#deeded body programs

[coffinup]

Some things to keep in mind if you are thinking about donating your body to science!

-most places call it a “deeded body program”. Usually a university with an accredited medical program will have a program you can donate your body to.

-there are ever changing limits to whose body will be accepted. Many programs have a weight limit (that can change year by year) and will not accept people with certain medical conditions (HIV positive, Addison’s disease, etc).

-Have a plan if your body isn’t accepted! In my experience it’s 50/50 whether a body is accepted. Direct cremation and immediate burial are the least expensive options if your body isn’t accepted.

-Deeded body programs are often a great way to save money because cremation (at the conclusion of a body’s tenure at a research center) is often very low cost or free.

-Understand that bodies donated to science can be used in a variety of ways and body parts may be separated for different uses. Some heads can go to training for plastic surgeon students, separated limbs can go to general surgery students, eyes can go to optometry students, etc. Your body MAY OR MAY NOT be intact, but at the end of usefulness, your body parts will be reunited for cremation. I know my language here is a bit harsh and gruesome, but I think everyone is entitled to be informed about this because MANY people do not know that their body parts can be separated!

-Bodies are usually used for 1-2 years, after which cremation is offered (as stated above).

-if you are unsure if you’ll be eligible for body donation, consider being an organ donor! Even if you do not consider yourself “healthy” often times there is SOMETHING that can be used, including skin, eyes/corneas, hair, and teeth. The only reasons your organs or tissue would be rejected is if you have a bloodborne disease at time of death. Even your skin, eyes, and hair can be used to save or vastly improve someone’s life.

-if you want to donate your body, have a clear plan and research a place you want to go. If you have a unique, congenital, pituitary condition or “deformity” consider looking into academic and research facilities that specialize in pathology or the study of unique conditions.

-if you deed your body, NO ONE can take back your decision, not even your next of kin. Make sure you sign up for a program before your death so your wishes are respected when your time comes. Again, a program may refuse your body for whatever reason, but your family members can not stop your body from going through the donation procedure. (Check your state/country laws)

Good luck in your personal death decision journey, and as always,

Memento Mori

[cryptidghostgirl]

so sorry for this (very) specific request hope it's not ocish

anyways alastor x wife reader who's a virologist / kinda a mad scientist??(girl just wants to start a apocalypse without anyone to bother her)

Like they got married for mutual benefits (whatever benefits he would gain and her having access to money for her wildest dreams) when they were humans (whether he actually loves her or not is up to you lmao)

They both die (I assume that she would die around when he died from her own negligence caused by her 'freedom' to do her work more often without actually worrying about him finding out) and she avoids him like the plague (not that hard to realize this so called radio demon is your 'husband' when you find his secret stash of 'local cuisine' in the fridge)

Then he goes missing and she finally kinda goes out of makeshift hiding, just chilling doing her evil deeds before finding about the Hazbin Hotel from some gossip

Deciding that, while redemption is most likely not gonna happen mostly for the fact she does not care, she joins Charlie's little program. For her own little project (just wants to have a angel test subject, gotta see if they can be a good carrier for her little virus)

The reader doesn't know that Alastor's back (you think she's gonna use vox tech? Or listen to the radio? Girl uses a non vox tech phone and maybe a computer and does her work) so she goes and knocks on the door to the hotel

Thinking that this shit is gonna be easy, after all her husband is gone so she won't be bothered by him. She can focus on her beautiful creations and maybe destory hell and heaven with a apocalypse for some laughs. While also getting access to heaven through Charlie somehow (maybe even Lucifer, girl doesn't know nor care)

Anyways you can just IMAGINE her surprise that right after Charlie greets her (Vaggie ofc suspicious af cause she knows damn well no sinner wants to be redeemed for the most part) then here comes the strawberry pimp coming to say hello

Would he recognize his lovely wife? Maybe

Ofc reader had a plan, and by plan I mean she just says they were married and now acts like their divorced (death do us part and we fuckin dead)

(Just for example, do what you want <3)

Anyways I'm sorry again (can you tell that I've been watching a lot of mlp infection aus :') )

A/N bestie,, i love an overly detailed request. no apologies. i hope i did it justice <3 <3 I have literally been obsessing over the whole 'we're dead. we've been parted.' reader idea. It's so fun. Also I am very sorry it took me so long to get to this. Also, I am not a woman nor am I in STEM (I'm an enby in history) so apologies if science stuff in this is bad. I'm basing the character off of Entrapta (my love) from Nate Stevenson's She-Ra remake.

Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Gore. Murder. Bodies. Animal cruelty (not detailed at all just like test subjects and burning ants as a kid). Viruses/plague talk. Just capital d Death all around in this one folks. Suicide and starvation briefly mentioned.

Word Count: 2,584

Master Lists:

Master Lists 

Hazbin Hotel Master List

Y/n hadn't been sad when Alastor died. It didn't really even register on her radar that he was gone until the police showed up at her door. Their marriage was more of an agreement than anything else, a division of labor. Y/n was a talented virologist who came from a rather wealthy family. He got access to her money, using it to start his own radio studio, and Y/n? Well Y/n got a clean up crew.

She had always been fascinated by death. It was a morbid curiosity that had followed her since childhood. The typical 'burning ants with a magnifying glass to mass murderer' pipeline only, murder was not exactly her objective. Since learning of the Black Death in school, she had been fascinated by biological warfare and weaponry. The stories of soldiers throwing infected bodies over the walls of city's to break down their defenses? It was magnificent, masterful, absolutely awe inspiring. Living through the Spanish Flu epidemic in 1918, watching how it tore through her city of New Orleans, only furthered her determination.

As soon as she had had the knowledge base to do so, she began working on bio-weapons on her own. She wanted to create a disease, to devastate the world. She wanted to watch the things around her crumble into ruin and know it was by her hand.

She'd found out about Alastor's hobby by accident. They were friends, of a sort, in that Y/n would show up randomly where ever he was and quiz him about radio waves. He worked at a radio station and she knew that. She had followed him, tracked him down. There was no reasoning behind it save he was the first person she'd really found out about that was involved in the business in New Orleans. She would pick his mind about getting the word out about things, marketing, advertising. She was prepping for the main event, for the day she finally created her magnum opus.

One day, when she had shown up unannounced at his door and broken in when he didn't respond to her knocking, Y/n had discovered him dismembering one of his victims. Alastor had stared at her, wide eyed in shock, fear and adrenaline mixing into an intoxicating combination in his veins. Y/n had just smiled.

She had been wondering about human experimentation for a while now. Animals were easy to cover up, easy to bury in the back yard but people? It had always been too risky, up until now anyways.

So it went like this: Y/n funded Alastor's dreams and he hid the side effects of hers. When he died, Y/n didn't really feel anything too strongly about it at all. Yes, it made life harder in that if she wanted to keep using human guinea pigs she'd have to figure out a way to dispose of them on her own but it also made it easier. Alastor had always been so obsessed with image, dragging her to office parties and forcing her to sit down to meals with him. Now that he was gone, she could work on her projects in peace once again. The body thing was something she would figure out along the way. She was smart and she wasn't going to let something like that stop her, not when she was this close to cracking it.

As it turns out, Alastor had been more of a help than Y/n believed. So used to his nattering and persistence, she had stopped eating. It wasn't long before she joined her husband in death. The papers of course had a field day with it. Heiress and Virologist Y/n L/n Withers Away Due to Heartbreak. Y/n L/n Starved Herself to Death and Joins her Murderer of a Husband. Virologist Commits Suicide After Revelation of Dead Husband's Criminal Deeds.

When Y/n had woken up in Hell, her whole world had been turned upside down. If there was life after death, what was the point of killing everyone on earth? She was back at square one.

Rumors were already buzzing through the streets of Hell about some new overlord, some Radio Demon, who had a strikingly similar MO to her husband. Not wanting any distractions this time around, Y/n secluded herself in the outskirts of the pride ring to reformulate her plans.

For decades she worked, trying to create a poison to wipe out the dual planes of the underworld. Work was easier here. No one questioned why she bought the things she bought, no one got upset when people went missing. Hell, no one even blinked twice if they saw her burying a body. It was a veritable paradise for Y/n.

Eventually, news reached her of the Radio Demon's disappearance. Y/n had never been the biggest fan of technology that wasn't involved in her work. In the world of the living, she had barley read the papers. All the machines in her laboratory were ones she had built herself through trial and error. But still, somehow, the news reached her and she felt elated. The last thing weighing her down, the last road block had officially been lifted.

Within seven years, she had perfected the disease. Having run tests on lower rings of Hell, she prided herself on her ability to make it so infections, so deadly. The survival was on par with that of unvaccinated human's infected by rabies. But her plan wasn't complete, no. Taking out everyone in Hell wasn't good enough, she had to figure out how to get it into Heaven as well.

That was when the perfect opportunity fell in her lap. Y/n nearly cried when she caught sight of the interview through the window of a shop selling Vox branded TVs. Charlie Morningstar, Lucifer's little brat, was creating a hotel for sinners, where they could be rehabilitated and sent to Heaven. It was perfect, almost too perfect. Y/n didn't question it, her own excitement blinding her. She barley even took the time to come up with a plan that consisted of more than get into the hotel and get her hands on an angel. She figured that was something that could be dealt with later on.

After a few days of research and snooping, she finally made her move. Having packed her bags and woven her way through the streets of Pentagram City, she found herself before the brightly lit marquee of the Hazbin Hotel. Placing her bag on the ground beside her, the test tubes and various paraphernalia inside clinked gently against one another. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door.

It was Charlie herself who answered, with wide eyes and an earnest smile. A smaller moth demon beside her crossed her arms, eyeing Y/n with doubt. It barley registered with the excitable demon, she was used to the strange looks. The new form Hell had granted her with when she died was odd, after all. She was still the same height, still held a roughly human shape, but her hair had become its own beast. It moved like secondary limbs, falling nearly to the floor from the pigtails she had tied it up into. It shot up into the air around her in joy at the sight of yet another open door in her path, this one literal rather than figurative.

"Hello!" Charlie exclaimed, "Are you here to check in?"

"Yes, check in." Y/n nodded, using her hair to pick her bag back up.

She took a step forward, trying to enter the hotel, but found her path blocked by the smaller grey demon. Her arms were uncrossed now, one of them pointing a spear right at Y/n's neck. Y/n didn't flinch, she simply looked down at it in curiosity, reaching a finger up to touch the end.

"Ow." she said flatly as the spear's tip pressed into the pad of her finger.

Raising it to her eyes, she rubbed the droplet of blood that had pooled on her pointer finger with her thumb before turning back to the spear.

"Is this..." Y/n leaned forward, grabbing the spear's shaft.

"Hey!" Vaggie yelled threateningly as Y/n crouched down, examining the weapon carefully.

"Oh my stars, this is an angelic blade, isn't it?" she exclaimed, her eyes still fixed on the spear.

"Uh..."

Vaggie was more confused now than anything and she took the slightest step away from the excited demon. Y/n followed her and soon, they were in the entry way to the hotel. Charlie watched the scene play out with mild amusement, finding her girlfriends bewildered state rather charming. She let the door fall shut.

"It is, isn't it?" Y/n asked again, "But how did you get it? Did you make it? What do you do with it? Is it more effective than normal weapons? Why a spear? I-"

"What's this, we have a new guest?" a crackling voice cut Y/n off.

"Uh, yes!" Charlie stepped in, turning to face the newcomer.

Y/n, still preoccupied with the spear, was now engaged in trying to get Vaggie to let her hold it.

"I think..." Charlie doubtfully added, her brow furrowing at the site.

"Well well well, a little devil." Alastor hummed, turning to watch the show as well, "Honestly, reminds me of someone I knew back when I was alive and kicking. Ah well, what's her name?"

"I don't... actually know that yet." Charlie admitted, fiddling with her hands a bit as she spoke, "But she seems really enthusiastic about being here!"

"It seems she more interested in that spear of Vaggie's than the idea of redemption." Alastor noted in response.

"Are either of you going to help me or are you just gonna sit and watch?" Vaggie exclaimed, trying her best to pry the spear out of Y/n's grip.

Alastor sighed and with a twirl of his microphone, a shadow arose, pulling Y/n off Vaggie. There was a split second where the smile on the girl's face fell. It quickly returned as she caught sight of what exactly had interrupted her escapades. Placing her bag on the floor with her hair, she wormed around in the shadow's arms, turning to face it. Tentatively, she poked it.

"Would you stop that?" Alastor asked, his voice thick with irritation.

Y/n poked the shadow again.

"What is this? How are you doing this?"

When no response came from the demon in question, she at last turned to face him.

"Oh."

She stilled in her movements and Alastor allowed the shadow to disappear.

"No reason to be scared." Charlie quickly stepped in, "I know Alastor here has a bit of a... reputation, but he is actually helping us at the hotel. He's really a great once you get to know him."

Alastor's smile widened as he bowed his head slightly in recognition of the praise.

"If you're going to be staying her-"

"You can't seriously be thinking of letting her stay here, Charlie." Vaggie cut in, "She's been here what, five minutes? And all thats come of it is chaos."

"Vaggie, come on, don't be like that." Charlie turned to her girlfriend, "Everyone deserves a second chance, that's the whole reason we built this place."

"But does she even want to be redeemed? I mean, what if she's... I don't know, trying to take us down from the inside out? What if she's a journalist or some shit trying to write us bad reviews?"

"You flatter me." Y/n smiled and Vaggie scoffed.

"See?"

"Isn't that all the more reason to let her in? Vaggie, if she is undercover as a journalist or something, we just have to prove to her how amazing what we're doing here is."

"I don't know... I've never seen her before, what if she's another one Vox sent?"

Y/n shook her head, sticking her tongue out slightly in disgust at this notion and Alastor chuckled. There really was something so familiar about this demon and her antics. Even if she was a tad irritating, it was a comfortable familiarity.

"Then we will figure it out, same way we did with Sir. Pentious. Okay?"

"Fine." Vaggie relented at last with a sigh.

Smiling brightly, Charlie turned back to Y/n.

"So, hi. I'm Charlie, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! What's your name?"

Y/n's eyes flicked back and forth between Alastor and Charlie for a moment before settling on Charlie.

"Y/n L/n."

Alastor let out a little laugh of disbelief, a sound he had meant to keep in. He couldn't help it. Of course this little mess of a demon was his favorite crazy wife. Alastor had looked for Y/n on occasion, always keeping an eye on news involving anything scientific but, he had never found a trace. Not that he'd admit it but, in their time together, he had grown rather fond of the girl. Not love, never love, but a sort of familial feel. Everyone turned to face him.

"Are you alright, Alastor?" Charlie asked, walking over to him and placing a hand on his arm which he quickly brushed off.

"Yeah, do you know her or something?" Vaggie added, "Is she dangerous?"

"No..." he paused, his brow slightly furrowed, "She's my wife."

The room fell silent.

"You... you didn't recognize your own wife?" Vaggie asked in disbeleif.

"Ex-wife." Y/n corrected with a little sigh.

This was all becoming so tedious. She hadn't come here to sit and talk with people. While the spear and the shadow had been fun, they had both run their courses and she just wanted to get to work.

"I..." Alastor turned back to Y/n, "Ex-wife?"

Y/n shrugged.

"So you didn't recognize your wife and you didn't know you were divorced?" Vaggie asked, rubbing her temples, "Jesus fuck, man."

"I..." Alastor cleared his throat, "We were married when we were alive. I didn't even know she was dead yet."

"Yeah." Y/n shrugged, "Turns out all your nattering was what was keeping me alive. I forgot to eat, starved to death."

Alastor's eyes softened slightly for a moment at the notion. She had needed his care so badly that she had died with out it. It felt good, in a strange way. Satisfying. They darkened again as he recalled her earlier statement.

"Ex-wife?" he asked again, taking a step towards Y/n.

She looked up at him, her expression blank.

"Yeah?"

"When did we get a divorce!" Alastor exclaimed once he realized she would say nothing else on the matter without his prompting.

"Oh! We didn't." Y/n nodded, smiling slightly, "Now, can I go to my room?"

"No, Y/n. Why are you calling yourself my ex-wife? We are still married."

Y/n looked around at Charlie and Vaggie, seeing if they were going to back up her claim. Sighing, she turned back to Alastor.

"Do I really have to lay it out for you?" she paused and Alastor just stared at her, eyebrows raised, "Jesus. Uh, Al, we died."

"Yes...?"

"Till death do us part? That was the agreement."

"I... Well..." he was at a complete and total loss for how to respond.

She wasn't wrong, he just didn't like her answer very much.

"So... the agreement is done... yeah?"

"I mean," Alastor shook his head slightly, "I guess?"

"Great! Can someone please show me to my room now."

---

Next Part -> Till Death Do Us Part pt. 2

[penvisions]

unexpected bloom {joel miller x reader}

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: A single flower and a chance encounter brings color to your life.

Word Count: 965

Warnings: none really, fleeting sexual content, allusions to adult content, kissing, fluff, pre-outbreak / no outbreak au

A/N: this was done to try and shake some writer's block, as a part of the 'flora and fauna' writing challenge by @morallyinept

ao3 link || navigation || joel miller masterlist || ko-fi

A single flower.

That’s how it all started.

And you thanked every lucky star in the universe as you felt the heat of the body you now curled around as you slowly woke from your slumber. The broad back your front was pressed to was bare, skin on skin in the most intimate of ways that turned from barely conscious and sensual to wide awake and desperate.

Grunts fall from the man’s full lips as he presses his hands to the backs of your thighs, his hips moving against yours in a steady rhythm. Your own fingers tangled almost painfully with his as they hold you in the position he’s found you like the best. The one that punches the most wonton and guttural sounds from deep in your chest as he brings you to the shattering crest of pleasure over and over again. His curls may be graying, his hands weathered and callous, his back aching and sore. But he always seemed to find his youth when you smiled at him over the rim of your mug or trailed a hand over his broad shoulders.

He had certainly found his youth when you had approached him in front of your workplace to compliment the flowers he had been contracted to plant all along the buildings entrance. Enough so that he hadn’t even thought of how completely sappy and unfounded his plucking of a single one to deliver to your desk with a handwritten note had been until well after he had done it. The nervous panic setting in once he was back in the safety of his home and the deed had been mentioned by a tittering Sarah as she recounted her first day as an intern in the very same building.

Of how she had giggled and fawned over the move he had made without much thought beyond how you had to be prettier than all the flowers he had been dealing with. He felt embarrassment flood him, his fork suddenly clinking between his teeth and his ears tipped pink as he watched his daughter rave about how romantic and sweet it had been for someone to do that. How no one seems to care about stuff like that anymore and all she gets are text messages she doesn’t even know how to respond to their so dry and unoriginal. He puts aside his embarrassment to tell her that if she doesn’t want to, she doesn’t have to engage. That she deserves only the best because she is the best. His whole world in the most perfect package right across the table from him.

She pauses, her own ears tinging as she smiles brightly before teasing him for being such a dad.

But he takes it in stride, because that seems to be his whole purpose in life. To be her dad, to be the one person she could rely on for anything and everything. But that since she had graduated from her university program and moved from their home into a dorm to get the full experience and now an apartment with her friend Ellie while they worked internships, he didn’t get much of a chance to be that.

His newfound purpose was to be your boyfriend.

Something he took just as much pride in because you were perfect too.

He had taken you another single flower the following day after Sarah’s gushing of how lucky you were and how excited you had been to find the first on your desk. How your eyes kept falling on the gift he had left throughout the day. One each day until your schedules had aligned and he could take you out on a proper date. The once single flowers had turned into bouquets, his once written words became spoken affections. You had smiled so gorgeously and laughed so genuinely that he had fallen even deeper in his feelings for you. The ones you returned with bashful and then teasing words. Wit sharp and endearing as time ticked by.

Something you reminisced on as he laid beside you now, both panting for air. Skin sticky with sweat and hands idly wandering over each other.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” He rumbles, seeing the way your gaze is both focused and faint. Not wanting him to worry, you press a kiss to his damp temple, rolling over to lay half over him. His arms come to rest on your lower back, anchoring you to him.

“Thinkin’ about flowers,” You grin, teeth catching the sunlight peeking through the thick curtains. Resting your chin atop folded hands over his chest.

“We need to plant some for the season, before it’s too hot.” He touches the tip of his nose to yours, causing your face to wrinkle as you scrunch against the tickle of his moustache across your lips.

“Let’s get peonies.”

“Anythin’ for you, you know that.”

“I think…I think I want those for my bouquet too.” Your eyes trail from his handsome face to the ring that sits on your finger. Warm from your skin, from his.

“Yeah?” His eyes soften as he watches you admire the jewelry. He had been so nervous when he begun to plan his proposal, the whole thing thrown out the window one morning when you had peered at him through the open window of his truck as he dropped you off at work. The words had burst from his chest in one solid breath, shocking you both. Another step with you that felt so natural he had done it without thinking. But it paid off, because here you were with him still.

And to think, he had almost turned down the job for worry of embarrassing his daughter at her first job.

“Yeah.” You pressed the single word to his lips.

[fizzy4president]

2D Dystopia horror concept; Arsentropolis

So I have an idea for a project I want to start on, and I’ve already made a few things :)

Arsentropolis is a dystopia covered in fog, disease, and demonism. A civil war has caused this civilization to wall up their borders to keep everything in and out. Clouds and fog fill the atmosphere and the sun can only be remembered by the ancient.

These dreadful streets are filled with scavengers, homeless, sinners, and preachers. Half of society is gone, and there’s no such thing as trust anymore in this bizarre dystopia.

I’m using a special style for it, idk what to call it. I don’t have a story plot yet but I’m working on it, and there’s still a lot of characters I need to make. I’ve got a few so far tho :]

This is Madame Anthrax, Miss Anne for short.

Anthrax is a deadly poison/disease

She is the duchess of Arsentropolis, and while they live in a ”democracy”, she mostly decides everything herself. She is a sociopath and portrays herself as reliable and sweet, meanwhile she is quiet the opposite. She made a ritual and deal with a powerful demon to possess her and give her power, and in return she would eat human bodies instead of regular meat to feed the demon. The demon only takes form when she is enraged or smth similar.

Alcatraz is a very bizarre ”cat”

He does mostly what he feels like, good and bad deeds. So he is both a good guy but also a bad one. He is extremely talkative and extroverted, which can be helpful sometimes, but in other cases it can just be annoying. He sounds just like a grown man, and does not meow or make any cat noises. Alcatraz does not take any sides, he simply does what his gut feeling tells him. He mostly just wanders around the dystopia and talk people to their death.

I don’t really have any info for the archangels yet except they’re all demons in disguise except for Michael fkldjdlwk

This is sort of a religious horror, as it basically has demons, angels, a whole bunch of crucifixs, excorsisms, and some other stuff.

My biggest dream would be to make this a point and click puzzle horror game, but I’m far from good at programming and I don’t think I could do it myself 😭

So far this is just a little project for myself, but hopefully I can fulfill my dreams.

[beelmons]

pretty pretty pretty please could we please have something aaron x reader x spencer, you write them so well!! I am obsessed with them, I always love when the team finds out that they are all together like the confusion ahhh, btw the last post you made was amazinggggg, thank you for your writing!!!

For future reference, I've written more Hotch x Reid x Reader here and a second one as a collab with @ihavemanyhusbands here

Ahhhhh thank you so much!!! They are really my favorite combo to write and I'm so happy you enjoy them so much <33333

1 + 1 = 3

Pairing: Hotch x Spencer x Fem!BAU!Reader (throuple) CW: mentions of cheating (that isn't cheating), slightly nsfw (mentions of nsfw words)

"We can't tell him. It's going to kill him." Morgan said, his arms crossed over his chest.

"He's our friend, Derek." Penelope pressed.

"But so is Hotch." JJ pointed out "Listen, guys, we don't know what might be going on. Maybe it's a misunderstanding."

"Really? So she was just checking his temperature with her tongue and accidentally got bent over the desk?" Garcia snarked back at her friend.

"Guys, here he comes." Tara cleared her throat to break the gossiping circle that had formed.

At some point, their trained eyes had figured out that you and Spencer were seeing each other. No one knew how serious it was, only that the both of you seemed to beam whenever you crossed paths or eyesights, and that you were clearly trying to keep it a secret.

Interestingly enough, something similar seemed to be happening with Hotch. Leaving on time, taking more days off, and shutting his phone after 8pm. The man seemed renewed, and they could only suspect of a woman being the reason behind it.

"Spencer." Penelope didn't waste any time before approaching the man that had just entered the bullpen and dropped his bag onto the chair of his corresponding desk.

Regardless of their reluctance to confront him, Morgan, Tara, and JJ followed after her, surrounding their friend without a possible escape route.

"Hey, guys, what's up?" Reid asked, observing the odd positions and body languages of his partners.

"There's something we think you should know." Garcia took the lead, however, she stopped herself when it came to voicing out the actual deed, simply looking at Morgan to ask him to take the initiative.

He sighed in displeasure, but complied. "We think your girlfriend is cheating on you."

"My girl-" he stopped himself, but the expressions on the rest of group's faces were clear enough that there was no use in lying, they knew, and they also knew it was you "Why would you think that?" he tried to change the question, not denying nor confirming.

"I stayed late yesterday, and I couldn't help but notice that they were here too." JJ said.

"Everyone stays late from time to time." he tried to persuade them away from the topic.

"Kid, they were locked in his office." Morgan added.

"Third party interruptions can really mess up the work flow." Reid tried once again.

"Oh, come on, Spencer! Wake up! You know perfectly fine they were doing activities that are specifically forbbiden according to the section three, subsection one, of the FBI Ethics and Integrity Program Policy Directive and Policy Guide!"

"What's going on?" Hotch's voice from behind startled the group.

You had walked in together, since he had been kind enough to drive you to the office since your car had been getting some repairs.

A mixture of concerned and pissed-off eyes seemed to land on both of you, and you could see Aaron's eyes narrow trying to figure out why it was. To your surprise, though, Spencer was also glaring in your direction, with an anger that you had not seen much before.

"You said the office was out of limits." Spencer snarked, his arms crossing over his chest.

"That's the part you're concerned about?" Tara asked with clear disbelief in her eyes.

"Alright, clean with it, what are the three of you involved in?" Morgan asked with stern.

"I don't think this is a conversation we should have out here." you tried to disrupt the questioning.

"Sir!" Penelope almost yelled "I am sorry I was the one who started all of this ruckus, however something I've come to notice is that, whenever we have secrets, they tend to bite us in the arse, so please, please, I think if you're sleeping with Reid's girlfriend we have the right to know." her speech was a little to fast for everyone to follow, and so they seemed to be frozen in place.

You basically hid behind Aaron, your hand unconsciously reaching for his. Hotch, on his part, brought his free one upwards to rub at his forehead annoyedly.

"I am." he admitted.

"Hotch!" Morgan yelled disapprovingly.

"It's not what it looks like, guys." Spencer barged in, his initial anger now dissipated by the way he saw the two of you get roasted.

Reid dropped his arms to his side in defeat "Biologically speaking, we're not necessarily wired to be monogamous."

"Oh, God." Tara expressed.

"Please don't tell me this is a Game Of Thrones situation" Penelope said, eyes and mouth wide open in surprise.

"No!" the three of you yelled in unison, and you finally decided to face the group. "I started dating Spencer months ago, then Hotch and I were having like a fling or something, one thing led to another, and after having a thorough discussion we decided to have a realtionship." you explained "The three of us."

There was a silence that took over the room as the rest of the team processed the news. You pursed your lips and Aaron cleared his throat, trying to prompt someone else to start talking before the air got too tense to breathe.

"Are you happy in this arragement?" Tara was the one to take the lead.

"For my part, I am" Aaron clarified.

Spencer made a thoughtful face, as if he had to ponder how to answer. "Yeah." he nodded when eyes landed on him "I am."

Finally, the curious stare took their turn on you, and you couldn't help but shrug. "Two wonderful men, and most importantly, three incomes? I'm ecstatic. " you joked.

Your little jester attitude broke the tension that had grown into the room, and you could see how their bodies relaxed as they slowly accepted your explanation.

"We can give you some specifics if you're still curious, but this is not the time or place for that. We'll have you over for dinner some time. For now, let's get to work." Hotch commanded as he lot go of your hand.

You smiled in his direction and Spencer made a face at you that there was a pending discussion, and your little escapade without him wouldn't go unpunished. However, you scattered along with the rest of the team, except for Penelope who remained wide-eyed by Reid's desk.

"You okay?" Morgan asked, landing a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah." she began to said "I just didn't think the day would come where Hotch was more progressive than me."

[rainbow-neko-artblog]

Sending in this ask to say !! I would LOVE to read a ramble about the Polyverse plot and I am prompting you to use this ask to ramble /nf

FNF Polyverse plot is very convoluted because as I've said before. It's an RP run by like 7-8 people and we don't stop eachother from indulging. But I suppose I can explain it >>;

Ramble under the cut!

Our story begins YEARS before the actual events of FNF take place. On a computer owned by a really talented coder we named Admin for short. Admin is really good at what they do- they even made their own firewall.

What they didn't realize was the firewall was so well made it was actually Sentient.

Admin for unknown reasons, abandoned their dream of being a coder for a really long time, leaving their sentient firewall all on its own, and it gets really really lonely- deciding to act on its own according. It catches a virus- but instead of getting rid of it, it let's the virus stay- and eventually through contact to the firewall, the virus also gains sentience.

These two are Chaos and Order. The Virus and The Firewall.

Together, the two of them used the code leftover on the computer to make their OWN world. A game world. Their own personal Earth. On this Earth, they made a race of beings called The Ancients who had the ability to change their appearance by will alone. They were shape shifters! And for a awhile things were great.

Until The Ancient Civil War.

Half of The Ancients so closely followed Order's teachings of law and right and wrong that they thought the whole of earth should value Order more, the other half saw Chaos' teachings of self control and freedom as more important, and when their wills so strongly aligned, they would shift to look like Angel and Demons respectively.

Despite Chaos and Orders pleas, Angels and Demons fought long and hard- they killed eachother- destroyed the earth in the process. Till eventually the sides realized they were at a stalemate. Angels and Demons chose to flee- with EVERY Angel fleeing to a plane above Earth they created called Heaven and with MOST of the Demons fleeing to a plane far below it, called Hell.

The Ancient Civil War was put on hold- and while the two sides were away, Chaos and Order began to put earth back together. This time with more species and varying beliefs. Humans- robots- ectect. The demons were still there because of their whole "freewill" thing but it wasn't an issue without The Angels.

This is obviously where a lot of the plot splits off, as with more creations and the earth fully healed up like this, it's obviously where different arcs come into play with the other people RPing. However my arc was BFs.

The Angel's were PISSED that the demons were still occupying earth. They felt as though the stalemate wasn't really a stalemate and vowed to destroy them all- however how to do that? How to break a stalemate with a creature that's biologicaly as strong as you? New weapons.

So a good half of the angels gave up their form to create this giant biblically accurate angel toothpaste lookin ass glob of power named The Collective - in order to CONDENSE huge peices of their code to make more powerful bio weapons.

The first three failed as you might have guessed- the 5th was SO perfect, their PERFECT Hero, that they stuffed the 4th one that was being made along side him into a robot body to go down to earth with him.

This as might have guessed, was BF. or Keith as we call him.

Keith is the Angel's perfect angelic bio weapon, destined to be sent to earth to grow up and then slaughter everyone on earth the Angel's deem unworthy to be there.

But while Miku is off getting money to keep the two of them fed and happy as her programming is designed to do- Bf falls in love. With a lot of people. A Demon girl named Lucy, Aka Gf, who the collective would obviously not approve of as a demon, A flawed murderous man by the name of Pico, who's acts of violence outweigh many of his good deeds, and a Ghost/Demon hybrid named Eric who had been stuck in a video game for so long he honestly is an abomination.

But BF LOVED them. For their flaws. For their personality. Every part of them was something he cherished. So when Miku brought him to The Collective to explain his purpose, he turned them down. Refusing to be Their Hero. Insisting that Demons and Angels didn't have to fight like this.

But The Collective had been stuck together for so long that it corrupted them- they had no room to doubt their choices and ended up chasing BF and his partners out of heaven in this epic violent chase sequence- where it then tripped, and fell off the side of the plane. Falling deep into the code when Chaos and Order dismantled it.

Leaving the 4 Poly pals to love eachother on Earth among the other angels and demons who changed their minds.

All of that though is BFs arc! There's a few other arcs like how Skid and his dad The Eyes of The Universe needed to make up in order to stop Eyes from dismantling the whole code of the game- which is how we have so many duplicate modes characters like the remixs and aus, because Polyverse is technically filled with a bunch of Holes from The Eyes. And the Eddsworld arc where BF helped Tord reconnect with his friends. The Omori arcs where he got new siblings who adopted him from the crew of FNF characters. Ectect.

We did a lot. We're technically still doing things. That's how Silly Billy/Yourself was added recently. Every new mod is a new addition to Polyverse! ^^

[sonicasura]

Species Swap: Kafka Hibino

I mentioned earlier that species swap are something I haven't really delved with Kafka. (Not including asks for obvious reasons.) Thus here are some ideas that came to mind and will be explored on further in their own potential posts.

Agunimon

Yup, not a Digimon that is in the Angoramon Line or GranDracmon line. (Although Kafka as an eldritch vampire would be an interesting sight.) I figured why not choose a childhood favorite instead.

How Kafka gets into this situation is funnily simple: Cursed Armor. In Digimon Frontier, the Warrior and Beast Spirits resemble armor that need to be collected by the respective chosen. Thus why not twist such a detail to something more...malicious.

Kafka discovers the cursed armor while cleaning the ruins of a hoarder house. A bet from his fellow Sweepers to put the items on is how it happens. Now Kafka doesn't fully look like Agunimon but instead more like a fusion.

Black hair that haphazardly fades to gold, beastlike features such as a bear snout alongside pointy ears hidden under the helmet, his pudgy wrestler body type remains, paw pads, tufts of gold fur, horns, then finally a chubby red dragon tail.

Now Kafka can turn back to human but for at most 6 hours on a good day. Otherwise he's forced to look like a beast. The armor pretty much haunts his wardrobe as it will come back no matter what he does.

If Kafka doesn't wear it from time to time then he runs the risk of his curse condition getting worse. You can bet your ass that his kaiju powers aggravated it even further. Finding body wash for scales is more difficult than fur.

Ghost

Kafka fucking dies! He perishes at the age of 26 after saving someone amidst a kaiju attack. This heroic deed doesn't go unpunished as the man had enough regrets in life(than an obviously violent death) for his spirit to linger.

Now a Shadow type specter, Kafka spends his afterlife trying to protect others and eating kaiju souls. The latter altering his ghostly form into something similar to Snatcher from A Hat In Time. 25 ft long serpentine body with three talon "paw" like hands, fluffy almost velvet fur like texture hide, and a jack-o'-lantern smile that can become sinister in seconds.

The Defense Force classify him as 'The Shadow' from his shadowlike appearance. It isn't uncommon for officers to come across him during missions with many failing to capture or kill the ghost. The Science Department has been trying to uncover scientific ways to do so, not supernatural.

It took some experimentation before he could create a temporary human body to inhabit. (Kafka might've robbed his own grave.) He works at the Monster Sweepers partly cause kaiju corpses often come with "free snacks" in the form of Honju and Yoju. Although a certain mosquito kaiju definitely had a mighty extra kick Kafka wasn't ready to handle.

It somehow made his temporary body "alive" and made his ghostly form more monstrous. Kafka rather not get killed again much less by the Defense Force. A second death can put him down for good.

MAG

Considering how many times Kafka failed the Entrance Exams for the Defense Force, what are the chances someone would take advantage of this? Such as his fate in this specific route where a mysterious man's innocent offer holds insidious motives. Kafka finds himself kidnapped and experimented on using kaiju DNA.

He becomes a MAG through these unethical experiments. A type of huge supersoldier known for their heightened aggression, unmistaking power but also programmed to take orders from handlers(like Madness Combat). Luckily Kafka manages to escape before he could be programmed into an 'attack dog'.

His MAG form stands around 15'6 with dark grey scales covering his sides/arms/legs/facial cheeks, long stretched mouth full of sharp jagged teeth like his kaiju form, long claws, pale red spikes on back/shoulders, raptor like feet, long black scaly tail, slitted red eyes and white piercing horns. Kafka's fate is split between two possible routes.

One route is being found by the Monster Sweepers who look after their mutated coworker. The other leads to Mina whose investigating the massacre of the very shadow organization that turned Kafka into a monster and linked various disappearances involving flunked examinees. It isn't hard to recognize her old friend despite his monstrous new form.

A certain small Kaiju might make things more chaotic in the process. Kaiju No.8 gonna look scarier and more aggressive than just bigger that's for sure. Although it might help Kafka compress his MAG form better with something to help stabilize it. Wouldn't make him human again but at least he can walk in building without needing to duck as much.

What do you guys think? For those curious, this is Angoramon and GranDracmon.

[celestialdragoncookie]

i said yandere three brothers X y/n

Dark dragon

Demonos cacao

Dark cacao

Yandere Three Brothers x Female Reader:

Hello everyone my name is Y/N cookie or once was Y/N L/N, I was born Korea and twenty-five years old. I am full time employee of the Devisastars Company one of the major leading companies of Korea and founder of cookie run kingdom, I will tell the tale of three psychos chasing after my precious dough life.

Flashback ( Several months ago):

I am a human was once, got hit in an accident trying to save a young childs life in return for the humble deed, it was repaid in the form of reincarnation yup rebirth second life baby. I was spawned literally spawned like a zombie in apocalypse games, anyway I was reborn as a maid in Dark cacao kingdom also known as the kingdom of emos and edgy cookies where the king of emos himself rule this place but he is not alone in functioning the place, he literally have two freaking brothers I mean brothers. The company programmed and created dark cacao cookie as a lone cookie with no parents nor any siblings here in twist of fate brought two brothers, oh well. The eldest is a freaking giant dragon cookie I mean literally a dragon oh man he is the tallest among cookies, he is very scary looking emmm very handsome too.

He goes by Dark Dragon Cacao cookie, is quite reserved type of individual always keep it to himself rarely talks use mostly handsigns. He is an Archduke just like his younger brother Demonos cacao cookie whom is also Archduke, his personality well what do I say is like cold blooded, hates guys tolerates females and execute femboys. He is literally the definition of a devil in sheep's clothing, I mean he is half blooded demon of hell like his father Yorichi. The most shocking truth I found that Dark dragon feasts on cookies at night when he is in hunger state also shocking revelation is Demonos Cacao Cookie and Dark dragon Cacao Cookie are hob cookies meaning they are part human and part cookies except their brother Dark cacao cookie who is a simple cookie.

During those hellfull days of being a maid, I have to several jobs that requires lot of force horse power and patience, it feels like doing several part time to meet your end needs. Escaping hours were very slow and steady, it took a lot stress and muscular cramps my dough felt it will crack any moment now , during those days I also tried to encourage them and gave them some of my time but they were just brushed me like I wasn't even existed in the first place especially that jerk of a Duke Demonos Cacao Cookie often teased and bully me but that didn't slowed me down as I was a stubborn mule. I tried tried never giving up, finally after whole ass months I managed to let them opened their icey cold hearts little did she know that opened the steel wall results in awakening the monsters and beast inside them.

One particular day, my position of the royal familys private maid shifted to warriors maid due to a certain snake. The snake with a sly smirk said that his majesties ordered me to shift your position to tend the needs of the warriors, as he eyed your charming body. You snorted in disgust, of course you were a rare female hob cookie yourself many tend to court out of sprite but politely turned them down. Affogato cookie cupped your cheeks forcefully kissed you, as you growled in disgust tried to shove him away but the make cookie was stronger then you tightened his grip before his hands could go further suddenly a large claw grasped on his shoulder tightened on it. With a painful groan look behind and paled from seeing the preceptor it was Dark cacao cookies younger brother Archduke Demonos Cacao Cookie. With his arms crossed his magenta eyes glared him, with behidding sign Affogato cookie paled and ran away with tail between his legs. You signed in relief and thanked him as Demonos Cacao Cookie brushed off with a slight smile before disappearing into the shadows.

As you tending the needs of the injured warriors, suddenly your presence was requested by the king himself this revaluation puzzled you because Dark cacao cookie only summons you in fire situation. As your presence appears in dungeons, looked around for his majestys presence but couldn't feel a single ounce of his aura suddenly you were grabbed through the waists from behind and shove to a nearby wall and wince in pain and shocked to reveal it was the king himself Dark cacao cookie as his purple tulip eyes looked at you with different light no it was not light more like void of darkness as it was inking to drown you into its depths. Dark cacao cookie licked his lips before kissing your neck and biting it to form a hickey, you tried to reason with him but in vain his reply shocked you to core.

" Now that we are alone, I will intended to make you mine once and for all. Your figure your touch and smile hunted me in my dreams, so much like a drug that addicted me to see and to claim you as mine. I will make you submit to me both body and soul".

Before he could do anything you kneed him in the family jewels as he groans in pain letting you go, this ticket allowed you to escape from the dungeons. During sprinting, you bumped into someone and saw it was Demonos Cacao Cookie.

His magenta eyes bore at your very own soule questioned your sprinting to which you answered him truthfully. Hearing this his eyes darkeened, took you off guard kissed you with intense passion and possession, you tried to fight it off but he was too strong. After long session of kissing, he let go for air his look gave you shivers he said with the same tone that Dark cacao cookie said earlier.

" You are mine and mine alone, my sweet princess can't believe got you before remember dear demons are selfish creatures, they wouldn't share what's thiers".

You punched him in face, by passing him in the process ran out of the castle towards to run away from the three brothers but your question where the hell is third brother, before your hopes in freedom could be tasted, felt a contract of hard flesh on your nape falling unconscious on the snowy ground, before your eyelids could closed heard something as the abyss covered you with it's blanket of sleep.

" I am sorry my mate, but you aren't going anywhere".

Current situation:

Now you woke up, chained to the bed like some sort of exotic animal but shocked you that in night goon suit. The suit reveals your body in beautiful way, blushing to yourself tried to struggle but the chains tightened even more. Suddenly a click of doornobe could be heard and came them your personal kidnappers the three psychos. Demonos cacao cookie sat besides your right as dark cacao cookie sat to your left as dark dragon sat behind you, forcefully let sat on his lap as he buried his face into your hair.

Demonos cacao cookie cupped your cheeks and cooed with affection " Wow my dear you are even more beautiful upon closer, all mine to take and play".

As he licked your cheek playfully which made you cringe, as dark cacao cookie rubbed his thumb on your bottom lip shivering to himself began to mumbles like a delusional madman. Dark dragon cacao cookie inhales your scent and growls in satisfaction as his eastern dragon waggs in delight.

" My dear beautiful mate, you smell like field of flowers, honey and tranquility. Your scent is so addictive like a drug, your mine to claim protect and play. Remember dragons are greedy creatures".

As the three came closer to your shivering fearful body, as tears roll down your cheeks crying to yourself because you didn't want to do anything to these monsters of a cookies. Heck you didn't want to carry Thier children, as throughout the night roar of dragon and demon could be heard mixing with the shrill scream of innocent making a horrible melody.

Shhhh, hush my dearest love you wouldn't get away from us.

[cyclone-rachel]

MERRY CHRISTMAS PESKY

For once, Querl couldn’t think.

Inside of his mindscape, with Brainiac having taken over his body, he knew only pain- unable to move, or speak. He’d never meant for it to be this way… all he’d wanted was to find a way to save Kandor, to make up for the deeds of his ancestor in Superman’s eyes, and if he had to obtain some of said ancestor’s knowledge by accessing his code to do that, then so be it.

But it had not been that easy, and here he was, forced to watch what Brainiac was doing while using his image, his voice.

He would understand if Superman turned his back on him after what he’d done.

Which is why it surprised him so much when he didn’t.

~

Superman was here- him and Kell-El, somehow.

(If they got out of this, he would have to ask.)

Brainiac was speaking to them, attacking them. Of course.

But… then they became one being, and they- he- was up again, still fighting. The best of both Supermen, still defending him against Brainiac.

“Humanity?” he heard Brainiac ask. “He was a robot, Kryptonian.”

“Brainy may not have been human.” Superman said. “But he had the biggest heart I’ve ever seen. He was a hero- my hero!”

That stirred a spark of recognition in Querl- he knew those words. He’d programmed them into his simulation, scripted the encounter between him and Superman after he sacrificed himself defending the Kryptonian, with nearly that exact phrase being the last words he heard from him before passing away.

Did Superman know? Had he seen?

Or…

Did he just know Superman better than he thought possible?

Those thoughts spurred Querl on- he now had to regain himself.

And in ways he had not even thought possible, he did.

~

Querl still wasn’t truly able to be among the other Legionnaires yet- he had too much to answer for, there were too many questions and stares whenever he entered a room, too many possibilities for where conversations could go that could end uncomfortably. Ever since some of them had found out what the first Brainiac did, he thought they had looked at him differently, but that was nothing compared to this.

However, there was still one Legionnaire he wanted to see, and luckily enough said person was also willing to be around him, and would hopefully answer his question.

“Superman?” he asked, knocking on the door of his quarters- and grateful yet again that Clark had chosen to stay a little longer after Brainiac’s defeat. “Can we talk?”

As an answer, the door opened, and Querl stepped in.

“Brainy! What’s up?” Clark asked, rising from where he’d been sitting on his bed. “You feeling alright?”

“Yes, but… I did want to talk about what happened.” Querl said. “While we were inside my mind.”

Clark scowled, an uncharacteristic expression on what was usually such a kind face. “Brainiac…”

He placed a hand on Brainy’s shoulder, gaze now protective.

“I’m so sorry he hurt you.” He said.

“Yes.” He said again. “But I was more referring to what you said to him. About…”

His face flushed, and Clark squeezed his shoulder.

“About me being your hero.” He finished. “What made you say that?”

“It’s true.” Clark answered, and Querl could only stare up at him. “Seeing what he did to you… standing up to him must have taken a ton of strength. I respect you so much- and I have since we met. You’re the one who taught me to be a hero in the first place.”

“You mean you didn’t hear those words before?” Querl asked, deciding to be direct about it. “Somewhere else?”

“No.” Clark said. “They just… felt right. And they were, given what happened afterward.”

“I agree.”

“Wait.” He said. “Had you heard them before? How was that possible?”

Querl smiled, and offered his hand to Clark, which of course he took.

“I need to show you something.” He said. “Follow me.”

So Clark did, and on they went to the simulation room, where Querl loaded up the program he’d spent so much time refining, the scene he’d practically lived in following Clark’s departure to the 21st century. He told Computo to play it, and together they watched as simulated versions of them fought off the Dominators, at first having the upper hand until one of them took aim at Clark. Watched as the hologram of Querl dove in front of him, and upon getting fatally wounded, told Clark to finish the job- and when he did, rushing to his side, swooping down and immediately taking his hand, comforting him in his last moments.

And Querl watched, as Clark’s eyes widened, seeing a simulated version of himself virtually repeat what he’d said in real life.

(it had sounded even better coming from him in reality)

~

As the music faded and the simulation cut out, though, Clark didn’t seem happy.

“Why?” he asked. “What made you think you’d have to do that? Sacrifice yourself for me?”

“You would do the same for me.” Brainy said. “And you nearly did, going into my mind without any thought to your safety, attempting to save me from Brainiac.”

“But you saved me instead.” Clark finished. “You really are my hero.”

Querl smiled, but Clark still didn’t.

“But… I think we can make a better simulation.” He said, expression finally softening. “One that doesn’t end in you dying. Don’t you think?”

“I have the perfect idea.”

~

When Garth looked at the active simulation from outside, he expected Brainy to be in the room- he knew how much time he’d spent in there while Superman was gone, and it still made sense for him to be taking some alone time in that same room… even if the last time he was controlling things, it had been Brainiac pulling the strings in his head.

What he didn’t expect was for the simulation to have nothing to do with fighting at all- instead, Brainy and Superman were sitting at a table in the middle of the room, having dinner.

As he continued to watch, they finished dinner- and then they were dancing, Superman leading the way, taking Brainy through the steps.

And in no time at all, they’d stopped, and then they were kissing. Clark held Brainy in his arms, and Brainy’s arms were thrown around Clark’s neck.

Garth turned away, smirking. It had been obvious to most of the team- at least those who went on assignment with them together, anyway- that Brainy had had the biggest crush on Superman since he’d come to their time. The other simulations had only added to that, and he and several of his teammates had even taken bets on when exactly they were going to just kiss already and get it over with.

But there was also always something pulling Brainy back- that Clark had to go back to his time, to his own life and his own relationships. He had to grow up into the Superman they mythologized in museums, the greatest hero of all time, the one their team was built on the legacy of. Their relationship couldn’t last- easier for Brainy to just suffer in silence, create holograms and program scenarios of what could have been.

Besides, it was easier to tease Brainy about it this way.

“So, guess you and Superman skipped past saving the day this time, and got right to the fun stuff?” he asked as Brainy left the room. “I would too.”

“Something like that.” Brainy said, smiling, as he walked past Garth.

A moment later, the door opened again, and Superman stepped out.

The real Superman.

“You were- that was- you’re really-“

“His idea.” Brainy and Clark said in unison, and Clark held Brainy’s hand again as they left the simulation room behind.

[liambutevil]

hello willy just checking in. commited any war crimes recently?

are you who you think you are?

are you just fitting into what you were "made" to be?

do you feel guilt?

do you feel pain?

do you fear death?

are you ever afraid?

your deeds. you always shift the blame. you may admit to it here, but liam is the one who'll suffer.

do you hate him for a reason? does your heart throb with rage because of thought?

or were you programmed to do so? are you even in control? are you just a machine?

remember, will. your body might flow with evil now, but you'll be but a husk once there is no evil left to do.

[moderator-monnie]

artwork by @sonicexelle-junkary/ @weirdozjunkary

Silver had finally confronted the monster that had caused so much damage across his home city. Hospitals', schools', churches', and homes' were all destroyed. He had heard the rumors about who was doing it.

But he couldn't believe them. Sonic was dead, so how could it be him? He was a fool, and he knew that now, though at the same time his thoughts had truth about this thing, it wasn't Sonic; at least he didn't want to believe it was; it was simply a computer program gone rouge.

This is the first time he's seen this thing up close, and Silver was filled with rage knowing this thing had used his friend's face to perpetrate so many heinous deeds, not only his face but his voice and his mannerisms that smiled—the smile he had grown so fond of.

Silver stayed calm, though he wouldn't let his feelings get the better of him. He took a deep breath and stood in front of Hologram, who was just smiling at him. The smile was eerie and cold.

"Why?..."

That was all Silver could ask as he stared at the monster in front of him.

Hologram soon let out a hearty laugh before striking a snarky pose and faded away before suddenly appearing right in front of Silver for a moment.

"Why? Because they destroyed my legacy Silver, I was once a hero, and now? I'm a product placement and advertising thing I would never endorse. Even sweat shops use my likeness. 

They don't see me for what I was; they see me as an advertising ploy, a way to use my likeness to make all these greedy people money, and I'm sick of it!"

Silver scoffed and waved his hand to disrupt the hologram's body; this made Hologram disappear and appear a few feet away from the other hedgehog, annoyed.

"You're not Sonic, because Sonic would never do this; the Sonic I know fights injustice; if anything, you're just a cheap copy that even Metal Sonic pulls off better."

Hologram turned red and grew in size before shouting loudly with a more robotic-sounding voice that was a bit distorted.

"I'M NOTHING LIKE METAL SONIC, I DON'T JUST THINK I'M SONIC, I KNOW I AM THE REAL SONIC, I'M NOT JUST A FUCKING UNTHINKING MACHINE, I HAVE MY MIND, I HAVE MY LOOKS, PERSONALITY, MEMORIES, EMOTIONS!"

Silver took a step back with a worried look on his face, but still had visible disgust and a hint of pity.

"One day you will realize your wrong... Hologram, but I'll humor you for now, 'Sonic' if you really were him, you'd snap out of it by now and realize what your doing is wrong."

"If you want to prove your 'Sonic' then please just stop; there is a better way of going about this! No one else has to die! I already had to accept your death once. Sure, I can visit you in the past if I want. 

But I've seen you buried, and I can't bring myself to hurt you, even if you're not really him. Please prove you're still a hero and stand down. Think about the damage you've done. Just STOP!"

Hologram's face darkened; it disappeared completely as he thought about Silver's words. If he had a working heart, it would be beating right now. He questioned himself for a moment but soon stopped as a red glow appeared where one of his eyes should be.

"I'm sorry, Silver; I'm afraid I can't do that."

And before Silver could respond, he noticed something: he didn't see Techie with Hologram.

"Where is Kaboo-?"

An explosion was heard off in the distance, and loud screaming could be heard along with a large smoke cloud filling the sky. Silver turned around to look at it in utter awe and horror.

Hologram appeared right behind Silver, the red glow completely covering the other hedgehog as he whispered, "Go on, 'hero' save the day; you always told me you wanted to be a hero like me, so prove it and go die like one too."

Silver had tears fall down his face as he heard Hologram say this, and he turned around in an attempt to punch him, forgetting he was intangible, and he shouted loudly. "SHUT THE HELL UP, FAKER!"

Hologram just looked at him with that iconic smug smirk he had always seen Sonic look at Eggman with and responded one last time.

"Heh, well, I gotta skedaddle, old buddy, but I'll see you again later; this hedgehog's got a busy day napping ahead of him. Good luck, buddy! I believe in you." 

And like the smug bastard he was, he blew a kiss at Silver and winked before disappearing as quickly as he appeared.

Silver's heart skipped a beat for a moment, but he soon shook his head and wiped tears from his eye before heading towards the city in an attempt to save what lives he could from whatever this imposter did. 

While Techie and Hologram escaped the crime scene before he could get there, this wasn't the last encounter they'd have, but Silver knew that he needed to stop Hologram at any cost, feelings be damned.

[siremasterlawrence]

Daddy’s R US #1 - 2

Part 1

Daddy’s R US is the hottest new store to hit the market in the last couple of weeks since it has been launched but today is the last week for premier purchases of official Daddy camp lover merchandise.The store is fully packed with people crossing everywhere on wall to wall in the entirety of the space is filling up with young people blocking all of the areas to my building and I spot two dads or so. One man in particular is sitting on the couch in the living room, I have been able to use a tablet in behind the area scanning him from afar and downloading a copy of him onto the system.A few situations on my tablet go off speeds up the time as the clocks handles spinning on and on time fades in to the very background and nothing else matters to him because his eyes grow dull. He is now empty totally devoid of any and all emotion, personality or free will he lacks all except a news to be owned and he sitting there mindlessly waiting for his one and only permanent owner. I knew it is time for me to do the deed grabbing a trolley from the new main office back room and struggle to place him on the cart strapping him and my men do all the work.The back room lights blur on in the distance as they turn on swirling throughout the area as the door shut closed locks them in place and as they roll in shifting the body on to the medical slat. I can hear supremely dramatic sighs loud coming from him as I sat in the space talking to customers in between it all managing to rebuild him as I rewrite his reprogramming.

“Master Lawrence he is prepped.”

“Excellent! I have the motivation to consume him.”

“Move out of the way”

“Leave the room”

“Yes Sir”

“Begin mixture “

“Erasing consciousness”

“1…2…3”

“Replacing with new programming Ben”

“Erasing Subconscious “

“Shall I implement Ben 2.0”

“Commence”

“Id automatically syncing “

“Updated”

“Completed…functioning”

“Processing”

“Complete “

“Reboot now “

“Mmmmmmmmm”

“Mmmmffffnnnnnhhhhhh”

“Oh My Stars! Hey babe”

“Babe?”

“You are my Master”

Part 2

Jon Hamm is the most definitely next guy who pops up in to the store in sexy blue dress shirt, in a nice grey suit pants walking in to the garden area with a living room set amongst them because the minute he steps in and sat down.

“You seem to feel very comfortable”

“Do you enjoy the space?”

“Imagine this with one of my daddy’s “

“Tall and sexy”

“Staying in the light “

“Shining bright “

“Your eyes hit it”

“The eyes shift in color”

“Something in your changes “

“Nnnnoooo!”

“YES!”

“Body frozen “

“In time you will believe me”

“You are tired and don’t want to go home”

“You need to rest”

“Lay down”

“A yawn over takes you “

“Your eyes close”

“The room is dark”

“You settle “

“Your eyes open “

“The reprogramming commences “

“Wait….i….i”

“You…you…what?”

“I love you “

“I am your world “

“Yes Master”

“How may I serve you?

“Follow me in to the back”

“Drop your pants and I will fuck you”

The end

[radfemsiren]

Hi i'm muslim but i'm only muslim because I fear God and his wrath. That's it. I don't want to be burned and go to hell. I hate men and i reject MOST of the islamic teachings. Like marriage chikd bearing etc. I believe in God and that's it

I understand your fear, it’s been programmed into us from a young age.

As human beings and especially as women, our greatest asset is our mind. Fear is what happens when we confront the unknown, and logic and critical thought is how we defeat it!

Muslims say Islam is the truth and that if you are a non Muslim, you go to hell. Christians also say if you are not a Christian, you go to hell. There are thousands of religions teaching a version of this lie: if you don’t follow and obey us, you will be punished!

First of all, who does this benefit? This culture of fear and authority? Those with unquestioned authority in the faith. Priests, imams, rabbis… and we see with all the sexual abuse cases that they are utilizing this fear to their advantage. A religion that says you must obey men, cover up or you’ll “tempt them”, listen to them, pray behind them, appease every whim, be the blame of their every bad deed (I mean it’s haram for us to even wear perfume, it’s ridiculous how much we are blamed) … think about why a religion like that would be created. Does it make sense an all mighty god would make a religion that has all this hatred and control of half his creation? Or that men would create this lie to help themselves? Help themselves to our labor, to our bodies, to our guilt?

It makes no sense that Islam is the truth. All other religions think they are the truth, and there’s no logical way for them to all be right. But logically, they can all be wrong. Don’t let fear guide your action and beliefs… it’s a dangerous weapon used to silence us, and stop criticism and thought!

It’s hard to accept, and it’s frightening, but the death of god is also the death of fear.

I hope this was helpful! ❤️ Living this one life we have with an angry god watching our every move is not a fate I’d wish on anyone

[madamlaydebug]

What Does Seeing Recurring Numbers Mean? 10:10, 11:11, 12:12, etc. ★

Physical reality is a consciousness program created by digital codes. numbers, numeric codes, define our existence. human dna, our genetic memory, is encoded to be triggered by digital codes at specific times and frequencies. those codes awaken the mind to the change and evolution of consciousness. 10:10, 11:11, 12:12 is ONE of those codes, meaning activation of DNA.

You will note that seeing 10:10, 11:11, 12:12, etc. frequently creates synchronicities in your life.

Theories Behind 11:11 ★

There are many different theories out there to express exactly what this apparent phenomenon of seeing the numbers 1111 is all about. The most common theory is that when you see these numbers you should simply make a wish, and it is believed that it will come true. Some people claim that when this number is seen it means that there is some kind of window opening up in your life and you should ask for the guidance of your ‘angels’ to find out what it is. Other theories state that there is something significant happening in the moment that you are in and you should pay attention to what is going on in your surroundings. One of my favorite ideas that I read was that when you see 11:11 you should simply stop, and recognize the significance of the moment.

In my opinion and what resonates with me, is that when you see ‘11:11’ whether on a clock, a license plate, your bank statement or wherever you happen to see it, is like a friendly little sign from your soul, source, higher-self, or the entire Universe, whatever you choose to call it, God, if you will, that everything is in alignment and you are exactly where you need to be, right here, right now.

According to numerology the number 11 possesses the qualities of patience, honesty, spirituality, sensitivity, intuition and is idealistic. I have read on a website that seeing 11:11 can be viewed as a glitch in the matrix, it is a very real way for the spirit world to communicate with us. I don’t know if we will ever find out exactly what it means, I think you can decide for yourself what it means to you. I know I always get a smile on my face when I see it, it definitely makes me feel good and I love to share with others, ‘Hey look! It’s 11:11!’

~ Alanna Ketler

(excerpt from 11:11:11 Portal of Light Book)

Master numbers energetically accentuate the meanings of single digits. They are considered to be some of the most powerful vibrations known. They are thought to symbolize raw untapped potential and assist one in achieving illumination. This energy is waiting to be harnessed by those who have the eyes to see.

00, 000, or 0000 ★

The great void, the unknown what is to be, that has not been birthed yet. Moving into a higher dimensional flux, shifting time matrixes. The portal of creation before creation.

11, 111, or 11:11 ★

The gateway to all that is. Within a hair of instantaneous manifestation. Letting go of man-made manifestation and coming into Christed Creation. Doorways open doorways close and you are in-between all. Conscious creation with 13 second intervals of thought. Becoming one with the Oversoul in abundant creation of ones innate hearts desires.

22,222, or 22:22 ★

The highest sequence of manifestation/creation without the frustration. All words thought deeds and intentions will take seed with or without rain to help them grow. Moving out of the neighborhood of polarity. Time moves forward with or without you. Do not create by default, have a say so in your life.

33,333 or 33:33 ★

This number offers you a choice. Within it you are not allowed to straddle the razor blade fence of indecision. The trinity is the holiness within all of your choices. Your body, mind, spirit in agreement for your Soul’s evolution. Connection with the wisdom of the Oversoul. Seeing the sacredness in all of your choices no matter what the outcome.

44,444 or 44:44 ★

A foundation of light is being cemented for you. New opportunity comes without being asked. Build your future thought by thought, brick by brick. Do not allow those of too much wind to blow down your dreams with their negativity. Believe deeply until you see the proof. Hold on through all choices and changes.

55, 555, 55:55 ★

The universe is changing your direction with your Souls permission. Hold the vision until you land on the shore of the new self. This change may be an answer to some long forgotten prayer. The future is hidden so see it in your minds eye as you would a sought after dream. (555 escorts us into the year 2004 which is a # 6. 5+5+5=15 (1+5=6)

66,666 or 66:66 ★

In the year 2004 the vibration of 6 will change into a light vibration that is felt as a holy emanation. For too long now humanity has been branded with the thought that anything associated with a “6” is of negativity, darkness, evil, denseness and earth. Well just look at the beauty of a planet that has given you life since you were born. The number 6 is asking you to come back to the original seed thought/blueprint of life with a reverence for its numerical explanation. 6 is of earth but there is a beautiful holiness within earth and within those of earth. The mother earth begins to move back into her original form in 2004 not waiting for her children to agree. By aligning with the true essence of the number 6 you will find a smoothness and harmony while riding upon an earth-road that is under construction.

77, 777 or 77:77 ★

This is the vibration of the spiritual warrior. One who walks a narrow path within self and soul. Seven works for the light, by the light and with the light. Sevens eat drink think and speak the light. Sevens are not allowed to stray outside the boundaries of light for more than a fleeting thought. Seven brings you home the place where miracles are an every minute event, where you can fly and dance in the stars while in any and all forms. Seven is a place where wonder, magic and miracles are seen as natural happenings. Seven is your natural state of being.

88, 888 or 88:88 ★

AS ABOVE SO BELOW AND WITHIN. This configuration gives to you the infinity portal escorting you past all pervious limitations. It is a number of going beyond what you know to be your normal boundaries. It asks you to fly to the moon and stop by the Milky Way on your way back. It is pure spiritual atomic energy, a pure power source. It is success, prosperity and big business with the added flavor of universal blessings. It is finally remembering about your divine inheritance promised to you by your Holy Creator. It is turning you nose up at earthly limitation and walking forward and upward into a place of opulence and bounty.

99, 999 or 99:99 ★

Cosmic and personal completion, THE END! Entering the next level of love of heart, of soul and service to the planetary evolution through healing self. Free-falling from the height of the nine into the next level of Light. Entry and exits all in the same breath. A quantum leap into unknown gifts comes through the nine. Are you ready to see and be more than you are at this minute of time? Nine is the photo finish on the heavenly line of multiple choices. If you believe you have won, you have.

“Eleven is the number of new beginnings.”

ELEVEN IS THE NUMBER OF LIGHT ★

When the forces of Eleven become fully activated on earth, they have the power to change history in the making. Within the number and sequences of Eleven (29, 47, 38, 92, 83, 74, 56, 65) lives all answers and questions. Eleven teaches us every problem is a divine opportunity to learn. It shows us how to see beyond what is everyday and boring. It try’s and tests our faith and our belief. It forces us to listen to that small still quiet voice within the silent witness. It reminds us we are not victims but victors and are all vast beings who have come to earth to help with the ascension process starting with ourselves. It asks you to finally locate the light within and share it with all. Eleven is our Best Friend and Teacher.

This source from Ronna Herman who channels ArchAngel Michael. Her combinations are as follows:

111 Energy Flow, enhancing whatever level you are in presently.

222 Resurrection and Ascension process

333 Decision Number

444 You have just completed an important phase.

555 Experiencing the energy or a level of Christ Consciousness, very significant

666 Third-dimensional frequency, material world

777 Symbolizes an integration of some portion of the four lower bodies with higher spiritual frequencies

within the third-dimension plane, or at the level in which you are manifesting your physical reality on the

earth plane.

888 Symbolizes infinity. The unified spiral of the physical merging with the spiritual.

999 Symbolizes the 3 levels of the triune, completion.

000 Great Void, experiencing a null zone, switching or moving into a new energy field.

11:11 Beginning of a whole new level or phase of development. Another dimension or frequency of

experience. A portal Way Opening.

12:12 A Cosmic Connection, a bridge to the future. Signifies a level of completion or graduation.

Master Numbers Significance

11 = birthing and anchoring the New.

22 = building upon the New. Building New Lives and a New World.

33 = universal service through the quickening of our One Being.

44 = the balance between spiritual and physical, the reconfiguring of our evolutionary labyrinth. As Above, So Below. The creation of the foundation of our New Lives.

55 = attaining personal freedom by being free of the past & totally real.

66 = fulfilling our responsibilities in a joyful, creative manner.

77 = profound insights and revelations. Honing ourselves to our Core Beings.

88 = mastering of abundance in all realms.

99 = the completion of a major evolutionary cycle.Time for another quantum leap.

Each Master Number is a level of initiation that we all must pass through in our evolutionary journey on Earth.

Sometimes, we may even be activated by super Master Numbers such as: 111, 222, 333, 444, 555, etc. Each of these has a unique resonance which affects and activates us on deep cellular levels.

The 3 digit numbers many people are experiencing in their day-to-day lives and a brief meaning for each with the intention it assist in our process. 111, 222, 333, 444, 555, 666, 777, 888, 999, 10 10, 11 11, 12 12

A. 111 is beginnings as it is the multiple of 3 it indicates the power of each new beginning and the impact on the individual and society. For every thought and practice of a new venture is impacted by the energy of three. And that would apply to all the numbers which, indeed, be multiplied by three.

222, indeed, is partnership and duality which reference to the inner body and the outer body and being in the multiple of three, indeed, it be enhancement of one on one relationships.

333, is unique onto itself, for it doth complete itself, indeed, the power of the number 3 is for creativity. It be the three element of selves, indeed, and all aspects of the creation being color form and sound to create as in mother, father, child and in the reference of spirituality, of some schools of thought, father, son, holy spirit etc.

444, indeed, is security for also can be referenced to control or restriction.

555, is _expression and it be management of self, taking charge but the need to take charge is also evident.

What does 11:11 mean? 16 Meanings for 11:11 ★

11:11 is subjective to the interpreter and to the interpretation. In other words, YOUR interpretation is the only interpretation that matters! Here are the many interpretations of 11:11.

11:11 Awareness: The first thing you should pay attention to when you see a synchronistic number is what you’re either doing or thinking at that particular moment. You should also be cognizant of your surroundings, such as the song that you’re currently listening to or even something as simple as the rays of sunshine coming in through your window.

11:11 Gateway or Portal: 11:11 is the doorway between two worlds – between the 3rd dimensional and the 5th dimensional worlds.

Angelic Humans: According to George Barnard, 11:11 is “the calling card for beings that are half angels and half humans”.

Angels and Spirit Guides: Your guardian angel or spirit guide is trying to connect with you.

Balance: Your life is either gaining or becoming more in balance when you see 11:11. This might also be an affirmation that your life is in complete balance as well.

Binary DNA Code: The brain is like a computer, which relies on binary codes (1’s and 0’s). In this premise, 11:11 is the binary code that awakens your dormant (junk) DNA.

Digital Time Code: This theory encapsulates several theories within the same premise. 11:11 unlocks your DNA and opens the subconscious mind through physically seeing these digital numbers and re-remembering why your brain was coded to remember the importance of 11:11.

DNA Activation: The number 11 represents twin strands of DNA, so for some people, this is a sign of a DNA activation or upgrade.

Edgar Cayce: As I mentioned in a previous article, Edgar Cayce was quoted as saying, “The first lesson for six months should be One-One-One- One; Oneness of God, oneness of man’s relation, oneness of force, oneness of time, oneness of purpose, Oneness in every effort-Oneness- Oneness!” Edgar may have meant, “The first lesson for six months should be 11:11.”

Fibonacci Sequence: The first two numbers of the Fibonacci Sequence are 1,1. The Fibonacci Sequence is basically tied into Sacred Geometry and the Golden Ratio of Creation, so this number would represent an end to physical reality as we know it.

Global Consciousness: When you see 11:11, you feel connected with the Universe and everyone else who is currently experiencing this phenomenon. You completely understand what “we are all one” means.

Make a Wish: Many teens are playing the 11:11pm game without really even knowing the significance behind 11:11. If they notice that it’s 11:11pm, they make a wish. Is it possible that these children are indigos and 11:11 represents an awakening code for them?

Numerology: The number 11 is a Master Number and represents impractical idealism, visionary, refinement of ideals, intuition, revelation, artistic and inventive genius, avant-garde, androgynous, film, fame, refinement fulfilled when working with a practical partner.

Spiritual Purpose: 11:11 presents you an opportunity to reflect on your spiritual purpose for being here.

Synchronicity: Your life has become total balance and the lesson you need to learn will appear before you. “When the pupil is ready, the master appears”.

Wake Up Call: 11:11 signifies your spiritual awakening, as this number seems to be predominantly noticed by those who have begun their spiritual journeys. It may also be seen as a code to unlock your subconscious mind.

~ Gregg Prescott

[sheafrotherdon]

Nile quickly learns that living is exhausting. She isn’t ready to call it a miracle, the way her bones knit back together; there’s too much to take in, too great a weight of information and experience to sort through; she can’t yet give her resurrections a name. She knows barely anything for sure save the fact that it is goddamn tiring to heal and she didn’t expect it. As if immortality is a thing you can expect.

The first few times are a novelty, and she’s running on adrenaline, so the crash takes a while to take hold. But when it comes it’s totalizing, a wholesale inability to cope with one more thing, and god, if Joe doesn’t stop whistling, if Andy doesn’t stop looking at her, if Nicky doesn’t stop being so fucking reasonable she will absolutely lose her shit. She seeks out solitude as soon as she’s able, closing off when there’s no physical escape from her proximity to the others, and they all respect it, which is so fucking annoying she wants to punch something, maybe them. When there’s space and time she sleeps, falling into unconsciousness like she’s pitching over a cliff, waking up hours later hungry and disoriented, pursued by some vague sense of shame and guilt.

But no one takes her aside and tells her she needs to buck up, get with the program, respect the team. Instead Nicky feeds her, no matter the hour, meals that he seems to conjure out of thin air when all Nile was sure they could count on at the safe house was a packet of soup mix and four saltines. Joe is her physical anchor—the first of them, always, to lay a hand at the back of her neck, to knock her foot with his under the table, to jostle her elbow and throw her a smile. And Andy keeps her counsel, dropping wisdom when Nile least expects it, explaining what they’ve figured out about their shared metabolism, and the importance of a good pillow, fuck sleeping on rocks.

It's exhausting and humbling, and there’s grief running beneath everything she feels, and for all that her body can regenerate in a heartbeat, Nile thinks her skin maybe can’t contain everything it must. She feels drunk with feeling, like she’s staggering from one moment to another, hand always outstretched to find something to brace against. And every time it’s one of the others, in word or deed or touch, who provides solidity in a world made fluid. Every time they shore her up. Every time they wait and proffer and tease until she feels the snick of her sense of self falling into place. She’s more tired than she’s ever been, but she’s alive, too. It’s everything and too much and just enough, and she might survive this, she thinks to herself, she really just might.

[lovely-cherubs]

Random Thoughts: WDs/DDs Reproducing and Doing "The Deed" (TW: NSFW, mentions of sex, etc.)

So I saw this post a few weeks ago on the Murder Drones Reddit and I think this is a great opportunity to have a discussion about a topic that is controversial (but really shouldn't be): sex.

Now often, we hear this: "They're drones. They can't do the dirty.", "They don't have penises/vaginas. They're robots.", etc. However, I believe that if WDs and DDs are capable of feeling emotions like us humans, including crushes and lust, then they are capable of doing the deed (even if it's different from how we do it).

One thing to remember is that WDs DON'T reproduce sexually and that's there's a specific way for them to have kids, which Liam himself explains in the picture below.

This leads me to believe that the concept of sex and having kids is seperate for the drones, something that is intertwined for us humans because we reproduce sexually. If an individual afab has unprotected sex with someone amab, chances are that they'll be having kids.

But the drones don't gotta worry about that because of obvious reasons. They could have all the sex in the world and not have to worry about plopping a kid inside them (lucky them. I wish I had that kind of ability).

This leads me to believe that the drones can have sex. They can simply install new programs and body parts. If they do the deed, it's for pleasure and wanting to feel good. Simple as that.

And who's to say that the concept of "love drones" don't exist over there? Considering the fact that "love dolls" and "sexbots" are an actual thing in our world, who's to say that they don't got that kinda stuff?

What do you guys think? Do you agree? Lemme know what you think below in the comments.