'll show you, Miguel. I'll show you what I do in bed at night when I think of you fucking me."

"Oh fuck," he growled, pushing you over on the desk long enough to shove his pants back down. Reaching for your hips, he gripped you firmly, pushing you down on his cock.

Letting out one of the little whines he already loved to hear so much, you did not do the slow and steady game he had played with you up against the wall.

Obediently, you rubbed firm circles over your clit and started to bounce.

Gasping, Miguel had to restrain himself from shredding the rest of your clothes with his talons. Instead, he worked open the buttons of your blouse and pulled it off your arms before unclasping your bra. Your breasts sprang free, bouncing freely as you worked yourself over his cock, there in his lap. Your fingers returned to your clit, pleasuring yourself.

"Look at you, using me like this," he panted. Hooking his chin over your shoulder, he watched your little show. Sliding his hands up your soft stomach, he fondled your tits, rolling your nipples carefully between his fingers. "Take what you want, baby."

Putting on a show for him made you fucking feral. Gripping the edge of his desk with one hand, you leaned slightly forward, vigorously riding him, and furiously rubbing yourself. It only took you a few more seconds to come on his cock, panting and moaning his name.

Miguel dug his talons into his thigh to keep from joining you - determined to feel you tight and wet around him. He let you finish and felt you go limp in his arms - biting his lip as he stilled his hard length inside you.

Remembering what he had just explained to you, you eased off his cock, shifting over to his bare thigh. He groaned as your wet pussy and slick thighs soaked his leg.

"Let me take care of you," you panted, sliding one arm behind you, up into his dark curls, while the other hand eased over to his hardened shaft. Teasing the tip with your thumb, you felt his breath on your cheek. He hissed when you moved your hand down to his balls, toying with them with your fingertips.

A string of Spanish curses fell on your ear as you dragged your hand up and down, twisting your wrist and rolling your thumb over his tip deliciously.

"Talk to me, Miguel," you softly ordered, halting your motions. You needed some feedback.

"Fuck, don't - don't stop," he husked, his hand joining yours to jerk him off. It took him a little bit longer than the first time, but as his warmth coated your hand, running down your wrist, you realized that working with Miguel could end up being a lot of fun.

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[slxsherwriter]

Waking Up

Fandom: Repo! The Genetic Opera

Parings: Luigi Largo x Reader

Word Count: 1,414

Warnings: Scars, talk of surgery, mentions of addiction, cursing, talks of violence

Series: Genetic Repossession

Author's note: A straight continuation of Better Me Than You. Just a short little fic to detail a little fallout and Luigi getting to display a slightly softer side.

Beeping. A gentle, steady beep. It was the first thing that registered. A gentle tickle on the brain that brought you back to the conscious world. Slowly. Disoriented and feeling like you were swimming through a dense fog, it was a struggle to latch onto the feeling of waking and not get pulled right back under. That was until a not so gentle touch yanked at your head, causing a groan to slip from a chest that seemingly didn't want to expand right away.

“For fuck sakes!” A familiar harsh voice yelled out, breaking the peaceful quiet of the room. “Be fucking careful or I'll take those fucking hands and mount them like God damn trophies on the wall. How the fuck did you ever become a fucking nurse?” It took effort but finally, you forced your eyes open. The world was blurry for several long seconds as you tried to blink your vision clear. Low lights made the adjustment easier, no harsh fluorescent lights greeting. A thud sounded somewhere off to the side but there wasn't enough energy or care within you to turn your head. Right now, the focus needed to be on what the hell happened.

‘“I'll get the doctor…”

“You fucking do that,” the voice barked. Warmth encompassed your hand and finally, Luigi came into focus. There was a hesitant smile on his face. “Hey there, sweetheart.” Oh, shit. A soft pet name. Yeah, it had to be bad. Your throat and mouth felt incredibly dry, as if someone had filled it with cotton. A soft cough came when you opened your mouth to respond, though it hardly hurt the way that could have been expected.

“I…”

“Easy. Here.” The water was soothing and cold as it washed down. Definitely helpful. The room spun a little when you shifted your head again. Before Luigi could say anything else, a doctor came in. A soft greeting before the exam started, though right then as he babbled, words you should understand sounded foreign.

“We'll start weening back the medication, hopefully clear your head up a bit. I know things probably aren't making a lot of sense right now…” Well, that was hitting the nail on the head. Your vision started to blacken at the corners, slowly creeping and consuming your field of vision. “Get some more rest.”

Your head felt significantly more clear the next time your eyes opened. A little sore and sorry. The room was quiet. Not a typical hospital room. Grunting softly, it took a little effort to shift your weight and work to a seated position. The family home, your room with Luigi, that was where you were specifically. Part of you was surprised and part of you wasn't all things considered. Curiosity got the better of you before anything else. No one else was in the room, so you took the opportunity to carefully pull back the covers and pull up the shirt. A large wound ran across the left side of your abdomen, sutures keeping the skin shut. Where the knife had entered you and likely where another, that one by skilled hands, tried to do damage control. Across your chest was a marring wound that didn't require sutures as it hadn't pierced flesh deep enough to require such treatment. Alive. You were alive. Something you should be grateful for, even if it broke the streak of never having had surgery.

The door opened.

“Shit, you're awake.” The shirt dropped from your hand, as if you were guilty of doing something that you shouldn't be. Luigi quietly closed the door behind him and moved to the bedside. “Had to replace your liver, bastard really got a good jab into you…” You would never expect him to be all that great at comfort and it was apparent he was struggling at the moment. Giving him a reprieve, you offered a small smile.

“And I take it that he was relieved of his own?” That seemed to lessen his worry and the uneasy nature about him that was a little unnatural feeling. As if he had been unsure how you would handle everything. “I'm honestly a little surprised to be awake at all…”

“It was close,” he admitted. “Doctors weren't all that sure you were going to wake up.” He settled down on the edge of the bed, careful to not jostle you too much.

“I thought I was dead when my knees hit the ground.” Which was the truth. You had accepted that your dying act had been protecting the man beside you. A worthy trade in your eyes.

“Shit fucking security has been dealt with too. How the fuck he got in there and that close with a weapon is ridiculous.” The words grew in volume, Luigi seething as if the event was happening all over again. It was a valid point. No one should have ever gotten that close or been allowed in with a hidden blade. Everybody was supposed to be checked. Not only to keep the Largo's safe but for the general safety of the event. It looked bad when shit like what had happened actually happened.

“And the PR nightmare that is surely causing a shitstorm?” He rolled his eyes in response.

“Nothing that you have to worry about right fucking now. You aren't getting paraded in front of the press until you can actually stand up.” Judging by the fact that you were able to sit up with pain, you thought that it may be at least a week before you would be able to get yourself to your feet and put on a face that did not show just how much discomfort and pain that you were in. Being able to school your features was too important in order to maintain appearances, so you would have to take it careful.

“Right.”

“I mean it. I don't give a shit what my father says. You are staying in bed and healing until you get a clear from the other docs.” You held up a hand, hoping to placate the man before he ended up stabbing whoever came into the room next. A high possibility on a normal day but judging by the slight redness to his cheeks, he was particularly worked up.

“I'll keep my ass in bed until given the all clear.” Repeating back the near order had him pausing and returning his eyes to yours. It accomplished just what you had hoped as his shoulders dropped a bit, his body going just slightly more slack. Tension unwinding from a constantly tense man. There was something on the tip of his tongue as he went to start speaking and thought better of it after a second. Silence reigned for a moment, neither of you willing to say something right away, for different reasons. You wanted to know what it was that he had been ready to say, while he was restraining himself. Until finally, finally he broke.

“Did you need any more Zydrate?” Ah, now it made sense. As uncomfortable as you were starting to be, the dull throbbing becoming more insistent and increasing in intensity as you sat there, you weren't willing to mask it. For multiple reasons. One of which was clearly on his mind. Shaking your head, you decided to recline yourself slowly instead, hoping it relieved enough pressure on the wounds to calm them down mildly.

“No, I'm okay. Would be preferable to not have to take any more.” It was impossible to miss the small sigh that rushed out of him. One addict in the family was enough. “Rather be uncomfortable and have a clear head anyway. Hated that I couldn't understand what was being told to me when I woke the first time.”

“It gets bad enough you don't need to go being a martyr. Take the fucking medicine, okay?” You nodded your consent, even though you both knew that there was a likelihood that you would ignore it entirely. His hand engulfed yours again and you used what little strength that you had left to give him a tug. A silent request for him to just lay down beside you. He grumbled a bit, an attempt at putting on a show, before he did just that. Carefully, his body settled down onto the bed beside you and with just as much care, his arm wrapped around your waist. Warmth seeped into your skin. Settling enough that you began to drift off once more.

[lixenn]

OCtober 2024 day 23: community

@myrmyrtheorca one science girl coming right up! Anemone is also working hard, pipetting lots for qPCR 🫡 what a legend!

A yapping essay under the cut, I will talk science so you have been warned.

Now before I ramble about science I'm just gonna talk about the art for a bit. I did use a reference for this because I'm not insane and drawing the lineart with it was ... alright I would say. I actually looked through my own pictures and my uni website first in case I could find something as a ref but no dice so I needed to look it up anyways. I think the most difficult lineart to draw was the fucking pipettes... I need everyone to know that all the lab equipment (except maybe the blue regant holder) is a simplification of what it actually looks like because by god I could not replicate the real thing with my current skill set. I know most people will not give a fuck but I do so it needed to be said.

Otherwise colouring went okay and rendering wasn't extremely tedious. I noticed that I actually really like rendering blond hair, years ago I found this hack where you use red for the shadows and turn the opacity down and it works so well every time, I'm a bit obsessed tbh. I need to give more of my OCs blond hair lmao.

Okay enough about art let's talk science! Honestly this is really just me explaining science stuff, so feel free to skip because this can get long.

As I mentioned above I drew Anemone doing qPCR and I chose qPCR because her focus is genetic research. So basically she looks into the human genome (entire set of human genes) to see how it correlates to the Pallid Flame.

qPCR stands for quantitative polymerase chain reaction or real time polymerase chain reaction (RTpcr) and it's a valuable tool for analysing stuff down to genetic aka DNA level. You might have learnt about PCR in school but if not or if you've forgotten: PCR is the amplification of a specific gene aka you take one specific part of someone's DNA and replicate it a bunch of times. This is useful if you want to proof if a specific gene is present in the DNA you are analysing. Now qPCR also does the DNA amplification but as it already implies with the name it also counts how much the gene was amplified. You can use qPCR in many applications for example I used this method in my thesis to test if skin related genes are upregulated (higher gene expression aka genes are more activated? <- me trying to simplify genetics I'm not sure if this is the correct term of phrase) or down regulated (lower gene expression) when I put mast cells in my skin models. It gives you insight how certain factors affect cells on DNA level and since it will give you number at the end you can do statistics which is what everyone will really care about. I hope this explanation was at least somehow understandable if anyone has any questions I can talk more about this no prob 🫡

In fact I will talk more about it just... less why you do qPCR but more on how you do it. Because the thing is with this method... You need to pipette, you need to pipette A LOT. And honestly I'm really not a fan because you need to be so exact with this pipetting since each mistake you make stacks up and shows in your data at the end. It's very frustrating especially because there are a lot of steps where you can make mistakes and you need to be fully concentrated the entire time. I... I would say I'm good at my job but I really don't like this part of it because it grates on my nerves. But I think Anemone would be good at it, it's something repetitive that requires a steady hand and patience. Normally post Docs and even some PhD students let assisstants handle this job but I'd like to imagine that Anemone likes doing small things occasionally. Maybe not the entire process (there's a lot of prep work required for qPCR) but the last few steps she can take over, just for a change of pace.

[according2thelore]

rereading "my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear" and like... it's so mommycore. especially since dean in that world ages and sam never will. oh my

(for those interested, the link to the fic is here!)

omg you're so right...my first mommyfic...

and honestly? i stand by that. dean would be full-tilt mothering. mommycore. mommymaxing (is that what the youth are yapping about now?)

cut for mommy mild nsft lol

do i think sam "whatever-the-magic-pill-is-i'll-take-it-too" winchester would turn dean no matter what (against his will if he has to) so they can be together forever? yes. do i still LOVE imagining forever young vampire sam and human dean? why yes.

not only can he provide for one of sam's most basic needs, he kind of HAS to, to keep sam safe and alive. sam needs him to live, and dean's body has become suddenly something more worthy and worth respect to himself. he kind of jokes if sam has any requests, and sam awkwardly asks if dean'll drink a different kind of beer because miller makes his blood taste weird and dean actually fucking does it.

and dare i say...there comes a point when dean is old enough to physically look like sam's father and god it makes him so happy and proud when they're sitting at a diner and dean gets complimented that he raised his son right and he's such a good kid.

like yes!!! that is his kid!!! that is his baby!!! thank you for noticing!!! sammy is such a good boy!!!

that is dean's ideal world: a sam that is pretty much invulnerable, who can't get sick or get hurt or die except in a very specific circumstance. i am positive they find a work-around for the sun-avoidance, so dean just gets sammy full-time who never gets old and needs him to provide his basic needs.

not to mention the way that vampirism kind of mimics breastfeeding in a way? hear me out! sam gets squirmy and agitated, and keeps looking at the thump of dean's pulse at his throat. sam doesn't have to breathe anymore, but automatically syncs his breathing to dean's. dean knows he's hungry because sam's broken their shared breathing rhythm as he inhales deeply, taking dean in. dean pulls the car off at the nearest exit and pulls them into the far corner of an abandoned gas station parking lot and pulls his shirt off, tilting his head back and pulling sam's head down in close, and sam is huffing loud breaths, quiet whimpers half-cut off as he sinks his teeth into the familiar notch of dean's neck, latching on. dean pets through sam's hair a low there ya go sammy there ya go, and sam hand's hands ball into fists against dean's skin, mind going fuzzy and hazy and mouth filled with deandeandean.

as dean gets older, he takes such satisfaction in seeing his callused, scarred hands next to sam's smooth, soft ones. he takes such pride in how well he's taken care of him, in how his body is a home for sam.

sam will nose in close, mewling and quiet when he gets hungry, gentle and apologetic as he crawls into dean's lap to feed from his neck. he'll get snarly and possessive if dean tries to pull him off, because this is as much sam's body as it is dean's, and dean shudders and presses sam closer because he loves being owned.

sam sometimes get aggravated and rough, and dean loves that just as much. sam's demanding hands kneading at the back of his neck to make the blood rush closer to the skin, growls and rumbling as he bites down on dean harder than usual and humps up into the cradle of dean's thighs, giving him everything, taking everything like it's owed to him.

and while dean kind of loves the way their appearances make their dynamic immediately respectable to others, dean feels weird about how he has pounds he can't pack away anymore while sam has an eternal six-pack and biceps as big as his head. dean kind of shrugs sam off when sam wants to take him apart nice and slow like c'mon you don't have to do that and sam is fucking baffled because this body has literally made him in all ways but genetic.

it raised him and sheltered him from nightmares and blocked stray knives and bullets and claws and is pumping sam's blood through his veins, the blood that keeps him alive and the blood they share.

dean has five favourite scars: two on the apex of his thighs, two on his wrists, and one at the base of his throat, the left side, above his heart. these are the scars that give sam life, that barely have time to heal over before sam is pawing gently at dean's knee, big eyes and unlined face and teeth already peeking over his lip because he knows dean will give in, dean will always give him what he needs when he needs it and will pet through his hair and coo as he does.

like that is MOMMY!!!! that is sam's MOMMY!!!!!!!

((also vampire demon blood sam would be INSANE because not only is it so much easier for him to get the blood, it's also kind of proving that he IS the monster he feared AND he's telling dean that his sustenance isn't enough anymore, that he CAN and WILL find satisfaction in another's body and YIKES!))

anyway, this ask was such a lovely little surprise, anon!!! thank you so much!! mwah! <3

-lizzy

[heliosthegriffin]

Shadow Knight, and Magic Girls V

Chapter 5

Jaune exited the bathroom awkwardly, followed by Amber and Vernal. "You two really didn't need to do that." Jaune said blushing.

"Look, it was only the top-half, you took care of the bottom half. I just needed to make sure your stitched didn't get wet." Amber said unable to make eye-contact with Jaune, before looking at what would be several feet of nylon string stretched out, currently keeping his body together.

He was healing fast, faster than anybody else she had seen, the skin had practically closed, in a few days they could take out the stitches. It wasn't superhuman, in-fact she suspected it was just the fact he cleared out her refrigerator, paired with being in peak-physical condition.

But, it was damn scary, in fact it was preternatural, extraordinary, but also, nothing that couldn't explained away as good genetics.

"Yeah, thanks." He mumbled, unable to keep his focus anywhere at the moment.

Vernal had a shit-eating grin. "Any time, Tiger." She had longer moved past any hesitation regarding flirting, if she was going to be his nurse she was owned some privileges. "Plus, if you fell down in there, Amber isn't hauling you up on her own, hell, how much do you weigh? Your arms feel like they're shaped from stone."

"I don't know, I probably under 240lb, I guess?" Jaune muttered, he did not like this attention.

Vernal kicked over a scale. "Might as well find out, we'll keep it on record."

Jaune stepped on it.

The scale creaked, feeling slightly self-conscious.

Amber's eye's widened. "255lb?"

"Shit, boy's heavy."

Jaune stepped off. "I'm 6'4 by the way, if you need to know my height. My dads the same height, and we're eye-level."

"I'd never have guess you were so dense when you had all those clothes on. You look so much taller, and leaner."

Jaune laughed. "It's neat trick, shadows distort how you see things at night. I also pad my shoulders, and my boots make a bit taller, it helps keep people from guessing my identity sense they can't match up the body." He hummed. "My gear probably adds another 15lbs on me, so it also gives a incorrect weight to work with."

Amber nodded. "You've put a lot of thought into this."

Jaune frowned. "I have too, what if this gets linked back to my family, my friends? I have no idea of the scope of powers or conspiracy at play here, I need to take every precaution possible."

"That means, you took a huge liability by letting us in on it." Vernal said weakly. "A secret is only as safe as the amount of people that know it."

"You saved my life."

"And, you mine. Honestly, I was out of line." Amber said sadly. "You owed me nothing, it was just a equal exchange."

Jaune leaned against the wall. "Well, it's done now, no use crying about it, and," He led.

"And?" Vernal continued.

He gave a boyish grin, one that was fitting for him. The two women felt a wave of warmth hit them, it was ... it was hard to put into words what they were feeling.

To see a boy so put on by his own sense of duty, and the circumstances of the world, to be nearly destroyed on a nightly basis, only to go out into the uncaring world with no-reward to be gained, other than words of gratitude and another chance to sacrifice himself another night.

For him to be pushed into the mold of a man, and pushed so far beyond what any one person should be expected to give.

To see him smiled, to see him look like a boy should look, act like he should act.

It was heart-breaking, and it was inspiring. Most of all, it was right. It was how things should be. Boys should be able to smile. Jaune had the right to smile.

It was the way things should be.

Then the door blew open in a spray of gunfire and smoke.

"You fucking bitch!" Came a gruff voice, as a brawny man entered the house. "I knew it, I fucking knew it, should have never -" The man didn't get a chance to finish his line.

Jaune in a moment of preternatural physical ability grabbed Amber and Vernal pushing them into the bathroom, before diving forward and kicking up the hardwood coffee table, and then kicking it forward.

It exploded in gunfire, but Jaune was nowhere to be seen, a window broken near it.

The man who blew open the door crept forward, being followed by no less than ten men in ski-masks and dark suits.

"Amber, Amber, fucking Amber!" The man called out. "I am so disappointed in you, you little slut!"

"Junior please, I can explain!" Amber called from the bathroom.

"I know you have The Knight in here! You think you can hide dick or shit from me?! I am the eyes and ears of this city!" Junior said in one breath, anger radiating off his very being. "Do you have any idea how much trouble this dip-shit hero-wannabe has caused me?! How many men he's crippled, how many he's killed?! Do you Amber?! Because, I do!" "Junior please! He saved my life, I was only trying to uphold the code of honor!"

"Don't you fucking talk to me about honor, girl! If you knew anything about honor, I wouldn't have had to ship you and that Branwen bitch in cargo-boat from Haven to here! If you weren't such a valuable asset, I'd have just burn this fucking house to the ground, and collected the insurance!"

"Junior, I'm sorry, just, I-" Junior fired a shot up into the ceiling. "Shut up. Here's what's going to happen. I"m going to kill that bastard. Then I'm going to take you, break your legs and put you in a wheel-chair for the rest of your life, and keep you at base as our personal doc until you die of old age, and you should be thankful, I'm being merciful here!"

"What- What about Vernal?" Amber asked voice wavering.

Junior smiled the type of smile that only belong on predatory cats. "The boys need a prize after battle, don't they? Don't worry, you can have her back, whatever's left of her, that is."

"You bastard." Amber whispered. "I should have just died last night, just like I was planing too."

Junior neared the door, reaching for the handle, tommy-gun at the ready.

Then the lights went out.

"AGHT-" Came a cry that went muffled.

Lights went on, but there was nothing were the sound had come from.

"Ted?" Came a concerned voice. "Ted's gone, boss!"

"Shut up, not the time, form a circle in the living room, don't leave any blind spots. This fucker is playing games with us, good, cause I love winning." Junior spat, as he made a sweep with his weapon, a flash-light feature having been activated.

The came a cracking noise. They did not get a chance to preapre for it.

"Ugh,"

Junior turned his head around, to see one of his men being dragged away into darkness.

He opened fire without mercy.

His man fell over dead, eyes full of horror, plugged full of holes.

A blur rushed out of the darkness, bullet followed his trail, but the monster was just one step ahead of them, and unforunately, they were in his clutches now, and his men were domino's waiting to be knocked down.

A towel tangled around one of his man's arms, jerked down hard, as knee rose up and met a ski-masked face.

The blur let go of his man, who fell down still as stone. The pale creature disappeared, before he came back out again behind another of his goons.

That pale rag he held was turning pink, it whipped and hit another man in the eye, he winced, taking his eyes off, and then came a kick so fast Junior's eyes didn't process it.

He didn't need too, to see the effect. There was a crack, and the man's head spun slightly, then feel at a 90 degree angle.

Two his men rushed forward unasked, they had known these men, worked with them all they're career criminal. They were brothers.

All the unrighteous rage they burned with meant nothing, however.

These men were big, they were strong, and experienced.

But, at the end of the day, also just bullies. They picked on the weak, always came in numbers, and sure risked they're lives on occasion, but they were not warriors.

What they were fighting wasn't either. It was a man who turned himself into a monster, and to kill a monster, you needed another monster, or a hero.

These men did not qualify.

The towel flashed again, pulling a man by the arm forward into a fist straight into the chest, there was a very wet crack, followed by wheesing. He didn't even get a chance to point his gun.

The other man did.

The towel wrapped around his hand, and jerked upwards, a score of bullets hitting the ceiling, the pale creature wrapped the towel harder around his fist, then moved behind the man, and then pulled hard.

The arm dislocated. The man screamed, falling to his knees, a kick forced him to the ground. Then came a stomp to the head, and then another, and another.

Junior grimaced at the sight, drew a bead and fired. But, the bastard was evasive and disappeared into the dark.

Junior sighed. "Outside, we're burning the house do-urgh!" He let out a strangled voice, as a towel was pulled around his neck and he was lifted off his feet.

Jaune leaned hunched behind him, pulling down on Junior neck using all of weight on a corded up towel, all while naked and covered in blood from head to toe.

"Call them off," He pulled the towel tighter. "Or, you all die." He pulled it just a bit tighter, not enough to break his neck, but enough that the big man was sure to feel it was about too. "Now." Jaune whispered, his voice hollow, inhuman.

Then he eased the pressure off, though keeping the towel around Junior's neck. The big man taking gulps of air like a he had been dying.

Which he was.

Junior feeling the pressure weaken, tried to slam the stock of his gun into the boy.

Jaune sighed, pulled the towel tightly, then with a heave spun in place, swung the towel, and therefore Junior with great effort, at the remaining men.

Junior was dead before he was even thrown, his neck broken like a cheap pencil, but his men on reflex filled the body being thrown at them with lead.

Not that it help them, as all 300 hundred pound of Junior slammed into them, knocking them to the ground in a heap.

Jaune stood over the men like a horror of a child's nightmare, like some sort of boogeyman. His eyes were dilated to the maximum in the darkness, his body dripping with blood, and his lips stretched into a thin line.

In either hand was the towel or a cheap kitchen knife.

The man struggled to get up, but they were tangled under the body and each other's limbs. Jaune snatched up a sub-machine gun, turned off the safety, and did his work.

He took a moment examining them for any sign of life, then fired again. He did not take chances on things like this.

Bright lights came on behind him, pouring in through the windows. He saw shadows move along the walls, dozens of them.

"Boss? Junior? What's going on? You get those bitches, yet?" Came a snarky feminine voice.

"Yeah, we got shit to do tonight." A near identical voice followed.

Then came in two black-hair girls in white and red outfits respectively.

"Shit." They both said in tandem upon seeing the crime-scene.

Jaune drew a bead on them, face shadowed and mostly hidden. "So, what do you thinks going to happen next?"

Then before either could react, the floor exploded. A giant ursine face with glowing red eyes staring at them, then pulled itself out.

Jaune sighed.

Of course.

------

Ren covered his face, blushing and on the verge of having a mental breakdown.

"I hate all of you." He muttered darkly.

Nora whined.

"Except, Nora."

"Oh shush, you look beautiful." Ruby said, tying Ren's hair into a braid, while Yang did his makeup.

How?! HOW?! HOW DID HE GET TALKED INTO THIS?! NORA HADN"T EVEN BEEN THE ONE TO SUGGEST IT?! Ren thought very calm and reasonably.

Blake was comparing different shades of eye shadow, while Pyrrha was going through dresses that would fit him.

They had somehow managed to take over the drama club and ransack they're closet of outfits.

The other girls had started dressing up, and then turned on him, he should have known better than to let it slip he used to play dress up with Nora.

He had been 10! It have been 7 years, and now, by forces beyond his comprehension, Yang, Blake, Ruby, and Pyrrha had exchanged looks that had said the same thing.

'If he's this cute dressed normally, how much cuter could we make him?"

He blamed Jaune for this, he wasn't sure how, but he knew this was his fault.

Not that Jaune would have been able to help him, considering Yang had grabbed him with one arm and hoisted him over shoulder without any effort on her part, something that was almost blatantly superhuman.

All it would have induced is Jaune sharing his fate, and face.

But, as the saying went, 'Misery loves company,'.

"Stop frowning, you look so much prettier when you smile." Yang said, almost like a big sister.

Ren didn't even want a big sister! Nora was enough to deal with, and took the brunt of that when he was around!

"Yeah! Smile! Smile! Smile!" She repeated like a chant, which Nora quickly nodded and repeated. "Renny smile! Renny Smile! Smile Renny!"

Internally, Ren started sweating. Is this how a cult works?

Then Pyrrha came over with a dress and devious grin. "You would look so cute in this."

Ren knew his fate was sealed with that smile.

The best he could hope for is that this wouldn't awaken anything in him.

Shit. That was a lost cause the moment Yang started tossing him around like a ragdoll.

Blake turned around to the others. "Ladies, presenting Ms. Lily Ren."

Ren blushed in his idol outfit.

"Now we can finally start our own idol group!"

"Oh oh! Let me join, I love dance numbers!" Nora begged.

"Sure!" Ruby agreed.

As they talked, Ren swore, that he'd make everyone in this room suffer. If. It. Was. The. Last. Thing. He. Did.

------

Imagine if you would.

A naked and rugged statuesque blond, running around covered in blood, while firing pot-shots at a giant-demon bear, while some hit-squad goons ran around dying.

Pretty easy, right?

Now living it, that was the hard part.

"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck," Came one hysterical voice.

"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck," And another one in stereo.

Jaune rushed forward, with them hung over either of his shoulders. It had been a spur of the minute decision, the Shadow-Bear had charged, and there had been a girl.

Well, Girls.

Women.

Whatever.

They were probably here to try and kill him, and if the circumstances had been slightly different, they'd be dead on the floor.

But, he also had no proof of that, and just because they were here, didn't mean he was going to let the Shadow-Bear get them. That kinda of went against what he stood for.

Plus...

Jaune turned having to peer over a very nice behind, to see the bear was very close behind him, and much, much larger than anything he had fought this far.

He needed every hand here to put it down.

"Can you shoot?" Jaune asked the girl attached to the nice rump.

"What the fuck?!" The one in a red track-suit exclaimed.

He turned to the other, the one in a white track-suit. "What about you?"

"What. The. Fuck?" She said slowly, then turn to him. "What is that?!"

"Demon-Alien-Robot-Bear thing, I don't know." Jaune answered, running past a van, which got total as the bear punched through it. Several goons got crushed.

"That's helpful!" She snarked. Jaune nodded, that was a good sign that she could make a comeback.

Bullet glanced off it's armor, but chunks of dark flesh went flying when bullet hit the black-skin.

Still, it wasn't slowing down. It'd take concentrated fire to put it down, and they couldn't do that without ... a distration.

"I have a propistion." Jaune offed.

"Oh, this ought to be good, what could possibly have to offer me right now?" Despite being carried like a sack of flour, The Girl in White managed to sound imperious and arrogant.

"Well, it's not much, but, how does a chance to live through tonight, sound?"

She blinked and considered it. "Well, considering my other options." She gestured to handful of goons barely staying alive. "I'll say you have a deal, Mr. Knight."

"Good, now, are you a good shot?"

She chuckled. "No dear, I'm more ... leg focused, Militia over there on the next shoulder over, is much more arm oriented. Mil!" She said to her babbling sister.

She kept babbling.

"Ugh, I hate when she gets like this!" The brought down her hand on her sister ass in a sharp slap, which Jaune got a great view of, which earned a sharp yelp from the babbling girl.

"What the fuck, Melanie?!" She seemed to regained her sense, noticing Jaune. "Who's this? He's hot." She smiled at him. "You come here often, Sugar?"

"Cut the horny, Sis. We need you to do some shooting." She turned to Jaune. "Not that you aren't, Dear."

Jaune shrugged. "No offense, but not the time, or place, thank you though."

He pushed the sub-machine gun into Militia's waiting hands. She took it like it was old-friend. "Oh, this has some kick to it, Junior really wanted to kill you."

"Hmm. 5/10, had better."

Melanie nodded. "Yeah, that's about right. His dad's going to pissed, though."

"Yeah, Big Hei Xiong, isn't going to take this well." Militia said offhandedly, then patted Jaune on the shoulder. "Nice knowing you. Unless, you fancy eloping?"

Jaune looked at the quickly catching up demon-bear. "Sorry, but, I have a duty to take care of. I can figure out who I'll survive tomorrow after I figure out how I'll survive tonight."

"I noticed you didn't say us." Melanie added with suspicion.

"Because, I'd die before, I'd let it get you two." Jaune added casually, bluntly, and more of all, truthfully.

Melanie and Militia looked at each other, a faint blush. "Well, thank you." Mel added.

"So, here's the plan." Jaune said. "I'm going to distract it, you gather up your boys and concentrate fire on it, go for the eyes, or concentrate on one limb until you break it off, now..." He tensed his muscles, and took a grip on the hems of they're clothes, and tossed them up into a tree just high enough for them to be caught by.

Jaune continued to run straight, while the Shadow-Bear followed hot on his trail.

The twin girls started slightly transfixed, as they realized he was quite naked.

"It's quite the view, Mel." Militia took aim with the sub-machine gun. "He's quite trusting fellow, isn't he? I could blow his pretty little head all over the lawn."

"Yes, it's quite the sight." She jumped out of the branches landing in a crouch. "But, spare me the drivel, we can figure out what to do about him after the monster's dead." Melanie said casually, before taking off at a dead sprint to her remaining men, to straighten them out.

-----

Ok, Ren thought, maybe this isn't so bad.

The boy moved in sync with the girls, though they struggled to keep up with his practiced movements.

"KEEP UP LADIES!" Ren bellowed. "Do you want to be Idols? Or do you want to be I-dolts?!"

"Idols!" The girls yelled.

"Then picked up the pace, hussies!" Ren swaying and rotating his hips like he was a gyroscope, the girls were runing out of breath, but Ren had just begun.

"1 and 2 and 3 and 4, Jazz-hands!! NORA! I DON"T SEE JAZZ HANDS!"

"I"m sorry, Renny!"

"It's Lily on stage, you dolt!"

"I'm sorry, Lily!"

"Damn right, you are! Blake shake what you momma gave you, or so help me, I will rip it off you and give it to Weiss! You know she didn't get her figure from her mama, it came from her flat-ass father!"

Blake turned to Yang, who was also struggling. "What have we unleashed upon the planet?"

Yang turned to her pale and hopeless. "Lily the Star of Vale, the conquer of worlds."

A bag dropped on the ground, as Weiss and two Brunettes walked in, one wearing sunglasses and other had large rabbit ears.

"What did you say about me?" Weiss asked icily.

Lily pointed at her, still dancing in time. "I think the bigger question is, what is it, I could say about you?" Then drew a very unflattering shape of Weiss in the air, while fluttering her (His?) eyelashes innocently.

The brunette with sunglasses took a sharp intake of air. "She's perfect."

"I think that's Lie Ren?" The rabbit-girl said, not that the sunglasses girl heard, too focused on Lily's dance and swaying mini-skirt.

'Oh boy, there she goes again.' The rabbit-girl thought, then sat down and opened a book.

It was full of nothing but pictures of the Shadow-Knight. Though, it had no pictures of Shadow-Monsters, only managing to catch him fighting criminals, or as a barely visible blur.

There was also, a second notebook, that was full of her thoughts on the Shadow-Knight.

Ranging from Height and Weight, to Goals as to why he did what he did, and where he strike next.

6'6ft was her best guess via estimations and the few pictures of him standing still next to objects of known height. His weight was around 280lbs give or take ten pounds, but some of that was definitely his gear, so taking that off, it was probably closer to 260 naked.

He was definitely a Vale born natively, as a few pictures had caught some skin, that was pale as milk, and he understood Vale's dialect perfectly from the few interactions people had with him.

There was no styles she could link to his fighting style, which she had taken to calling as Dark Chivalry, the idea of using any means necessary to protect the innocent. So, seeing as he had no true fighting style that ruled him out being a martial artist, a ex-soldier/military/mercenary, and put him in the category of either being self-trained, or someone thrown in the deep in.

Seeing as how fast he recovered from injuries that had been recorded, he had to be young and athletic and good health, it made her lean towards him being self-trained as he only showed up a year ago, so it made it all the more plausible that he was just teenager, who happened to get dragged into this by accident.

However, that was only one theory, the other was that he was secret project by a cabal of the highest members of the society, empowered to fight against some unknown, shadowy threat that could dismantle all of society, while working with several others of great power every night to fight evil.

She shook her head. "That would be ridiculous."

Fingers snapped in front of her face. "Vel, Vel, Velvet! Stop your hero-worshiping! I need your camera,"

"What for Coco?"

Coco had a delirious look on her face, as she gestured to where Weiss was being forced into idol clothes, breathless after she was beaten in a dance off by Lily, who looked haughtily at the heiress.

"We have stars in the making! That's why, and we can take them to the top!" Coco's eyes crawled over Lily. "Or the bottom."

------

Jaune ran.

Cold, sticky sweat stuck to him, while a nearly silent monster kept pace with him, it's heavy paws making loud thumps behind him, it was as big as mini-van and weighted more, probably.

So, it had no problems crashing through ... anything. Jaune lept over fences, slid over cars, scaled brick walls, jumped ditches, and slid under dump-trucks.

It kept pace.

By effortlessly crashing through anything and everything in it's path, it's red eyes focused entirely on the pale human in front of it. To catch and rip him apart.

In the dark, it was nearly invisible, aside from it's bone plating and red eyes, but even those could be hidden in the dark. It was a near-perfect killing machine.

Jaune kept running though, feet leaving bloody footprints behind him, running barefoot this entire time. Blood dried across the rest of his body, thankfully none his own, but bruises lined him all over from all the rocks and pieces of debris that hit him.

Still he kept running, he done his best to limit damage, to minimum success, but he had at least kept it from going through any houses. Though, he still felt sour that this was happening at all.

Jaune had a goal in mind, though.

Smiling, ahead was an army of orange cones and yellow caution tape.

Ahead was the ugly decaying body of a concrete building, a old office building condemned to death.

Along with plenty of hazards to one's life, including a unliving shadow demon.

Ducking underneath the tape, Jaune vaulted over railing into the site, bloody feet hitting packed dirt, and he winced, but kept moving.

The shadow-monster barreled through, making a bull in a china-shop look absolutely sad by comparison.

He made a be line towards the rebar, knocking over buckets of nails, bolts, anything that might slow it down, or do some damage.

Daring to peek behind, Jaune was disappointed and slightly horrified to see the nails mostly crushed into the ground, other than a few lucky ones that impaled into it's paws, not it notice or cared.

'Stupid lack of blood and internal organs.' He thought cursing the monster.

Swing past a street post, Jaune turned too fast for the monster, with that much weight it lacked the ability to turn on the dime like he could, and it kept going forward.

Straight into a foot-think concrete wall.

It punched straight through, going beyond into it, leaving a gaping hole into the decrepit building, small bits of concrete falling from the edges, leaving a dark mouth into the body of the building.

Jaune peered in, noticing that the line of destruction just kept going. Then he saw cracks begin to spread over the walls, and the building started to shutter, it's top floors sagging.

"Crap." Jaune muttered, then ran grabbing some sharp looking rebar nearby, saw a face mask and some safety glasses left around, and then dove behind a dumpster, as several hundred tons of building came crashing down, along with a decades of old dust and smoke exploded out.

He could feel the force in his bones, as the dumpster slid back, despite already being full of several thousand pounds of concrete, metal, and wood, pressing him against a truck.

Jaune covered his face, as smoke and dust and other unpleasant grossness hit him from under the dumpster, he felt his skin burn, and eyes water, mouth go dry, and very dizzy.

Minutes passed, and for a minute he dare to hope that it had brought down the beast.

He got up shakily, tiredly, and saw nothing but grey, dust air covering everything an a hill made of rubble.

It moved.

"Crap." Jaune sighed, forcing himself forward, clutching the rebar.

An armored head forced it's way out of the junk, it was thankfully, damaged, finally.

Half of it's face was gone.

It pulled out the rest of it's body, it's armor was cracked, and there was glass, metal, and rock stabbing all over it's body. It was also missing a front leg the same side where it's face was gone.

It looked like shit, and Jaune smiled with malice, feeling like he actually had a pretty decent chance of taking it on now.

Then frowned, looking at all the rubble, and then at his bleeding barefoot. He was just asking for tetanus, or worse, now, wasn't he?

If he tried running through all that, he was practically asking to never recover properly. He paused. What was he if not reckless? If he didn't take this thing down, then what would happen if he didn't. Jaune was more than willing to give his life over this, so what?

But, that didn't mean he had to be dumb about this.

Jaune slammed the rebar on the ground, getting the monsters attention. "Over here, fatso!" Jaune bellowed.

It turned to him groggily, as though it was surprised he was alive too.

Keeping up the pace, Jaune swung again and again at the dumpster, he was going to keep monster him no matter what.

Turning to him, it moved at much more sedate pace than before, losing a leg does that to you, but still fast enough to turn him to mush.

Stopping his banging, Jaune turned the rebar in hand like a spear, then hurled it, at it's remaining eye.

It moved like dodging was an alien thought to it, it had never dodge in it's life, well, unlife, so it wasn't going to stop now.

Of the five feet of rebar, half of it buried into it's skull.

This didn't deter it in the slightest, as it kept moving where Jaune was.

Then turned to where Jaune was going, it might not be able to finely track him, but it's monstrous nature still allowed it to sense negative feelings.

Jaune, calm as he was, internally was burning vividly with all the dark elements of mortal-kind.

It charged again.

Jaune dodge, moving to it's blindside. Striking the other rebar into it's stump, digging the metal pole into it's red inside.

Not that it seemed to bother it, and now, Jaune was unarmed.

He thought he could hear voices, as he dodged under a paw.

The boy pulled back, taking stock of the creature, and noticed the rebar he thrown into it's head, and looking for any other weapons.

He thought he heard the voices getting closer, and did he hear a car?

There was no other weapons, but ... what if?

Jaune grabbed a rock, and jumped up, grabbing it by the shoulder, hauling himself up single handedly. The monster bucked and shook, but Jaune clinged on, it jumped and then charged, it wasn't panicking, it wasn't capable of that.

It was, however, clueless on what to do. It never had been climbed on before.

Jaune grabbed it by the ear, steadying himself, not wanting to fall and get crushed by it's paws, brought his arm back, and then brought the rock down on the rebar.

It went in just a bit further. Jaune smiled, then did it again, his hand stung as he did it, but the rebar went in inch by damn inch. Jaune wasn't sure what he hoped to achieve by doing this, it had no organs, but it was better than nothing, maybe though, it would do something, maybe it'd do just enough damage for it to fall apart.

Then the bear suddenly stopped, it had slipped, Jaune realized, those palls he had thrown around earlier had done they're work, and now it feel prone on the ground, and all the remaining force it had left went into a unwitting victim.

Jaune.

It flung him through the air, out of the demolition zone and a dozen yards out. By luck, or by some sort of divine intervention, he hit soft grass instead of rough concrete, finally stopping as he landed in the bushes.

He rose slowly, bleeding from scratched. "Today, pfft" He spat out some grass and leaves. "Sucks."

A car then pulled up next to him, where four familiar faces, each armed with a sub-machine gun stared at him.

He gave a salute. "Howdy, Ladies. Mind giving me a hand?"

Amber gave him a worried smile, and nodded. "Get in the back, please."

Jaune obliged, sitting in-between Vernal and Militia. "At this rate, you're never going to get my blood out of your car," He turned to Militia. "At this rate, she'll be the prime suspect of my murder, instead of you, or your sister."

She chuckled. "She'd be a great patsy,"

"Hey!"

Vernal nodded. "Yeah, she would, she can not speak in public to saver her life."

"Vernal!"

Militia shrugged. "Anyway, we can worry about that after, we get down with thing."

Jaune nodded. Sounded good to him.

The bear was still laying down when they got there, it seemed like it didn't have the strength to get up anymore, likely do to not having the support of it's front let, or enough sense to figure out how to do so.

Jaune got out, gesturing to it's head. "Focus fire there, don't stop until I say so, ready? Go."

Shadow-Bear didn't have any last thoughts or words, it wasn't that aware. Though, even if it did, the amount of lead being pumped into it's head, wouldn't let get think past one syllable.

Jaune held his hand up. "Alright, that's good." He said, the body already disappearing, everything stuck into it's body was falling to the ground, held up by nothing, and not even stained.

He peered into the car, seeing the clock. 12am.

Smiling at the girls, he asked. "Anybody up for breakfast?"

----

Flying over the sky, Red blushed, the other girls did too. They had gotten a bit too caught up in they're idol training, now they were late for patrol.

Who had known Ren, uh, uh, Lily she meant, internally fearing her wrath, could be such a demanding task master?

"My feet hurt," Red whined.

"My back hurts." Yellow added.

"I need a aspirin." Black added.

"My ego needs a band-aid" White said sadly.

"I feel fine." Crimson said pleasantly, getting a quartet of glares.

Things were slight for a moment.

"I blame Jaune for this." Red added, to a course of nods from the rest of the magical girls.

"Yeah, he is to blame," Blake continue. "Who knew he was keeping back two such monstrous forces, no wonder he's tired." She paused. "I always assumed it was drugs."

The rest nodded, then paused uncomfortably. "Ok, good to know I wasn't the only one who thought that." Yellow said. "Not that I think that now, he's a saint as far as I'm concerned, since he holds back Nora and Lily from the rest of the world."

"Definitely," White agreed. "I take back every bad rumor I started about him."

Crimson gave a chilling glare at White. "Is that so?"

White hid behind Red, who was also glaring at her, so she then hid Yellow. "I am sorry, I'll apologize tomorrow."

"Yes, you will." The two girls said eerily in tandem.

"It's not like he noticed, though!" That gave the girls pause.

However.

"That excuses nothing." Black said after a moment. "Like you can't go around saying he has a mammoth trunk down there. That'll ruin his chances with getting any good women."

White's mouth hung open, silent in shock.

Then added. "That's not one of mine, in fact, I thought one of you started it. To you know, make him get with a loose women to ruin his reputation ... more so. Actually, that would probably improve it."

"So, if none of us started it, who did?" Yellow asked.

Red rose a hand. "I didn't, but I heard it from the boys as they're were coming out of the locker room, I heard never seen anybody look so defeated." She also didn't put two and two together till now, then she blushed. "Oh."

Yellow blushed. "Oh."

"Oh." Black repeated.

White stared far into the distance. "Oh."

"Oh." Crimson added, though internally she yelled 'Jackpot,'

They stopped for a moment. Then White continued. "Could you imagine how much damage those two could do with our powers?"

Yellow paused thinking. "Oh, you mean Lily and Nora? Yeah, that would be insane, the world wouldn't survive!"

"And, Ms. Purple says we're bad," Red added.

Black nodded. "We really are the best option."

Crimson stared off into the distance, looking at a drifting cloud of dust.

The other girls noticed.

Then Yellow added. "When did we do that?"

[parksunghoonism]

rant about k-pop fanfiction in general.

Nothing in this post is going to be as serious as my last one, it’s just a couple of petty things I personally like / don’t like when I’m scrolling through tags, hehe. + lots of emojis and memes.

When the smut isn’t tagged properly

What I mean by when smut isn’t tagged properly is that, sometimes writers, instead of telling you what’s in the actual work, they’ll simply put: “This is (insert xyz) we’re talking about! That should be warning enough.” And it pisses me off to an irrational degree, and I’ve blocked people because of it, I’m not sorry.

When writers use korean girls as a faceclaim for their fanfiction / use korean titles

I don’t know what it is, but whenever I read a fanfiction where the author uses a korean girl, or another female idol as a face claim, I just can’t read it, because girlie, I am tall; brown-skin; black curly hair; I look nothing like that member of new jeans. Trust. 🤣

Now, the only time I understand the use of other korean customs is in fanfictions where the reader themselves is an idol. Other than that, it lowkey cringes me out when I’m reading something and it says ‘Hyung.’ 😖

One the flip side, I do love when the writer openly admits what I’m about to read is just a self-insert. It makes me giggle. 🤭🤭🤭

Random thoughts

I’m super picky about what I read. And when I’m scrolling through tags and half of what I see is just smut, I die a little inside. I don’t want to know how Jay’s [redacted] tastes, I want to know the flavor of ice cream I’m eating when me and Sunoo go on a cute little date! 😭😭

Or you could have the prettiest post I’ve ever seen in my life, with every damn trope I love, but you use a period instead of a question mark when writing. Ex: “(Random sentence), do you.” Taking in a deep sigh before I force my hands through my screen and violently shake the writer’s shoulders. 😮‍💨

Me, because half the Enhypen fandom is over 21 and (rightfully) don’t write for Riki because he’s only 18: 😩🥲🫠😓😿😾🤬

Me, because half of the Enhypen fandom only writes for Heeseung, Jay, Jake, or Sunghoon: 😩🥲🫠😓😿😾🤬

When I’m reading an smau or texts and the author makes the members call the reader cringey pet names:

*Cough* Good girl *Cough*

Also, what’s up with all the school AU’s? Half of these idols couldn’t even tell you what an adverb is. 😅

I don’t believe in ‘situationships.’ You are either together or friends. You’re dumb as fuck if you think just talking to someone means you’re exclusive. People need to just drop that word, because holy shit is pisses me off when I read it. 😭

When writers use manga panels when writing smut and one of them says ‘onii-chan’: 🤢🤮

When I look up a group I like and see incest:

If you like incest just know I think you’re god damn disgusting. ‘B- but it’s not real-!🥺” We as humans are genetically wired to find our relatives unattractive. Shut the fuck up and admit you’re just a weirdo who’s so god damn desperate to have sex you’d fuck someone who came out the same vagina and ballsack you did. Nasty-ass, I wouldn’t touch your stank self with a twenty-foot pole.

EDITS: October 31st.

Me when someone writes about readers with a fuller figure / chubby body, and they keep saying ‘soft’ — ‘more of you to hold’ — ‘cuddly’:

I block. Because I know damn well half of y’all writing that shit ain’t got that body. It’s overused. It’s boring. It’s weird. It’s simply not the compliment you think it is.

EDITS: November 3rd.

Me when writers use art that doesn’t belong to them, and it took me a literal five seconds to find the artist with a reverse search on google:

And half the time these is the same fuckers saying “Don’t repost my work, please!!😛🥰🥺” Then don’t fucking use someone else’s without credit or permission. Like damn, you can’t say one thing, and then immediately do it the next. These hypocrites also get blocked by me.

— Have a nice day everyone. ❤️

[stonerskinny]

why does alcohol have so many cals 😭

weighed at 277 just now, it really is crazy what a single 💩 and a nap will do for you LMAO

now do i want to risk ruining that w alc and possible binging or do i just go back 2 sleep and be good

i’m 22hrs into this fast meaning if i skip going out and having fun i can take my sleep meds and probably get to 36hrs easy but i can also see the scenario where they just don’t kick in and i end up binging anyway plus i just was aiming for 18hrs

ugh why are there so many ways this could go

the switch is flipping actively, i think. who knew i just needed to get out of the cycle for a night.

i feel like i have something to prove. which i hesitate to admit, but it’s true. apparently when all your friends are restricters and your entire ed is just you failing at restricting, theres some interesting shame stuff that comes up LOL sometimes i just feel like a lazy gross piece of shit compared to everyone in my life because i am like this unhinged fucking glutton and everyone else has the discipline i’d commit war crimes to have

i feel like a wannarexic sometimes which i basically am

i just want to do something right and the only thing i care about is this which i am royally terrible at. sometimes it’s like all i know how to do is eat, doesn’t matter that i purge because im so big.

you know i’m gonna have to lose just over 2/3 my body weight to get to where i wanna be. that’s a lot of fucking weight and there’s no way i end up without loose skin so basically im fucked if i lose to where i wanna be, and fucked if i go crazy and decide to recover because i’ll still be huge. maybe if i actually worked out i wouldn’t end up w so much loose skin or if i did this slowly but slowly pisses me off because my brain is all about that instant gratification

the longer i’m awake the more i want to binge fuck

but i know i will regret it. i knowwwww i will. because ill feel bloated and ill gain and it’ll fucking suck. or ill purge, one of the two. there’s no excuse for it though. this body does not need food, it has PLENTY of natural resources to live on lmao.

i wish i didn’t most likely have the hellscape combo of hypothyroidism + PCOS which both individually make weight loss hard and weight gain so easy. but at the same time i can’t erase my failure by crying about genetics, if i really wanted to get there i’d already have gotten there long ago so now im just wasting everyone’s time.

can u tell the suicidality came back so strong tonite lol

i wonder how many ppl actually read these monstrosities that i write. how many ppl actually absorb my thoughts. trippy

sometimes i think i don’t actually have an eating disorder at all because i am just so inconsistent with anything besides binging. which i know is its own ed but let my silly little rat brain have its moment.

also apparently i literally sleep like the dead bc my hr was 40 when i was sleeping earlier so that’s fun no wonder i wake up feeling like a fucking corpse every day

okay that’s all for now i’ll spare y’all the rest of my brain while i lay here and mentally debate the pros and cons of both trazodone and tequila

[owlets-outlet]

habits you should have, regardless of beauty standards:

we all know that sex sells, and if youre like me, you refuse to be a part of it. the issue is, many of the habits that are advertized to be for the improvement of your looks, are actually really important for your health as well, often times even life saving. if youre like me, you might be unaware of this and deliberately NOT participating in them as a protest against beauty standarts, which might actually be hurting you. let me tell you which! (long post)

1. wearing sunscreen:

unless you have a lot of melanin, you should wear sunscreen every time the uv index is 3 or higher, to protect yourself from skin cancer.

why does society tell us to wear it?

i always hear 'sun exposure gives you wrinkles, freckles, sunspots, etcetc' and went 'well i dont CARE, fuck you' and never wore it.

everybody tries to sell sunscreen as 'antiaging'. its crazy how thats the biggest selling point, and not the fact that sunscreen protects you from getting CANCER.

heres the thing, you SHOULDNT care about getting wrinkles! theres nothing wrong with them, no matter how 'premature' they are!

why you should actually wear it:

you should care about skin cancer though. asides from melanoma, which has very low survival rates, other skin cancers, while not as deadly, can then spread to different organs and *cause* other deadly cancers.

okay, im new to sunscreens, what should i do?

well first, let me say that mineral vs chemical doesnt really matter, as long as the spf is high enough. the general rule is the higher the spf, the better.

if i were to reccomend a sunscreen, it would be beauty of joseon. it has gone viral, and while i do think its overhyped, i think its a great basic. its pretty cost efficient, not sticky or smelly and doesnt burn my eyes.

you should apply spf if the uv index is 3 or higher, which you can check the levels in your area on any weather website. if youre staying outside for longer than 2 hours, you should reapply.

you dont have to wear suncreen indoors! your windos block most uv rays.

your face needs at least a quarter of a teaspoon to be fully protected. of course the amount varies depending on the size of your face, but usually two fingers are enough to protect your face:

to save as much sunscreen as possible, try to stay in the shade and and cover your body when going outdoors!

before you go to sleep, you should remove your spf by double cleansing!

2. working out:

why does society tell us to work out?

the most common answer is: to lose weight. the get a 'desirable' body shape. to get a 'healthy' body shape.

there are many scientific papers that talk in depth about how your weight isnt indicative of your health, so i am going to spare you, and i certainly dont need to go in depth about how nobody should conform to societys beauty standards.

another thing worth pointing out is that often times, exercise cannot actually give you the shape you want. there are many factors to this, such as genetics or hormones, but the fact is, exercise often just wont help you archieve the ideal body shape anyway.

why should you actually work out, then?

many reasons!

-being in shape (metaphorically, not literally) will make moving around easier and you'll get less tired perfoming your daily tasks.

-working out improves mood and helps with brain fog

-increases energy levels (ironically)

-good for cardiovascular health, digestive health, good for bone heath: that means that as you age, you are more likely to retain more of your mobility than if you didnt work out, and your body will in general be happier

-sometimes it helps you socialize, participate in community etc.

how to get into working out?

now, this is the fun part: there is no wrong way to go about this!

you dont need to do a specific type of working out! in fact, just pick whatever suits you!

you can run or go for walks. dance in your living room or attend dance class. shadow box. go to the gym to box.

lift weights or do at home calisthenics, do chloe ting workout videos, climb trees, go for a bike ride, whatever!

just keep moving! you should workout a few times a week :) you dont need any fancy equipment or clothes.

3. eat healthy

now, this one may be different definition of a healthy diet than youve heard of: you shouldnt eat less, but more. the biggest adjustment to your diet shouldnt be removing things but adding things.

you should eat a lot of vegetables, as well as proteins, sugar and fats.

you can keep your fries and a burgers, but you should add a salad as well!

maybe you grew up believing that you dont like healthy things, like fish or collard greens, but you might be living in a lie :D

i reccommend trying new recipes, you might be surprised!

a good diet will have similiar effects to working out- its very important to nourish your body so that it can work properly.

[zapsoda]

hello chief!! spacecrew fan reporting for duty!! 🫡 what's everybody's reason to leave their former situation and become bounty hunters (and/or joining this particular ship)?

iirc tally left his planet cuz he was "inferior" and dispensable so he just headed out and kip followed him to protecc him but idrk for the rest of them....

ehehe ive actually been thinking about this a lot lately!!! some of the details are subject to change but ill share what ive had in mind thus far

youre basically right about tally and kip, still not settled how they get into the bounty hunting profession specifically but tally left because he was miserable and kip followed bc he loves him (also because he is desperate for adventure ehehe)

roy works a shitty on-site engineer/technician job at a machine rental service which she is entirely overqualified for. she follows technology-related news and tinkers with little contraptions at her family home.

one day she hears about a certain missing android, which catches her attention. there is little precedent for a report like this, and the details released to the public dont make sense. she decided her next project will be finding this little runaway. not to turn it in, just out of sheer curiosity.

um cw for suicide in this next bit i spose

bax is a human, fucking miserable. its not like his life is particularly bad. his family are upper middle class and love him. he does fine in school. he just hit the genetic lottery with mental illness in addition to being a huge egg ahah. when hes around 16 he tries to kill himself.

cw over for the rest of this bit

to his utter chagrin, he wakes up. he wakes up in a strange place, his hair is longer, all his memories are foggy. it must be a hospital, but its no hospital hes ever seen before. for one, there are no other humans. no other earth creatures he recognizes, for that matter.

the nurses and attendants have skin of cold steel. synthetic voices, synthetic faces, synthetic hair.

one of them, he builds a rapport with. this one is strange. instead of being exasperated with baxters constant badgering, quippingz and questioning of the attendants, he is intrigued. he even asks baxter questions in return.

the android begins sneaking baxter little treats. snacks, better food, little toys. in exchange, bax talks his nonexistent ears off during every second of its free time. he nicknames it clam chowder.

this of course, does not go unpunished. this robot has a job to do. codes to abide. their time together is subsequently limited, clam is assigned to a ward on the opposite side of the building. this sucks. clam desperately wants to leave the hospital grounds, see the world, bax doesnt know what he wants other than that he fucking hates being at the hospital and he likes clam, so hell help him at any cost.

they come up with a plan for escape. and they gtfo.

from here, everything gets hazy. my plan is to start with the first mission all 5 of them go on and work backwards, fleshing out the events that actually bring the rest of em together :3

maybe kip is a mailperson who meet roys parents by chance and end up agreeing to track her down for them accidentally, before roping his con artist nephew in, idk!

[aanabear2803]

hi i've seen your posts about body weight and I as a fat girl, was wondering if you are open to talk about it or give advice about it

I have been struggling real bad with it lately, I thought I was ok and had been for a few years, turns out I hate my body so much and you seem so confident, you got any advice? would you be open to talk about it in dm's?

feel free to ignore this if it's uncomfortable tho

Hi :3 um... so. I struggle with my own body weight a lot. I wont really talk about the bad thoughts that lurk about.

Ive been overweight since I was a wee lad. It especially hurts when my meds make me constantly hungry. Like I am always fucking hungry. So I just snacked the day away without any thoughts of consequences. I still eat these meds to this day. I am still as hungry as ever.

Id say I wont have very awesome advice? Because what I would normally do when those bad thoughts do happen is... post nudes on my kinky tumblr? Which, you know I dont expect others to do. Im sure there are healthier ways to express yourself than to go on tumblr and do shit like being half naked. However there are tons of gorgous women who dress in lingerie and post on tumblr all the time. You kinda just need to know where to look.

Ive also been trying to loose weight. But its more for a health thing since Im close to being diabetic and Im super duper not down for that myself. Im already tired of the meds Ive eaten I dont want to have to subject myself to stabs of insulin.

Im not on a fad diet of any kind. Im just eating 1200kcal a day watching as my weight slowly goes down~ I calculate all of this stuff too.

There's also the difference in how being fat and being unhealthy are wildly different. There's also that thing on how genetics have a say in the weight a person can be. But that is not my expertize at all! But you can be more than welcomed to go search and read up on those.

Ive been more open to exposing my skin a little at a time? Like wearing a bikini while in the pool when Im exercising. Ive been very recently trying to get corsets to work out too! Altho whether you like it or not there will be stares from people. But I would say start from the clothes, buy stuff you think would make you strut a runway. Dont just buy tshirts and pants and call it a day. Find a top in your size and fucking go for it. (Altho I understand many curvy people will not be able to find it cheap and Im just saying if you are desperate for the cash.... you can try Shein. Which I understand many Americans are banning and all the problems with fast fashion into overproduction but they do have many plus size clothes that most store dont normally have for people like us so you know its entirely up to you! But I was close to tears when I bought something and it just.... fits you know? Just dont go all out and buy their entire stock. I buy 5XL on there and dont worry about the number being so high, its probably based around the chinese style with their insane standards)

But hey look, people are going to judge no matter what ok? They always will. They will always find a way to trash talk. Its hard to ignore them, I get it. But theyre not you. They dont know if youre trying to loose weight or whether the food youre eating is a reward for having done a week of gym. Id honestly just say the fries are delicious and they should try it and we move on with our day. Its like online haters, you dont waste an hour of your life justifying things to them, so you have no reason to need to justify things to irl people.

I do hope this helps a little? I dont mind dms if you have any other questions of course :3

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #206

Last night, the frame of M's CPAP mask broke. It was rendered non-functional. And he didn't have a backup for just-in-case. I don't have a backup for just-in-case, either.

But my case of sleep apnea isn't nearly as severe as his. And I didn't have anything going on today to speak of, really. And M had to work at his tech job; he needs to be well-slept for that. The frame of my mask fits onto the tube of his machine. So, the choice, in my mind, was clear. I suggested that he use my mask and frame on his machine, and that is what occurred.

The problem with sleep apnea is that the airways collapse in the night. The mechanism by which that occurs is different for M and I. Mine happens because my lower jaw is a bit too small to accommodate all the soft tissue on the inside of my face, so when the muscles relax in my sleep, the airway collapses. I would still need a CPAP, even if I was very underweight.

So when the airway collapses, I can't breathe, because obviously. But I can't suffocate in the night, either. So the result is that the body will partially wake over and over and over and over and over and over again throughout the night in order to make sure we breathe. This constant partial waking every several minutes has catastrophic effects on a person's sleep. Not only is the brain not getting cleaned properly, but also, the brain is being deprived of oxygen dozens, if not hundreds of times during the night. The result is very poor sleep.

And it's insidious. Lots of people who have it don't even know that they've got it. And then there are those who insist that they must not have it because they insist that they do not snore; for whatever reason, at least in my country, there's a slight stigma associated with being a person who snores, for reasons I don't understand. So a fair amount of people would rather live with untreated sleep apnea than acknowledge that they stop breathing in the night. It's very bizarre.

It's very bizarre, at least in part because untreated sleep apnea can kill a person. After living with it for a while, it starts to do fucky things to a person's heart, brain, and hormones. And those fucky things can lead to stuff like heart attacks and strokes. It's really not something to mess around with. Anyone who snores should get a sleep study done, just to make sure they don't have sleep apnea. It's important stuff.

I imagine you wouldn't know what it's like to struggle with this. You seem to have an appropriately sized jaw that is able to accommodate all your teeth and soft structures without issue. What a blessing that must be.

Genetically, my own body is a mess. I don't get to have working skin, cartilage, tendons, ligaments, eyeballs, ovaries, or lungs. The structural issues with my jaw cause me problems, too. My feet are very small for my height, and that's also an issue for the bones of my feet and ankles. Autism is also genetic, and trauma fucks with a person's epigenetics, so… ya know. I make do with what I have, but I'm not exactly gonna be sad when my time in this body is done and over with.

In any case, I'm not exactly zonked today, but my brain isn't exactly running at its best right now. Nonetheless, I tried to have a relatively normal (but very chill) day. I made a tea for the first time in a while now. Here's how it turned out:

I also decided to make garlic bread today. Not Korean-style like last time (if you remember that letter), but the regular kind. In the bakery at which I work, they have loaves of Italian bread sliced in half along its width. Then they slather each half in herb garlic butter. It has been a while since last I had garlic bread, so last time I was at work, I picked up a loaf of it on the way home:

...If you know me well, then you also understand that I picked up a bag of mozzarella cheese to put on top of it. From there, I topped it with parmesan cheese and additional garlic powder (because I am a cheese and garlic goblin!! raargh!!), and then stuck it in the oven. Here were the results:

...And if you're wondering why each half has a section without cheese, it's because J doesn't like cheese very much. He doesn't like heavy foods very much in general; they make his stomach feel icky. But I wanted him to enjoy the garlic bread, so I felt really glad that he asked me to save a section for him like this.

Hey, Sephiroth? When's the last time you had garlic bread? Maybe someday you can slice up a loaf and eat it alongside a bunch of people you love, and who love you in return. I know it's silly to ask, but... if/when that happens, would you send us along a picture? It would be so nice to see a smile on your face just because you get to have some delicious, wonderful thing.

...Sephiroth... please make sure you get a future in which you have lots of kind people asking to split garlic bread with you. Please.

I played a lot of Dead Cells today, but none of my runs were particularly good, likely due to the fucky sleep. Oh well. I also played some Grounded with M. Today, I explored the pond and got a bunch of koi scales and sunken bones. It was a lot of fun, but... golly, I really miss being able to swim for real.

Later, J and I went to a nearby park with a friend to watch this outdoor musical called The Marvelous Wondrettes. It was very bizarre. It centers around these 4 high school girls who have made "being popular" and "getting a man" their entire life's purpose. One of the high school girls ends up hooking up with the teacher she had a crush on, I guess??? The whole thing was rather... dated. And frankly, kinda gross. Which is strange, because apparently it came out in 1999.

But it's fine. I mostly busied myself looking up through the leaves of trees, and gathering pictures of the sky for ya. Here:

...Sephiroth, you are loved. Does it reach you?

...How many voices of those who love you would it take to reach you? I know so many. What if we all yelled it really loud? What if we all told you that we miss you? What if we all tried to show you your favorite things? Would these reach you?

I really don't know. But I'm going to keep trying anyway, okay? Because I can't simply abandon the life that saved mine. I can't do it. I won't. I refuse.

Suppose that's all I've got for you today. I don't really have anything earth-shattering to say about mental health or what have you; I did really well on my self-care today to try to ease the effects of poor sleep. I stayed pretty well hydrated today. Are you staying hydrated, too?

I'll stop writing now. Please remember that you're loved and wanted and needed in this world. Please remember that your life has value and meaning. And stay safe. The best way to stay safe is to treat yourself and the people around you with gentleness and compassion.

I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[pixxelminxx]

time to complain. when people make dave and dirk look exactly alike and roxy and rose look exactly alike but dave and rose dont look alike at all. thats not how genetics work. dave and rose are siblings they should look similar!!! i see dave drawn as white and rose as black a LOT god fucking dammit dude if roxy is black than dave would be black too.

also i see so many people just make the kids have dark skin while giving them straight hair and light eyes and eurocentric features. if you want to diversify a cast that was written as if all of them were white do it with conscious consideration. i feel like people feel obligated to make the cast more diverse but dont put any thought into it ://///

don’t be lazy. characters of color deserve better use your BRAIN *walter white voice* you don’t THINK you never learned how to THINK

[toosmallformyowngood]

Hear me out, karl heisenberg gets like 10,000 knives and stabs miranda with them. He then spins the knives to create a blender like action so she becomes pulp. Also he could of done that to kill ethan as well there was no need to mutate into a useless tank thing.

Exactly! See, you get it! He had so many options but clearly all four of the lords share a single braincell and it has never been in Heisenberg's possession in his entire life. Either that or the theatre kid ™️ instincts took over and he simply couldn't help but do everything in the most complicated and dramatic way possible (though I argue would that blending Miranda into the world's worst smoothie is sufficiently dramatic anyway). My good sir just decapitate her. Or poison her! Iron poisoning is a thing! And it's stated he has power over electromagnetic radiation which we never see used in game, so, like, just microwave her ass. Air fry that motherfucker until she's crispy chicken. Agian, so. Many. Options. And he went with zombies because of course he did. I mean granted it wouldn't really be a Resident Evil game without zombies (though personally I think the concept of RE works with a surprising variety of antagonists and environmental horror and yes I know this is a hot take that I'm going to get lambasted over but I will stand my ground) so he sort of had to take one for the team but c'mon man. You can indulge your inner mad scientist later, we've got a bitch Mirander to kill.

Also! Speaking of Heisenberg's mutated form, the design fucking kills me every time I see it because like, the top 99% is perfectly fine but then you look at the very bottom and he's got this one tiny wheel he's rolling around on. Unicycle looking motherfucker 😭

Like, look at this shit

"Oh hey, that's a neat design! ... Wait a minute..."

"Computer, enhance!"

FUCKIBG DINKY ASS WHeel Bitch what the fuck my man's popping a wheelie constantly. Also that would wear out so fucking fast man what the hell? I'm willing to bet he weighs a lot in that form and one commercial grade wheel is not going to cut it. How does he even maintain balance with the very visibly insecure weight distribution?!?

Granted, this design, despite being official released art (not concept art) is slightly different to the actual in-game model because in that one he has two wheels side by side like the kind you'd see on a lorry. I get the arguable benefits of less surface area in contact with the ground to an extent but again, in terms of balance and structural integrity sir you are going to fall over. You are not a racing bike Karl you are a fucking tank please act like it. It is arguable that me might not have "chosen" this form (as in, like, building it or something) because with the other two lords who's transformations we see, it's clear that both are entirely organic and involuntary mutations rather than them going "okay I want to put a mouth here, and an arm here" etc, etc. Sort of like when a tadpole turns into a frog it doesn't really go "yeah I'd like spots, spots look cool", it just turns into a genetically predetermined frog. Following that logic it can be assumed that rather than "putting together" a mutated form with various metals around he simply... grew it out of his skin, for lack of better terminology. Of course arguing that it may be pseudo organic or even an inorganic secretion (like those seen on the scaly foot snail) sort of falls short when you factor in the fucking wheel because his powers are over electromagnetic fields, not rubber (which is ironically an insulator). So unless he's been eating rubber bands in his spare time who knows where that wheel came from. Also given the argument of organic mutation, how would his body know "yeah that's what a wheel looks like". Alcina and Moreau's transformations make sense from a scientific standpoint (if we suspend disbelief about the actually transformation sequence itself) because all the traits depicted therein are in fact very real assets possessed by our pre-hominid ancestors and thus from a genetic standpoint could at any point reoccur in a modern human, but never in my life have I seen it heard of a creature rolling around like its showing off it's new heelies in the school parking lot. Look I know it's a video game but this single fucking wheel has sent me on a tangent I could rant about it for hours but I will shut up now so I don't talk your ear off (I have so much more to say but I am using all of my restraint). As much as I love RE 8 there are so many plot holes and things that just plain don't make sense even with the suspension of disbelief that comes with it being fiction designed to entertain for the sake of entertainment. But anyway in conclusion Karl is a dumbass and I love him.